Im yours, you are mine

We have created a Divine Fruit Serum; literally squeezing this serum requires a meticulous process, not haphazardly.

The process is as detailed as creating a virus, by stimulating the essence of a fruit, we managed to create it. The difference is that this serum provides temporary life force and essence for the body to adapt. Consider the incubation process to stabilize the life force.

After concocting this, we carried out mass production sufficient for the third evolution. We proceeded to build a Mobile ship.

Easily, we built a wooden ship, but the difference was that we had to melt Valtonium.

Melting energy is very dangerous; we even wore four layers of protective suits and had to make an emergency stop to conduct this experiment outside the Mothership.

"Clear."

"All Clear." We activated the melting engine and ran to a safe distance. As the machine melted, like the Demon Core, sparks of energy appeared so bright and exploded enormously. The explosion created a thick black splatter, like asphalt.

"The radiation level has reached 40 percent."

"Uh huh." We observed the thickening splatter, akin to glue, and the radiation machine indicated a 1 percent decrease in radiation.

We approached this splatter, and just like slime, it was thick, sticky, but had energy similar to Valtonium.

"All right, that's enough." We took a sample of this slime, covering it in a prepared container; I dispelled our experiment with my Amulet.

We returned to the Garage, where we saw the wooden ship I had designed, a Galleon and Sloop.

I made this slime like paint and natural dye; the manufacturing process was similar to regular paint and dye.

"All right, that's enough." We began painting the ship and installing sails.

The ship was ready, and we conducted our trial outside the Sargon wasteland. I lifted the ship with one hand and placed it below me. I tried it; with a lever, I pushed, and the ship moved with a simple mechanism.

The sails were the wheels for this ship to move, and the paint acted as a special magnet, like a superconductor. The ship literally sailed on the sand, at a speed equal to a sports car, this was the Sloop. As I freestyled in this sandy desert, I returned by leaping back onto the deck of the Mothership.

The Sloop rubbed against the deck, but there was no friction sound, just smooth, like cloth gliding on a surface.

"Sloop is done, the fastest trading ship. I've checked; this ship can sail on water and land."

"Hooray!" Everyone successfully created a new Magic Vehicle. This ship is being produced even more.

On the other hand, the Galleon is very robust; even a full blast cannon cannot make this ship fall or collapse now. The Sindria ship is ready; when we arrive in Sindria, we stay there for 2 days.

I see the festival again here because this harvest is very abundant, and the Sindria community never runs out of food or natural resources.

I'm in my comfortable palace, sitting, enjoying the moonlight while sipping the alcohol I brewed myself.

"How long will you stay there?" They appear and sit with me in this room, a room to relax with a cool breeze rushing at us. The refreshing night breeze is very comfortable here.

"Doctor."

"Don't think too much about it. Let it go, forget what I talked about yesterday; consider it a lie I made to scare you, no need to think too long."

"All right, doctor." I take a sip and then glance at them; they are still thinking about it. I shake my head and look at them with a small laugh.

"Do you want to know what it feels like to get you as game characters?" They look at me with curiosity.

"Listen." I tell them about the cruel system that humanity has created, Gacha. A luck-based probability to obtain specific fictional individuals, I tell them how much they are worth if we count it as currency and joke about it to lighten the mood. Some of them were cheaper compared to someone in Rhodes Island; we laugh about it and spend our night telling things and making silly jokes until midnight. I'm still in my position, staring at the stars.

I hear someone's bell, and I smile.

"Why hide? Come out." Kal'tsit appears and approaches me sitting here.

"Valtor."

"What's up?" Kal'tsit sits and looks at the same stars as me.

"I've heard everything from Koshelna... I honestly envy Koshelna." Kal'tsit looks at me with tears.

"Just what am I to you, answer me honestly, no funny tricks, no voodoo or god scheme, just tell me. I ask you as a human being, who am I to you?" I stand up and approach Kal'tsit.

"A partner." Kal'tsit is startled and looks at me seriously.

"In what sense?" I conduct a screening; there is a listener. I pull Kal'tsit into a very special room that I use to restrain someone, like a dungeon, which requires various keys that only I know. We go down a spiral staircase and reach a gate; I open it, and we see a normal room with a normal bed.

I pull Kal'tsit inside, locking the room and activating a mechanism that makes the room emit a thud sound. I open the God Card, creating avatars of both of us out there, then I activate it, pulling out my save data and sealing any form of connection from outside. I remove all the accessories I have and place them on the table.

Kal'tsit doesn't know what's on my mind; I look at her and strip everything, her V-unit, and even Mont3r from her body, then place them on the table. Now, this is our moment; I don't want any disturbances to ruin our moment.

"This is a singularity room. God and Satan taught me how to create a dimension that exists outside creation, that only I have the authority to oversee. Even beings of God and Satan class are unable to see what I do in here because this is my own Omnipotent room. And you know what I'm gonna do, Kal'tsit?" I approach Kal'tsit and pat her cheek with both of my hands.

"I created this, this place is only for the two of us. You and me. Do you know how hurt I felt when you severed our partnership? I thought we were special, and you understand something important, something that even thousands of women who want to take advantage of me can't understand. You, Kal'tsit, you were the first, a fictional character who stole my heart, as the first woman who took my virginity, the first to accompany me. You were the first in everything, the first one to fill the spot in my heart. And you are still there, always be there, no matter what. Your wailing, your crying, your rant, and your annoying attitude will always be the first one I will respond to. And when I become a god or even an almighty god, look around you, is there anyone else here besides me? No, you are always the first. Whatever is new from me, you will always be the first to experience it. And this time, I want you to feel it for the first time, when the god version of me embraces you. You don't know how long I've held onto this, even against the temptations of Amaterasu and Mifuyu, who should rightfully have it, but I outright refused them because I kept this for you. You are my first woman, and I will give all my firsts to you, even if Rhea denies and doesn't acknowledge it, don't listen. She's just a jealous mother worried about me being independent. Now, we don't need to think about anything. Just think about me, and I'll only think about you. Just take me, consume me, and make me yours, then I will embrace you, love you, and make you mine." Kal'tsit listens in surprise, then looks at me with a smile and gently holds my hand.

"Yes, Valtor, no drama, no schemes, no pretense, just us being us, with no secrets between us." We kiss passionately, our tongues wrestling with each other until we both undress, kissing fervently and exchanging saliva. When we are both naked, we stop kissing and gaze at each other.

"I thought the poison's effect would be influential for sensitivity."

I lied to Closure and Warfarin; the trick was their tongues back then. I stimulated the nerves of their tongues to make them react like that. Was it real blood? No, it was fake blood that I made from pure honey that I processed," Kal'tsit laughed softly and glanced at the size of my penis. Kal'tsit widened her eyes at its size, even bigger than the length of her own face, a rod that resembled a bulging pillar.

"Did."

"Monster cock."

".... pfft," Kal'tsit measured it in inches, estimating it to be 18 cm.

"Too big, too mighty."

"I can resize it."

"No, no, no, I'll take it all."

"You sure?"

"Trust me, is this a normal size?"

"Yes."

"Interesting." Kal'tsit without hesitation sucked it, practically devouring it despite coughing. She didn't seem to mind the pain or the gag reflex, just gulping it down. I could feel her throat squeezing my cock head. She pulled it out and licked it like ice cream. Kal'tsit stroked it and continued to lick the shaft. I couldn't hold it.

I carried her to the bed, and without further ado, we started the mating process.

I began to make love to Kal'tsit gently at first, as she looked into my eyes with great interest. I wanted her, acknowledged her, and wanted to connect with her intimately.

As Kal'tsit started to accept me, I gave her every bit of love through the friction of my penis inside her vagina. Her vagina continued to suck and tightly squeeze my penis, even her uterus opened wide to fully accommodate me.

Kal'tsit moaned erotically, and every moan was filled with pleasure. As I earnestly moved my hips, I wanted to continue embracing Kal'tsit. Kal'tsit looked at me while moaning, her teary eyes and deep affectionate gaze staring into my soul. I couldn't get enough of it.

I played with her breasts and buttocks while indulging in our passionate kisses. Kal'tsit reflexively locked her legs around my hips and wrapped her hands around my neck. Feeling the warmth of my body, she wanted me to hold her tighter and closer.

My hands embraced Kal'tsit, and our chests pressed against each other, her breasts rubbing against my chest, creating stimulation for both of us.

I caressed Kal'tsit's back to trace the location of her womb. I could feel the warmth of her womb and vagina with the touch of my fingers. Kal'tsit responded by eagerly sucking saliva from my mouth, her tongue becoming more intense, exciting me.

As I made gentle movements with certain techniques, Kal'tsit's sensitivity increased. I could feel her skin vibrating up to her sensory nerves. The effect on her motor nerves rapidly increased, making our intimate connection more intense than usual.

The stimulation I provided overloaded Kal'tsit's sensory experience. She moaned loudly, sticking out her tongue, her body drowning in pleasure. Her mind went blank, her hips moving on their own with a more ferocious tempo, the effect of happiness and joy overload her brain received.

In this lovemaking, when she attempts to remove my penis from her vagina, there's a surge of energy in her body that increases serotonin stress levels at a nerve point in her brain. On the contrary, when she moves to insert my penis into her vagina, the sensation and stimulus elevate serotonin levels in her head, resulting in an extraordinary pleasure experience for her. It's a rewarding and punishing sensation that she didn't know could be achieved through our intimacy.

Kal'tsit wrapped her arms around me, looking into my eyes with an affectionate and loving gaze.

"Give me, give me your seed. Fill me up, Valtor. Knock me up." I embraced Kal'tsit tighter, sitting her on my lap. I gripped her buttocks and set the tempo, withdrawing my penis and lifting Kal'tsit before impaling her suddenly. It felt like an electric shock ran through Kal'tsit's body, providing a unique stimulation that heightened her sensitivity beyond the usual. The payoff was that her motor nerves and muscle ability experienced excessive tension, leading to orgasm. When I withdrew, her muscles relaxed, and upon penetration, her muscles reacted with harmless cramps, causing her to lose strength.

In Kal'tsit's mind, there was only me. Every stimulation left her unsure how to respond. Moaning erotically didn't alleviate anything; it only heightened her arousal. Resistance proved futile; her body had been consumed by me, beginning to accept me more, and it became uncontrollable.

I penetrated deeper and ejaculated into Kal'tsit's womb. Like a burst of warmth in her stomach, the stimulating warmth of my sperm spread throughout her body, making her more sensitive. Every essence of life I gave neutralized her sensations.

Kal'tsit moaned loudly in response. Her brain experienced a shock wave, her head filled with the life essence I released into her womb, causing excessive stimulation in lust, sensitivity, and ecstasy.

Kal'tsit's vagina reflexively tightened, her vaginal muscles squeezing and sucking my sperm even though it had already overflowed, creating a warm sensation that both of us could feel.

Afterward, we looked at each other, then engaged in passionate tongue play. We paused and locked eyes.

"Another round?" Kal'tsit looked at me lustfully, flushed cheeks and affectionate eyes answering that question.

"I'm yours, you are mine." We continued our intimate encounter, exploring various positions and styles—on the bed, on the table, against the wall as a pedestal, standing. We experimented with everything to satisfy our damaged and depraved sexual desires.

Every surface was wet, covered either with slime from Kal'tsit's pussy or my sperm. We committed to a level of depravity we couldn't stop, casting aside rationality and mating like animals.

As my fingers skillfully maneuvered around Kal'tsit's highly sensitive pussy, she squirted, resembling a light faucet spraying water onto the floor. While Kal'tsit sucked my cock, playing with her tongue expertly, I drove my cock deeper and released my sperm. Kal'tsit swallowed it happily, without any dripping or gagging. She pulled my cock out of her mouth, kissed the head, then showed me her clean mouth—my sperm had all been swallowed.

"The most delicious food surpasses your cooking," Kal'tsit remarked as she noticed my still-tense cock.

"Still standing, huh? How about we try for—" She continued rubbing my cock, and I teased her pussy, which happened to be expelling my sperm.

"Child ?"

"No."

"The reason?" Kal'tsit's finger play was seductive, and I responded by playing with her clit in a similar manner.

"I don't want to have a child with you. Your love will be divided between me and our child. I want only your love for me, only me. I don't want to share that with our child." Kal'tsit looked at me with surprise, then smiled sweetly and shook my cock vigorously.

"I see. Why do you still want to be with other women you meet?"

"It's a male instinct to desire multiple females. Consider it a male fantasy. But I have prior females. Guess who gets the first priority?" Kal'tsit blushed upon hearing that and looked at me with a seductive gaze.

"Your devil tongue successfully seduced me, Valtor. Seduce me more, make me fall for you once again, make me only think about you."

"The only thing that bewitches me is how compatible we are."

"I've already consumed you, and you've consumed me back. I've lost count of how many times we've indulged ourselves in this lovemaking session. Eventually, our bodies have become compatible with each other. My body can adapt to everything you throw at it, and I genuinely love you, Valtor. I wish we could stay here forever, just the two of us in this little room."

"Then we'll keep fucking like there's no tomorrow."

"That is the second priority. The first priority is being with you."

"Kal'tsit."

"Yes, Valtor." I patted her spine and retrieved something from inside her, showing it to her.

"This is the programming from the previous civilization. I removed it from you. From now on, once you've fulfilled your duty enough, we can say goodbye to this world and peacefully pass away." Kal'tsit examined her construct, appearing like a ball filled with computer programming. She crushed it with her hand and then hugged me tighter.

"Please, Valtor, fulfill this selfish request of mine, just this once. I won't ask for more."

"What is it?"

"Thank you. I can free myself from my duty to oversee this world. I want you to create a simulation world for us. A simulation where I was created by you to only accompany you in this Arknight World you call. We'll restart, but with you as the First Civilization Leader. I want my 10,000 years of life to be meaningful with you by my side. I know this is a game world to you, but consider there is a Beta test before the real design. I want this Beta test world to be my priceless memory with you. Alter anything, everything you want to input there. But please, I want you to create me. I want you to be with me from the beginning to the end of that beta world simulation. Can you grant that selfish wish of mine? I know you granted Freyja's selfish wish to be with you in a different form and fulfilled Koshelna's loyalty to you. But this is my greed. I want that greed of mine satisfied with this priceless memory that not even any luxury in this world or any world out there will equal to that." I considered it, thinking about creating a simulation world inputted into data, transferred into core memory so she could remember it whenever she wanted.

"Alright, but—" I flicked her choker's bell, releasing a beautiful sound.

"This stays. This will be our memento from that beta world." Kal'tsit nodded and then proceeded to make love for another 5000 years. I lost count after that. Kal'tsit's pussy is the best; I want to ravage her more. She's the only woman who makes me lose control—from a respectable and reasonable god to me, succumbing to lust as we fuck.

Beta world, simulasi dunia dimana kami meniru sejarah yang terjadi di Arknight berdasarkan Nun eye, setelah menjadi seorang respectable human being from this space-fare race.

I embarked on an expedition journey from that civilization as a leader, akin to General Zod, but with a more peaceful approach, avoiding an anarchic stance like his. Our destination was the Zobedie Nebula, where Story Arknight was located. We established a colony on Terra, a planet inhabited by the Teekaz, a unique race. Despite some of my people advocating for colonization due to the Teekaz treating us like gods, I immediately punished those individuals.

"In a world unknown to me, I am no longer a leader in this colony. I am a clueless being in an unknown galaxy. Colonizing them despite our technological superiority? TECHNOLOGY NEVER MAKES US SUPERIOR. WE ARE AN ADAPTABLE RACE, WE LEARN FROM OUR SPACE FARE, UNDERSTAND THEM, ADMIT THEM, AND ACKNOWLEDGE THEM. I NEVER ADMIT I'M A GOD. CEASE YOUR GOD COMPLEX OR I WILL MAKE YOU LEARN IT THE HARD WAY."

We assisted the Teekaz Civilization with our technology until tragedy struck, and I was killed. Humanity failed me, but I retained faith in the Teekaz while losing it in humanity.

This conspiracy served as a pretext for my colony to go to war. The humans I led betrayed me, blaming innocent Teekaz, leading to an inevitable war. The Teekaz, who knew me, hid my corpse, damaged the technology brought by my colony, rendering it dysfunctional. They also thwarted the dimensional gate, altering it to a dimension where Chaos beings swarmed the land without end.

The war between demons caused our civilization to perish. Now, the final device activated, a reverse side where many survivors would rebuild our civilization despite the ongoing demon threat. I walked from my tomb and saw a broken tube labeled "Ama-10."

Kal'tsit was gone, and I searched for her. Eventually, we reunited and faced thousands of trials and errors for 10,000 years without save data or divine power. We pressed on, repeating our journey, this time without the aid of save data or divine powers. When my civilization was destroyed and hadn't yet reached its first month, we were destined to meet. We brought all our knowledge to face the challenges of this world from scratch, like adventurers with no intention of becoming heroes or villains. We simply wanted to build memories together as partners, just the two of us.

Regardless of wherever, however, or whatever we became, we always did it together, changing identities as villains, heroes, leaders, and more. After 9000 years, we became known but didn't care. We entered the same civilization I had described, a modern one where we had reached new heights.

Problems like demons, Seaborn, and rogue gods were resolved. We retired in a small house in the Sami area. I sat down, and Kal'tsit provided drinks for both of us. We sat together, gazing at the scenery of this world for the last time, like a kindly old couple at the end of the road.

"Thank you," Kal'tsit looked at me softly. We kissed for a moment and then sat back on each other's laps.

"You're welcome."

"..... I wish this never ends, but eventually," we both look at our graves that are ready to be reserved by us.

"Everything will end." We hug each other until nightfall, sleeping together under the blanket. Kal'tsit looks into my eyes.

"I love you, Valtor."

"So do I, Kal'tsit." We kiss each other and then sleep side by side.

The next day, Kal'tsit passes away due to old age. I bury her in her reserved grave. After finishing the burial, I place myself inside my own grave and bury myself too.

When I wake up, we are in the same Singularity room where she sleeps beside me. She wakes up and looks at me, who has returned younger.

"That was a priceless memory. How long has it been?"

"10 months."

"What!"

"Yes, it's already October by now." Kal'tsit sits up, shifts her body, and looks at me.

"Is everyone aware that there was an Avatar?"

"Only Koshelna."

"..... How?"

"Secret." Kal'tsit looks at me gently and then embraces my hand.

"Let me guess, she reached evolution 3."

"Your woman intuition is great."

"It's predictable; she's easy to be bullied."

"Correct. Now let's get back to the world. I must fulfill my promise to Gustav."

"Gustav? Ah, the Witch King... for what?"

"His descendant, another babysitting."

"Payment." I take out Otto's payment. Kal'tsit sees it and looks at it in terror.

We returned to the true Arknight world, interacting normally. Coincidentally, we went to Leithanein, and they were not suspicious of us at all for the past 10 months. Perhaps it's because our Avatars gradually reconciled, though they had occasional disagreements, they had to reconcile.

Now, Kal'tsit and I get along very well, and Koshelna enjoys teasing Kal'tsit about her selfish wish. However, Kal'tsit responds to it with disdain. They always argue wherever they meet, but they have no malicious intent to harm each other—just a friendly feud. In terms of power scaling, Koshelna is superior in combat, while Kal'tsit excels in Art. The difference is clear.

I see them like a gryphon and Sith Cat fighting, unless the Succubus is here to steal me away after she's "tired" of dealing with Kazdel.

Those two don't care. What they care about most is beating the bigotry out of others by convincing their blood to leave their body. This is a fact that we, as Rhodes Island and the New Rhine Labs, don't want to deal with their fight entirely. An Anti-Originium woman can shut down your body for good, and the woman who can appear out of nowhere and thrash you down like pulp. Yeah, that pretty much sums it up.

After "correcting" Theresa by brutally dealing with her, why no scene? Just check Pixiv for many artistic interpretations. Anyway, we received an invitation to Czerny's concert, especially for me personally. I had to attend there immediately. Czerny initially invited me as a form of respect and introduction to the art of music. I felt quite flattered and went there dressed similarly to Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart's heroic spirit formal dress, but with a Cerberus-themed robe with its three heads. Aesthetic to the finest. I also used Mozart's hairstyle, as it logically suited my hair length.

As I stepped out of my room, I became a spectacle like no other. All attention was focused on me, as if I were a supreme being.

"So, have a nice walk," Kal'tsit and Koshelna stopped fighting and wiped their bloodied mouths.

"Hmmm."

"Doctor, I'm coming," Amiya ran towards me, and I nodded. Some Operators and NRL personnel who were "free" tagged along. A few who were "busy" were a bit jealous and hurried to finish their work. They didn't want small talk and wanted to finish quickly, not wasting anyone's time.

We went to Vyseheim using high-level teleportation. We arrived at Vyseheim square, surprising everyone there.

"What?"

"That!"

"The doctor is here." Like a swarm of ants, Vyseheim people circled us. Many literally passed out upon seeing my face, while some already had intense nosebleeds just from glimpsing my charm.

I felt quite uncomfortable, or more precisely, pity for them. I took the Dottore Mask from Genshin Impact to cover my face. But even with that mask on, my own R.I and NRL seemed to be charmed. Worse, I gave the Vyseheim people bliss, causing many of them to drop down with their hands on their chests, sporting the happiest expressions on their faces.

"THAT'S IT, doctor! Stop being so attractive! You're distracting everyone. Stop using any attachment to make your charm irresistible!" I saw everyone who followed me trying hard to resist the charm. I giggled, seeing them flustered or trying to pray not to be charmed. They were normal people, not mentally deranged.

"No... it's my ultimate weapon. Rather than causing anarchy that leads to extinction, I use the old way—seducing my way out to my benefit. Would you like me to seduce you, whether you're a man or woman? It doesn't matter; I can be a woman for you or be a man for you. All you have to do... was ask..." I concluded the sentence with a gentle whisper of teasing. Somehow, the majority of them had intense nosebleeds while their bodies dropped down, staring at the sky in emptiness. Some just decided, "fuck that, I'm going home," needing intensive therapy for my teasing. No man or woman can resist. It's in the description—the more I suppress, hide, or basically alter or change it, the more irresistible it becomes.

I laughed softly as I observed them. Due to this incident, I faced some problems, especially for the guards of Vyseheim. Lehnsfrau Gertrude was here, checking the commotion. When she saw me taking care of many "out-of-commission" people, Gertrude regarded me as a supreme being who descended from heaven to help helpless mortals. It was love at first sight, such an unrealistic way of wording it, just call it attraction. Anyway.

"Who are you, esteemed person?" I nodded to the paramedics helping me, stood up, and saw Gertrude and her bodyguard. I greeted them politely.

"Greetings, Lehnsfrau Vyseheim, Gertrude Strollo. I'm here to attend Czerny's concert, but I came too early because Czerny has something to deal with. The concert will be held tomorrow. I apologize for the commotion, which I humbly admit is my fault."

"Czerny's concert? Yes, indeed. The concert will be held tomorrow because Leithanein Twin Empresses will attend the concert personally." Hearing that, I felt like I struck gold. Three birds in one stone. I have Texas Mom, two Homunculi to play with. A foursome baby.

"I see. Thank you for the information. Perhaps, Lehnsfrau, can I ask you a question?" Gertrude watched me, thinking that I was a remnant. No, I was the second Witch King. I'm going to make a witch like you bewitched by me. You're my next target for totally smashing NPC.

"Go ahead, ask right away." I smiled hearing that. It's a yellow light, not a red light, until that green light becomes my way to make her howl like a whimpering bitch. Shit, after fucking Kal'tsit so much, my horny never stops. I should go to heaven after a 0 sanity moment.

"I'm currently seeking someone, Graf Franz von Urtica and Kreide von Urtica." Those two names instantly made her wary of me. Some Empress royalists heard that, and some remnants hidden here also heard that. Those two people are Gustav Von Urtica's descendant relatives.

"I see. I will aid you."

"No need. I found them already." Gertrude was surprised when I walked away. Kreide and Franz were there, witnessing the commotion in the hall. She almost panicked seeing them here, but she thought in the long run, if I was a remnant, especially a big one, her purpose would be fulfilled.

I approached them in a friendly manner. Kreide and Franz looked at me with concern.

"Another Royalist, Kreide, let's run."

"Stop!" Like a divine voice echoing through the land, their bodies stopped completely, like puppets held by a solid force. 

"Greeting, Graf and Kreide. I'm a messenger from Gustav Von Urtica. He sincerely apologizes for what this mongrel has done to your life. Please accept this paper and read it in your heart. No need to speak it loudly." I gave both of them the paper. Kreide hesitated to open it, but Graf was almost about to throw it away.

"Listen to me, kid. That paper is your freedom. No need to become someone's puppet in this cursed country anymore. You are free to go wherever and whenever you want, as long as you open the letter and read it in silence." Graf and Kreide looked at each other, then opened it.

[Your Excellency, Otto Dietmar Gustav von Urtica

I extend my esteemed greetings and convey my royal intentions to assume the role of adoptive guardian for Graf and Kreide. Having been captivated by the exceptional qualities and charm they possess, I am driven by the desire to provide a regal and nurturing environment for them to flourish and develop.

Having meticulously reviewed their profiles, I am deeply moved by the unique personalities and promise they exhibit. As a member of royalty who values the sanctity of family bonds, I am genuinely excited about the prospect of building a strong and affectionate connection with Graf and Kreide in my capacity as their adoptive guardian.

My royal residence has been meticulously prepared to meet the needs of children, and I am wholly committed to establishing a secure and loving space for Graf and Kreide to call their own. Recognizing the responsibilities and challenges inherent in guardianship, I am fully prepared to face them with the grace, patience, and unconditional love expected of someone in my esteemed position.

Enclosed with this letter, you will find the completed adoption guardianship paperwork and all necessary documents befitting the standards of royalty. I willingly submit to any additional screenings, interviews, or home visits required as part of the guardianship process. Open communication and absolute transparency are principles I hold dear, and I am prepared to collaborate with the agency in every possible way to ensure that Graf and Kreide's best interests are given the utmost priority.

Acknowledging the significance of the guardianship process, I am poised to provide the royal love, care, and support that Graf and Kreide deserve. If granted the honor of being selected as their adoptive guardian, I pledge to maintain a positive and open relationship with the birth family, recognizing the invaluable role they play in Graf and Kreide's lives.

I express my gratitude for considering my royal application for the adoption guardianship of Graf and Kreide. Eagerly anticipating the opportunity to extend my royal care to them in this distinctive capacity, I remain at your disposal for any additional information or further steps deemed necessary in this distinguished process.

Yours faithfully,

Valtor Ismael Signature

Gustav Von Urtica Signature]

That's right folk, surprise adoption.

"...you." I opened my mask and revealed my face.

"My name is Valtor Ismael, Former Left Hand of Gustav Von Urtica during his reign before. You probably know who I am by now. Gustav or your ancestor asked me to guard you from this nasty mongrel and their puppeteer mechanism. With solid proof of this adoption letter, as your new guardian, you are free from this country and cut ties with them forever under my protection. You can freely go to each region that I rule over, as royalty or as common folk. I give you the freedom to choose, not forced by political interest or mechanisms of self-interest. You have endured so much torment and pain in the past under those maniacs here. You are fully protected under my jurisdiction; you don't need to worry about them eyeing you anymore." Graf and Kreide became emotional. They reflexively hugged me, and I accepted them, subtly removing the Witch King experiment inside them. I took them from their backs and crushed it without them knowing.

"So, you two participating in the concert?"

"Yes, Father."

"Nu uh. I'm not your father, biologically speaking. I'm your guardian, realistically speaking, based on that legal paper. My only duty is to make sure you are self-sufficient. But first, show me your art skill."

"But our instruments." I flicked my finger, and every instrument known to mankind appeared floating in the sky.

"Instruments? Say no more. Magical instruments or Art Units, classical instruments, not art units, tribal instruments using everyday tools and natural resources, modern instruments crafted by the best artisans known to mankind, absurd instruments designed so incomprehensibly not artistically but releasing an unexplainable result, God instruments that only godlike beings can play. Once a note is played on that instrument, all the world shall be silent upon its maestro. Name it, and I will provide it for you. Try every instrument you like, make your own classical piece, express anything in this piece of an instrument. But remember one thing, carve it on your soul if necessary." I spread out my hand, my fingers moved in harmony.

"Make a great symphony out of tranquility from each harmony in this piece of melody." Then, a symphony created from many of these instruments, each creating a harmony that needed pacing. Pacing was important; each instrument took a turn which part to play and which part to stop playing, creating a beautiful in-and-out musical piece.

Each song represented imagination by giving out the sensation. In this case, it was an expression of said emotion. Playing many instruments for a specific song is like an emotional roller coaster, playing each instrument in harmony is like playing the strings of the audience's heart. How their ears receive the melody, the vibration of air stimulating the senses, the senses receiving that stimulation sparked into their brain, the brain scanning and expressing the spark of reaction in emotion. The emotion sent to the entire body to be felt. The feeling of the emotion makes your body enjoy it out of instinct.

Just think, I crafted a divine musical piece as John Sebastian Bach or Beethoven as a reference.

After finishing the foreplay, I closed my hand like a conductor ending their symphony. One by one, the instruments dimmed out their piece in a glorious curtain closed on the symphony, the music stopping in a great stop. I bowed down to give respect as a fellow musician and then smiled at them.

"See, majestic, isn't it? That is the true philosophy of Art that Gustav or the Witch King ultimately desires. I perfected it and attained the enlightenment of it while he fell from grace and turned into the one you know today. Unlucky, but he did not want the unluckiness to get to you. He sent me to you as your personal teacher and guardian to make sure his fate does not be shared with you. After the concert, be ready. You two will be personally taught by me, how to create a masterpiece. So, go back to your home and make sure you have a good sleep. Tomorrow is the day you will be showing your talent with Czerny. Return back, okay?"

"Yes, Teacher." Both of them were excited for tomorrow. After listening to my piece, their hearts were full of determination, and none of them stopped to give their best for tomorrow. I saw their emotional fluctuation, a sight to be enjoyed.

"Ah, youngsters these days." My robe got pulled by Amiya.

"Doctor, am I included too?" Hearing the name Doctor from Amiya's mouth, everything made sense with the Witch King remnant and Twin Empress royalist. The one madman who had a major influence in the world; everyone tried their best to gain my favor, but none of them succeeded. No shit because my avatar only cared about my region. The majority of them were excepted, not in my jurisdiction. I didn't care.

Gertrude saw a golden opportunity with my existence here; it was a clear stroke of luck bestowed upon her. She only needed to say the news that I attended the concert to draw many remnants and royalists at once. Twin Empresses were already good, but if more people, especially the Kurfürsten, attended too, it was a golden opportunity. She still had time; it could not be halted.

"Greetings, Lord Valtor. Sorry for my late introduction, Lehnsfrau Vyseheim, Gertrude Strollo." Gertrude gave proper respect, and so did I.

"A moment, please, Lehnsfrau. Amiya, you need to check the members who passed out. You don't want to get yelled at by Kal'tsit if they return unconscious, right?" Amiya remembered Kal'tsit's avatar yelling at her for being lazy sometimes and messing around on some occasions where she and some people lost consciousness because of stupid things. It was truth or dare section in the "Doctor Secret club," where apparently, it was a drunk event where someone who did not do a dare or spoil the truth, once shot each person. It was humiliation that she never wanted to discuss it. Not because of underage drinking; she was just curious about the "club" conversation but eventually got dragged into an unfortunate event. My avatar was busy dealing with the world, so I had zero time in the Mothership. Kal'tsit's avatar heard about that, and she yelled at all of them in public—literally yelled, throwing insults that were so humiliating you never wished to hear any more. Then she punished the adults who were irresponsible by, well, I don't want to know. It just was so shameful that I pitied them.

Amiya just ran to the nearby Rhodes Island branch to check the team. No, not again, as she thought. First is shame on you, second time is shame on me. The third time, I need to reconsider my insanity.

"So, what were you going to say, Lehnsfrau?"

"Yes, can I invite you to dinner in my house?" I smiled hearing

 that and gave her a nod of respect.

"Thank you for your offer; with pleasure, I will accept it." We walked to Gertrude's house; her victory was one step away. One step away. She had the biggest weapon—that is me. She nearly abandoned the Voice of Terra that her father proudly cherished.

Little did she know, she was right under my palm. She was not the wolf who lured clueless black hood and white hood to her den, but the hunter. A dangerous hunter in her den. She thought she could eat this hunter? No, the hunter is the one who eats.

As we arrived at her manor, I went in.

"Teacher?" I saw Franz in there; I forgot he was here.

"Oh boy, you're here." Alright, change of plan—no mating press for now.

"Did—"

"No worry. So, which musical piece do you want to play? I can give you pointers for it." Franz's spirit lifted, and he told me what piece he wanted to make. We would make this memorable for Franz.