Let's get straight into it.


"I always thought that Godly intervention would have prevented humanity from advancing as much as they did."

"Well, you're not wrong, but the strength of religions is directly tied to the number and trust of their believers. During the 1800s, the rapid advancements in math and science led humanity to believe in themselves more. It caused a positive feedback loop where humans would see the advancements that they made themselves and caused them to believe in the divine less."

"But why did the gods do nothing while they felt themselves weakening? From what I know of mythology, most pantheons, especially the Greek and the Norse, wouldn't just let their power slip away. They could have easily intervened to establish their presence but they didn't."

"Honestly… I'm not sure," Asia replied with a frown. "We were never taught why the gods left humanity to themselves. We were just taught that it happened. Though I'm not sure if my teachers knew either; they were fairly low ranked in the Church."

The sun was just beginning to rise, neither of them having slept after the skirmish with Raynare. The threat of being forced to forage and forego fantastic foods persuaded Asia to return to society. Although she did know some plants that were generally safe to eat, she was unfamiliar with other basic outdoor survival skills. Having been banished from the Catholic Church, she was immediately heading right back into its territory.

Their main priority was to blend back into human society, but that was an incredibly difficult task for them to overcome. It just took a bit of conversation with Asia for Shirou to learn that they were in the middle of Italy, a little bit north of Rome. Which was a problem because he knew very little Italian. He knew the basics, like bonjour, au revoir, and oui…wait, that was French. Scratch that, he knew no Italian.

His appearance was definitely not inconspicuous either. He had fiery red hair was distinctly Japanese features. The dirt stains on his pants did not help. Neither did the hole on both sides of his shirt. Or the copious amounts of blood dying his shirt a vivid crimson. In short, there was no possible way he could walk into a city without being immediately singled out.

Asia looked better than he did, but not by much. If she had looked unkempt when he first met her, she was now completely disheveled. Being dragged through the mud had done a number on her clothes, ripping them in some areas and leaving the rest smudged in brown. At least she did not have any blood on her, or any wounds at all for that matter.

"Wait a minute. I've been speaking in Japanese this whole time. How have you been able to understand me?"

"Some simple translation magic that lets me understand and speak most major languages. It's quite handy since I used to travel around quite often. Although I can't perform the one that's currently applied to me, I can give you a simpler one. Would you like me to?"

"Thank you. That would be greatly appreciated."

Instead of the intricate rituals with complex algorithms of magecraft that he was used to, Asia instead just quickly drew a large magic circle on the ground and two smaller ones in the air. It barely took her ten minutes whereas it would have taken a magus back in his world hours to activate and decades to research.

"So, Asia, how does this magecraft work exactly?"

"The one that I have basically downloaded all of the vocabulary and grammar rules of the language. It lets me fluently know the language. The one that I will be applying to you is basically a shortcut in communication and forming sentences. Whatever you think you want to say will immediately be translated and automatically spoken. All you have to do is think: I want to speak what in whatever language, and it will come out that way. That's the first part.

"The second part is these little magic circles that will be put into your ear. They will automatically translate whatever is being said into the language that you want it to, in this case, Japanese. It also plays it in the same inflection and volume as the original speaker, which is nice. However, it translates the sentence as it is being spoken, which may result in odd word order if the sentence structure is too different. This is a very inefficient way of speaking, but it is what we have to go with.

"Now if you would sit in the middle of the large circle. The procedure doesn't hurt and it shouldn't last long."

Shirou dutifully followed the instructions and plopped himself down. He closed his eyes and waited for a few moments, but nothing happened. He waited a couple more seconds before opening his eyes. "Hey Asia, when are you going begin?"

"We're done."

"We're…done?"

"Yup," Asia confirmed. "I've just attached the circles to the insides of your ear and on the roof of your mouth. You can take them out whenever you want to."

"That was fast."

"Of course. It's one of the most basic types of magic due to its use. Anyone should be able to do it."

"If you say so." Shirou internally grimaced, as he would most likely be one of the few unable to replicate that spell. It wasn't his fault though, both his Origin and Elemental Affinity of "Sword" turned him into an incredibly specialized magecraft user.

"All right! Let's test this out. Now I'm talking in Italian."

"I see what you're talking about. Well, hear, technically. I understood it, but that sentence structure was…messed up, to say the least." Shirou stated, rising to his feet.

A jubilating smile spread across her face, as Shirou almost had to avert his eyes at the pure bundle of joy beaming in front of him.

"It worked? It really worked?"

She practically teleported in front of him and grasped the front of his shirt.

"I…think it did. Or at least, it worked for Italian."

"Really! I'm glad."

"Were you expecting it not to?"

"No," she replied, letting go of his shirt and shaking her head. "It's just that it was my first time performing magic other than using my sacred gear. I've been taught magical theory, but I've never been allowed to actually practice them."

"Well then, I'm glad that it worked." Because messing up a magic spell has disastrous consequences, he thought to himself.

"Now that we've figured out my little language problem, it's time for us to head back into the city and find a place to stay."

Asia futilely clutched her stomach as it growled in hunger.

"And some food?" She asked hopefully.

"And some food."

Since Asia was the only one of the two that could act normally in Italy, she was designated as the one to buy a change of clothes for both of them. From there, she would secure some sort of housing arrangement with some measure to clean herself with and change. Finally, she was supposed to find Shirou, who would have cleaned himself in some river while she was gone, and deliver his clothes. It would have been the best way to avoid drawing too much attention.

But unfortunately, he had underestimated the intelligence network of the Catholic Church in Rome. He should have expected it, but he did not think that they would be discovered before they even entered the city.

There were two members of the church who had appeared a few feet in front of him. They were evidently from the Church if the massive cross plastered on their chests and sleeves were of any indication. One was a man, while the other was a woman, who was slightly shorter than her associate. Her nun outfit did cover her face, probably using magic to obscure his vision, but it did little to hide her generous curves. In fact, it seemed to highlight them. Neither of them appeared to be armed; however, he knew full well that looks could be deceiving. Without a doubt, they had some measure of defending themselves.

It was almost like they were waiting for him.

"Young man with the red hair, your presence has been requested to visit Vatican City."

Scratch that, they were definitely waiting for him. Additionally, that was not a request, that was definitely a demand. And being demanded to enter one of the most religiously significant places on Earth, and a place that he did not have a great opinion of, usually resulted in trouble.

But why did they want him? Was it for sparing the life of a fallen, one of their greatest enemies? Was it for helping Asia, one that they had excommunicated? Or was it something else, something related to the Heaven's Feel ritual? He did not know how long it had been since its conclusion. However, it did concern a member of the Church that had aided but luckily failed, in the activation of an extinction-level event.

"Who exactly requested me?" Many different people or organizations could have demanded him to come. Most of them probably wanted some form of his recounting of the events near the end of the Ritual. The consequences to whom he told his story to was another matter. The Catholic Church, or at least the façade, would not even recognize his achievements. The Burial Agency would probably congratulate him on a good kill and exorcism. The Assembly of the Eighth Sacrament would just ask for the events that occurred underneath the mountain. The Executors were a coin toss, but they probably wouldn't act too aggressively. All in all, there were not too many threats on his life, and he was fairly confident that he would be able to escape, even if not unharmed.

But if it was the Mages Association calling him there, well, that was a whole different story. Depending on how long it was after the Fifth Heaven's Feel, the Clock Tower would learn of what happened. And if the more…heretical families learned that he had witnessed an imperfect True Magic, he would be killed and dissected.

The nun was the one to reply, "Unfortunately, we are unable to completely discern the identity of the one that wished for your arrival. It shall be divulged to you when we enter our destination. However, I understand your weariness of our trustworthiness and hiding our identities. As such, I promise that I will ensure your safety to the utmost of my abilities whilst we are within the vicinity and jurisdiction of the Catholic Church."

The priest standing aside her nodded in agreement, "As will I. I refuse to stain the reputation of the Church."

"What about Asia then?" Shirou noted as his new partner was trying to hide from her former associates, "I understand that she has been excommunicated, but I won't abandon her here."

"I completely understand." The nun replied, nodding her head, "It speaks highly of you that you will not abandon someone that you had taken under your wing. However, Asia is unable to step foot anywhere in Vatican City. Though we have already made arrangements for her to stay in a hotel nearby.

"If that is alright with you Asia Argento, the former Holy Priestess."

Asia, who was still hiding behind Shirou's back, meekly replied, "Y-yes, that will be just fine. Thank you for considering my current conditions." Deeply bowing when offering her thanks.

The nun rubbed her forehead and sighed, "Let me cut to the chase. You were never supposed to be excommunicated."

Asia, who was still grabbing onto Shirou's shirt and rising from her bowing position, froze. "I-it wasn't supposed to happen? What do you mean by that? It was ferendae sententiae for apostasy and handed down by the ecclesiastical court. Their decision is final."

"Oh, you poor child. I guess you're too young, but you've never witnessed another ex-communication trial, have you?"

"I haven't. Were there any differences between my trial and others?"

"It was almost painful to watch." This time, it was the priest that spoke up. "Such a disgrace to our judiciary system. You weren't given a chance to defend yourself. You weren't given any witnesses. The judges handed down the decision almost immediately. No evidence in your favor was proposed. The ecclesiastical court is supposed to act as a neutral party. In your case, they were your executioner.

"The details surrounding the cause for your ex-communication were incredibly difficult to find. However, the actions were far too suspicious and coincidental to not include foul play. Somehow, a wounded Devil managed to get close to Church territory, near Rome, no less. Somehow managed to find you, one of the best healers available to us, and under heavy guard. Somehow convinced you to heal him, even though he is our sworn enemy. Somehow, your sacred gear, a device granted by God to fight against our enemies, worked on him. Somehow, just as you were done healing him, a Bishop discovered you. And somehow, he managed to escape our clutches while he was in the middle of our territory.

"With the evidence on hand, while it is a fact that you healed a Devil, you could have proved that you were coerced into doing so. If that had succeeded, your ex-communication would have been immediately overturned. Not only that, it would have highlighted corruption within certain members of the Church. And yet…well, here we are."

The nun turned her head and looked at her partner, "You weren't supposed to tell them the details yet. We were given explicit orders to only do so once they agreed to come with us."

The priest stared right back into her eyes, "I care not for their orders. It is not as if they can punish me. I shall only do as I see fit to preserve the justice left in our world. And if that means spoiling a minor point that we were planning on telling to them later, then so be it. But I refuse to hide the truth from them."

"And this is exactly why no one likes working with you."

"Oh, how you wound my heart. I know for a fact that you volunteered for this mission, already knowing beforehand that I divulge everything I deem necessary to ensure success in my missions."

"I didn't care whether or not you would have come. I just wanted to rectify one of our most recent mistakes. Speaking of which, we should really wrap this up. It is unprofessional to bicker in front of our guests."

"Oh, you and your professionalism and perfectionism. If you don't let that up, you'll lose your hair."

"I could say the same for you and your infatuation with justice." She once again tilted her head toward Shirou and Asia, "I hope that you will take my offer, as I can only propose it this one time. Emiya Shirou, on behalf of the Roman Catholic Church, my colleague and I extend our gratitude for protecting Asia Argento and request for you to come with us to Stato Della Città del Vaticano."

"I accept your conditions; however, my decision lies with Asia."

Shirou turned and looked at Asia. Her head was still down, and her entire body was trembling. Slowly, very slowly, she lifted her head and looked up. There was a faint smile on her face. A faint stream of tears glistened in the morning sun. Straightening her back, she deeply bowed once more.

"I gladly accept your generous concessions to provide for my wellbeing, and I will follow the premises stated in this verbal contract."

The nun walked up and cupped Asia's face in both of her hands. She knelt down and lifted her face up so that they were at the same level as each other. "It's ok, young lady. There is no need for you to express such gratitude for me or my colleague. It is what anyone with the most basic of faith in Him would have done."

She brushed away a tear, "In fact, your ex-communication has exposed the corruption rampant in the upper echelons of the Church. We had always known it had existed; it was just difficult to prove it. But now, we can purge away those that use the Church for power, money, and influence. And we have you to thank for it."

Asia nodded, only to get pulled into a hug by the nun. "You've had a long day. It's time for you to rest."

"Oh, come on!" The priest interjected, "You get on me for exposing classified information, and look at you now."

"What was it again? Oh, yea; I will divulge anything I deem necessary to ensure success in my missions."

"…We're leaving. Now."

"Can't fight against your own words, eh?"

"Shut up."

The nun barked out a laugh. She slung Asia, who had already fallen asleep, over her shoulder piggyback style and began to trek back through the woods.

"I hope that you can walk by yourself because I am not in the mood to carry you right now."

Shirou laughed, "I'll be fine. After all, I've been through worse."

The priest smiled and patted him on the shoulder, significantly harder than Shirou had expected. "Good. Is this your first time visiting the Vatican?"

They continued their small talk until they reached a small clearing. There, the leaves and grass had been cleared in order to make room for the magic circle on the ground. Once again, Shirou had no idea what the circle did, but he could infer.

"Is this what we'll be using to get back?"

"Yes," The priest confirmed, "It would be too conspicuous to just walk you right into the Vatican through Rome. Teleportation is also the most convenient form of travel too."

"Ah, I see…" Shirou replied, suddenly choking on his own saliva, "I'm sorry, but did you just say teleportation, as instantaneously moving teleportation? As in nigh true magic, teleportation?"

"Well, it is fairly simple magic. All you have to do is put some mana into a magic circle with the destination predetermined, and it will take you there. In this case, this one will take us to a hotel run by the Church near the Vatican."

It looked so simple. Just lines and shapes inscribed within a circle. Yet it was able to pierce through the space-time continuum and allow for immediate movement. Did it have to do with the kind of ink? Or the formation of the circles? Or was this just one part of a much larger and complex whole? Oh well, he was just a third-rate magus. He really did not care too much for how things worked, only their outcome.

"So, you just stand in the middle, put in your…mana, and just wait for it to work?"

The priest nodded, "Pretty much. You seem fairly clueless about simple magic for someone strong enough to defeat a fallen."

Shirou rubbed the back of his head and sheepishly chuckled, "Fairly clueless is an under exaggeration. My adopted father really did not want to teach me magic, and when he conceded, he kept as much information from me as possible."

"He seems like a smart man; however, I see that his best intentions have failed." The priest replied, nodding at Shirou's current condition.

"All right you two lovebirds! Get into this circle so we can go home!"

"Fine, fine. Coming mother!"

"Don't you dare call me th…" She was cut off as the circle activated and they were whisked away.

Teleportation was not how Shirou had expected it to feel. He did not feel his body being taken apart and reassembled. He did not feel any queasiness or dizziness. In fact, he had felt nothing at all. The light had flared up, then died down. And the scenery of the open forest was replaced by a dusty basement. The mildewy scent of old wood permeated his nose. Particles of dust floated into his eyes. A dim lightbulb barely illuminated the room. He had really traveled from the middle of Italy right into a basement in the center of Rome.

"Follow me."

They followed the nun out of the basement and into the lobby. It was pleasantly decorated and fairly small. A few couches lay off to the side facing each other, with a small table in the middle, and that was where the nun was heading. She lay Asia and gently shook her awake. Shirou decided to sit on the opposite side of the two of them, while the priest opted to remain standing.

Asia groggily woke up and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. She jolted up, locking eyes with Shirou and looking at the nun and her partner, before lying back down on the admittedly fluffy couch.

"My colleague and I managed to lengthen the time of our mission until 20:00. From now until then, you two are free to do whatever you want, as long as it is not illegal. You also cannot leave this hotel. If you need anything from us, just ask, and we will get it for you.

"The room on the left is Shirou's, while the room on the right is Asia's. Each one has the basic necessities, along with a change of clothes, toiletries, and some snacks. However, there are no personal bathrooms, and the communal one is at the end of the hall; males on the left, females on the right. I strongly recommend for you get some rest and sleep, especially you, Shirou, since you look positively horrendous. We are the only ones that are in here, but try not to go too crazy."

He could concur. He had gone through the hell of trekking through a massive cave system, fighting one of the most powerful servants, fighting a homicidal and absolutely batshit crazy priest, fighting a Fallen Angel, an ancient being made my God himself, and finally trekking through the Italian woods. All without sleeping. He was absolutely exhausted, and he was fairly certain that his sleep schedule was already screwed over.

He got up and headed towards his room, he opened the door and was pleasantly impressed by the interior. It was a comely little place, but he did not want to admire the room right now. Currently, he wanted to go wash his blood off of him. He took off his shoes and grabbed a change of white cotton clothes and a towel from the drawers, heading off to the bathrooms.

He quickly lathered up and furiously began to scrub off the blood from his body. His eyelids were heaving, and the comfort of the warm, steaming air around him did not help. It was taking a significant effort to not just fall asleep in the bathroom and finish up.

After what seemed like an eternity, he had managed to scrape all of the blood off of him, the dirt out of his hair and legs, and the sweat from his face. He quickly dried off, changed, and sprinted toward his room. There, he practically dove into the soft, embracing blankets and went out like a light.

Shirou opened his eyes. He had expected to see the wooden ceiling of the room he was currently sleeping in. But no, for instead of planks, there was a wide blue expanse of open sky filling his vision. He shot up, ready to trace Kanshou and Bakuya at a moment's notice. Was finding himself somewhere without any idea of how he got there a new trend or something? This had to be a personal record.

However, looking around cause all feelings of animosity to vanish into the wind.

For he was situated in the most beautiful place he had seen.

Words could not accurately describe the garden that he found himself in.

It was not human in nature, for it was far too beautiful to be human.

Every animal that walked.

Every flower that bloomed.

Every tree that yearned for the sky.

All that had lived and had lived.

Existed in this garden.

And while he was an idiot, he was no fool. Being in the Heavens' feel ritual forced him to have a basic knowledge of most mythology. And while there are many different gardens in myth, not one of them has the same renown as the one he found himself in. For he instinctually knew what it was.

The home of the first two humans.

The place from which they were expelled.

A utopia for all that lived.

Just being in its presence was able to cause him to feel more relaxed. It soothed the muscles. Calmed the nerves. Relaxed the mind.

"The Garden of Eden."

A joyous laugh filled his ears and a beautiful voice spoke to him, "I am glad you think so highly of my little project, little child. However, this is nothing but an imitation. For no matter how hard I try, no matter how much I emulate Him, no matter what I do, I can never by my Father."

Shirou turned to look at the Angel that had just spoken. He was not surprised by her presence, after all, there was no possible way that it was human. her voice was too smooth, too harmonious, too…perfect. He expected the Angel to be beautiful. He had thought that he was prepared.

He was wrong.

He had seen many beautiful women throughout his life. Even more from different memories. Many of whom wanted to kill him.

Sakura's beauty was corrupt.

Rider's beauty was terrifying.

Saber's beauty was regal.

Illya's beauty was doll-like.

However, they were all related to humans.

And she was anything but.

Twelve wings as pure as a mother's love spread from her back.

Curly blonde hair formed from the golden rays of the sun cascaded down her shoulders.

A halo of the whitest light sat suspended above the crown of her head.

A body that could cause Angels to fall.

A face full of the most childlike innocence and joy.

Yet her eyes seemed tired.

"This was my brother's attempt at recreating the haven of humanity. He had given it to me as a gift centuries ago, and I have taken care of it since then. This is where I spend the most time. This is one of my greatest treasures. However, it still pales in comparison to the original."

Shirou knew how that felt all too well. For his projections would never become the original. No matter how much prana he spent. No matter how much time it took to craft. No matter how in-depth he knew the history. A fake could never become the original.

But it did not have to.

"W-who are you?" He managed to stutter out.

She laughed, but it was not directed at him. "My apologies, I forgot that I had not introduced myself the first time that we met. Though I suppose you do not remember it."

He was absolutely sure he would have remembered meeting someone like her, "We've met before?"

"Yes, although I do suppose you were unconscious when that happened." She answered, "You appeared in front of the Gates of Heaven. Out of nowhere; with no prior warning. Do you know how much of a feat that is? No other person, Human, Devil, Fallen, or even other gods, reached where you stood without our permission. And you did it without us knowing you were there.

"To answer your previous question, I am the Seraph Gabriel. And I have a single request to make of you. However, let us take a walk through my little garden first."


A/N: I'm honestly surprised that more people didn't point out the awkwardness of my dialogue. I know full well that it's probably the weakest point in my writing. Here, I tried integrating more actions along side the words and I think it flowed better. The next chapter is supposed to tie some loose ends.

As for my updating schedule, well, can't really talk about something that doesn't exist. However, I'm going to try to write 500-ish words per day, leaving a few for editing and revisions or if I want to take a break. That means I'll try to get one out every two weeks. Hopefully.

Now on to the comments!

Keybladelight- We know full well that Shirou is going to have even more nightmares. As for the Excaliburs, well, you'll have to wait and see. As for Issei's Harem, he's going to keep it. It's not going to be the cannon harem, probably a little bit smaller, but most of the essential characters will remain in it. For Shirou's harem, I don't think that HF!Shirou would do that. Plus, it'll be fairly challenging to bring all of those characters together without rewriting their characters.

Zeryo- It's because Kanshou and Bakuya are in his own reality marble, along with Archer's. He doesn't need to use the arm to trace them, as he can rely on his own reserves, since they're fairly low tier to begin with. As for the tip, thanks.

R3born- I got a fair bit of reviews about Shirou not killing Raynare, both criticizing my decision and praising it. The main reasons for why he did so will be in the next chapter. However, I can't really kill of someone as integral to the plot as she is. Afterall, she was the one to kill Issei. As for Shirou killing people, here is what I think about it. He would kill anyone and anything for Sakura, however, he would not try to kill them if they did not concern her.

Oniele- :)

Krkovichsa- I think it's because we don't want to see one of our favorite characters suffer through trials and tribulations and that he can finally have the life that he deserves. Though Shirou is going to suffer a bit in mine (Sorry Shirou). As for the intro, it's probably one of the most used ways of reincarnating him. So, if you can give me any suggestions to spice it up, that would be great.

If Archer was sent into a mission, he would complete it, but he would despise every second of it. He's given up on his dream as a Counter Guardian. Though I agree that he is an incredibly interesting character. Pity that I can't really incorporate him into this story that much.

Warlord2303- No. Shirou is incredibly powerful, the only limitations being his prana supply. And with this being a world that is significantly denser in mana, he's going to have a fair bit of it. It also helps that in the grand scheme of things, Raynare is fairly weak.

The embodiment of Weirdness- I can't wait for it either. I'm definitely going to introduce them into the story earlier than cannon. It's probably the second most interesting thing that I want to write, the first being the Excalibur arc.

Oh, Sakura, forever awaiting her one true love. Or will she? Afterall, the Kaleidoscope is a very interesting thing. Honestly, I'm not entirely sure what to do with her. Her influence is going to be an incredibly important part to Shirou, however, I'm not really sure how to bring her to DxD verse, or if Shirou is going to go back.

CAD270895- Oh, she'll learn all right.

NovaWars- For Sakura, look above.

CAD270895- For Sakura, look above.

taiwoeretan1- It's probably my favorite route, but it hurt so much to watch.

Alexander Lawliet- much thanks

Guest-Questioner- Don't worry, Shirou is not going to be paired with Rias, as she's going to remain in Issei's Harem. As for Rias' betrothment to Riser, I'm changing it too. More politics, just with the Devils this time. Woo. Unfortunately, since this is mainly from Shirou's perspective, I won't be able to directly write about it. However, I am definitely going to talk about the outcomes from it.

Salvie- Wait and see.

Look2022- No problem. Getting more viewpoints is the basis of a democratic system, and one of the best ways for me to improve my writing.

Uday Sra- Thank you

HollowSeven- Don't worry, I'll try to explain in the next chapter. As for relevancy, he is going to shake the foundations of the mythological world. But he is going to be comparatively weak to begin with. I would say he's around high-Devil tier, which is similar to six winged Angels.

PsylentFox- Next chapter explanation. It's coming. However, I am fairly sure that it is cannon that Michael knew about Asia's excommunication. He just had to let it happen since Asia's healing went against God's system. And at this moment, Asia is important, but not the most important healer in the Church. After all, there are many copies of Twilight Healing and multiple holy maidens.

Yea, I can see how my story is a little fast paced. I'll see if I can flesh some things out better in the next few chapters. Though his purpose finding and his grieving will happen soon, there's a reason I haven't put it in yet.

As stated earlier, my dialogue definitely feels forced. Most especially in chapter 2. I hope it's better in this one though. Eventually, I will go back and revise the chapters, but only once I've gotten a better hang of writing.

Blankettt- Much appreciated. I'm glad that someone enjoys my little notes.

MetalBatt- Yea, just the DxD world in general is fairly interesting, but they really did the Heaven faction the worst. I could find very little about Uriel and Raphael in the DxD wiki before they were sealed. Like they don't even have an image, description of appearance, very little personality, and very little plot significance until they were sealed. So, it's time for me to create completely new identities for them, based off of information I find off of the internet on them, of course.

Don't forget to review, favorite, and follow! I'll see you all next time (Hopefully in two weeks).