“I know it sucks to have your party kick you out,” she said, her voice toneless. “I know the feeling. I’ve been kicked out of my party too.”

Remy was silent. The bacon sizzled on the pan. He plated them. Toast, eggs, bacon. He walked over and placed breakfast on the small wooden dining table. It rocked forward, and Morgan put a folded piece of paper under one of the legs to level it.

“Where is lunch?” She asked him.

“Let me eat breakfast before I cook lunch.” He sat down, stabbing some egg with his fork.

“Fine, but I want fried rice.” She started to eat too.

“We don’t have any ingredients for that. Rice is too expensive right now. They have a goblin problem in the west,” he said chewing his egg.

“Don’t talk with your mouth fool,” his master said, with her mouth full. “Like I said, I know what it’s like to lose your party members.”

Remy put down his fork and stared at her.

“You killed your party members.”

“You were about to do the same thing. It’s a good thing I stopped you.”

She had a point. Remy took his fork and started to shovel down his breakfast.

“Since we can’t have fried rice, I want roasted chicken instead.” She finished the same time he did.

“Yes, yes.” He sighed. She took her plate and turned to the kitchen.

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“Oh, by the way, my daughter will be coming here to live with us. She wants to be an adventurer. Since your party kicked you out, she should make a good addition.”

Remy stopped and turned around. “You have a daughter?”

She was reading the newspaper and did not look up.

“I have five. Each with different men.”

“Huh.” He almost dropped the plates. “You have five daughters? That…how…does that even work?”

“Well, sometimes, women want to have sex. Sometimes there are accidents. All five were cases of that.” She looked up from her newspaper. “Do I need to explain to you how that works?”

“Bu-but.” He felt dizzy. “I’ve lived with you for fifteen years. When did this happen?”

“Three of them before we lived together, two of them after.”

“Huh!” This time he dropped the plates. They broke and shattered. “That doesn’t make sense! When did you have time?”

“I wasn’t here for a year five years ago.” She flipped to the next page. “I had twins. The father is taking care of them. Oh, your incident is in the paper.” She showed him the article, but that was the least of his concern.

He pushed it out of the way. “Stop with this reaction! This is a big deal! What the hell!”

“Hmmm, I understand. It’s obvious what’s happening here.” She put down the newspaper. “But you have to accept reality. Your master is very popular with men.”

Master is popular? The woman that had thrown up on him while telling bedtime stories. The woman who threw him to a Crimson Bear and laughed as he fought for his life. The woman who literally gambled and lost his freedom for a few months.

“I can’t see that.”

She threw the newspaper at him, stabbing through his shoulder.

“Gah!” He grasped his shoulder, pulling the newspaper out carefully.

“Your shock made you weaken your mana,” she said. “You need to make sure you stay as cool as me.”

It had been a while since he had been stabbed by paper from her. She had infused the newspaper with mana, strengthening it to be as sharp and deadly as a kitchen knife.

“Here.” She put a few coins on the table. “While you’re out getting my daughter, buy yourself a healing potion. She should be at the guild by noon.”

“This is still a lot to take in,” he said, pocking the coins.

“Oh, that reminds me.” She smiled. A dreadful aura emanated from her that made Remy tremble in fear. “If you touch my daughter. I will cut off your manhood and feed it to you. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes.”