CH.122 What I want to keep a secret
<span style="font-weight:400">When I pulled up to the Watchman manor gates, it didn’t take long before the gates opened. The guards didn’t even check the inside of Overdrive. Perhaps they should be more careful in the future.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You should probably educate your guards to at least check the people in a carriage before letting them in.” I told Christina.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Isn’t this fine? Only you have one of these golem carriages.” She said.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well at the moment. But someone might attempt to recreate it and use it to sneak into the manor grounds.” I told her.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I see. Then I’ll be sure to tell them to always check the inside of your carriage.” Christina said.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Thanks. I appreciate that you take safety at least somewhat seriously.”
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<span style="font-weight:400">As we got out of Overdrive, some of the staff was waiting for us. Not everyone was present like they were for Brandon, but most of them were still here.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Wee home, Madam.” They weed Christina home.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yes. I’m home.” She responded.
<span style="font-weight:400">I then heard some quick footsteps and Alice burst out from the front door.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Mom. You are back.” She came and hugged her mother. “Brian. You came back as well. It''s so good to see you again.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“We were only away for two days.” I responded.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Is that any way to respond to your fiancé?” Alice asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“We are not engaged.” Imented.
<span style="font-weight:400">“But we could be. Just give me the bracelet.” She said back.
<span style="font-weight:400">“... I’ll think about it.” I told her.
<span style="font-weight:400">I can never really figure out Alice. Does she actually love me? Or is this just her being sheltered and attaching herself to the first male of appropriate age? Or perhaps something to do with the card I installed into her?
<span style="font-weight:400">It might be all of those reasonsbined.
<span style="font-weight:400">I’m just afraid I won’t be able to truly respond to her feelings. I know she is cute and hard working, but I really don’t feel the same kind of love towards her as I did towards Laura before our breakup.
<span style="font-weight:400">Well, then again, going on a date with her was nice. ….
<span style="font-weight:400">Yeah. I’ll think about it.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Aren’t you going to tell me about everything you did in the dungeon?” Alice looked at me with anticipation.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well it’s not that special. Just general management things.” I told her.
<span style="font-weight:400">“And fighting an A-rank monster.” Christina added.
<span style="font-weight:400">“What?!” Alice yelled out. “You fought an A-rank monster?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh yeah. That happened. And Christina fought ava golem.” I recalled the two big fights we had.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ava golem? Aren’t they like super dangerous?” Alice asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Wellpared to the sword-horn bull Brian fought, ava golem isn’t that bad.” Christina said.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sword-horn bull? I don’t even know what that is.” Alice said.
<span style="font-weight:400">“It’s just a big quadrupedal monster with two massive horns.” I told her.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Howrge was it?” She asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Something like seven meters tall.” I told her.
<span style="font-weight:400">“... I’m not sure howrge that would be. I’ve never seen a beast thatrge, so it’s difficult to imagine.” She said.
<span style="font-weight:400">“It’s a little bit bigger than my Trojan Horse. Oh, you didn’t actually see it, so that doesn’t solve the problem.” I tried to make aparison to one of my monsters, but Alice wasn’t there when I summoned The Trojan Horse. “All you need to know is that it wasrge.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You’d better show me this horse at some point.” Alice demanded.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sure. I can do that. But not while we are in town.” I answered.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yes. Let’s head out right now.” Alice decided.
<span style="font-weight:400">“No you won’t.” Christina interrupted. “We just got back home. You’ll have time for thatter.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“... fine. Later it is then.” Alice agreed with not much backtalk.
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<span style="font-weight:400">I dropped my personal stuff in my room, well in the room I was staying in, and after rxing for a bit, I was called for dinner.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Brian.” Alice called to me as I entered the dining room. She was the first one there.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hey Alice.” I responded.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Before dinner, I want to tell you about something amazing that happened.” Alice said.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, did you learn a new spell or something?” I asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“No. Something better.” She said.
<span style="font-weight:400">Something better than a new spell? Could she have learned telekinesis already? Or perhaps she learned how to fly like Mana and Mahad.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Then, did you perhaps get a new skill?” I asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“No. It’s not that amazing.” She admitted.
<span style="font-weight:400">“... then I have no idea.” I admitted.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Father took me to the adventurer’s guild and I registered as an adventurer!” She told me in excitement.
<span style="font-weight:400">… her father did that? Brandon? What happened to you? Are you feeling alright? What about your prophecy obsession?
<span style="font-weight:400">“That’s great. But what are you nning on doing now that you are an adventurer?” I asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I want to make a party with you.” She responded.
<span style="font-weight:400">A party. I guess that would work. I did think about it myself, but I thought I would have to kidnap her first. Honestly, what is wrong with Brandon?
<span style="font-weight:400">“You know I’m nning on leaving the town soon. Are you sure you can be in a party with me?” I asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yes. Father gave me permission. I still need to ask Mother, but I’m sure she will agree.” Alice said.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Then we have to wait for her response.” I told Alice.
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<span style="font-weight:400">For dinner, we had some high quality meat. It wasn’t the usual boar, but something else. Wonder what it is?
<span style="font-weight:400">“Father, is this meat of that monster from yesterday?” Alice asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yes it is. I’m surprised you noticed.” Brandon responded.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Monster? Was there a monster attack yesterday?” Christina asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yes. A giant ferret showed up and was taken down.” Brandon said.
<span style="font-weight:400">Giant ferret, huh. So a fluff monster.
<span style="font-weight:400">(Giant ferrets aren’t soft. Their fur is hardened by magic, so I wouldn’t rmend fluffing one.) Laura warned me.
<span style="font-weight:400">(Oh, I see.)
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yes. And I was part of the group that fought against the ferret.” Alice announced.
<span style="font-weight:400">She fought against a monster? How did that happen?
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, you did? Are you alright? You have no injuries, right?” Christina got up and looked Alice up and down. She almost went under Alice’s shirt until Alice cried out and pointed at me.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Did you think I wouldn’t have her checked out by doctor Josh afterwards?” Brandon asked his wife.
<span style="font-weight:400">“... well I suppose you would, but I want to see for myself. Alice, we are taking a bath together after dinner.” Christina said.
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<span style="font-weight:400">After dinner, Alice and Christina left together, presumably to take their bath.
<span style="font-weight:400">I was about to head back to my room before Brandon called me.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Brian, I have something I would like to discuss. Could you spare me some time?” He asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sure. What is it?” I responded.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Not here. Let’s move to a more private space.” He said before leading the way.
<span style="font-weight:400">I followed him.
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<span style="font-weight:400">He led me to a room I haven’t been in previously. It looked like a mix between a library and a study. Well then again, a study often has some books in it, so I guess this is just a study.
<span style="font-weight:400">I looked at some of the books on the shelves and they seem to be financial records, tax reports and other such documents.
<span style="font-weight:400">At the end of the room, there was arge wooden desk. So that is where Brandon works.
<span style="font-weight:400">… actually, isn’t this just a scaled up version of the guild master’s room?
<span style="font-weight:400">Well, I guess both of them do simr management jobs, so having a simr office does make some level of sense.
<span style="font-weight:400">Brandon took a seat on the chair behind the desk, before he said: “Take a seat,” as he pointed at one of the chairs in front of the desk.
<span style="font-weight:400">I did as instructed and took a seat.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Firstly, I would like to confirm some details about the dungeon. Is that fine?” He asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sure, that’s fine. But didn’t you hear everything from Christina already?” I asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yes, but as I said, I want to confirm. And make sure everything is correct in your opinion. You are the founder after all.” He said.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, ask away.” I gave permission.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I will give you onest warning. All of the information in this report will go to the higher-ups, including the king. If there is something you really want to keep a secret, this is thest chance to keep it from spreading.” He warned.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well if something like thates up, I’ll ask you to keep it a secret. The main thing I want to keep secret is my ability to resurrect people. That will just cause way too many difficulties if it spreads.” I told him.
<span style="font-weight:400">My unique skill is already too known, so keeping it a full secret is probably not possible. And even if people know about it, they can’t really do much with the knowledge. I guess they could ask for cards of their own, but without Card Summoner, they should only be able to use the single-use cards. And perhaps I could even sell some of the useless cards for money.
<span style="font-weight:400">I guess something like the fusion between Jenna and Fire Sorcerer might be something to keep a secret as well. That could have actual repercussions.
<span style="font-weight:400">“And the fusion thing should be kept a secret as well.” I added.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Fusion thing? What would that be referring to?” Brandon asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Remember that time I fused Jenna with a monster I summoned?” I asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“... did you do something like that?” He asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah. It was a few days ago. A day before I left for the dungeon with Christina.” I reminded him.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hmm. I think Christina might have mentioned something like that. Is that really something on the level of resurrection? Is it something you really think has to be hidden?” He asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well depending on how it is used, fusion is more powerful than resurrection. When I did it with Jenna, her status value in magic multiplied by about 4. And I didn’t even use the most powerful monster for it or anything.” I told him.
<span style="font-weight:400">…
<span style="font-weight:400">…
<span style="font-weight:400">“And why didn’t you tell me about this before? If I knew you could do something like that, I would have sold my soul to you, so you would do it to Alice.” Brandon asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">…
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, I’m not a demon. I don’t want your soul. And I’m not messing up someone without their permission.” I responded.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Then if I give you permission, would you do it to me?” He asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">I thought about it for a second, but when I remembered how Fire Sorcerer acted afterwards, I knew I couldn’t do it. Unless…
<span style="font-weight:400">“I don’t really think that it is a good idea. When I fuse someone with a monster, the monster’s loyalty towards me affects the person they fuse with. And if the person doesn’t have loyalty towards me, the monster won’t like it. And that could lead to all kinds of problems in the long run.” I told him. “So I guess if you swear absolute loyalty to me, I can do it.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hmm. Well I did say I would sell you my soul. But at the same time I would like to keep my body for myself, so I’ll have to refuse for now.” Brandon said.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well just contact me if you change your mind. But can we get back on track for now?” I asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yes. We did get a bit sidetracked. Now then, I will question you about some of the dungeon details.” Brandon got serious again. “Firstly. The dungeon can produce mithril swords. Yes or no?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yes. As well as axes.” I responded. I think the only mithril weapons that could be made are axes and swords. No spear at the moment.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I see.” He responded as he wrote something down. “And the dungeon can also make magic bags. Correct?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yes. A small one called a fanny pack and two different size backpacks.” I told him.
<span style="font-weight:400">Again, he wrote something down.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh yeah, it can also make magic sks.” I added.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yes. Thank you for confirming that.” Brandon said as he wrote things down.
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<span style="font-weight:400">We went through more of the dungeon items one by one. The three different fabrics, cardboard, jewelry and the house items I analyzed. I didn’t mention the sleeves as they really have no use for anyone other than me and they can only be made by me or Christina. There is no trade point for the sleeves.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Thank you. That is all for the report.” Brandon said as he moved the paper he was writing on to the side. … yeah. They have paper, but not cardboard. The inconsistencies.
<span style="font-weight:400">“So that was everything? Can I go now?” I asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sorry, but there is one more thing.” Brandon said as I was about to leave. “Now this isn’t something for a report or anything and is just a personal request from me. Would you take Alice with you and make her strong?”
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<span style="font-weight:400">…
<span style="font-weight:400">Who are you and what have you done to Brandon?
<span style="font-weight:400">“Are you feeling alright?” I asked him.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Are you insulting me?” He responded.
<span style="font-weight:400">“No. I just have no idea what you are doing. Why are you acting like this? Why would You entrust Alice to Me?” I asked, putting emphasis on some words. “You never let her do anything. You barely even let her go outside the house, right. And now you want to let her go on an adventure. So, what happened? Why now? And why with me?” I asked.
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<span style="font-weight:400">…
<span style="font-weight:400">“I know you are strong. I knew you were. Ever since you took down the wyverns, I knew. But I also know with power like thates trouble. But then what you did after the sprites came into consideration. With that, I know you will keep Alice safe, no matter what. And that is why I would like you to take her with you on your travels.” Brandon reasoned.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I see. So that was the tipping point. I’ll ept that. But what about Christina?” I asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“She has always wanted her children to be free to do what they want to do. And if you are worried about Alice, you should have realized that she loves you. She wants toe with you. I won’t force you to love her, but I would like it if you could at least consider it.” Brandon said.
<span style="font-weight:400">“... love isplicated.” I said. “I know I like her. On some level.” But I don’t love her like I loved Laura.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Then you should give it time. Neither of you is under any rush to get married. But I trust you will keep her safe in that way as well. Until you eithermit to her or she finds someone else.” Brandon said.
<span style="font-weight:400">“If that is what you want, I can do that. I’ll take her with me and keep her safe.” I agreed. I might sacrifice some of my own freedom, but if that is the price I pay for Alice’s freedom, I think it’s worth it.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Good. Thank you.” Brandon said.
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<span style="font-weight:400">…
<span style="font-weight:400">After a few more seconds of silence, I realized we were done and I got up to leave.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, and Brian.” Brandon called.
<span style="font-weight:400">I turned around to face him. “What is it?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Good night.” He said.
<span style="font-weight:400">“... Good night.” I responded and left the room.
After I returned to my room, I had a quick bath and went to bed.