Author's Notes:
Firstly, as always, I would like to thank all those who favorite, followed or reviewed my story. Your support is really appreciated and pushes me to try harder.
Secondly, sorry for the delay, but regretfully real life is a thing that happens and simply refuses taking no as an answer. I had planned to update this weeks ago, but it seemed I never had the time to finish the chapter or revise it, one thing after another forcing me to postponed said actions again and again.
Thankfully now everything is back on track, so things should start to flow more smoothly. Wish I could promise it won't happen again, but that would be a lie. So the best I can do is promise that no matter what I have no intention to abandoning any of my stories, so rest assured that the story will continue no matter what.
Lastly: I do not own "Campione!" or "Worm Serial".
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Learning Curve
Standing right upon the middle of a small gorge nested between three rock faces and the Nile, Taylor focused her will inwards, mind calm and controlled as she kept her body perfectly still, her long hair swaying upon the warm desert breeze.
Staring intently at her hand as she held it straight ahead of her body, palm pointed upwards and her fingers curled as if to grasp something, she grasped at the ebb and flow she now could easily detect within her own body, as if nothing but another appendage, ready for use.
"Mighty Ra, Lord of the Sun, bestow upon this warrior the power of your eternal flame!" Taylor commanded, feeding her own energy to the charging spell, eyes narrowed in concentration as the temperature around her skyrocketed.
A massive ball of crimson flames, easily the size of a beach ball, came into existence a few inches above her open palm, indicating her success in using the spell. Looking at the supernatural phenomenon she was literally holding at the palm of her hand, Taylor calmly analyzed it, noting that the energy drain it placed upon her magical reserves was almost negligible.
Seeing that the spell was perfectly stable, she made a small shift at the flow of mana coursing through her body, speeding up its passage and concentrating it upon the active pathways that were feeding the fireball.
The effect was glaringly evident, as the fireball tripled in size immediately in response to her actions, the heat being radiated from the now gargantuan ball of flames rose in kind.
Nodding once in satisfaction Taylor perfected her focus, both refining and increasing the mana flow even further, drastically increasing the heat of the flames to even higher thresholds. The flames encased within her spell responding in kind, changing from their original orange, first to blue and then finally to white.
Calmly analyzing the ball of white fiery death that was floating inches away from her face, she noted that while the power requirements had risen exponentially from the original spell, it was still a barely perceptible drain upon her reserves.
'Guess a Campione's magical reserves really are ludicrously large.' She idly noted, concluding that the cost of activating a single one of her authorities could easily fuel several dozens of such a spell with ease despite the fact it was supposedly an extremely high level and energy intensive fire spell.
A casual throwing gesture from her hand sent the massive fireball hurling through the air towards the river, where it immediately detonated with a thunderous explosion, throwing upwards a massive surge of superheated water and steam.
"Ever present Shu, Holder of the Sky, grant upon me the protection of your divine wind!" She intoned, both controlling and fueling the spell with the ease of someone who should have spent decades mastering mage-craft.
Watching as both the boiling water and superheated air harmlessly battered against the skin tight wind barrier that she had just erected in order to protect herself, Taylor allowed a small smile to appear upon her features as she acknowledge a single fact.
Magic. She was wielding true to god, honest, freaking magic.
She had believed herself to have long since grown past the kind of childish enthusiasm one could face upon regarding unusual situations, after all after everything she had both done and seen one could easily say that the strange and the unusual were point in fact her normal. She should have long since grown inured to any of it, wonder and awe nothing but memories of earlier days.
And yet a small part of her mind couldn't help but squeal in childish glee at the fact she had just thrown a freaking fireball and erected a wind barrier using actual freaking magic of all things.
It was an interesting feeling.
Savoring it for a few moments longer, she watched as the waters of the river slowly returned to their previously pristine state, before forcing herself to refocus at the situation at hand.
Her initial idea regarding magic and the extremely accelerated rate of learning she could grant herself through her Shards had worked out even better than she had initially expected. Just like the high level spells she had just used could attest to, thanks to her Shards she could achieve mastery levels upon the arcane arts in a matter of minutes instead of years.
And while she could tell that none of the spells she had studied so far could truly harm a Heretic God, she still could easily see dozens of ways they could be of use in aiding her efforts, both in direct combat and in a support role. Truly discovering the skill Shard had been an incredible stroke of good fortune on her part.
But even as she allowed herself to savor the moment, she couldn't help but sigh as her mind insisted in coming back to an issue she had realized earlier, as she trained in the gorge while studying the magical books and tomes Anit had acquired for her.
It had been three days since her initial discovery of the wonders of power assisted learning, and during that period of time she had abused every single interaction and variation of Uber's shard she had managed to find, which considering how cooperative towards said goal her Authority was had been turned out to be quite a few. Using them to learn everything and anything that she either thought was useful, raised her general potential and capabilities, or simply took her fancy.
But after two days and fourteen uses of said shard she had been confronted with an undesirable truth, a truth that had done its level best to grind her rampant enthusiasm to a halt.
The simple truth, that there were only so many hours in a week.
For while allowing her to achieve nearly instantaneous level of mastery in any skill she studied about, in order to retain said levels of mastery her powers demanded her to train with said skills a number of hours a week. Otherwise her power assisted skills would start to fade until nothing but whatever she had naturally learnt remained.
The time demanded seemed to vary regarding both the complexity of the skill acquired and the power of the Shard that she had initially used to learn said skill, but in general it tended to be between two to three hours a week.
And while not truly being much of a sacrifice in return for the abilities that were granted to her, those hours could unfortunately stack up annoyingly fast.
And while Anit had been indeed correct in calling mage craft a skill that was only right in the broadest sense of the word. For in truth it was far more correct to say that mage craft was in fact a collection of dozens, if not hundreds, of different and varied skills working together.
For instance, in order to be able to use the fire spell she had just called forth with contemptuous ease she had had to master several different skills, including: Meditation; self focusing; ethereal sensing; mana gathering; mana shaping; energy manipulation; elemental conversion; and fire manipulation.
Which by themselves demanded nearly a whole twenty four hours of weekly training in order for her to retain her mastery in regards to fire spells, and while some of said skills could be used for other branches of magic, said branches also demanded some specialized skills for themselves, like wind manipulation for her wind barrier.
And considering that every single school of magic had several extremely diverse branches that encompassed their spells, and that there were several distinct schools of magic, it seemed that her initial idea of simply mastering magic as a whole would not be something she could actually achieve, or at least not if she wanted to do anything else but train every single hour of the week.
Not to mention the other more mundane but still extremely useful skills she had acquired and had no intention of letting go, which also needed their own maintenance time as well.
Regrettably in the end the sad truth was that she simply didn't have the time needed in order to keep them all. And while she knew that in time, and with enough practice, she should be able to learn enough to manage to become proficient enough in some of them to forgo the power assist help entirely, that would easily take months, if not years, of training.
In the end she would have to simply prioritize and keep only the skills that were more useful and needed, forgoing the rest into oblivion. No matter how much her inner child protested about it.
'It's still one seriously useful power regardless.' She inwardly mused, igniting a small fireball above her hand and curiously gazing at the flickering flames. 'It will just take some careful management in order to achieve the best results.'
"This is such Bullshit!" An exasperated voice shouted from further into the grove cutting Taylor's train of thought.
Turning around, while extinguishing the palm full of fire she had just created, Taylor took in the olive skinned figure of her new companion, who was staring at a shimmering sphere of condensed water floating right in front of her eyes with an very complex expression.
"Complete and utter bullshit!" Anit ranted, eyes fixed at the water sphere, a strange light flickering in her yes, her voice growing louder with every word that was spoken.
"Elemental manipulation is a skill that takes years to master! It's a hard and arduous process that a mage could waste their whole life perfecting! It's most definitely NOT something that can be learnt in five, freaking, minutes!" She continued, turning around to face Taylor with such speed that the young Campione wondered how she didn't get whiplash. "And that's ignoring the fact that whatever you did also let me learn three other branches of warding and greatly improve my control over mana! All that in less than half an hour! Instead of say, the decades of dedicated study and effort it all would normally demand!"
Looking at the slightly manic expression the young mage was giving her, Taylor wondered if it had really been such a good idea to empower her minion with one of her Uber-type Shards so that she could get something out of the time Taylor herself spent training.
After all Anit had gone through the trouble of warding the area they were currently using so that no one could spy upon Taylor's training, both today and the previous days when she had been testing her other Authorities, and as such the Eighth Campione felt her loyal minion deserved a reward for her services, especially considering she hadn't even had to ask for the Egyptian mage to do so beforehand.
She didn't doubt Anit's loyalty or drive, and as such raising her abilities was a perfectly valid idea if she said so herself. Only that the mage seemed to have taken some slight umbrage to the fact Taylor could apparently completely subvert the laws of magic at a whim.
"Khepri may be a god of creation, but that has no possible connection with hyper accelerated magical learning! And Leviathan makes even less sense, what with it being a primordial sea monster!" She continued to say, walking back and forth while trying to rationalize what had just happened to her and how Taylor had shattered what she thought she knew about magic and its laws. "So that means that this crazy Authority can only be something you got from your first slain god!"
"Who, apparently, seems to hold dominion over strength, endurance, ice and knowledge!" She finished in exasperation, her hands that had been wildly gesticulating falling at her sides and her head drooping low, as if she had been suddenly been hit with a wave of extreme exhaustion.
"Taylor, exactly what kind of god did you kill in order to become a Campione?" She all but whined, looking towards Taylor with beseeching eyes, clearly asking her to please make the world make sense again.
Looking at her new subordinate and only real acquaintance upon this earth, the Eighth Campione pondered about what to say. She knew Anit was trustworthy, that she was someone who would not betray her and would do her level best to help at anything she could.
Not to mention that she liked the Egyptian mage's company and her personality, both her dry wit, her steely resolve and her determination. Truth be told she could acknowledge the fact that she wouldn't really mind Anit as a friend.
Decision made, Taylor looked the olive skinned woman straight into the eyes and told her nothing but the absolute truth.
"He was a parasitic, multi dimensional, space whale." She honestly spoke, eyeing her loyal minion straight in the eyes.
Anit simply stared at her King for a good long moment in complete silence, her face perfectly blank as she looked right into her Liege's calm and serene features, before finally answering in a magnificently deadpan tone of voice.
"You don't say."
\V/
Inside an average looking room, filled with tasteful oaken furniture and a scattering of small personal objects, an old man intently stared through the large windows. Eyes fixed at the Nile River flowing in the distance as he pondered the sudden turn fate had taken upon his country.
Nothing about the man showed his position, nothing, from his fine quality but simple clothes, to the simple golden ring with no adornments upon his hand which was the only piece of jewelry upon his person. Nothing about his average looking appearance even hinted about his position.
For despite his average appearance, this affable looking old man, inside his average though refined looking room and wearing his subdued clothes, was in fact one of the most important individuals in the whole of the African continent.
Lord Harakty would freely admit to the fact that his appearance didn't really fit with what most tended to normally associate with such an esteemed position as the Head of a magical organization. That his grandfatherly appearance and lack of taste for unneeded opulence meant most did not immediately associate him with the larger than life figure most assumed one had to be to lead a magical association responsible for a whole country.
Quite a few of his own subordinates didn't truly understand why he insisted upon forgoing most formalities and needless pomp when they were not needed. Point in fact an reasonable number of those very subordinates when confronted with his looks and old age tended to go so far as to think him not really fit for his position, underestimating his capabilities.
Something he ruthlessly took advantage of in numerous occasions.
He was an old man, he could admit so easily enough, not being one to turn away from or avoid uncomfortable truths. But something that so many of the younger members of his organization seemed to so easily forget, was that there was a reason why he retained his position despite his old age.
Or perhaps it would be more accurate to say, that there was a reason he had managed to reach said old age despite retaining his position.
Now at the full age of ninety three he had been the head of the Council of the Sands for over forty years, and he hadn't retained his position while so many other council members had come and gone by being incompetent or unable to see the truth for what it was.
Giving out a tired sigh he turned his gaze towards his simple but elegant wooden desk, upon which several reports, he had already all but memorized rested. A hint of amusement shining within his eyes despite everything else, as he thought about how willfully blind some people could be at times.
Sadly it was an extremely common trait amidst the human race, to see what one desired to see instead of the actual truth. To refuse to acknowledge an inconvenient fact, to dismiss something that did not fit into one's worldview and refuse to accept it altogether, no matter the facts all but paraded before them.
Zaliki Abubakar, one of the youngest and most ambitions men to ever claw their way into the council during his longs years as their head was sadly enough not exempt from such a sin.
He could see all the small secret actions and movements the young councilor had recently taken, his attempts to garner support and sway opinion. He could see the gambit Zaliki was preparing himself to eventually attempt.
He could see it all, just as easily as he could see that it would fail catastrophically in the end.
Calmly taking hold of a small folder he stared at the deceitfully unassuming picture of both the end goal of the young councilman and the source of so many recent changes that had happened upon the country he had guided for nearly half a century.
A picture, that at first glance showed nothing but a young, average looking woman with long, dark brown nearly black hair, a woman that at first glance seemed nothing but ordinary.
But unlike so many of his subordinates, he knew perfectly well how deceiving looks could be at a first glance. And if one cared to pay enough attention while examining the form of Taylor Hebert, the Eighth Campione, the lie was readily apparent.
For despite her seemingly normal looking appearance, the fierce determination and cold intelligence he could see shining from within the young woman's eyes betrayed the facade of normality.
Zaliki believed he could subtly influence and control the young Godslayer. That due to the fact that she had known nothing about the supernatural before her reincarnation he could easily influence her actions without repercussion.
Not for the first time since meeting the young upstart, Lord Harakty came to the conclusion that Zaliki was a complete fool with far more ambition than common sense.
For while it was true that the Eighth Campione did not have any kind of prior knowledge regarding the supernatural world, that regarding said subject she was as uninformed as a child, that lack of knowledge did not mean she was not competent or intelligent.
So many of his peers had taken a look at the young Devil King's criminal past and simply sneered in disgust, either considering it a stain against her character or simply dismissing it altogether, failing completely to see the deeper truth.
That one, that had to have been all but swallowed at an incredible young age into the criminal underworld, as had to be the case for a not even nineteen year old to be so deeply ingrained with it, for not even a whisper of her official existence to remain, had to be extremely skilled, cunning, and resourceful to have survived to the age she currently had.
No, the new Campione that was currently residing within his country was no fool, of that he was absolutely certain. And one only had to look at her latest actions to see that the weakness others would seek to exploit, her lack of knowledge regarding the supernatural, was being swiftly amended.
Looking at the reports Lady Eshe's operatives had submitted, the number of books young Taylor had her new follower, Anit, gather in the last few weeks. Or the fact she had spent the last few days behind heavy secrecy wards erected by that very same follower in deserted locations, and the spell damage that could be found after they left the area for the day. It was easy to see that the young woman would not remain uneducated in regards to the arcane a moment longer than she had to.
The Eighth Campione had already portrayed herself as an extremely capable fighter despite her lack of knowledge. After said fault was corrected he could safely assume said capabilities would rise even further.
And that was saying nothing about her other capabilities of a more mundane, but no less impressive, sort.
Perusing a report that had been delivered to him less than half an hour ago, he saw the latest proof of how deep said young Devil King's capabilities could truly reach. The report containing Taylor's complete official records, her birth certificate, school records, medical records, and many more, the complete official paper trail one left within their wake, while living their lives, up to and including a record of entry into Egypt.
All of it perfectly official looking and completely beyond any kind of reproach or doubt, done in such a way that even the most capable of Lady Eshe's operatives were unable to find any flaw or sign of tampering with any of them.
Her whole official record, documents and life history, all sitting right before his eyes, all of it apparently completely above board and perfectly correct, if not for one single fact.
That none of it had existed earlier this very morning.
Letting out a small amused chuckle he idly wondered what kind of pull the young woman had to have amidst the criminal elements of society to have been able to pull such a feat. It would have taken several expert hackers using top of the line computers to have managed to create such a perfect looking official back-story without tripping any alarm. The simple cost of such an operation by itself was staggering.
And yet here it was, clear as day and definite proof that young Taylor was not a small time player.
Overall, while added with her proven combat capabilities and the cunning and skills she had to have acquired to have survived this long, it painted a picture which allowed him to safely say that Taylor Hebert was not an opponent to be taken lightly.
And yet, in a perfect example as to why he sometimes doubted the sanity of some of his subordinates, Zaliki seemed determined to commit suicide by attempting to manipulate said Campione.
Grumbling in annoyance he wondered how best to proceed in order to ensure that when the fool's plan imploded it would not drag the rest of the council with him, all the while inwardly despairing about suicidal morons who really should know better.
It would be difficult yes, but he was sure he could weather the coming storm while also preventing a too large of a backlash from occurring. And who knew? Perhaps things could actually calm down a little afterwards for a change.
"Lord Harakty, we have a situation!" One of his personal operatives barged in with an out of breath and disheveled appearance that predicted nothing good for his faraway dreams of a peaceful trouble free Egypt, a small piece of paper held in his right hand with a death grip.
"We just received this from one of our contacts that works in Cairo's international airport!" The man explained amidst deep trembling breaths while offering the piece of paper, which he now could see was a printed picture, to him with trembling hands. "I was informed to bring this to your attention immediately, sir!"
Looking at the picture, while wondering what could have unnerved the mage so much, the Head of the Council of the Sands prepared himself to deal with whatever this new problem could possibly be with the same calm and competent efficiency he always displayed in times of crisis, a resolve that lasted until he truly saw who exactly the madly grinning blonde man, that was captured in the picture boarding a taxi was, and the only possible explanation for his current presence here in the city.
"How troublesome." He stated, heaving an incredibly tired sigh while inwardly cursing his luck and pondering if maybe simply retiring and letting someone else deal with this whole mess was not a better option after all.
\V/
Sitting at a small table in the outdoor area of a nice cozy restaurant she had found a few days prior, Taylor rechecked the final finishing touches that were needed for her latest project on her portable tinker-tech super computer.
Her fingers all but dancing above the keyboard, typing lines of code with such speed that her hands seemed but a blur, she inwardly marveled once more at how useful even a handful of master level skills could be.
Thanks to her Shards her already above average typing skills, not to mention programming and hacking capabilities, were now world class. And it definitely showed in the ease with which she bypassed firewall after firewall without causing a single alarm to be tripped.
Adding master levels skills in hacking, computer programming and typing to a computer that overshadowed and outperformed even the best military supercomputers in existence lead to what could only be called an one sided digital curb stomp.
Regrettably she knew she would have to let go of nearly all of those skills for the sake of sheer practicality, allowing them to fade away back to her original skill level.
After all she already ranked above average on most of them and it wasn't like she would need them constantly anyway, so sacrificing twelve to sixteen hours a week in order to keep them wouldn't be really worth it. In the end being far more logical to devote that time slot to some others, far more pertinent, skills. Not to mention that should she have the need, she could always reacquire them later if the situation demanded.
But that didn't mean she couldn't enjoy being the world's best hacker bar none, while it lasted.
A small smile on her face she finished her work and calmly exited the Pentagon servers she had been perusing without a single soul the wiser. The program she had just installed alongside the ones she had already installed in another half a dozen government agencies, both American and in other countries, would mean that no one would ever notice that she now had what amounted to government funding.
She knew that this wasn't her home reality, and that as such the blame for the actions her own home reality government had taken, could not in any way and form be forced upon the local variant.
But that didn't really mean she didn't take some satisfaction in getting some belated compensation for everything that the government had thrown her way during the course of the years. After all, in a way, it was no different from claiming the trust fund and belated payments she was owed for all the time she had spent as a Ward.
Plus a perfectly reasonable bonus for having to swallow all the things Glenn Chambers had forced her to endure.
Closing the program she wondered what to do next with her newfound temporary abilities. She had already created a perfectly airtight back-story and all the records that should come along with it for her own person, to the point she could actually dump her current fake documents if she wanted and go and acquire real official ones at the American embassy if she so desired.
A rueful smile upon her features regarding the fact she had actually used a very good part of her true life while crafting said back-story, going so far as making Brockton Bay her birth place for a second time, she decided that later on she could perhaps do something to untraceably divert money from accounts in fiscal paradises into her own accounts, but that for now she had done more than enough work, especially considering Anit was swiftly approaching with their lunch.
"Here, I got your food." Anit said in a slightly miffed tone of voice while handing Taylor her plate, apparently still a little annoyed due to her answer in regards to what Scion was.
"Thanks, Anit." She politely answered with a small honest smile, all the while fighting down a chuckle at the mage's grumbled response.
Choosing to savor her meal she allowed the olive skinned woman to deal with her apparent annoyance and incredulity to her answers to the questions the mage had asked. Knowing there was little she could do and that she would eventually get over it.
After all it was not her fault that her life up to this point was so unbelievable, to the point of absurdity, that even an honest to God magic user refused to believe what she had said was the truth.
Taking a small sip of water while wondering how exactly Anit would react to the knowledge that she was actually from a parallel dimension, Taylor idly pondered if becoming a Campione was another step up in the weirdness scale with regards to her life.
Only to dismiss the whole line of thought with a mental shrug of her shoulders. Having long since accepted that what seemed to constitute her life and normality were such disparate concepts that one may very well not even know that the other even existed.
As she was starting to learn, when nothing truly pertinent was at stake it was simply better to simply go with the flow. A concept she was sure Alec would deeply approve of.
Of course on the other hand anything that so much as threatened anything of value or under her protection would immediately discover why the Dragon of Kyushu had learned not to mess with a measly bug controller. For while she personally wasn't one to try and find trouble herself, she knew far too well how to deal with it should the need arise.
'And talking about trouble.' She though with a hint of annoyance, taking another forkful of her meal while confirming that what she had just seen was not a simple trick of the light.
"Anit, do you have any idea why our new tail seems to be experiencing what appears to be a panic attack?" She conversationally asked, not stopping from eating even as her eyes never strayed from her target.
"Wait, what?" The olive skinned woman asked in befuddlement, forgoing her earlier annoyance for what appeared to be pure confusion.
"One of our new friends with stalkerish tendencies seems to be having a problem; do you have any idea for the reason for it?" She said while simply pointing towards the bar on the other side of the street, and at the operative that was now apparently frantically shouting at a cell phone.
She had to admit, that while not really enjoying being followed everywhere, she at least understood and couldn't really fault their reasoning for it. After all, it was simply common sense to keep track of possible threats wandering around your territory, especially if said possible threat was an S class one.
"No, I wasn't informed about any new development that could be causing that." Anit promptly replied, her confusion being once again replaced with hints of anger, though considering how she was narrowing her eyes at the man instead of at the young Campione Taylor felt safe to assume that this time the mage's anger wasn't directed towards her person. "Or that they were still keeping tabs on you for that matter."
"At least the new ones have some skill and know when to keep their distance." Taylor said with a nonchalant shrug of her shoulders, not really caring about it and knowing that if need be she could either neutralize or slip by her watchers easily enough.
"But considering the fact he seems even more nervous right now, I'm thinking that whatever is happening is both related to us or coming our way." She continued, eating another morsel of her meal, determined to savor it no matter what. For if there was anything she had learned through hard won experience, it was to never pass up on a warm meal, especially since you never knew when you would be able to get another one.
"You are a literal trouble magnet, aren't you?" Anit grumbled with a tinge of exasperation.
"But unfortunately I really have no idea what could possibly be his problem. As far as I know there are no current emergencies or anything that comes even close to it in the country." She said in a thoughtful tone of voice, eyes locked at their stalker who was now staring down the street with what appeared to be mounting dread. "I think I should contact the Council to try and find out what could possibly be the problem…"
Hearing the Egyptian mage trailing off, a clear undercurrent of shock entering her words before they stilled, and her eyes fixed upon the very same point the council's operative was also staring at, Taylor stopped eating for a moment in order to see what had captured both of their attentions in such a final manner.
Following their gazes towards the corner of the street, she saw what had their undivided attention. Or more precisely, who had their undivided attention.
He was a fair skinned, blonde haired man, a pair of sunglasses carelessly resting upon his sun kissed locks, wearing an open blue jacket without a shirt underneath and a pair of blue jeans.
And sporting what could only be called a truly manic smile upon his carefree features as he looked straight at her with disturbing intensity, his whole body all but radiating battle lust.
"This could be a problem." Taylor simply stated while setting down her fork, taking in the man's athletic form and the sword poking from his back with a deeply analytical gaze. Having immediately recognized him from one of the several folders Anit had provided her.
Salvatore Doni, the Sixth Campione.
\V/
Author's Notes:
And so Taylor is about to meet the first of her 'siblings', Lord Salvatore Doni, the Sixth Campione, the King of Swords.
When considering which of her 'siblings' she would meet first and at what situation this seemed like the most logical development for me. Since with both the close geographical proximity between Italy and Egypt and Doni's own battle lust and normal irreverence and whimsical nature, he deciding to go check out his new neighbor on a whim after hearing she is a capable fighter who already defeated three gods seemed very likely to me. And so here we are.
Next chapter we will see how their meeting goes, look forward to it.
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