"Welcome to Good Hunter! How can I help you?" The seemingly nice woman running the restaurant greeted Godfrey, who seemed to be absorbed in thought.


Powerwalking through the pathways beneath the Erdtree Sanctuary, with his phantasmagorical companion, Serosh, grafted to his back and tightly biting onto the giant's shoulder plating, alongside two of his most trusted crucible knights, proudly with his great axe under his grasp, a familiar grunting sound coming from behind the metal bars on the wall leading to Leydell's sewers took Godfrey's attention. Signaling for his knights to stop, he went to investigate the source of such pleasant noise.

Much to his surprise, it was none other than a small Omen boy wearing nothing but straps of golden cloth. "Father, join and see what I made for thee!" The Omen child muttered only for Godfrey to hear. The giant crouched down and muttered to the boy behind the metal bars, "How didst thou know I would be here, Morgot?" The boy didn't answer with words, instead, he answered with a laugh, filled with pride, fully understanding that he had taken the Elden Lord by surprise.

Godfrey seemed somewhat amused, so he played along. "Where art thine brother? Where is Mogh?" This time, the small boy couldn't not answer. "He refused to follow and stayed in his cell." Godfrey huffed in disappointment but was quick to push those thoughts away. "So, what is it thou prepared, young one?" The Omen boy quickly skedaddled his away into the sewers, searching for something.

After waiting patiently with his legs crossed, tending to Serosh, after what seemed to be around ten minutes, one of the crucible knights came forth. "Queen Marika is waiting for thee, my lord. Is it forsooth wise to make her magnificence wait for so long due to an omen child?"

Godfrey glanced over to the knight in question, quickly shutting down the woman's attitude with a single word.

"Enough."

After a few seconds of defeating silence, the first Elden Lord continued, "Morgot is mine son, and so I shall treat him as such, no matter what his mother hath quoth towards the matter."

The crucible knight only nodded in response, fearing to anger her lord.

Morgot soon returned, this time, with a wooden plate covered by a white cloth and a golden spoon in hand. By the smell alone, he could tell it was a dish made from steak, potatoes, and cheese, he just couldn't pinpoint what it was exactly...

"Stand back, Morgot." Morgot took a few steps backward and with a mighty pull, Godfrey pulled out the iron bars separating him and the Omen child.

Unfortunately, the boy's balance failed him after such a display of strength, accidentally letting the plate's contents fall down to the muddy floor of the sewer tube. "Woah... Thy strength never ceases to amaze me, father..." Only then did the boy notice that his clumsiness ruined his surprise. "Oh no..."

Before the kid could negatively react to his blunder, Godfrey had already rested his hand atop the kid's head, uncaring for the twisted horns that marked every single Omen and slightly straining his skin. "All's well, sirrah." Godfrey slowly uncovered the now sullied dish revealing something he would never forget.

What should be a neatly stacked, three beef high with melted cheese in between and baked potatoes perfection, was now tumbled down, tarnished, and tainted with muck. After seeing the look on the boy's face, Godfrey ate it all in a single bite, going as far as to slowly take in the flavor of the dish his very son prepared for him, uncaring of what happened to it. "My Lord..." The boy remained speechless.

"Beautifully cooked. I can tell thee invested a great deal of effort. I congratulate thee, Morgot."

"But, My Lord, it was sullied due to mine incompetence, thou shouldn't-"

"'Tis fine, child. 'Twas a marvelous dish, I could only hope thy brother be here." Godfrey turned his back on the Omen kid, and left the sewer tube, uncaring for any future belly aches he knew he would have to deal with. "Next time," The First Elden Lord spake once more before leaving. "I shall make sure that we all eat a banquet filled with all manners of nourishing aliment, together."

The kid made his way back to the underground sewers of Leyndell, as Godfrey continued to make his way to the Queen's Bedchamber.

Unbeknownst to both of them, that would be the last time they would see each other alive.


"Hello? Sir?"

That seemed to shake the giant out of his lethargy. "Ah, forgive me." Godfrey took a deep breath and strengthened his posture. "I was merely lost in thought." He answered, clearing his throat clearly somewhat troubled for some reason the lady standing behind the counter couldn't really grasp.

"So... Are you going to order something, or..."

The first Elden Lord found difficulty finding the correct words to give this young lady. In truth, the old man was perplexed by the lively city he found himself in. Everything was so... Colorful and vibrant, a completely different world from the one he once lived.

His guts told him that he didn't belong anywhere near such a magnificent and peaceful place.

His wits told him that if he stayed, it would only be a matter of time before he caused problems for the villagers.

However, his rumbling belly, though recently satiated, demanded more of this new world's marvelous cuisine!

"Thou see, I am a traveler from beyond the fog," Godfrey stated with a low voice, his usual overwhelming presence was being somewhat overwhelmed by the atmosphere this city seemed to have.

"Ah! A newcomer! It's a pleasure to have you in Mondstadt. Hope you're enjoying your stay." She handed the giant of a man a piece of paper with some writing on it. "Here," As the giant gently took the paper from the woman's hands, a saddening realization filled his mind. "It's the menu. Feel free to hang out on the tables there while you read through it." Godfrey simply nodded and took a seat at the comically small chair the woman offered him.

Shadows covered his eyes as he took a good look at the paper she had given him. Not only was the seat way too small, and it broke seconds after sitting on it, but he couldn't read whatever it is that was written in there, not because he was illiterate, no no no! He was Layndell royalty! Marika wouldn't allow her consort to be ignorant to the point of not learning how to read or write, even if he was a brute. This menu was written in a language he couldn't even begin to understand! How was it even possible? He thought. Everyone seemed to speak the same way, and understand the things he says, so why was the writing different?

Well, there was one singular constant both languages seemed to agree on.

Money.

Specifically prices, he quickly noticed being the numbers on the right, following certain items he couldn't really make out what they were supposed to be.

Now there were two problems that smacked him in the face. The other one, aside from the obvious language barrier, was that he was completely broke if the lady at the counter didn't accept golden runes.

He got up from the ground, cleaning off the wooden splinters that got stuck in his pants, and asked from the bottom of his very being, "Doth thou accept payments in golden runes?" as the lady at the counter stared at him not only surprised that her chair couldn't handle the absolute weight of this giant but also confused, after all, "I've never even heard of such a thing, and I've traveled to Snezhnaya and back!" The woman laughed loudly while the cold reality of capitalism punched Godfrey in the face, knowing fully well how it felt to be without funds in a time of need. "I only take Mora, but you can have a Chicken-Mushroom Skewer since a particular Traveler didn't show up to deliver it in time, and the guy that ordered it canceled last minute."

Godfrey was once again taken aback by a random person's hospitality towards him, free food was a rarity back in the Badlands and even rarer in the Lands Between. To have two of the three people he'd met so far; Excluding the two guards at the entrance who welcomed him. Offer him free food was... Precious, to say the least. "Thou need not bother with it. I refuse-"

His ramblings were silenced by a girl in red speaking loudly in the middle of town, being accompanied by a giant individual, with a walking cane and wearing a blanket over his entire body, covering it completely. "I'm telling you, uncle, that man you keep telling me is not here!" The girl exclaimed as the two walked past the restaurant and towards the entry gates of Mondstadt. "Young Amber, I can assure thee." The man covered in cloth said, hastily making his way away from the center of the city, "I can feel his very presence."

Godfrey was intrigued at the sudden altercation unfurling itself right in front of him, in public nonetheless! But decided to mind his own business, after all, it was very rude to butt in other people's problems. "Oh, those two again..." Now, talking about other people's problems with someone could also be considered rude, but he was not above hearing a little gossip. "Is this a common occurrence?" The first Elden Lord asked, leading the conversation elsewhere.

"Yeah, Amber won't shut up about that, and I quote; 'Super cool guy that saved her from a giant Lawachurl'." A new question rented an apartment in Godfrey's mind, 'What was a Lawachurl?', but that could wait. "Now, all she does is hang out with that man who never shows even a sliver of skin." Understandable, that was really strange behavior. Not even the most reviled murderers in the Lands Between cared so much about concealing their own identity to the point of fearing showing even the tiniest bit of skin. Not even the Loathsome Dung Eater cared that much about it, though he never did show his face... That probably was due to his armor and brand, since he cared very much about his reputation as the second most reviled man in history.

"Funny thing, folks around Mondstadt decided to make this huge bet, trying to guess how he looks behind that blanket!" Now, that intrigued Godfrey. Was this a quick way to make some much-needed money? All he had to do was uncover this man's identity! Noticing the giant's shift of expression, the lady at the counter quickly retorted back at him, "Unfortunately, if you want in the bet, you need to offer something first-" However, Godfrey was determined to win that prize he didn't even know how much it was worth. "All mine belongings." The woman snorted. "Sure..." Then she realized that he had turned to the mystery man and had the full intention of winning the bet right then and there. "Wait! What's your name so I can put it on the list?!"

"'Tis Godfrey, the First Elden Lord."


Making his way towards the blanketed individual, Godfrey could overhear the duo's conversation as they walked down the stone bricks that made up Mondstadt's floor. "Are you positive about this, uncle?" Godfrey could almost reach for the man's robes and yank them out with a mighty pull. "Most certainly, young Amber. There is no doubt that mine Father is here." That voice... It made Godfrey stop dead in his tracks. It was a voice, o so familiar to him, yet so alien. It was almost as if he was hearing the voice of his very own son after many years...

'Could it be?' He thought, as his imagination went wild. Surely, if he had died at the hands of that Tarnished, surely, someone else might have also been brought to this strange yet pleasant world. He remembered holding onto the fading body of his son, who had met their demise at the hands of the very same Tarnished who nobly defeated him in fair and direct combat, perhaps they were also given a second chance...

Godfrey held back the urge to pull on the cloth of that strange yet familiar man, as he carefully thought of something to say and grab their attention.

"Morgot."

The duo in front of him froze in place.

Godfrey felt his heart skipping a beat. If the two stopped, then his assumptions were correct! Now came the difficult part that he wasn't prepared for.

The young girl who was previously called Amber turned around, only to stare at Godfrey with wide eyes not expecting him to be so large. "Um... It's Margit. With an A and I instead of an O." Soon, 'Margit' too turned around.

In complete silence, he fell to his knees as he muttered words neither Amber nor Godfrey could hear. "I wot the name of mine own son." Godfrey said, as he slowly pulled the hood off the man, revealing it to the world to see. A face covered in twisted and cut horns, grey hair and skin, and a distinct foul and big nose. "Morgot, It really is thee." All the Omen could say between his mumbling was a singular word.

"Father?"

Before any further escalation, Godfrey pulled him into a deep hug that Morgot had no hope of escaping.


A/N: Marika's tits, this thing blew up! Thank you all for the sudden, yet constant support. Though this was created as a way to vent out that ever-present Creator Block, I guess it's now official! Let's all have a good time as I try to keep it as wholesome as I can... Though It's Elden Ring, the only thing wholesome about that is Radahn's Horse, and the Tarnished killed it!

Anyways, here's the responses for the reviews.

RhoMarck: Guess I have a Fan! Thank you.

The Eschaton: It's been really difficult, glad you understand.

andreas2770: I was shitting the other day and thought to myself; "Wouldn't it be funny if Godfrey were the host of Kitchen Nightmares instead of Gordon Ramsey?" And uh... Here we are!

Zetazero246: You have no clue how much self-control it takes to not write this man suplex a windmill.

kemarahymoten: Thank you! And uh... Yes.

Guest: I wouldn't call it creativity, It's more like a lack of things to do. I've gotten a lot more free time recently, so I kinda need more stuff to do aside of study. Marika though? Hmm... I can't really tell you that I have something planned, because I don't, at least for now.

Philbert: I got you.

NlaEid: Well Wri- Look here you beautiful individual, you can't just compliment me like that! In all seriousness, I would recommend Genshin as much as I recommend Elden Ring... Paradoxically it's much harder to get into it. Sure, Elden Ring costs money, and you need a PC strong enough to kill god in order to play it if you don't have a magical console. But even then, Genshin is somehow much more time-consuming, and if you're going completely FTP, the RNG will snap your fucking neck. That aside, It's really fun if you're not min-maxing.

bahrithariq: That's the plan, yes.

please don't1: It is continued!

That's about it for the comments, so... Until next time.