Pantheon of the Great Lord of Time (03.05.9981 AS)

“What have I done wrong?” Bella asked in low spirits. “It’s not like it’s my fault everything went south for him, right?” She asked once again in a low voice seeking approval, burying her face in Aeta’s laps.

“Well… it may or may not be your fault…” He answered vaguely while considering how satisfying it would be to be the one getting the lap pillow.

“Ouch” He was brought back from his thoughts as Bella pinched him.

“Hey, pay attention to what I’m saying; just say it if you think it was my fault! How long we been married?” She said while puffing her cheeks.

*Sigh*

‘That’s exactly why I’m scarred.’ Aetas thought before gathering all of his courage. “If you say you won’t get mad at me; I kinda think it’s your fault. – Ouch. What was that for?”

Bella had pinched Aetas once again. “How can you say it is my fault?” She said with puffed cheeks pinching Aetas once again.

“Ouch…” ‘Women, I don’t get them! If she wasn’t that cute and sexy… I… I would have already dealt with her…’

“Ouch! What was that one for? I didn’t even say a word!”

“You were thinking something silly.” Bella said, sticking out her tongue.

“Do you know to whom you’re talking?” Aetas said, turning all red with a rage filled voice.

“The best looking guy I know and the one with the sexiest ass in the whole universe.” Bella said and pinched him once again.

“Ouch…” Aetas didn’t know how to react.

“I just love when you’re confused, now don’t be a wimp… Let’s switch places, so I can educate you properly.” Bella said with a devilish smile on her face.

“You know, even when I fucked up, and ask you if I actually fucked up, your job is to say that others were the ones that fucked up? Got it?” Bella said while petting Aetas head.

“Got, it.” Aetas said while enjoying the view on Bella’s twin mountains.

“I don’t know what I’m gonna do with you… Anyways, you will have to agree that most of it is not my fault, but Fors’. After all, he was the one that started this all, by killing my big bro…” Bella said once again with a pouting voice.

“You have a point there,… and he was the one who gave the order to kill that boy’s family after all.”

Bella smiled slightly before continuing to pet Aetas head. “Yeah, I didn’t even meddle much in Tristan’s affair, all of this happened because of his own decisions and not because I told him to do this or that!”

“Yes, yes, this all happened because of his own decision, and it’s not like you’re really intervening with his life, like you do with that poor girl – Ouch!”

“Anyways, it’s been almost half a year since his adoptive mother died, and he hasn’t done anything stupid, which is kinda surprising.” Bella said.

“It seems like he held his promise. However, with enough time, he will probably end up doing something stupid. We didn’t tell him, that if he wants to achieve immortality, he needs Divine help, and as how things looks he won’t be getting any help from any Divine, and even if he reaches Saint level, he won’t be able beat someone on Reiter level, no matter how much he tries. But we still have time before something like that happens.”

“You, are right, and without that parasite he isn’t even Conqueror level yet.” Bella said, trying to reassure herself, that she still had time.

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“And even if you can’t come up with a plan, I’ll help you out so it’ will work out- OUCH- What was that one for?! I was just trying to help you!”

“I think I discovered a new fetish.” Bella whispered slowly in Aetas ears.

“You know I’ll always on for this kind of action… but I think I’ll pass this time – OUCH”

Nocturnio (20.05.9981 AS)

“I don’t like this at all! That woman is monopolizing him! Shouldn’t we do something against it?! We are his friends after all!” Abigail said to Laura and Ernesti, who were sitting in front of her during the lunch break.

“There she goes again.” Ernesti said in an exhausted tone. “So, what do you suggest? Isn’t it good, that he is in high spirits again after that thing with his mom happened?”

“I don’t have any ideas..” Abigail answered in a low voice, only for her to hear. She stood up and left, leaving the bewildered Laura and Ernesti behind.

-But that wasn’t what she wanted to say. There were so many things she wanted to say, but she couldn’t because of her promise. She knew so much more than the other two would ever get to know. It was precisely because she knew so much, that she felt really helpless right now.

Because she knew the Tristan the others were seeing right now was nothing more than a Fake.

Just thinking back of what had happened almost half a year ago caused her a lot of pain and sorrow.

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Tristan’s Laboratory (01.01.9981 AS)

“Tristan!” Abigail cried out loud as she saw Schattenklinge trying to tend the wounds of the body of a young man, whose body was in such a bad shape she it would be impossible for anyone to recognize. Still for Abigail it was clear the one that was lying there fighting for his life was Tristan!

The whole room had taken the odor of burned flesh and boiled blood. She could see the pus flow from some of the wounds on the side of the body.

“…” Abigail couldn’t bring out any words anymore.

“SHIT, SHIT, SHIT!” Schattenklinge screamed as he did all he could, trying to keep Tristan alive. “It was a trap, and I kinda forced him to fall for it!.. Nana is dead.” Schattenklinge explained with a broken voice as he heard Abigail approach.

“They had there a Reiter and two King level fighters, to kill all of the new rich, talk about overkill…” Schattenklinge continued.

“NO!” Abigail covered her mouth with both her hands and tears started to flow down her cheeks, as her eyes landed on the gauntlet Tristan was wearing.

“That idiot, he used that thing, you like to tinker with so much, even though, he knew it could kill him.” Schattenklinge said with a bitter smile.

“Why are you stopping with the treatment?!” Abigail asked perturbed.

“I don’t know what else to do… I have done everything I can to stabilize him, but…. I’m not pro, everything we can do is hope and pray he makes it.” Schattenklinge said while falling on his back because of exhaustion.

“Maybe I can help.” They could hear a female voice, while the owner of the voice slowly walked forwards.

It was a young woman peerless in beauty, wearing a skimpy armor, like the ones you would find in cheap MMORPG’s.

“How did you manage to enter this room?” Abigail roared at hear starting to chant her magic.

“I’m Lisa; Bella sends me, to safe this boy’s life.” The woman said, waving helplessly with her hands around the air.

“Bella?” Abigail asked, confused, it felt like a name Tristan had used once, but she couldn’t tell who she was anymore.

“Good, please lend us a helping hand.” Schattenklinge rushed over to Lisa and lead her to Tristan.

“Hey, what if she is the enemy?” Abigail tried to stop them.

“She isn’t, I assume she’s one of Bella’s Reiter, so she should be able to help.”

“Bella as in the woman, that messed with Tristan’s life like this?” Abigail said while she continued glaring at Lisa, who now kneeling next to Tristan.

“By the power of the light in the Heaven’s, I command; Full Heal!” Lisa shouted and Tristan’s body was enveloped in a green light.

“Hey…” Abigail still wanted to oppose Lisa, but she couldn’t. In front of her eyes all the wounds on Tristan’s body were gone! They were closing, leaving behind no trace at all, as if they had never been there.

“Thank you, thank you so much!” Abigail jumped and hugged Lisa.

“… No… No.. problem at all!” She said with a shy voice. “I’m just fulfilling my orders. Now I’ll have to take him to see her holiness.”

“Can I come with you?” Schattenklinge said in a serious tone.

Lisa tilted her head slightly. “Yes, I can take you.”

“Hold on, I won’t allow that!” Abigail tried to prevent them from leaving.

“I don’t need your permission, it’s an order from her holiness.” Lisa said determined, and was gone. So were Tristan and Schattenklinge.

As the hours passed by slowly, Abigail kept waiting and looking towards Tristan had been lying. Her heart was filled with anxiety, and every minute felt for her like an eternity.

Suddenly, a familiar Gate opened, making her heart skip beats. Tristan and Schattenklinge walked in.

“How did it go?” Abigal asked, putting on the best smile she could, in the situation they were in.

“WHHAAAAA” Not even after a few meters of walk Tristan collapsed.

Abigail, rushed to Tristan’s side. “Everything, will be alright, because I’m always going to be by your side.” She whispered to Tristan and hugged him tightly.

“Don’t mess with me, we both know nothing will be alright. We both know nothing is alright and ever will be! Nothing will ever be the same as it used to be! I… I don’t know if I’ll ever be the same again… Everything will be nothing, but a fake… WHHAAAA” Tristan said nothing more, but only cried in Abigail’s breasts.