Lansius
Inside the cabin, Audrey examined Lansius from head to toe as if searching for an insect or spider bite, which was more embarrassing than bothersome, while Tanya brought him water to drink.
“Gratitude,” he said, gulping down the cool water.
Then he turned to Audrey with an awkward smile, a little overwhelmed by the attention. "Can’t you at least let me put my clothes on first?"
“No need,” she said. “I’m calling the physician.”
“For real?” Lansius said, letting out a faint chuckle, knowing they had good reason to worry.
A moment later, Margo knocked and entered with the physician. Under Audrey and Tanya’s watchful gaze, Lansius underwent a thorough examination. The physician checked his eyes, his pulse, his nostrils, and his breathing. Yet despite every test they put him through, nothing seemed amiss, which only baffled them all the more.
“Aside from that one numb arm, I can’t find anything wrong. My Lord is as fit as a mule,” the physician declared, sounding more nervous than Lansius.
Lansius breathed a sigh of relief and refrained from making a mule sound, knowing it would probably backfire. Right now, Audrey and Tanya were both on the verge of tears.
No, not Audrey.
She looked more like she was on the verge of pinning him against the wall and demanding answers for sleeping so long.
Lansius cut off that line of thought at once. After days of sleep, something clearly felt wrong in his head.
“So, how long did I sleep? Three days?” he asked, still bare-chested, with only his necklace hanging from his neck.
“Seven nights,” Audrey replied bluntly.
Lansius turned to her, expecting at least the hint of a mischievous smile, but found only hard seriousness on both her face and Tanya’s.
His eyes widened. “No way... seven days?”
“Brother, you really had us worried.” Tanya’s eyes had turned moist.
Only then did Lansius grasp the weight of it. Even he felt a chill run through him. No normal man slept that long, and the thought struck him at once that something might be seriously wrong with his body. Seeing Tanya wipe at her tears, Lansius quickly stepped toward her to console her, but Audrey stopped him.
“Clothes first,” she said, already moving to help him dress.
Meanwhile, the physician packed his tools, and before leaving, he said, “My Lord, I’ll prepare some concoction for you to drink.”
“One of the remedies from the medical book?” Lansius asked.
“Of course. Only approved recipes,” he replied, then excused himself from the chamber.
Turning to the ladies, Lansius spoke. “So, now you see that I’m fine—”
“Not so fast, My Lord Shogun,” Audrey cut in. “Until we are truly sure, we'll decide what you can do and what you cannot.”
“I’m not as fragile as glass,” he remarked, but the two women refused to budge.
“But you are not going to confine me to this cabin, right?” he joked.
“Of course not. You may walk about, but under my watch,” Audrey said. She stepped closer and offered him her hand for support.
With that, Lansius stepped out of the cabin and found a crowd of worried men and women waiting for him.
“My Lord,” they greeted in unison. Some voices were heavy with emotion, some bright with relief, while others fell somewhere between, stirred simply by the sight of him awake.
He saw council members, crewmen, guards, and, at the back, Mother Arryn, smiling through tears. Meanwhile, baby Gilly paid no attention at all, busy with the small wooden toy in his hand.
Lansius drew a deep breath and addressed the crowd. “Honored ladies and gentlemen, my apologies for making you worry. I overslept.”
His understatement sent a ripple of murmurs through the crowd. Some exchanged looks, others still stared in disbelief, and a few managed tight, uneasy smiles.
“I’m fine,” he added. “I don’t feel anything wrong with me. Whatever that lich did to me, it’s gone now. I probably pissed it out already—”
This time, laughter broke properly. A few of the men barked it out without restraint, while others grinned widely. Among the women, giggles slipped through raised hands.
“Or maybe it came out in sweat. Best boil the sheets, just in case,” Lansius went on, drawing more chuckles.
Seeing him still able to jest like that did more than any reassurance could have done. Faces softened, shoulders eased, and the tension in the crowd finally began to give way.
Behind him, Audrey and Tanya still watched with concern, whispering to each other until Lansius glanced back at them. Audrey took a leather coat trimmed with fur from Margo and draped it over his shoulders.
“I’m going downstairs," Lansius said.
“I’ll come with you.” Audrey turned to Tanya. “Please have the cook prepare a warm meal for him.”
“Certainly," Tanya readily replied.
With Audrey beside him, Lansius descended below, where the rest of the crewmen and the pilot greeted him.
“I’m fine, I’m fine,” Lansius reassured them. “Good work getting us all the way here safely. Magnificent flying, smooth as silk. I closed my eyes in Campia Manor, and now I’m in Korelia.”
That drew grins from the crew and a few relieved laughs.
“My Lord, are you truly feeling well?” asked the Hunter from Dawn who had piloted the vessel.
“The physician said I’m fit as a mule. He couldn’t find anything wrong, and I hope there truly isn’t,” Lansius said truthfully, knowing how capable the man was.
The Hunter nodded twice but said nothing, leaving the rest of the crew free to throw their small questions at Lansius.
“Was it some kind of curse, My Lord?”
“A fine curse. Better than the strongest wine. I slept like a child,” he quipped, drawing chuckles from the men.
“Did you dream of anything?” another asked.
“I don’t remember any dream,” he began, then added, “Probably of juicy meat. How about we ask for some roast once we arrive in Korelia?”
That earned a brighter round of laughter, and more than one man perked up at the thought.
What Lansius was doing was not merely for comedy, but a calculated act. By making light of his condition, he was downplaying his illness and easing their fear and worry over his health.
After everyone had calmed, he climbed upstairs again and once more faced the council members.
Sir Michael, a former enemy, stood with the edge of his eyepatch damp, his one good eye glistening, and Lansius answered with a firm nod. More than most, the knight of White Lake understood the importance of the Grand Alliance. He had been one of the first to agree to it, together with Lord Jorge.
At his side, Lady Astrid looked at Lansius with quiet awe, as if he were some figure out of legend. Meanwhile, the red-haired Lady Ella showed both relief and a hint of curiosity as she curtsied.
Lansius addressed the young lady. “I hope I did not frighten you with my long sleep. A poor habit, my apologies.”
“Not at all, My Lord. I always pray for your health," Lady Ella replied.
“Gratitude alone is not enough for such kindness. I shall hold a banquet when we arrive, for Dawn and for this magnificent airship.”
Murmurs of agreement rose from the council members.
“My Lord, it is only fitting that you celebrate your victory first,” Lady Ella said with a composure rare for one so young.
“Then it is settled,” Lansius said. “We are going to have much to celebrate.”
...
The Airship Crew
The Lord’s recovery had put heart back into the crew. Now, they wanted to do their best to make the landing as smooth as possible.
The airship had a small forward observation room, reached by a narrow corridor, with a speaking tube linking it to the pilot. There, the three crewmen responsible for assisting the pilot with navigation were joined by Margo.
“Have we informed Korelia about this airship?” asked the senior crewman from Dawn.
“I believe we should have, but I doubt they know where to look for the signal since this is a new ship,” Margo replied, already holding his flags.
“They have Ekionia optics. They should be able to see us,” another crewman at the back said.
“Open the observation window,” the senior crewman ordered.
Other crewmen hurried to open the observation windows, which were set slightly below eye level and angled downward. They unlatched them and slid the panels back along their rails. A rush of fresh air swept in.
Margo stepped into the opening like a man onto a balcony. In his red doublet, his face as pretty as a lady’s, he began signaling. In daylight, they used flags to communicate, one black and the other checkered.
Beside him stood the senior crewman, holding a monocular to watch for any reaction from below.
Margo sent the initial signal. “BB8 N RTB.” Then he repeated it three times.
It was a code. BB8 meant Blue and Bronze Eight, the agreed signal that the Lord’s party was aboard. N meant Nominal, that all was well, and there was no emergency. RTB meant Return to Base.
“The western gatehouse has seen us,” the senior crewman reported, one eye still pressed to the eyepiece. “Wait, Korelia Castle has noticed us as well, and they’re sending signals back. Where should I focus?”
“The western gatehouse,” Margo said, readying his flags again while fixing the next message in his mind.
“Let me help,” another crewman said, raising his own monocular. “I’ll take the castle. You take the gatehouse.”
“Gratitude,” the senior crewman said, and the two messages were quickly written down.
After the report was delivered to Lady Audrey, the decision was made. The airship would land directly at the newly finished mooring beside the Eastern Gatehouse.
As the vessel passed near the city, the streets below began to stir. People left their work where they stood and drifted toward its shadow, only to break into a growing stream as more and more joined in. Heads turned upward. Arms pointed.
Cheers rose from the streets and spread from one district to the next until the whole city seemed to pulse with it. Korelia, the capital of the Shogunate, had come alive.
They knew their Lord had returned.
***
Lansius
The majestic leviathan of the sky turned and descended, its sheer length and bulk revealed more fully with every passing moment. Beneath the sunset, the Elven Sail stretched across most of its skin caught the fading light and cast back a silvery crimson sheen, turning the airship’s approach into a spectacle for every eye in Korelia.
After a steady descent, aided by careful maneuvering and a touch of wind magic from the Hunter pilot, the silver airship finally came down beside the nearly finished Eastern Gatehouse. The mooring structure there was, for now, the only facility outside Dawn capable of receiving and refitting an airship.
The ground crew rushed forward with ropes and chains, while the crew and guards disembarked from the airship to help secure the vessel. Many clasped hands as they met, then set to work keeping the great craft from shifting in the wind.
For them, it had been a triumphant return from Midlandia.
Several among the ground crew were men of Dawn, and they still could hardly believe that Lord Avery had managed to complete the old beauty and make her fly. For those men, the landing carried a sweetness of its own.
Once the vessel was secure and the guardsmen had formed a solid perimeter to hold back the advancing crowd, Margo was the first to step out of the airship. Four guards followed, and then came Lansius and Audrey.
Their arrival brought the Korelian men-at-arms to attention. Audrey gave them a wave, and a few of the younger men flushed at the sight of her.
Lansius realized then that she carried a regal air about her. The men respected him, but the Korelians adored her.
As they moved on under tight escort, Lansius glanced back and saw the other members of the Shogunate disembarking, along with Mother Arryn, Tanya, and Gilly, who was clutching a pear-like fruit to keep him content.
Lansius then looked back at the silver airship. Its size, comfort, range, and speed made it not only desirable but highly practical as a moving command center. He could transport his entire staff with ease, and perhaps even use it as a mobile field station should the need arise.
“My Lord, My Lady,” a lieutenant greeted, stepping forward with his men. “We received your message and have sent for the horses from the Eastern Mansion.”
Hearing that, Lansius asked Audrey, “Are we waiting for a carriage?”
“Not for us,” Audrey said. “I want to ride before the guards decide not to allow it.”
The four guards could only grin with a trace of pride. One of them muttered, “Sadly, the previous assassination attempt is to blame.”
“But today is fine,” Audrey said eagerly.
“Yes. It is unlikely anyone could prepare an ambush when we arrived unannounced,” the guard captain replied.
As they waited, Lansius looked toward the nearly finished Western Gatehouse, where they were to stay. Its walls had nearly reached their intended height. Workers and guildsmen still on the site waved and cheered at the sight of him.
Lansius gladly waved back, which seemed to delight them further.
More than just a gatehouse, this one had a Great Keep to house his family, his guests, and his men. It was a better defensive structure, stronger, larger, better equipped, and more comfortable than the old Korelia Castle. More importantly, it was built to withstand a long siege. Unlike the old castle, it had vast cisterns for water and the latest dry vaults for storing provisions.
Lansius saw that the crowd had grown larger. They called out and cheered as they waited just beyond the perimeter held by his guards and dragoons.
Despite everything, Lansius was still uncomfortable with large crowds. He tended to avoid the spotlight whenever he could. Even holding court often left him feeling drained, as though he were being made to perform. Yet this time, he could not resist the pull before him.
He recognized what it was.
A hero’s welcome.
Lansius found himself walking toward them. Audrey and the guards followed without question.
The crowd cheered harder until the whole scene swelled into jubilation. Many lifted their sons and daughters so they could see him.
The men-at-arms had linked arms to form a living barrier. Officers shouted for the crowd to hold back, fearful that the crush might turn into a stampede.
“To think they like me..." Lansius muttered, glancing at Audrey.
“I’m not surprised,” Audrey replied warmly.
“My Lord, My Lady,” the crowd cried, the chant rolling on like an unending wave.
Lansius swallowed. More than a thousand pairs of eyes watched and cheered his return. He had never seen such euphoria and all of it directed at him. Not even victory on the battlefield had prepared him for this.
At last, the horses came riding up along the foot of the wall, with a line of carriages following behind.
Despite her earlier worries, Audrey said, “Now you look well enough. Take me on a ride like your Centurian Bride.”
He furrowed his brow, amused. “But you are one.”
“Not that anyone knows my true origin,” she replied amid the roar of the crowd. “Besides, I have no wish to be known as one.”
The term Centurian Bride had taken on a bad connotation in the eastern part of the Imperium, where it was often used to mean a concubine.
The guards brought forward their horses, which Margo and the others had already checked.
“But why say you wanted to be carried like one?” Lansius asked.
“Well, it is no secret that most noble marriages are made for politics,” Audrey explained. “And many men came to love their Centurian wives more.”
Lansius snorted as Margo led the horses toward him. The palfrey, for its part, seemed more than happy to see Audrey.
After checking the straps, Lansius stepped into the stirrup and mounted. With himself settled firmly in the saddle, he leaned down to the side. Aided by his ever-smoother control of the gemstone of strength, he lifted the surprised Audrey into his arms as though she weighed nothing.
Everyone who saw it, even from afar, broke into louder cheers.
“Hey, not like this,” she protested, though there was a glint of happiness in both her face and voice.
“I am carrying my bride here.”
Audrey gave his chest a playful hit in protest.
Smiling, Lansius guided the palfrey forward, drawing a roar of approval from the Korelians.
“Escort, forward!” the guard captain shouted as he and his men moved into place around them.
With considerable effort, the men-at-arms forced open a path for them. Eleven dragoons rode ahead, followed by Margo and the guards, with Lansius and Audrey sharing a horse behind them. Farther back, Tanya, Mother Arryn, and the other members of the Shogunate were boarding their carriages.
As they rode deeper into the city, the welcome only swelled. The farther they went, the more people saw them, and the louder the city seemed to grow.
It was a sea of people, men with wives and children at their side, all gathered to see him. The crowd seemed endless, as if all of Korelia had poured into the streets. Even those who stayed back from the road raised mugs of ale from porches, balconies, and open windows to cheer them on.
As the dragoons approached, the crowd parted, opening a passage for them to ride through.
The welcome was so overwhelming that even his guards wore smiles despite the sweat on their brows. Still, they remained tense as they struggled to keep order. Again and again, they had to shout and bellow commands to keep a proper cordon around him.
Men-at-arms hurried wherever they were needed, reinforcing the screen around their Lord.
Still, nothing deterred the people, not even the waning sun. With eager smiles in the late-day light, they kept cheering as if their fervor had no end.
For Lansius, their smiling faces and cheers felt like approval of his rule. Their joy was both empowering and endearing.
Without realizing it, he held Audrey a little tighter. She glanced at him, and Lansius could only grin back.
The euphoria was almost suffocating, yet at the same time liberating.
Lansius continued to ride with only a light escort, not from greed for approval, but because he wanted his people to see him with their own eyes. He wanted them to know he was still flesh and blood. But it was to little avail. In their eyes, he had already become something larger than life.
“Where to, My Lord?” the guard captain asked as they neared a crossroads.
“The white marble monument,” Lansius said, thinking of the guards who had laid down their lives against the assassins, as well as the men lost in battle. “The fallen should hear it first. We returned victorious.”
The guards met that with a solid nod of approval. Audrey, too, agreed at once.
For the Blue and Bronze, honoring the fallen was everything.
...
Their arrival in the grand airship, their visit to the monument of the fallen, and their return to Korelia Castle had become the talk of the city. At the old castle, Lansius and Audrey were greeted by Calub and Cecile, along with the rest of the castle staff. It was a warm and joyous return.
Lansius toured the Great Hall, which had been renovated as planned so it could function properly while offering greater comfort to those who lived and served within it. The coming winter would be a good test of whether the money he had spent had been worth it, though he had little doubt. When he first took the old castle several years ago, it had been close to neglect.
The castle felt like home. The narrow corridors, the worn-down steps, and even the ceilings were familiar to him.
At sundown, Lansius, for the first time in many months, presided over a feast in the Great Hall, though not for long. He ate only the customary meal before excusing himself, as he still had to receive the Shogunate members at the Grand Keep.
Before long, Lansius and Audrey were escorted to an unmarked carriage and hurried toward the Grand Keep, which would serve as their main residence.
Inside the carriage, with only Margo attending them, Audrey watched him with lingering concern.
“Are you feeling well?” she asked as soon as the carriage door was shut.
Lansius took a moment to feel himself over and said, “I’m fine.”
“Are you really sure?”
“Yes, Drey. I feel perfectly well. No cough. No sore throat. Just a little soreness, probably from sleeping too long,” he said lightly, secretly pleased by her concern.
Audrey turned to Margo. “A cup of water for the Lord, please.”
“Certainly.” As squire and cup-bearer, Margo quickly took a silver goblet from his bag and poured water from a waterskin.
“Gratitude.” Lansius took the goblet and drank it down.
Afterward, he remarked, “My throat feels much better now. I remember even speaking was hard when I talked with Sir Reginald.”
He rubbed the neck the lich had nearly broken. “Speaking of which,” he continued, “any news from Sir Reginald?”
“The no-taxation policy on farms has been planned for next year,” Audrey replied. “They still have time to prepare and calculate. But for now, they are keeping a tight lid on it.”
“That is wise. But sooner or later, the merchants will hear of it," he muttered lightly.
Audrey met his eyes. “And you are not worried?”
“Why should I be?” He chuckled. “The prospect of no farm tax would unsettle the merchants and discourage them from hoarding grain, knowing it would only grow cheaper next year. If anything, it would help keep grain prices stable.”
Audrey and Margo slowly nodded.
She muttered, “So even if we do not enact the policy...”
“The people will still benefit, and our agents may uncover a new source of leaks. Spies within our own ranks,” Lansius finished for her.
Audrey drew a deep breath as she watched Korelia through the carriage window while it rolled on. After a moment, she asked, “Do you wish to keep your condition a secret from the staff in Korelia?”
“Only from the lower ranks. The higher ones, like Calub and Cecile, need to know,” Lansius said.
Audrey nodded. She had long wanted to consult Calub on the matter. “Are you all right with me asking Valerie to come?”
“Valerie?” he asked, his tone filled with surprise.
“Yes. When you kept sleeping, I sent word to her. She said she would come to Korelia once Sir Stan had recovered.”
“It is a long way from here,” Lansius began, his eyes drifting for a moment. “But to tell you the truth, I would rather have her here. Midlandia still feels unsafe...”
No one challenged that. Compared with any town or city in Midlandia, Korelia was far safer and certainly free of the threat of fell creatures.
Under the cover of darkness, the unmarked carriages, accompanied by guards in plain dress, moved from the western part of the city to the eastern.
Before long, they arrived safely and began their first formal feast at the Great Keep.
...
Great Keep, Main Chamber
Although many parts of the Great Keep were still under construction, especially the connected walls, battlements, and towers, the main chambers and adjoining living quarters had already been fully completed. After the formal dinner ended, Lansius saw the rooms properly for the first time and was gladdened to find them airy rather than cramped. Polished wooden floors lay beneath his feet, their fitted boards set in a pleasing pattern.
Satisfied that the guest chambers would serve well for the Shogunate members, whose own houses in Korelia were still unfinished, Lansius and his entourage made their way toward the first floor. But first, they stopped by the room where Mother Arryn and Tanya would be staying.
There, they found Mother Arryn watching over Gilly, who was playing with the maids. The women greeted Lansius and Audrey at once, but the pair gently waved them down.
“Keep playing,” Audrey whispered, knowing that one look from Gilly would send him reaching for his mother or for Arryn again.
“It seems the maids are thoroughly enchanted by Gilly,” Lansius commented as they stepped back outside.
“He can be sweet one moment and mischievous the next,” Audrey said, a hint of pride in her voice.
The old steward, now transferred to the Great Keep, led them into the master chamber. “My Lord, My Lady, welcome to your chamber.”
The plastered walls were a soft white, touched only with slight decoration in the form of vines and floral patterns. It was clear the windows had been left open for months, letting in sun and air until the smell of paint, plaster, and lacquer had mostly faded.
The furniture was newly made, sturdy, and finely crafted, without slipping into gaudiness. The bed was the latest springbed design, with tall posts and a full canopy frame hung with curtains to keep out insects and hold in warmth through winter.
A chandelier, powered by a gemstone of light bought from Midlandia’s luxury market, filled the chamber with such a bright and even glow that it almost seemed as though the sun were still shining.
To turn it on or off, one only had to touch a bronze panel set into the wall or placed near the bedside. It was connected to the chandelier and the gemstone. When Lansius first learned of the design, he had grown even more convinced that gemstones or dwarven artifacts might rely on some form of electromagnetism to function. Even someone without magic like him could operate the light and dim it as he wished, much like the smaller gemstone of light he used to carry, or the one installed on his work desk in Canardia.
After a short tour, the entourage finally withdrew from the chamber.
“Can’t believe they finished this so quickly,” Audrey said, taking in the chamber with awe.
“We have the manpower, and they are not corvée labor, so they are willing. Also, for a place like this, most of the work was done by guildsmen from Midlandia, and they were eager to earn our good favor.”
Audrey nodded and began checking every corner, including suspicious places like beneath the drawers and behind them.
“Didn’t Carla and her team already check?”
“Yes, and the guards as well, but it does no harm to look again,” Audrey replied as she checked the bed cot prepared for Gilly.
Lansius changed into a more comfortable tunic for sleeping. As usual, they kept their weapons and armor within reach.
Audrey saw that the fireplace was still unlit but noted, “The room isn’t chilly.”
“This chamber doesn't located as high as the ones in Korelia Castle, so it should not be as windy or as cold.” Lansius washed his face in a copper basin and was about to clean his teeth when Audrey stopped him.
“Your medicine first,” she said, pointing to the small gold goblet on the table. Gold was used because they feared silver might react with the medicine.
Lansius stepped to the table and took up the goblet. He raised it to his nose, but the smell told him little of what sort of medicine it was.
“Carla made sure it was safe. She even had the castle physician assist.”
“I’m sure it’s fine.” He drank it down in one go and found it bitter, though honey had been mixed in. The taste reminded him of red ginseng.
He tried to remember where he had first tasted something like it, or from whom he might have gotten it, but his mind gave him nothing.
Pushing the thought aside, Lansius reached for water and drank to wash the bitterness from his mouth.
Quietly, Audrey slipped her arms around him from behind. “Don’t fall asleep yet,” she whispered.
“What, you mean to keep me awake tonight?” Lansius tossed out a playful quip.
“If that would keep you from sleeping like before, I would.”
Lansius chuckled, then asked, “So should I sleep tonight or not?”
“You had plenty of sleep on the airship.”
“I know. But what did the physician say?”
“He wasn’t sure, but he said rest and avoiding overwork were important.”
Lansius nodded. Deep down, he was still shaken. It was the kind of dread no man could master. What defense was there when simply closing his eyes might drag him back into that deathlike stillness? Even a powerful Lord had nothing against it. And he knew his family and retinue had borne that same fear.
Was this the limit of his passage into this world?
With him first appearing in the woods for no clear reason, he had come to believe it was the result of an incomplete summoning, or perhaps some freak accident.
Unlike Valerie’s, his arrival was likely botched.
Drawing in a long breath to push the thought of death aside, Lansius said, “Right. If there is fear, then I had better answer it.”
Hearing the resolve in his voice, Audrey asked at once. “What’s on your mind?”
“Get Margo, Calub, Sir Michael, and the scribes. Bring parchment. Bring ink. I’ll put things in order tonight.”
She stepped back, giving him room to turn and face her. “What things?”
“Everything,” he said. “If I don't wake again, you will have my plans, my contingencies, and as many ideas I have not yet set in motion. You will have enough to carry Korelia and the Shogunate forward for ten, perhaps twenty years.”
“Is that even possible?” Audrey muttered in disbelief, though her feet were already carrying her toward the door.
Lansius reached for his doublet again.
If this proved to be his last night, he would leave Korelia and the Shogunate armed with everything he had.
***
PS: It’s a big chapter, a good 5k. I hope you’re not tired from reading it.😅
On a different note, good news. Book 1 is no longer locked in Kindle Unlimited. Many thanks to the publisher for making that possible. The Book 1 chapters are now back on Royal Road, and I could not help myself and ended up editing parts of them.
I will also be putting Book 1 back on Patreon when I can, so please do not panic if I suddenly start dropping Book 1 chapters here. I will likely split it into halves.🤗
I hope I can turn the notifications off for that, but Patreon is still far too basic with its settings.
Now, back to the chapter. Hmm, Lansius’s situation is quite scary. He cannot even sleep peacefully.😱
Incomplete summoning? A botched isekai? Broken portals?🤔
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