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Chapter 460: To Nippon-Koku!

    Chapter 460: To Nippon-Koku!


    It took two more days for them to finish everything up. The bulk of the work was done the first day, and everything after was the fine details. Installing doors, getting the windows just right, nting grass in the inner courtyard, sanding the wood, and the thousand and one other little details. It was stunning to watch the whole thinge together.


    Equally stunning was the bill. I knew how much it cost, but actually <em>paying</em> brought it all home.


    I was at the bank with the owner of Casa Pernoctare. Just him, a <strong>[Banker]</strong>, an <strong>[Appraiser]</strong>, and a half dozen burly <strong>[Warriors]</strong> as I counted out a mix of diamond and ruby coins, each one worth 10,000 arcs.


    “267, 268, 269, 270.” I said, carefully moving thest coin onto the 27th pile. One of the <strong>[Bankers]</strong> was intently overseeing the transaction, the owner was looking terribly casual, and the <strong>[Bodyguards]</strong> were looking every which way, anticipating legions of <strong>[Thieves]</strong> jumping out of any corner.


    “Every coin is real.” The <strong>[Appraiser]</strong> dered, and the <strong>[Banker’s]</strong> eye twitched. Of course they were real! The bank’s reputation would get destroyed if they weren’t!


    The bank was <em>fascinating</em> from a magic perspective. They had <em>something</em> on all the vaults thatpletely blocked my <strong>[The World Around Me]</strong> skill, and every inch was covered in glowing runes. The visible runes werepletely fake, illusions coating the real runes. The few that I could read past the mirages were clearly obfuscation runes, and I’d bet everything in my vault that the <em>real</em> runes and security were two or threeyers deep, located in a ce that not even my super senses could decipher.


    Good stuff. Was happy I had my money here. I was debating if our funds would be safer in <strong>[Vault of the Ages]</strong>, and I was tempted to start splitting my funds… once I <em>had</em> funds again.


    “Pleasure doing business with you, Dawn.” The <strong>[Owner]</strong> offered up his hand, and I shook it, the invisible chains of debt briefly but firmly binding me to the bank.


    I made a boatload of money, but I didn’t have it <em>quite</em> all on hand at the moment. Nina’s biomancy didn’t help. It was critical, it would pay off over her lifetime, but expensive. Felt like a drop in the bucketpared to the house though. ‘Only’ 40,000 arcs. You know, an experienced craftsman’s annual earnings.


    “Same! I’m torn if I want to do business with you again or not!” I joked, and the manughed like he hadn’t heard the joke before.


    We signed a pair of scrolls, and half the people in the room added their signatures to them. With that, I officially and properly owned the vi. I promptly teleported the scroll into my <strong>[Loremaster’s Library]</strong>, ensuring I couldn’t lose it.


    With a skip to my step I made my way over to Auri’s bakery, our designated meetup spot.


    “Can I get another cookie?” I asked Auri, giving her my biggest, widest eyes.


    “Brpt.” She shook her beak, firmly denying me.


    No shoes, no shirt? That was fine, Auri would happily sell me baked goods. No coins? That was a different question entirely, and the answer was clear - no service.


    She’d spent <em>way</em> too much time around Amber.


    I narrowed my eyes at her, but decided not to make an issue out of it. My purse had beenpletely demolished, both by paying the constructionpany, and by acquiring Nina a celebratory gift.


    Auri had a steady crowd going through, most of whom were whispering excitedly and pointing at Auri.


    “No <em>way</em> that’s a phoenix.” One of them whispered.


    “Totally is!” Her friend replied.


    “Is not!”


    Others were studying Auri, and more people were buying her goods.


    “Entirely mundane.” One man muttered as he left the store, studying one of Auri’s cakes. “Not a speck of a Skill…”


    Business looked brisk, and a <strong>[Mage Hand]</strong>posed of mes swung by my table. Auri dropped off a scroll… and a single cookie.


    Curious, I read the scroll where it was, not bothering to open it. I delicately nibbled on the cookie. Om nom nom!


    Ah.


    <em>Ah.</em>


    The scroll was Auri’s financial notes, and the ce was <em>not</em> turning a profit. Yet. I didn’t mind if the bakery became an endless Void consuming my coins if Auri was happy, but my little friend was <em>determined</em> to make it on her own. To contribute in her own way. It was a matter of pride.


    Which tranted to no free cookies for me. There was some wonky logic behind me funding the gap in the store’s finances, and ack of free cookies, but I understood where Auri wasing from. That was one thing, and this was another one.


    I had faith that she’d get there. The store was getting more and more crowded every week, and it was only a matter of time before she made enough to be profitable. The killer was the property tax.


    Also, I wanted tea. Auri should totally start selling tea.


    I popped a library book out of my storage, put my feet up on the chair across from me, blissfully ignored a wagging finger made out of mes, and started to read while waiting for Iona and Nina.


    I almost didn’t recognize Nina when she entered my sphere of perception. Only with Iona right next to her, giving her an arm to lean on for support, along with the massiveck of nine-tailed kitsunes in Sanguino, was I able to tell.


    She was at least three inches taller to start, andpletely reforged. No longer was there a trace of a malnourished background. No longer were her bones criminally weak. Her hair was fully filled out, no longer patchy in some ces where stress had caused it to fall out. A thousand and one other tiny metaphorical scars that had been etched into her body, etched into the very backend the System used to determine how I healed them were gone.


    I hadn’t gotten the full details of everything they were going to do, but clearly the two of them had decided that Nina had worked hard enough, and the muscle cheat was on. She had to have had <em>at least</em> thirty pounds of additional muscle added to her frame.


    Her tails looked to be at least another inch longer, all bushy and <em>so fluffy</em>. The two of them entered the bakery a momentter. I waved to them.


    Iona spotted me and quickly navigated over, Nina an awkward, gangly mess of limbs. Like a teenager suddenly growing an extra three inches over the course of two minutes.


    “How’d it go?” I asked,pletely unable to hide my enthusiasm.


    Iona and Nina traded a look, the two of them silentlymunicating. Iona raised an eyebrow at Nina. The kitsune got the hint.


    “Great!” She said. “I’ll only figure it all out once I finish growing up, but everything seems fine!”


    I gave her a t look of disbelief. She could barely stand!


    Then again, I <em>had</em> been stuck in a hospital bed for almost a week after my biomancy changes. People in ss houses and all that.


    “Hurray!” I cheered.


    A small cake, coated with frosting and strawberries, came flying towards us with nine ethereal will-o-wisps burning over them, a <strong>[Mage Hand]</strong> deftly dissolving into nothingness as itnded on the table. Auri’s little celebration present.


    Her cookie reluctance earlier now made a lot more sense. She was giving us a huge free cake in the first ce! Okay, Amber hadn’tpletely rubbed off on her.


    “Congrattions on the biomancy!” I cheered.


    Iona pped a hand on Nina’s shoulder.


    “Good job. Another hurdle down - and this one will make the rest of them that much easier.”


    The Valkyrie sliced the cake up into five uneven sized pieces, wrapping arge portion up for Fenrir, and a tiny little slice went onto a te for Auri. Nina got the <em>fox’s</em> share of what was left, the ginger’s eyes sparkling with joy as she grabbed a fork and dug in.


    I shouldn’t haveughed.


    But it was just too funny when shepletely overshot the return, andnded the cake firmly between her eyes.


    After a stunned moment, sheughed as well.


    “Presents!” I announced.


    “Presents?” Nina asked.


    “PRESENTS! For you Nina! Congrattions!” I handed her the gift I’d prepared.


    Nina teared up at the small wrapped package. My heart sank into my stomach.


    “Problem?” I asked.


    She sniffled.


    “I’ve never gotten a present before.” She quietly admitted, and my heart broke just a little.


    “Open it!” I encouraged.


    She unwrapped the present - Iona and I pretending not to notice any fumbles - and pulled out my gift.


    A brush. A brush with about a dozen enchantments to make brushing easier, and a glimmering pearlescent handle.


    “It’s beautiful.” Nina’s voice wavered as she whispered her thanks, then she started full-out bawling.


    Iona and I wrapped her up in a hug, and all was right with the world.


    “Legata! May I have a word?” I poked my head into Katerina’smand office.


    The Sixth Legion was back at its home base, and that meant no more tents. The fort was three quarters of the way to being a fully fledged town, the only thing trulycking being the chaos of a civilian presence and the desire to expand past their walls. Not that it stopped the camp followers from building right outside the walls of the Sixth Legion in the first ce.


    I’d bet quite a lot of money that this spot would be a proper town within the next two decades, and that the Sixth would need to move to a new spot to be ‘proper’ soldiers. Or something like that.


    What was <em>interesting,</em> and I couldn’t wait to see the reason why, was the sheer number of non-Exterreri armor and weapons moving around in crates. A few exotic items here and there were to be expected, but this looked like they wanted topletely rearm the Legion in different gear. I had no idea <em>why</em> they’d want to do that. Everyone had trained in a particr style. The gear was already harshly optimized over decades, if not centuries or millennia. Why shift? Why change?


    Also, none of the gear was using the red, gold, and ck of Exterreri’s colors, nor was the Bat sigil present. Instead, it was all blue and silver, with a closed fist as an emblem.


    My best bet was it was for a training exercise of some sort. Put team 1 in Exterreri gear, team 2 in this new gear, and let them fight it out. Make people adopt different tactics, given how often the skirmishes between centuries I oversaw turned into shield falls futilely poking at each other.


    Given my position in the Legion, I was sure I’d be told sooner rather thanter what was up. Need to know and all that.


    Also <em>want</em> to know.


    Katerina sighed as she saw me, the three Centurions and one Tribune snapping to attention.


    “Since <em>that</em> meeting’s been shot, <em>yes,</em> Dawn, pleasee in. Make yourselffortable. Tea?” She offered.


    I was… okay, fine. I was starting to get better with the social stuff. Time, experience, and hanging around Iona for long enough was starting to get some of it through my head, and I needed to stop denying that I couldn’t do it <em>at all.</em> I was no savant at it, it didn’te easily, but I had started to get enough experience with it, see the same patterns often enough, to put together rudimentary basics and niceties.


    Like Katerina’s tone was like a rattlesnake’s tail, warning me that the correct answer was ‘no ma’am’ and being in and out like a shot.


    “No ma’am, thanks for the offer. I’ve got a mission separate from the Sixth. Wanted to let you know.”


    Katerina gave me an unimpressed look.


    “I know that you can be called on other tasks. Will you be back before the Saturnalia? Next time, this meeting could’ve just been a letter. If there’s nothing else…?”


    I recognized a dismissal when I saw one.


    “I should be back by then! Sorry! Bye!” I dashed out, my newfound confidence crumbling around me.


    Oh no. Just when I started to think I was getting decent at the whole social thing, just when I was finding my feet under myself, I’dmitted one of the worst sins possible.


    <em>I’d made a meeting that could’ve just been a letter!</em>


    Lock me up! Throw away the keys!


    But keep the mango supply going.


    All of the Eventide Eclipse had been in and out of our home ever since the construction started. We got to watch it be assembled. We went over every inch of it, looking for problems and errors. Most of that was me with <strong>[The World Around Me]</strong>, and the <strong>[Foreman]</strong> had gotten annoyed at both me and some of the <strong>[Builders]</strong> as I was able to call any corners they cut, any trash that they tried to hide in the wall.


    Not all of the <strong>[Builders]</strong> directly worked for the constructionpany or something like that? It wasn’t important, the long and short of it was I’d been all over the ce already. We all had.


    But not like this. Not all together.


    Not as a family.


    Nina clutched her brush and trusty metal pipe. Auri had changed her mes to look like the fanciest, purplest toga. Fenrir’s scales gleamed. Iona looked like she was on top of the world, and I was clutching the potted mango seed I’d gotten way back when we first made it to Sanguino. The odds of it being still alive and fruitful were slim, but I was ever the optimist.


    “You mentioned a tradition like this?” Iona picked me up in a princess carry. I clutched my pot carefully, kissing her once she finished.


    “That’s for when we get married.” My eyes twinkled as I stared into hers. She gave me a wink.


    “Close enough, yeah?” She asked.


    I snuggled in.


    “Close enough. Onwards!” I pointed with the pot ofmand, and Iona deftly opened the door with her foot.


    She carried me over the threshold, the rest of the Eventide Eclipse piled in - sans Fenrir - and I once again marveled at the ce.


    Broadly speaking, there were two sections to the vi. A ‘public’ half, where guests might be entertained, and a ‘private’ half, which was just for us. The public half was in a square shape, four small wanna-be towers on each corner, and the central courtyard that opened to the sky. Most of our various workrooms were in this area as well. From Iona’s future art galleries (okay, fine, that was most of the hallways), to my armory, a training salle and a workout spot, a core room that we would eventually fill with arcanite, to an industrial sized kitchen, spare bedrooms, a chapel, and a dozen other spots, it was the ‘main section’.


    Awkwardly, Nina hadn’t been part of our lives when we got the designs of the ce, and she had the pick of any of the ‘public’ rooms as her own, instead of one of the more ‘private’ rooms that were more intimate.


    A hallway offshoot from the main square public area, and that hall was filled with mirrors. Auri’s request, her contribution, her zone. It was a neat effect as well!


    At the end of the hall were two sets of rooms, one to the left, one to the right. The one on our left was the master bedroom. Huge walk-in closets, a nice bathroom, the works. On the right was our more private living area. Cozy firece in a living room, a small kitchen and pantry attached to it.


    The four of us walked through the ce together. Nina was gaping at everything, Iona was all smiles.


    My eyebrows were scrunched up.


    “What is this ce missing?” I asked out loud, wiggling out of Iona’s grip.


    “Furniture?” She suggested.


    I tilted my head.


    “Maybe that’s it…?”


    “Brrpt!” Auri suggested, and Iughed. Not just at her suggestion, but at how it was <em>right.</em>


    “We <em>are</em> missing pictures of the glorious you!” I said. “I’m so used to mosaics being disyed, that’s what we’re missing!”


    “Dibs!” Iona called. “DIBS! I’m calling dibs on the art.”


    “You’ve got dibs!” I happily agreed. Iona hadn’t gotten nearly enough chances to stretch her artistic muscles recently, and if she wanted to dabble in a new artform for our entire house? More power to her.


    “This ce looks like it might be difficult to clean.” Ninamented idly. The three of us stared at Nina. I got a wicked grin on my face.


    “Why are you all - OH COME ON!” She threw her hands up in the air as I cackled. A proper, witchy cackle. Shame I didn’t have my School robes anymore, it would’ve been perfect.


    Iona patted Nina’s shoulder.


    “It’s all part of the deal. That being said, I know ine’s got a few cleaning spells in her endless spellbooks, and we are hoping to enchant the ce so it self-cleans.”


    Bless magic, in all its forms.


    The ‘garden’ was basically all dirt right now. Critically, it was <em>actually dirt,</em> and not just loose stone or other forested mountain floor. With about four seconds of effort, I dug a nice little hole, and nted the seed deep.


    “Home.” I said, hugging Iona.


    “Home.” She agreed.


    The second order of business was testing out the new bath. It was deep and luxurious, but Exterreri baths all had a simr issue. Namely, since the water was almost always in the bath and ready for people to jump in - baths weren’t run the same way, especially with magic helping things out - the pipe from the water cistern to the bath wasn’t particrlyrge, leading to only a small trickle refilling the bath at any given time.


    “This is going to take <em>weeks.</em>” I hyperbolicallyined to Iona as I watched the anemic trickle of water pour into the empty bath.


    Iona squinted her eyes at the bath, calcting.


    “Unfortunately.” She agreed.


    I dramatically groaned, and hopped into the empty bath. My feet werepletely dry, the puddle hadn’t even made it out here yet. I sighed, and ran a number of calctions.


    I could try to conjure water, but water was <em>heavy.</em> Add in the hefty mana to effect penalty that wizardry had, along with the potentially nasty effects if someone drank the water, and it just wasn’t worth it.


    “Fine, fine. Another day.” I hopped back out of the bath.


    I balefully eyed the small pipe that was denying me one of my favorite ‘at home’ luxuries, before reminding myself that in just a few weeks I’d be singing its praises. Just one of the tiny hups moving into a new ce.


    Better than the basement leaking, the roof missing shingles, rotting beams in the ceiling, or a thousand other issues that could be challenging me at this time!


    The sun was setting, and Iona headed off to Sanguino to light a pair of candles from a temple dedicated to Selene and Lunaris, the twin goddesses of the moons.


    I wasn’t particrly religious, although I was trying to brush up on the twin goddesses for Iona’s sake. One twist I was surprised at - although I shouldn’t have been - was it didn’t matter what the phases of the moons were at for a consecration. Simply that the moons were out. New moons to full moons, it didn’t matter, as long as they were present, and the sky was reasonably clear.


    ‘Reasonably clear’ was apparently a whole theological <em>thing</em> as well, given the heavy cloud cover on some parts of the world. I had felt myself starting to lose focus as Iona exined, and Imunicated that to her.


    Fortunately, she’d understood and hadn’t been offended, and what she’d mentioned about the candlelit procession was <em>far</em> more interesting. Not the procession itself, but how religion changed and adapted over time.


    The goddesses didn’t specifically have their own rituals that they demanded. However, whatever rituals people came up with, they tended to endorse. This was something that most of the gods and goddesses of the pantheon did, although a few were demanding and particr.


    Eternity was a <em>long time.</em> Expecting people to keep and remember the same rituals and routines the entire time, expecting that life and culture wouldn’t shift and change, expecting knowledge of minute particrs to survive Immortal wars was absurd. The most sessful gods were adaptable and flexible.


    They could always descend to Pallos and remind priests of what they wanted, or make a decree, or just t-out chat with people to remind them.


    But it didn’t matter too much. They got divine juice or faith just the same from <em>a</em> ritual. It didn’t have to be <em>the</em> ritual.


    In other words, it was performing the ritual, not the contents of the ritual, that was important.


    For Iona, consecrating our chapel to the moon goddesses was a Big Deal. Even Auri wasn’t cracking jokes or fooling around. Nina looked like the biomancer who’d done her work had shoved arge rod somewhere deeply unpleasant.


    Fenrir was shrunk down, and the four of us waited by the open front door. We’d opened the rest of the doors from here to the chapel so there’d be no awkward ‘hang on, pause while I get the door’ during the procession.


    Then, we waited. The seriousness of the event was the only thing helping me keep still, no matter <em>how boring</em> it was. I redirected every urge to fidget at Iona’s serious face as she left, almost fully d in armor, to the temple.


    Thus, we waited. Waited while Iona slowly trekked from Sanguino to here on foot, slowly and solemnly walking the whole way with two flickering candles. By a small Miracle - a proper Miracle with a capital M - one me would be blue, and the other me would be yellow, no matter what the candles were made out of. Faith fueled it.


    In a fun twist, Iona was one of the very rare people capable of performing the entire ritual on her own. It called for both a priest, and protection. The protection could be anything - even the locals walking around the priest carrying the lights. As a <strong>[Pdin]</strong>, Iona counted as both.


    Hours passed. The moons rose, three-quarters full, and slowly marched across the sky. They started to fall back down to the horizon, and I was beginning to worry that Iona wouldn’t make it in time.


    I didn’t have the nerve to ask what would happen if Iona ‘failed’ to consecrate the chapel in time.


    Hours and hourster - the walk wasn’t a short one - I spotted the mes flickering through the trees. I sharpened my focus, my chimeric eyes able to pick out the details.


    Iona was calm and serene, cing every foot exactly where it belonged, moving so smoothly it was like she was gliding. A small procession was behind her, other faithful of the twin goddesses who’d taken the opportunity to participate. A minuteter I could hear her softly humming hymns. It was both harder and easier once I could see and hear her. On one hand, the finish line was approaching. She was almost here. I could directly see her face, hear her voice, and remind myself of the importance of what we were doing to every impulsive urge I had.


    Ignoring all the spiritual importance for a second, this would be good for a level or two in her <strong>[Pdin]</strong> ss. Probably only one. It was a small chapel, one person, and she had a solid number of levels as a <strong>[Pdin]</strong> already. Every level was a level, no reason toin about it <em>only</em> being one for a safe, rtively short activity.


    On the other, dear gods, she walked <em>so slowly.</em> It was almost causing me physical pain. I knew she could cross the distance in half a minute, if not faster. Instead, I got to watch her walk for <em>90 minutes.</em>


    I distracted myself by how nice it was watching her walk. I’m pretty sure the goddesses would approve of my thoughts.


    It was their moment, I sent them a little prayer.


    <em>Hey!</em>


    <em>Consecrating a chapel to you! Hope you like it!</em>


    <em>Give Iona a lot of credit for this one, she deserves it!</em>


    I swear I might’ve felt a slight brush at the edge of my consciousness after sending the prayer up. I did notice that the goddesses took a tribute of mana.


    Eh, I wasn’t using it, sure, they could have it.


    Atst Iona finisheding up the road, we silently fell in around her, acting as a sort of honor guard. Iona switched from humming, to singing the hymns. I’d already memorized them, but it wasn’t right for me to sing or hum them with Iona without my ‘counterpart’ also singing them. Auri had a single word, Fenrir’s singing was more growling, and Nina didn’t know the tunes yet.


    So I progressed in silence. Most of the others trailing along with Iona <em>did</em> know the right words and songs - frankly, I was surprised that one person <em>didn’t</em> know, it wasn’t the average follower who joined a procession like this - and with some minor fanfare, we all entered our home.


    The moonlight came down as we crossed the central garden, creating a vague illusion of arches that we passed through. Maybe a small miracle, maybe a coincidence.


    We entered the chapel, the altar already draped with blue and yellow cloth. The four of us spread out in the back, with only a bit of awkward shuffling.


    We hadn’t exactly gotten a chance to rehearse or practice this.


    Iona made it to the altar, and bent her head.


    “By the light and grace of the twin moons, we call upon thee, the two-as-one, the one-as-two, O divine…” Iona started her prayer out loud, lighting the candles with the two oddly-colored mes.


    As the candles touched the sacred torches on the altar, the mes ‘leapt’ from one to the other, entirely abandoning the devices used to bring them here.


    Magic. With a capital M. Gifts of the divine, outside of the System. If I didn’t have so many other things going on, if I wasn’t trying to study wizardry as well, I’d be sorely tempted to delve into the divine mysteries.


    That, and I just didn’t really feel a strong connection with any god or goddess. Transactional faith did sort of work, but… I was kinda busy. I did try to pray to the moon goddesses now and then, but it didn’t <em>click</em> for me the way it did for Iona.


    Once she no longer needed to carry the sacred mes, Iona took a knee to the altar, which I remembered was a Big Deal for her. There were only three people she’d kneel to in her life - her mentor, her gods, and her lover.


    The ritual continued. Elixirs that had been left to soak in the moonlight were sipped and passed around, the cups never emptying. Incense was burned, somehow invoking the smell of the moon. I had no idea what the moon smelled like before then. Ethereal voices joined in the chants.


    Then at the climax, the consecration itself, I felt a surge of divine power, of a Presence filling the room. A single feather fell from the ceiling, gently kissing Iona.


    My heart melted at the smile of peace and contentment on her face.


    There was a knock on the bedroom door. <strong>[Rapid Reshelving]</strong> instantly hid the ties, and I used the skill again to instantly get dressed.


    <strong>[*</strong><strong><em>ding!*</em></strong><strong> [Rapid Reshelving] leveled up! 19 ->20]</strong>


    Ugh. Fine. A level was a level, and <em>I guess</em> this was stressful.


    “Come in!” Iona called out. Really, there was only one person it could be.


    Nina poked her head in.


    “Iona. ine. Um. Can youe to the garden please?” She asked.


    “Yeah!” I hopped out of bed, and we all made our way to the garden. The moons were out, lidded at half-full like the great dragon herself was blinking. The stars were twinkling, and goddesses, it was good to see the night sky again, instead of eternal ash.


    Fenrir and Auri were already in the hortus.


    Nina stood near my buried mango seed, taking a deep breath. She spun round to us, and lifted a hand.


    <em>I swear upon my honor and the light that guides me, to serve justice unwaveringly.</em>


    <em>I pledge to protect the innocent, to vanquish evil, and to uphold the virtues of righteousness.</em>


    <em>With every breath, I shall strive to be a beacon of hope and a shield against darkness.</em>


    <em>I dedicate my sword and my heart to the cause of righteousness, bringing light to the world.</em>


    <em>In the face of adversity, I shall remain resolute, unwavering in my devotion to the path of righteousness.</em>


    <em>I vow to uphold the sacredws, to defend the weak, and to be a champion for the voiceless.</em>


    <em>I bind my soul to the pursuit of truth and virtue, forsaking personal gain for the greater good.</em>


    <em>Through courage andpassion, I shall be a source of inspiration and strength for those in need.</em>


    <em>I solemnly swear to confront the darkness within and without, never sumbing to its temptations.</em>


    Wow. That was quite a bit more high-brow than I was expecting from Nina - and using significantly moreplexnguage. Made me think she was cribbing <em>hard</em> from other <strong>[Oaths]</strong>.


    Nina’s face slowly fell as her words finished echoing off the walls. Her ears wilted, turning down, and her tails went down. A minute passed. Her fist clenched, and she started to hyperventte, eyes darting frantically around. Her lips moved in a silent prayer. Then two.


    She started to tremble as she looked at Iona.


    “I - I didn’t get the skill.” She sniffed, huping through the statement, fighting the tears.


    Iona smiled, took two steps forward and wrapped Nina in a hug.


    “Hey, hey, shhhh, it’s okay.” She reassured the teenager. “It just meant it wasn’t right for you. That you didn’t believe it deep in your heart.”


    “But I want to!” Nina exploded. “I <em>want</em> to believe that! I want to be a good Valkyrie! Isn’t that what it’s all about?”


    “There’s more than one path.” I said. “More than one way. That one sounded like, what, the <strong>[Oath of the Righteous Pdin]</strong>? Maybe yours is more the <strong>[Sworn Vengeance of the Wrathful Valkyrie]</strong>. Give it time. Wait to see what clicks with you. What <em>resonates.</em> What you believe, deep down, is <em>right.</em> There’s no rush.” I did my best to reassure Nina that everything was alright.


    “You’re not going to kick me out?” Nina asked, looking up at Iona with big eyes.


    I punched my girlfriend in the arm.


    “If she does, she’s sleeping in the garden, <em>and</em> you’re always wee to live here. Alright?” I said.


    Iona shook her head.


    “Never.” She reassured Nina. “Many Valkyries never even take a <strong>[Vow]</strong>. It’s not required.”


    With a LOT more reassurance, we finally all made it to bed. Just in time for the sun to start peeking over the horizon.


    Not exactly the most auspicious start to my first mission, which we were leaving for in the morning.


    Uh.


    Which was now-ish.


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    I was both ready and not ready at the same time to go on the mission to Nippon-Koku. In the end, I went with the old reliable <em>just do it,</em> and I left with Iona and Fenrir after packing several dozen different knick-knacks in my <strong>[Vault of Ages]</strong>. If I wasn’t careful, I’d spend years prepping the <strong>[Vault]</strong> before actually <em>doing</em> anything with it. Auri wanted to keep working on her bakery, and she was keeping an eye on Nina, who was just a little too low level right now. The mission was a little too far from the Valkyrie’s normal mandate for her squire to get solid experience, while being on her own, looking after the ce <em>was.</em>


    The System was <em>fucking weird</em> at times. I was sure that soon enough it would swing back round, where sweeping the floor would make Nina swing a mace harder or some other ridiculous nonsense.


    Heck, I wasn’t thinking weird enough. Probably something like drinking milk making her illusions more solid, or smelling the flowers improving her armor.


    The two of them were tasked with not burning the ce down, and settling in.


    The three of us were soaring over the Sea of Stars, chatting.


    “Let’s take a wide detour south.” I said. Iona tugged on the reins, and Fenrir obligingly turned south.


    “Why’s that?” Iona asked.


    “There’s an ind roughly in the direction we were heading that might go boom.” I exined. “There’s a Void mage experimenting there.”


    Iona shuddered.


    “I was so much happier before I knew that. How do you think Nina and Auri are holding up?”


    “Oh, they’re fine!” I reassured her. Iona looked all strong and stoic in front of Nina, and couldn’t stop worrying the moment she was out of sight. “I’m really impressed with how quickly you managed to teach Nina to read!”


    Iona froze.


    I twisted my neck around like an owl.


    “You… you haven’t taught her to read at all, have you?” I asked, a little usatory.


    “Whoops.” Iona said. I smacked my forehead. Real hard to do with my neck twisted all around.


    “How is she going to talk with Auri!?”
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