“THEY WERE HERE?” Leah yelled. “Why didn’t they tell me?! How big of idiots can they be?!”

Leah nearly punched a hole through Jason’s kitchen table, though it seemed to just transfer the shock through itself and into the floor, where the tile cracked below her.

Char, waving her hands in the air in a futile attempt to calm down Leah, said, “They seemed to be in a rush. Even Mia was concerned, which I think says a lot about their situation. That little devil’s either sleeping or harassing everyone around her.”

Leah, blowing her hair out her face, groaned. “And the entire Kingdom knows that an Abyssal ‘infiltrated’ a Dungeon, who apparently won’t give information on him.”

Char shrugged, her eyes looking around the apartment they’d been staying in. “I can only assume that this Dungeon probably self-forbid itself from speaking about him. Or the eyeball did something.”

“Systie? That seems a bit unlikely, don’tcha think?”

“Eh. I barely understand a thing about it. I just want to live comfortably, without the threat of an entire Kingdom of Abyssals complaining about their dead Prince.”

Leah had a sudden memory of Jasmine, the Princess to Jason’s Prince, who they’d run away from months ago. “I… somewhat doubt that. Their Princess probably holds a grudge. Though… she was a little bit- how do I put this- naive, to say the least. She’d probably forgive him the moment he waltzed back into the Abyss.”

Char gave Leah a surprised look. “You know the Abyssal Princess?”

Leah shrugged. “I don’t like her much. Though that was back when I was still practically arm-in-arm with Jason, so I held some jealousy.”

“...And you aren’t now?”

Leah frowned. “I mean…”

She held out her arm as if an invisible Jason would hook his arm through it. “I don’t see him, do I?”

Char gave Leah a flat look as Leah shrugged, clearly already tired of Leah’s antics for the day.

“How do I live with you?” she asked herself, groaning.

~~~

“FINALLY!” Leah exclaimed. “AFTER THREE MONTHS OF BEATING IN THE SKULLS OF EVERY DAMNED MONSTER THAT WAS LEFT, I HAVE REACHED LEVEL 99! HAHAHA!”

From across the field, there were a few people who looked at her strangely, but Leah couldn’t care less. She laid out on the grass, laughing maniacally to herself, occasionally interrupted by her hiccuping from the last beast that she’d killed, which released some strange mist that she’d breathed in.

Eventually, when both the hiccups and the laughter died down, Leah finally calmed down. She simply laid down on the grass, staring up at the sky. On a whim, she looked at her race description.

Demigod

A child of one of the Elemental gods, with large amounts of latent Mana, which, in your case, concedes into Divinity. Your Godly parent is currently unknown.

This is some Percy Jackson bullshit, she’d originally thought when she read the description half a year ago.

Even now, she thought it was dumb, though she was mostly over it at this point. However, she still had questions for a certain asshole of a voice.

What in the hell are you?

The Voice, clearly elated to be called upon, bellowed in her head, The Voice of Justice! This one-!

Oh, enough of the bullshit. We both know that’s a lie. You just want me to kill Abyssals. Why?

They are the scourge of this planet-!

Again, more bullshit. Leah was starting to get annoyed with the Voice’s crap. What the hell are you and what do you want?

The Voice was silent for a long while as it seemed to think. After a few moments, it spoke again.

Abyssals must die for their sins. All of them. Not a single one is allowed to live.

That’s stupid. What “sins”?

They attacked us. They didn’t believe in the power of the Gods. They deserve to die.

Because they didn’t like Gods? Who the fuck are you? Some God simp?

The Voice said one more line before going silent. You know me.

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~~~

Leah listened to the rain pour outside the apartment-like house as Char snored lightly next to her.

She looked over to the bedside table, where, strangely enough, there was a photo frame. With the flickering light of the lamp, she could see that the photo was of Jason and Mia, who clearly were supposed to be taking a normal photo, but Mia seemed to have attempted to sit on his shoulders but slipped off at the last second, making for a hilarious photo where Jason was in mid-laugh as Mia toppled off of him.

Leah stared at the photo for a long while, thinking about how Jason and Mia’s relationship developed.

Leah herself didn’t know Mia well, but, interestingly enough, from the little time she spent with Mia, Mia was completely comfortable with her, even falling asleep in her lap once. It made Leah wonder if Mia somehow had innate knowledge, though she clearly didn’t remember, that Leah was one of the people who’d taken care of her for her entire life. It would explain her reluctance to accept Treia, as told by Jason, as a person who she could trust. Treia may not have shown it, but Leah could tell that Treia was frustrated that Mia wouldn’t listen to her but wouldn’t hesitate to listen to Leah.

Well, that’s what she was able to tell before Jason and Treia left for the Capital.

With a small smile, Leah looked away from the picture before closing her eyes.

“I should probably sleep…” Before she could finish her sentence, she was already asleep.

***

Jasmine groaned as she lost focus again.

“Damned outdated machine,” she grumbled. “I’m too young for this stuff. It just instantaneously focuses on whatever I’m currently thinking about. And half my thoughts are ‘Will my Prince come back? Where is he?’” She groaned. “I’m supposed to be angry at him. Channel your anger Queen Jasmine, channel.”

Instead of channeling anger, she instead caused lightning to crackle between her horns, nearly jumping onto her dress. She sighed and stared at the complicated orb, trying to understand how her mother had done this before…

She scowled. “Damned Valkyries and their horrible sense of ‘Justice’. Why do they have to ruin everything? I just… want to see the sun for once…”

Jasmine sighed. “Welp, time to see what Jason’s up to, apparently. After I take a nap. Yep. I’m too tired to think about anything but that right now…”

Jasmine stood up, walking out the door and taking one last glance at the orb before she went to bed.

***

With a yawn, Char stretched out in true Wolf-kin fashion, nearly smacking Leah in the face with her tail as she turned all around. Finally, she rested next to her and watched Leah sleep for a few moments before finally getting up and walking over to the restroom, rubbing her eyes.

“It’s so nice to not have to make reports all the time. Especially when Leah’s Voice get’s volatile and she has to sit screaming in a corner,” she grumbled.

“Never happened,” a groan from the bed called. “I refuse to believe that story.”

With a snort, Char rummaged through the cabinet beneath the sink, finding what looked like a muffin wrapper.

Mia, probably, she thought, tossing it into the garbage while pulling out the brush that Leah had bought and probably threw down there after using it once. However, upon closer inspection, she noticed the snow white hairs on the bristles, which signaled it as one of the brushes that belonged to Jason.

Normally, she would probably be a bit confused on why he had more than two or three brushes, but after seeing him wrestle with Mia to brush her hair out in the mornings and seeing one of them turn into dust from Mia shooting a bolt of lightning at it, she understood perfectly well that backups were completely necessary. Interestingly enough, the moment he’d stuffed a muffin into her mouth, she’d stopped flailing around and sat completely still while enjoying her muffin.

“She’s really something else, huh?” Char muttered, pulling out the white hairs before starting to brush her own hair out. “It’s a wonder that Jason can even deal with her.”

Suddenly from next to her, Leah stated, “Well, she only really listens to him. And me, to an extent.”

Char shrieked, her tail hairs sticking straight out as Leah caught the brush out of mid-air and set it onto the counter.

“Seriously!?” Char hissed from inside the bathtub. “You could’ve announced yourself at the least!”

Leah gave Char a smug look. “That seemed like a good enough announcement to me.”

“An announcement is not scaring the literal heart out of me!”

“I find it funny that you jump around like a cat yet you’re part Wolf-kin.”

“NOT FUNNY!”

Leah snorted before pulling out a comb from thin air and studying it for a moment. With a shrug, she simply began to comb out her short hair.

“It’s starting to get harder and harder to believe I had long hair before… everything with Integration and whatnot,” Leah mumbled. “Jason would brush out my hair for me everyday, like he used to do for his sister… I wonder if she's okay.”

Char tilted her head. “Jason has a sister?”

“Yeah. She loves him a lot, which was clear from the moment I met her. She's only about three years older than him, though they always seemed to be the same age, based on how she acted.”

“Three years is a lot though…”

“Really?”

“Yeah, aren’t there 540 days in a year?”

Leah frowned. “Wait, how old are you?”

Char thought for a moment. “Just about 10.”

“Hold on. I’m 17 where I come from. We had days that were 24 hours long with 7 days a week. Though, we have 365 days a year, which doesn’t make much sense, now that I think of it. Let’s just say we have 364, which makes more sense. If I’m 364 times 17 days old-” Summoning a paper, she quickly wrote out a few equations with some estimates. Finally, she nodded. “I’m around 9.8 years old. How do we pinpoint my birthday though?”

Char looked at Leah, bewildered as Leah began to write even quicker.

“So, if I find the hour of the year that corresponds with the day of my birth of my Earth’s year, divide it by the hours of my year, multiply it to get the percentage, and then multiply the percentage by the amount of hours in your year- let’s say that’s 20%, since I was born March 13- and then that means my birthday is 3024 hours into your year. And 3024 divided by 28 is… 108 days from the beginning of the year or the 18th of the third month! Wait. That doesn’t answer how old I am.”

Char simply stared. Is this how good people at her Level are at math?!

“Hmm… how can I figure that out…”

Char, stuttering, responded, “Well, the year just began, but since the Dungeon break was a thing, there were never any celebrations. So, we can just assume you’re 9 currently and about to be 10.”

Leah blinked. “Oh. That actually helps a lot. Jason, then, must have turned 18 at some point here. So-” Writing furiously, she seemed to calculate Jason’s age. “-huh. He’s 10.4 years old. But… that seems really wrong. His birthday was on the last day of the year. So, I’ll just say he’s 10.”

After a pause, Char simply said. “Yeeeeahhhh. I’ll let you think about that.”