There truly was no rest for the wicked. Not that I considered me or my family to be wicked. Ok, maybe Veris, but that would still be loosely related to the word and for an all too different reason.

The elves were still gathered where the portal had once stood, but they had made a small camp with tents and were also in the process of resting themselves. It must have been a long journey from wherever they came from because they looked just as exhausted as we did and they were only here for the last ten minutes of the fight or so.

Eduine, the elf that had warned us about the King's approach, was with them. Not that Aldus' first army posed a threat to us, but if he had caught us unprepared it could have been so much worse than it had been. The losses on our side totalled a few hundred dead Assassins. It was a steep cost, but the DP Farm had played no part in it.

Eduine was explaining what had happened to his village and how he ended up in Varona. It turns out his village had sent a message to the elven capital and this was all the troops they had decided to send. 300 elves in total. They wouldn't have even made a dent in the demons, not that we managed to do much different other than to hold them back. There were just so many of them.

I was more than grateful for the Space Mages in the elves rank, not as grateful as Marie was, though. The oldest member of my family has quite a high level, but the job she was tasked with wasn't the easiest. It was kind of overwhelming for someone to do it all alone, but she still performed amazingly. None of the Assassins had been able to offer any assistance other than that of protection so when the elves turned up, every one happily accepted their offer of aid.

On an even more positive note, the human soldiers stationed at the edge of Varona didn't see a single scrap of action. Not a blip. The occasional light display inside the forest after our Master Assassin had turned day to night with his grand skill was the highlight of their war. That said, the human guards were still raring to go, eager to get revenge on the king that had made them flee their previous home and ready to defend their new one. I bet they'd be thinking differently if they would have seen the demons firsthand.

I suppose I should get someone to tell them it's over.

Delegating that job to a nearby Assassin, I also send word of our victory to the Categorizers inside my mountain. They're with the rest of my citizens and I explain that they can leave the dungeon now or whenever they want to. I don't tell them about my idea to keep the King as a murder project, or just in case I need someone to vent my anger on. They didn't need to know those details.

That will be mine and the triplets' little secret.

Humans slowly began to leave the dungeon after word had spread and they made their way out into the city. After a short rest the monsters still in the forest returned to their respective floors, the ones who survived more confident in their abilities than before.

I was going to let the elves stay in the Sentry Tower for the night, but then I remembered it had no door. Plus, they had magic repelling properties so that Space Mage couldn't sneak in. The only people able to go in or out were those connected to my dungeon and through the use of the dungeon teleportation feature.

That said I couldn't leave them with nothing but tents after helping us close the portal, so I used some of the DP acquired from the demons to build them an outpost. The cat was already out of the bag at this point. Plus, did I care that a few elves saw me spawn a building out of thin air?

Not in the slightest. They already bloody knew anyway and I had just killed the King of Tira. What else could anyone possibly bring to the table to stop us from living life the way we wanted? Also, the King was a gigantic dick. If someone is going to be praised or scorned for ending that scumbag, then it's definitely going to be the real me. I actually deserve the credit. That was the first proper fight I've actually had in a long time and yeah, I died a few times, but I still fucking won. Actually, I think I deserve something nice as well for winning.

As I contemplated what to buy myself from the catalog, a very hungry Dragon's tummy rumbled loudly beside me.

"Are you hungry again, Amber?" Silly question, I know. Amber nods intensely and we head to Ali's. The Gourmet has already got the stoves on full blast to begin supplying the large demand of hungry citizens. A lot of families made their way home, but a larger majority have decided to hit up one of Ali's many popular eateries. There isn't much in the way of food inside my dungeon and most of them haven't eaten a meal since breakfast.

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"She's always hungry, but so is Bear so it's ok. I don't mind this time." That was the longest sentence Violet has ever spoken and I can only wonder if it's something to do with her new pet. The new cub is a lot more restrained than the last one. He's also a boatload stronger too. A miniature power house capable of enduring Violet's death squeeze.

"I never mind visiting Ali's. The food is always amazing," Blondie doesn't go without getting her part in there and I wrap my arms around the girls holding onto Violet by her sleeve so that she can't escape my embrace.

"Don't be like that, Violet. You know you love me really. Why else would you protect me?" I tease her.

"I-I... I was protecting Bear. Yes, that's right," she quickly replies and I feign being hurt by her words of denial.

"That was cold, girl. And after I brought Bear back for you too." Water magic sends a tear tumbling down my cheek and I sniffle for added effect.

"Well... that was cool, I guess. Thank you, Master. I er... don't love you or nothing though," she blushes brightly, hiding her feelings.

"That's ok because I love you wholeheartedly and nothing you ever say will change that," I made myself blush, but it had to be said.

"I love you too, Abi. You're the best." Blondie also wants in on the action and, as per the norm, two triplets can't speak without the third joining in. "I love Master the most when she's giving me food." Amber is practically salivating in delight as we arrive at the restaurant.

"Dinner time!" she shouts and rushes off inside. We follow leisurely behind and find her already sitting at a table, menu in hand. I can't help but smile and remind myself how lucky I am to still have the triplets. When I saw them lying on the ground I kind of lost my shit for a moment, but it doesn't even matter now.

Soul Guide, the skill I thought to be one job on top of another, turned out to be the saving grace I needed. Without the ability to see souls, I wouldn't have been able to bring back the triplets. Hell, I probably wouldn't have been able to separate my own soul from Me's way back then, now that I think about it. The skill itself has been much more useful than I ever give it credit for. Yeah, I've gotta regulate society and help them advance, blah, blah, blah, but that doesn't mean I'm against it anymore.

When the System first granted me the skill, it was safe to say I was pretty pissed off. I am a delegator, not a delegatee. I hated the thought of Sis palming her work off onto me because she was too lazy to do it herself, but I didn't see the hidden benefits at the time. Combined with my two Divinity skills, I may as well be a God. I can bring people back from the dead for... someone else's sake.

I'm trying really hard not to let my ego have its way with myself. But I deserve it, right? I should boast and shout and sing from the top of my tower. I'm not going to, but it'd be nice if someone else did it.

"What are you having, Amber?" After a lengthy debate with herself, the hungry Dragon finally settled on two starters, three mains and four desserts. It's a good job that the meals are on the house and that I don't have to pay for her, otherwise she'd cost me a fortune in food.

By the time we had finished eating, I noticed that the people mulling around in the street outside had managed to settle down. Acclimating back into their peaceful lives inside the mountain city. It was probably to do with the Dragons circling the sky and keeping the peace.

Even though my citizens were all settled, I wasn't. I knew there was still a lot of work to do. Work that would make Varona safer and those tasks would be my first priority. As soon as the DP factory coughed up its daily tribute, that was. Now, it was time to celebrate.

Arriving at Talia's Tavern, One For The Rogues, I'm not surprised in the slightest to see the place packed. I know full well that I shouldn't be bringing the triplets into the bar due to how old they look, but it's not as though the human-posing Assassins inside are much older, the oldest being just over a year at best.

Inside, Light is standing on the bar boasting about how many men he killed in today's fight. Talia looks as though she's about ready to knock him off her serving apparatus and Noir is calling bullshit on his rival's claims. Both have mugs full of ale and seem to be in high spirits even though they're arguing. Their respective partners are sitting at a table with Peaches and the Sweets who are also discussing the day's battle.

As I look around at all the happy faces, it would indeed appear that our war is all any one is talking about. Even Me and Sis are engaged in talks over the demon realm and if they have a system of their own. Apparently, Sis doesn't control what happens everywhere like I thought she did.

A healthy looking Dum is trying to dissuade Talia from swiping Light's legs, and his partner Dee is in high spirits to see his best friend healthy and active. He keeps asking Dum about how he was healed, but his friend was slyly evading the answer.

Anya was beckoning us over to her table and I accepted her invitation. As we made our way over, I noticed Veris in the corner of the establishment. She was discreetly whispering into the ears of a few of the human patrons. That can't be anything good, but hang on...

Wait a minute. Who's watching the King?