A Dragon Idol's Reincarnation Tale

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“Urgh, urhm…” Saori began to groan and move around on the clinic bed, pushing her body up whilst scratching her head. Her eyes blinked multiple times, rubbinging the sleepy sand out of her eyes before she turned her head around, looking at me in confusion. “Hestia?”

“Morning, sleepyhead. Pretty nostalgic, right? You, unconscious. Me, staying up the whole night, worried.”

Saori blinked even more, trying to understand what I was saying before she eventually realized and facepalmed herself gently. “Oh… I was careless. Sorry. Well, I guess it’s payback for having me worried for three weeks.”

“Haha!” I laughed, unable to be mad at that response. Saori giggled with me.

After our joy that neither of us were terribly harmed from our accidents, Saori sighed, looking disappointed at herself. “I am sorry… I cannot believe… How long did I stay unconscious? All I can remember is that I rescued a few slaves before some guards tried to fight me.”

“Tasianna, Grimnir, and Daichi rushed back with you after the color of the moon changed, so after midnight. And then, you stayed like this for a whole day. It’s the 1st of HarvestBloom now.”

Saori shook her head. “Are you kidding me…?”

“…” I let her calm down a bit before I signaled Tasianna to come into the room with [Telepathy]. “We have a lot to talk about, but first, how about we enjoy breakfast together. You’re probably starving.”

“Good point, thanks. And, thank you for saving me, Tasianna. I presume it was you.”

“All three of us did our part, Miss Saori. Please, rest yourself and recuperate your strength.”

It was usually very obvious who made our breakfast based on what was served. If it was more western style with bread, eggs, meat, and fruit, you knew it was either Tasianna, Svena, or Josine who cooked it. If it was traditionally Japanese, then Saori or Asaka were responsible. On the other hand, if it was a mix between multiple cultures, then Tamae was the chef behind the meal.

In this case, we had fresh rice, baked beans, grilled tomatoes, sausages, sauteed mushrooms, kimchi, and a warm vegetable soup. Gosh, it smelled wonderful, but I always questioned if such mixing was necessary.

“Tamae-chan was creative again…” I smiled wryly before putting a sliced sausage with mushroom on top of some rice into my mouth. My mouth widened and my cheeks felt the heavenly juices of this wonderful combination.

“Good food is good food. Even if the style of the breakfast does not fit together that perfectly, it is not weird to see these things combined together in another meal. Tamae knows what a healthy diet is and when you need to experience cuisine.” Saori ate some of the baked beans before indulging herself in the soup. “Ahhhh… how I wanted this to be miso soup~”

The meal was refreshing and invigorating. Food was good for the soul, not just the body.

After we were done, we became serious and asked Saori what exactly happened. I had heard the story from Tasianna, Grimnir, and Daichi, but I also wanted her perspective.

“The warehouse at the docks, the one Asaka’s stranger told us to go to, was not exactly one owned by the Resurrection. It had that serpent tattoo on it, but it was actually a building reserved for a large-scale slave auction with its ‘wares’ delivered by ship through the other countries down the river from Gleislain.”

I frowned. It was exactly as I heard from the others.

And the worst part about this was that it was a known public event promoted by the eight Olden Money. In other words, the patricians of Estralia. The mark designating the warehouse was in fact to help the Resurrection pinpoint which warehouse to attack.

“While we were mingling amongst the guests, we learned that the auction was hosted by the O’Blooms, the Plymeirs, and the Urlandors. It helped that they were glorified as such by the announcer,” Saori stated, mentioning two senator houses who used to work with the Layavete cartel. “While the auction lasted throughout the evening, there was suddenly an attack by the Resurrection.”

There were only beastmen and they were all wearing black armored suits; those were very easy ways for us to identify their members, or at least, the attackers from this crime syndicate.

“The guards and the Resurrection members attacked each other, giving me some time to get into their offices and find some stuff.” Saori pulled out sheets of parchment with words hastily scribbled on them from her storage. “Sure enough, Gleisvale is the hub of all trade in this part of the continent. Food, dungeon materials, artisans, and slaves. A lot is imported and exported year round.”

Saori handed me the papers to look over them. A majority of the records showed the O’Blooms being mostly in charge of the operations, which I presumed was due to the Plymeirs’ and Urlandors’ slow decline after what the Layavete cartel did to them.

Imports came through ships and as well as through the dwarves’ train, but mostly the former. The O’Blooms seemed to have dealings with quite a few notable members of the different countries along the mid-western part of Altrust: the Kingdom of Rakartheen and Astraford, the Divide of the Five Princes, Aleistunum, and also Aureolis. All ‘cause of the river Gleislain.

On the other hand, their access to Artorias had been severed, it seemed. The records show little to no interactions with the Kingdom of the Griffon starting about two months ago, around the time we began annoying Hamil. Even their imports through the train was only done through one source, a beastman. “Adhi Bayudra,” a levianewt and ship captain, it mentioned. The “smuggler” who was responsible for the elven yeast the O’Blooms needed.

This levianewt has only been doing it for two months now, but I heard the O’Blooms’ pastry shop is older than that. A different source and they changed the carrier? The transporter?

“Those Resurrection members, I heard from Tasianna that they were there to release the slaves,” I asked after I was done with the notes.

“Only beastmen slaves,” Saori corrected me. “They did not bother with the humans, even if some of them were children or teens. They were the reason why I had to go back into that place even after the fight caused the warehouse to go in flames. Now that I think about it, I think I fought a couple of the warehouse’s mercenaries and guards, and while rescuing one of the slaves held hostage, an explosion was triggered.”

I sighed at her recalling the events and pulled up a mask and threw it onto Saori. “Tasianna said you saved more than just one, you were literally leading all the saved human slaves outside before having to save them from falling debris and such. While you did so, you probably breathed in too much of the carbon monoxide.”

As Saori looked at the mask, I continued, “Next time you want to act like a hero, maybe put on a mask. Asaka gave me this dwarven mining mask to give to you, for your information. Or, just use your [Shadow Armament] cowl or mask. I still don’t understand how you were knocked out in the first place. We traveled through the inside of an active volcano, and you managed to survive that.”

“As you guessed, I had my mask on back in Cedaraille’s dungeon. I had it on during the rescue at first, but I took it off after I noticed the kids being too scared of my appearance to trust me…” Saori looked away, obviously ashamed of what happened. She wasn’t even close to death when she arrived in the subspace, and I didn’t think she would have died with how high her stats were, but good gosh, it scared me when I saw that she was unconscious.

I shook my head in exasperation. “If you want to be a firefighter like your dad so much, next time, put on precaution.”

“Don’t bring my father into this, Hestia,” Saori snapped at me.

“No, you should probably reflect on this, Saori. You were the one pestering me to stop taking risks when we were in the Belzac forest, but, if you ask me, you’ve turned more into the person you didn’t want me to become: a hero.”

Going against Davison, entering the cave during the grimgarian raid, and also her fight with the necromancer in Griffonpeak. If you thought about it, Saori really sounded like a hypocrite. Not like I could judge her, as I thought of myself as one, too.

Honestly, she was slowly becoming what she hated about her father. A firefighter who died during a rescue, leaving his family to deal with the aftermath of his death. It broke Saori’s mum and also changed Saori to be more focused on earning money instead of pursuing her dream of becoming a historian.

And it seemed Saori was beginning to understand what I meant about this. I was angry at her for risking her life like that, but I couldn’t outright say that to her, as I also found it rather inspirational. I also heard from Tasianna how Saori wanted to stop the slave auction despite how it would anger the local crime syndicates. If you asked me, her changing and becoming more heroic was a good thing. She was breaking out of her shell, kinda.

“… Sorry. Also sorry for snapping at you. I really shouldn’t have acted like that.” She frowned and massaged her forehead.

Considering how conflicted she was with her father, I could understand her outburst. A firefighter who valiantly died to protect people while working, but due to his death, it left Saori in ruin. Her mother became sick from the stress, mounting in medical bills. Meanwhile Saori had to give up on her dream to pursue her teacher job for the money.

She loved her father, but at the same time, she didn’t want to be compared to him.

“It’s okay. Here. Gael came over after he heard about the news,” I drew Saori’s attention away from our previous talk. I was content with her simply thinking over her decisions. “The warehouse you were sent to wasn’t the one the Layavete’s spy obtained that mana battery from.”

“Seriously?” Saori’s eyes widened and I nodded.

“Yes, and I think that place is the final key for us to solve all of this properly.” I then placed two fingers on my head and then spoke with [Telepathy]. [“You can come in, now”]

The door opened up again, but this time, three other people came in. First, it was Asaka, then Mother, and the last was the person Mother was happily talking to.

The elven stranger Asaka talked to. In other words…

“Saori, let me introduce you to the first god you’ll meet in person. Ilsaphone, Goddess of Death and Necromancy.”

“What?!”

The black-robed woman took off her hood, revealing a beautiful, albeit, pale face with lustrous ebony hair like the night’s sky. With her white eyes, she looked almost like a corporeal ghost or soul, which would have made her unnerving to look at if it weren’t for how pretty she was. It also didn’t help that a small haze kept seeping out from around her neck, showcasing some stitches around it, as if she was once decapitated.

“A healthy and long life to you, Saori,” she spoke in a modest and reserved fashion, sounding more like an introvert being forced to speak. “I apologize for it taking this long to meet you after giving you my mark.”

“… Uhm, I know this might be inappropriate to say now, but I cannot understand you.” As expected, I knew this would happen.

“Are you also hearing an accent or something like that, Segawa-san?” Asaka asked, smirking as she also knew this would happen.

Seeing her acting so smug, Saori frowned and simply ignored her, turning around to me. Her eyes told me she agreed with what Asaka said but didn’t want to admit it.

“Hold on, let me give you the translation.” I sent over what I heard from Ilsaphone. “The reason why you and Asaka-san can’t understand her properly is due to her being a god. You know a god’s followers always have to interpret what they mean? Yeah, that ‘accent’ is the reason.”

It was a defensive mechanism to protect a mortal’s soul from a god’s words, as even a “hello” could break a soul apart if they didn’t have proper protection. Even saints and champions couldn’t hear them properly despite having a blessing. Even Mother, whose soul was strong enough to chit-chat with Kramps if she wanted to, wasn’t perfectly suited to listening to a god.

On the other hand, I was a big exception to this rule. My soul was technically pretty weak right now since it was fractured and still recovering, but thanks to Aurena’s and Kramp’s work on my soul before I was reincarnated, I was quite resilient to the aura and words of a god if I accepted them. Unlike how Aurena had to shoo me out of her divine realm at the beginning to safeguard me, I could pretty much handle a lengthy talk without any problems after being exposed to them so often.

As such, similar to with Kramps, I was acting as the translator here. If Klea’Hatma were here too, she could have helped out.

“… I see,” Saori blurted out, but I could see she was still confused as hell with everything. “Actually, no, I do not understand what is going on. Why is there a goddess in our subspace? What is with that warehouse she pointed us at? I have too many questions.”

Her irritation blew up. I guess it was still too early in the morning for this. As such, we had to begin at the start.

“Saori.” Ilsaphone sat down on a chair before scribbling something on a wooden slate she had with her. She turned it around, revealing a “Can you read this?”

However, Saori turned her head around again, looking even more confused. I had to tell her what was written there. The voice and writing of a god was too divine for people to understand, and I could see Ilsaphone pouting about it.

“Saori’s and Asaka’s souls aren’t properly fortified yet, Hestia. Your blessing hasn’t reached the level of a demi-god’s yet.” Ilsaphone looked at me as if this was my fault. How the hell was this my fault?! Hello?!?!!?

“Hestia is still young, Goddess Ilsaphone. Expecting her to be anywhere close to a demi-god when she’s only a year old might be too much.” Mother could understand Ilsaphone well enough to reply.

How is this even my fault?! Also, why is my title supposed to help them listen to gods when I’m just a normal girl?

I began massaging my temples, remembering how I met Ilsaphone, Vivachel, and Kronnaz, the three daughters of Marsven, the same day that Saori fell unconscious. I had just received a System message about how Asaka wanted to rebel against her title. Since I somehow usurped it just as I did with [Bearer of Kargryxmor’s Blood] and [The Light], I was technically able to override some of its functions, which led to Asaka learning how to use [Dark Magic] despite the title forbidding her at first.

Realizing something was going on, I stopped whatever I was doing with Mother and exited the subspace the moment a portal was opened on Ellaine’s side. Worried, I wanted to learn what was going on their side, only for me to run into the three night sisters.

Ellaine, Tatsuya, and Kyouya explained how Kronnaz was testing Ellaine’s control over Klea’Hatma, as the Goddess of Vengeance wasn’t too thrilled that the demon of lust was still alive. Technically, the trial probably should have failed, allowing Kronnaz to destroy Klea’Hatma, but she couldn’t, even if she had won.

Ellaine’s ownership over Klea’Hatma was currently under the protection of Aurena through the [Okl’Luthier’s Power] skill. Kronnaz still wanted to know if Ellaine was strong enough to act as a demon contractor, knowing Klea’Hatma could corrupt her easily, similar to many other mortals during the demon wars.

“I was not impressed with their strength… but that girl had the spirit and gall to fight back.” Kronnaz mentioned back then when I was still trying to digest the situation.

After Ilsaphone stopped the trial, Vivachel also appeared and greeted the three trial takers before Yorshka came over. It was during this time that I appeared and told Yorshka to hurry up and save Asaka. With Yorshka gone, the goddesses went on to leave us, except for Ilsaphone who stayed behind to explain why the hell they were here and lead us around like puppets.

The reason why Ilsaphone and Vivachel posted that Quest was simply ‘cause they thought we would be interested in knowing what was going on at that village, whilst also potentially helping Ilsaphone with her project. Similar to the onnikais by Griffonpeak from before, her plan was to create her own patron race using these dead faefolk. For example, the four garms Saori had were the ideal of this plan.

Asaka was key for Ilsaphone’s plans, and was predicting she would follow Ellaine and the two boys after the cartel business. No idea how she could, but everything seemed to have gone as she planned. Asaka made contact with the trapped onnikais inside a village managed by the Resurrection and House Resclave.

While Ilsaphone did have an ulterior motive, she still helped us understand what was going on. At this point, Tasianna knew exactly who her targets were. The first senator I met in this city, the foxian woman Reajaen Resclave.

“Saori, Tasianna mentioned you met a foxian man in a black armor during the attack. Did you get a good look at him? Did his eyes look dead, for some reason?” I asked Saori after explaining all of that, to which she nodded. The person I was talking about was the one leading the Resurrection.

If it was true, then there was only one other foxian man I thought matched this description, and that was Reajaen’s son, Parilostro Resclave.

“But the issue with this is that it should be impossible,” Asaka commented, rubbing her hand on her face in irritation. “That’s the same person I met on my side. He nearly killed me!”

Asaka was right. The man I saw next to Reajaen in our first meeting, the man Asaka met, and the one Saori’s group saw. All three of them were the same person, but what made it unclear what was going on was how this man was in two places at the same time. Asaka and Saori met this man at around the same time.

It should be impossible. This couldn’t happen outside of if those two were actually twins, or…

“Sloth.” Mother said before holding up Ellaine’s mana rings, letting Klea’Hatma finally speak.

[“The demon of sloth, one of the most annoying people I’ve ever met. He was no terror on the battlefield like wrath or pride was, but he was our best defender. Until Kargryxmor killed him, nobody was able to penetrate our bases. The cloner and puppet master. In his sloth, he made others do his work. In this case, he made spare bodies to work for him.”]

“In other words, we’re dealing with a demonkin contractor here, and they are within this city.” I looked back at Ilsaphone. “This is the reason why you led us to both of these places, right? Goddess Aurena told me gods aren’t omniscient, but you sure are a seer.”

Ilsaphone shrugged. She seemed to have taken that as a compliment.

“Then what are we waiting for?” Saori almost stood up, but I told her we weren’t done with the explanation yet.

“In the one day you were out of commission, we did some looking around, or, I did it with the demon’s help.” Asaka pointed at Klea’Hatma. “We confirmed our suspicion with the sloth dude, and also discovered that there is another demonic source coming from the area the onnikais were trapped in.”

[“The aura of envy,”] Klea’Hatma ended.

“Hold on, are you telling me, there are two demonkin contractors in this city?! How is that possible?” Saori was blown away.

“The reason why we couldn’t move just yet is precisely due to this. We know the Resclaves have at least one demonkin contractor, and that the Ressurection’s enemy is involved with another, whoever they exactly are. Asaka spoke with the onnikais. The thing hidden inside that area was stolen from the latter.”

“But it still is confusing, right?” Asaka scratched her head. “If we engage with the Resurrection now, the other side might escape. We are planning on taking both out at once. The problem is, we have to find who the other group is.”

Saori nodded, agreeing with the idea before frowning. “… Then, what about Tasianna?”

“She’s holding back,” I said.

“Why? Her enemy is right in front of her. From what I heard, the onnikais trapped in that area were formally lesser faefolks who died from being drained, correct? She has her target and most likely the person responsible for the death of Princess Schuri.”

I knew the answer for this, but I wasn’t the one to answer it. That was reserved for our eavesdropper.

“Because I’m not satisfied, yet.” Tasianna entered the room, a forlorn expression on her face. “I want to look into that last location. The place where the mana batteries came from. I want to understand how a group of beastmen were the ones responsible for this. All this time… All my hatred for humans came from Princess Schuri’s death, and it turns out that the real perpetrators weren’t even humans? What have I been doing all this time?”

Tasianna, ever since we met her, has always disliked humans ‘cause of the fairy hunters who killed her former mistress. She despised the human so much that upon meeting her first human, she almost killed her. Saori and I have been slowly teaching Tasianna to let go of her anger, that not all humans were as scummy as she thought they were, and it seemed to have worked.

But I guess finding out the truth like this wasn’t alright to her. Like her worldview breaking apart, I presumed. She needed closure by finding the people who sent the fairy hunters on that day, but after learning who it actually was, she was questioning herself how narrow-minded she was.

“Tasianna, don’t worry.” She needed comfort, which meant I needed to be there for her. “We’ll get to the bottom of this. Reajaen or whoever she worked with will pay for this. So, don’t cry now after everything I said yesterday, alright?”

“Of course, Lady Hestia…”

All I hoped that she wouldn’t turn too cynical from all of this.

After Tasianna left the room, I then turned the discussion back to the last location on our list before we did something about it. “As such, I want to look into this last spot. Saori, I know you just woke up, but I need you to look into this place. I need to know what the Resurrection is actually planning. They’ve been releasing beastmen slaves, gave them a village to live in, and also sharing potions with the sick. Who are they really?”

I then placed the papers back on the table, the ones from the slave auction. “It wasn’t written anywhere here, but those O’Blooms and the two other Olden Money families must be responsible for the slave bandit attack. We just don’t have proof. The Resurrection’s enemy has to be one of these three or all of them, seeing as the Plymeirs and Urlandors were the people the Resurrection targeted by taking down the Layavete cartel. I will have Shaturin and the Layavetes handle this.”

I then pulled out another piece of parchment, but this time, it came from my storage. “This is the list of senators King Drangleic and his dukes believe we can work with. None of them trust the Olden Money, as they are not only prideful but also major schemers. Too stubborn and proud to control. On the other hand, the civil representatives are quite ambitious, but they know when it’s better to follow to reap their reward. We only need to control the majority of them to control Estralia, and Mother and I have a great plan for that.”

I looked over to Mother, who had her chest puffed up. “Oh yes, it will be such a spectacle. Estralia and Artorias will be blown away, I assure you.”

“Hmm? This is a first.” Asaka raised a brow. “I presume you will explain everything later on, Miss Mastermind? Then, what about me? Can I do something?”

“You’re awfully willing to help,” I commented, remembering how she acted out of character by wanting to help those onnikais. “In any case, I haven’t planned it out yet. But…”

I then pointed at Ilsaphone. “… She has. You have a specific reason for why you are here personally, right, Goddess Ilsaphone?”

“True.” Saori stared at the goddess with questioning eyes. “That [Watched by Ilsaphone] title and the attack from Fulsara. I want to know what exactly you want with us, Goddess Ilsaphone. You involved Hanazawa-san in this, too.”

Ilsaphone remained silent for a bit, playing with her ear as she thought the words through. She then looked at me, probably asking me to translate, so I nodded.

“Essentially, my dearest Mother, Edna, wishes to make Saori into her champion, unlike dearest Father. Mother believes we of the dark pantheon must involve ourselves in the current demonkin conflict with the holy pantheon. We sisters agree,” Ilsaphone revealed. “Fulsara… her intentions were twisted by the friendship she had with the demonkin she traveled with. The one you killed, Hestia.”

“…” I remained silent. I couldn’t care less about him. He killed Eshe and, for that, I hoped he burnt in hell.

“I must admit, I never intended Fulsara or any of my followers to meet you, Saori. The saints and champions of dearest Father and Mother probably spoke about it, after they detected your [Watched by Edna] title you got when you evolved. When Fulsara came here, she barely understood any of my words when I sent a System message. It was too late.”

She then went on to explain how her mortal bodies couldn’t be always used. After some problems in the past, gods would have a harder time descending down to the mortal realm due to Plesia putting up stricter rules. Since a god’s presence here could alter major events.

When I asked her about how her involvement was also changing things up in Estralia, she explained the reason she gave Plesia was to turn Saori and Asaka into a champion and saintess respectively. As a god, she was allowed to guide, but never interfere directly. She showed us the path, now we had to choose how to walk it.

“You may do whatever you want. You do not have to follow a god’s will,” she answered. “Just as I couldn’t come down to stop Fulsara, you do not have to continue following the shadow I left behind. You may even go down a different path of what I expect. It is your choice, as mortals. As such…”

She stretched her hand out and began tapping in the air with her fingers, until two System messages came to Saori and Asaka. Once they read through it, they shared it with Mother and me.

Divine Quest: Expunge the two demonkin associates in Gleisvale and explore the secrets of the demonic mana source

Quest Giver: Goddess of Death and Necromancy, Ilsaphone

Description: Saori, find the two demonkin associates in this city. How you deal with them will be left to your choice. Also, explore the dungeon created by the onnikais and the demonic mana and find its dungeon core. Destroy the dungeon, but the dungeon core will be left to your discretion.

Reward: +1 Level, Edna’s blessing, information on Belzac’s intention

Divine Quest: Rescue the onnikais left in Estralia and aid them in finding a place to settle down. Become their guide

Quest Giver: Goddess of Death and Necromancy, Ilsaphone

Description: Asaka, rescue and aid the onnikais in finding a place where they can live and prosper. Once you have, the reward will be dispensed

Reward: Ilsaphone’s blessing, empty vessel magic, unique skill

At first glance, it really seemed Saori was getting the shorter end of the stick, as Asaka would not only receive a god’s blessing, but also an empty vessel magic and unique skill from the deal. However, to Saori and me, a free level up was worth the deal.

She had two years left to reach level 45 and max out the necessary skills for her to evolve into an A rank, and since our experience gain was heavily nerfed, getting there was hard without always fighting against powerful beings. Even one more level was amazing.

Saori knew this, so she didn’t complain; however, there was something else both she and Asaka couldn’t accept.

““I don’t want to become your blessed.”” They said simultaneously.

“Hey,” I looked at them as if they were crazy. “You do know what I’ve received from all of my work for Aurena, right? Quite a lot of stuff. Are you two serious about declining it like this?”

“I don’t want to continue dealing with this. One promise is enough, and now they want me to not only free them but also find a safe haven? I’ll do it, but not again. The saintess crap is too much…” Asaka began to give her usual speech about her unwillingness to take responsibilities, albeit with a more reluctant side.

On the other hand, Saori just shook her head. “I will be honest, I still have some misgivings about Fulsara, Goddess Ilsaphone. If I have to deal with that all the time, I would rather become inconspicuous again. A goddess’s blessing sounds interesting, but I think I can achieve greater strength on my own.”

“If that is your wish, then so be it.” Ilsaphone stood up from her chair, about to leave the room. “However, I will leave the reward in the Quest. To become a champion or saintess, you will have to accept it willingly in the first place. Everything will work out in the end.”

“I heard the God of Darkness is also the God of Fate,” Mother suddenly brought up. “Did you inherit some of that fate power, Goddess?”

“Hiehie… I am no Goddess of Time, Melloxtressa. But… if I may give a tip. Saori, retrieve all four pelts of your shadow garms.” And with that, she left the room. I closed my eyes, also noticing she had left the subspace.

“Damn…” Asaka clicked her tongue before mumbling under her breath. “I should have asked her about Elrick…”

I should have asked her about this step-sister thing, too. I lamented, remembering how Vivachel, the elven woman I met at the pastry shop, mentioned that. But, for some reason, I held it back, thinking she wouldn’t have answered that anyways. Maybe I should ask Kramps or Aurena about it.

In any case, our plans were settled when I told everybody our plans in the evening. Now, it was about executing it and then cornering both Reajaen and the second demonkin contractor. Find the proof, denounce them, and then get things rolling.

But, for that, I shall leave it to the rest of Aurora. As for me, Mother and I still had a very important project for all of this, and until then, I had to focus on that~

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