All Varus the Elder Lich wanted to do was write novels.  Not rule the world.  Not plumb the depths of the abyss for the magic that would cover the world in eternal night...just... be left alone in peace and quiet to write his novels and give life to his characters.  They, to him, were as alive as anyone he remembered from his time as a once mighty hero.  And for a very long time, he got his wish...  Until one day a noise from the forest interrupted his work on a key chapter, and in his frustration, he raced out to silence the disturbance and found two small girls huddling beneath a tree and surrounded by hungry wolves.It was not the last time he would be interrupted...but it would take a long time before he would learn not to mind.[There is no tag for 'Found Family' or 'Wholesome' but that's what this story is.  If you liked 'Killing Slimes for 300 Years' with low stakes wholesome and mild humor, I dare say this is for you]