I shudder from the temperature in the black void. What am I? Who am I not? Is there any difference between the two? Then a white light invades my eyes, where is it from?

Grass touches my back while my eyes threaten to close again. My legs and arms drowsed in laziness. I wish I could go back to sleep. Is there anything more comfortable?

I roll my body around until my belly hits something. My eyes widen at the strange object and I sigh at my misfortune. Some more sleep would be nice. I raise my arm and fumble around my belly, looking up for the block. I roll once again and notice the object beneath me. Oh yeah, I slept with my jacket .

I pick up the smartphone. I wonder what time it may be. Isn't this nine in the morning? Is this Sunday? I put my finger on the button of the phone. Nothing comes, not even the tiniest of vibrations. Well, It's time to plug in the charger-

Hold up a minute, where is the charger? Ah yes, in the house and where am I?

I raise my torso, look around and see a tree, a field of grass and a mountain, with the embers from the firepit stuck in the air. I sigh while facepalming at my peril, then frown at the sight of the black screen of my smartphone. This is Valm after all.

"You finally woke up."

I lift my head and see the rider already up and grabbing something from her wyvern's pouch, after which she walks over to me.

"Trouble with your thing?"

"Não tá carregando então cê sabe, né?" I reply, still a bit grouchy.

She blinks at me and then tries to smile as she says, "What?"

This doesn't look good at all.

"My, my. You must be feeling comfortable around me if you are using your language."

My eyes widen and I shake my head left and right. Oh, you idiot! She grins at my reaction.

"So-sorry. This object isn't… isn-'t…"

I roll my hand around as I try to remember the right word for it. Was it deschargé or not? I raise my head and lift my eyes. Will she even understand what I'm going to say?

"Doesn't. Yes, I don't have-ve the energy to… Damn it! I forgot the word."

She giggles and crouches to my level. Eye to eye. Damn, it's way too painful to maintain that kind of contact.

"You don't need to be so bashful." She puts her left arm up against her chin. "So, something is needed for it to work. Hopefully you will find a method again."

I tilt my head while frowning at her. How laughable, please find this mythical method.

"Anyways, here is some beef jerky," she says while she offers me the piece of dry meat. While one hand puts my cellphone back in my pocket, the other takes her offer, to which she offers a small smile before lifting herself and walking back to her wyvern.

I turn the piece and immediately eat it. it isn't the best, it has way more chew than what is comfortable, but breakfast is breakfast.

I get up and see the rider checking the content of her saddle's pouches before she mounts it and grabs the bridle.. "I hope we will be able to reach halfway through the mountain range," she says, stuck in place as she stares at nothing.

I stumble towards the wyvern and Cherche turns her eyes to me while she hums a song. I put my hands around the saddle and try to lift myself, but my arms burn and falter and I'm left panting. Why is my body failing me?

The rider extends her hand to me. "Do you need some help?"

I shrug my shoulders and grab her hand. She clutches and rips me away from the ground, one arm all she needs to pull me. It's all too quick and not before long, I'm right behind here. How the heck was she able to lift me that quickly?

She grins before unclutching her hand from mine and grabbing the bridle again. I shake my head, settle myself behind her, sit on the wyvern's skin, and put my arms around the woman.

Daily reminder to not get on her bad side.

The wyvern beats her wings, and little by little, her massive body rises from the ground. The rider turns around me and looks at me. "Ready for the flight?"

Ready for the flight? I give her a faltered smile and then reply, "Perhaps. I don't know, uh…" I move my right arm away from her and flick my hand. "Do what you want."

The woman gives me a grin and then turns back to the front. Fu-

"Minerva, you heard the small boy. To Jeunevesse, here we come!" She screams excitedly, the wyvern gruffing happily at her while her wings beat with more frequency. The weight beneath me turns into a feather. I scramble and clutch around the rider's waist and put my head against her back.

A swift wind passes through and my stomach freezes. My feet sweat from the lack of a surface. The air around makes my teeth clack against one another as I clutch to the only solid thing: Cherche.

I turn my head and see the field where we were standing earlier turning into tones of green and greys. Minerva's tail is straight like a flagpole, while my jacket waves around floating like a flag against a harsh window. I gulp at the sight and when I turn my head back to the rider, and turn my head to the left, keeping her height from blocking my view. The clouds are growing in size at an exponential rate.

What is the speed and angle they are aiming for? My body shakes from the fear and the gelid atmosphere, then the animal tilts to the side into a more straight angle, and the wyvern glides on the atmosphere and what is left is the skyline filled with clouds above us and the mountain standing in front of us piercing the sky.

I gulp in relief and frown, gnashing my teeth. How can someone hold onto such an animal with such calm!? How can someone hold such a beast and stay calm even when they're kilometers in the sky? It is scary, and what is scarier than noticing one's own uselessness?

She can thrive in this environment, several kilometers above the ground and kill every threat on sight. But what do I bring to the table? I'm just a guy from the 21st Century stuck in a European medieval setting made by a Japanese game developer. The woman can easily get rid of me, or kill me whenever she wants, and I can't do anything to her. I must find something or otherwise…

It's so funny that it makes me want to cry.

We pass around the mountain. Despite a few tones of green here and there on the rocks, it's a massive tower of gray. And when I turn my eyes to the ground, there are little peaks surrounding the range.

I gulp at the sight, before placing my head against her and sighing. Do not look at the ground, do not look at the ground.

"Did you have a good night of sleep?" the rider asks. A few seconds pass.

"Uh… I don't know," I reply, still groggy, and an image plays in my mind of me falling down from the wyvern and plummeting to my doom.

"How can you not know if you had a good night of sleep, sir?"

I ponder the question while humming. "Depends. Do you think not dreaming is something good or bad?"

She hums back. The atmosphere is grey, just like the mountain in front of us, which reminds me of the sunless days when time became stuck and I stared at the ceiling bored.

"I find dreams to be the sole thing that still gives me hope," Cherche says dejected. The tone stings while I gaze at the sky wistfully. The ground or her? Be careful, Gabriel.

I remove my right arm from her torso and gulp. My belly freezes at the thoughts, the what ifs playing in my mind as the acute sense deja-vu of this constant hellish reply occurs. I shake my head and lift my right arm, stretching it until I reach Cherche's head and pat her.

"Then it's bad," I reply absent-mindedly. Cherche turns her head around and gazes at me with confusion. I shrug with my left shoulder and pull my right arm back while holding to the rider.

I sigh.

Her reaction makes sense, it's like it was only two days ago that I met her-

Two days? That was it? It has only been two days? Two!? Oh my god, this isn't going to end well.

Doesn't help that I'm but another stranger in a world of strangers. Whatever I may know from the game, it is only a fragment of what is happening right now. Besides, do I know her well to relax around her? No, no way in hell. Remember, one step out of line and your head is rolling on the ground.

Still, such thoughts are less cold than the air around us. I shall never complain about the cold of airplanes again in my life. Gelid is an understatement, it's more like being hit by the freezing wind of Antarctica while naked, my body shudders at the temperatures.

"If I may, still not accustomed to the wind?" Cherche once again asks.

I let my face fall on her back and my reply came out muffled. "No. Are you?"

Cherche hums and replies with an indifferent tone. "Of course. Otherwise, I wouldn't be riding Minerva. If someone can't handle something-" her left arm lets go of the bridle and she waves it around, " as light as this air then you can consider yourself unfit for this art. But even then, you are trembling a lot even for someone who never rode a wyvern before.'' Her arm returns to the bridle when she's finished.

I mentally facepalm, before removing my head from her back and glaring at her head with my eyebrows furrowed. I'm going to pay to see this rider walking in the streets of Rio de Janeiro in the middle of the summer when it is 35 degrees celsius with a thermal sensation of about 40 degrees Celsius.

"I'm from Brazil and there is-isn't cold-d weather like this." Unless you count the south of the country. But then again, Forno de Janeiro exists.

She hums at my answer, before turning to me with furrowed brows. "I shall take a look at the map for where this land could be." Cherche states matter-of-factly before turning her head away from me.

Yep, still far away from anything similar to a friendship. Besides, that look from before. How can I explain Brazil is in another reality beyond this one? Damn, I have dug my grave even deeper than before.

I sigh at my predicament. In only two days, I have found a way to destroy the metaphorical bridge between us. Congratulations, smartass! What else can your useless mind do to destroy it further!?

I shake my head and whiff at myself. I turn my eyes away from the woman and look down to the world. The clouds are opening up, revealing a little bit of the sun and illuminating the drab grey hue of the atmosphere to a more vibrant hue of blue. Mountain ranges pepper the scenery around me and underneath the tangled tapestry of peaks, there are trees.

I lose my breath at the vibrant sight. Only a few kilometers separate us from the ground. Only that. It is just like when an airplane lands and the tiny dots on the ground turn into more complex shapes.

I turn away from it and mutter, "Can I ask-ask a question?"

Cherche nods.

"What is the name of this place?"

"Montigris," the red or pink-haired woman replies in an instant. "Or to be more correct, Massif Gris."

I blink at the answer. 'Grey'? A bunch of people came in here and thought a mountain was just grey? Why am I not surprised?

"Just Montgris or Massif Gris? Sorry, but-t-t-t isn't this a bit..." I hum while trying to find the word, tapping my fingers against Cherche's armor. "Generic?"

Cherche snickers at the comment, her right hand going from the bridle to her mouth. "What else do you want it to be? Montgrand or only Mont? This name is fine as it is. Names don't need to be creative to make them work."

I tilt my head at her answers and frown. C'mon, they could be a little bit more creative! Then again some French colonists thought that Real Mountain was an excellent name for a city, and Rosanneian is just like French.

Oh no.

"Mhmmm, then how wide might this place be?"

Cherche remains silent for a few seconds.

"We are still at the beginning of the Massif Gris. Montgris happens to be the tallest of all of them. There is is still so much of this mountain range that we need to fly over," she finally answers.

I frown, my hands filling with sweat. Great, that is why I needed to hear right now.

"How many hours left?"

"Don't worry about that. Just focus on holding tight."

"How do you know!?"

"Your arms tend to tighten around me when you are tense."

But it has been only two days! How the hell could she know that?

"That is easily noticeable in beginners. They tend to hold onto the nearest object when flying."

I blink at her. "I don't know what to say."

I hear Cherche giggles. Even the wyvern whiffs. I tilt my head once again and see a snicker on the woman's face.

I frown at that. "How is this funny?" Is valmese sense of humor able to hear people? If so, then it's no wonder why Virion escaped, he only had a very valmese sense of humor when he heard about the conquering rampage of Walhart.

The red-haired woman's laughter dies down to a snicker."It isn't funny at all. But, If I may apologize for the insult, that deadpan voice of yours combined with your lack of stuttering this time made for a most amusing contrast"

I open my mouth before shutting it and then opening and closing it all over. How the heck is someone supposed to reply to that?

Cherche chirps at my antics. "You are one of those easily flustered. Duly noted.''

She then goes back to riding the damn wyvern. I blink at the events so far and crash my head against her back. In spite of the thud, she continues unperturbed.

Silence reigns. The clouds all dispersed and now there is only the sun in the sky, watching his kingdom from afar. The rays of it warm my entire body from the frigid wind, a brief period of respite against the freezing climate. But because of that, Cherche's armor heats up alongside it and I have to gulp. How long will it take before it's too hot to touch? Besides, isn't this going a bit too slow?

I break the silence with the most childish question possible. "How long will it take before we arrive?"

"Someone is in a hurry!" Cherche chirps before reaching out to my arm with her right hand, pulling it to her side and turning with her brow furrowed. "Are you too preoccupied with being afraid of falling down?"

Her tone is serious. The playful nature from before evaporated.

What?

I turn away from her and I gruff to myself. Damn it, damn it! How could such a question even make her react this way?

My shoulders drop and I look to the ground. What am I doing right here?

"No. It's something-ng-ng else," I tell her.

"Please, look at me."

I turn away from the ground and back to her, and she gives me a faint smile. "Much better. So please tell me what is happening."

I sigh at her, rolling my eyes. Great, you screwed up a lot.

"I think-nk that I'm being-ng a bit…" I stutter on my words. What was the french term for weight? "Annoying." That word will do for now. "I'm not capable of-of withstanding such a wind. But you have lost time on-on teaching on hold-ing-ing on a wyvern. How much time have you wasted on me?"

Cherche shakes her head, a faint grin on her face, and moves the hand that was holding my arm over to my shoulder. "Please, don't worry about that. It wasn't a waste of time at all. For a person who has never ridden - let alone seen - a wyvern before, it could have gone much worse. Besides," She removes her hand from my shoulder and then waves with her index finger, chuckling. "I will not allow anyone following me to fall to their death because of a careless mistake."

I blink at her then glare confused. Are you sure you wouldn't allow me to fall to the ground?

"How? I don't get it. I have wasted your time, you know?"

Cherche sighs and gives me a faltered smile, but keeps staring me in the eyes. That staring makes me turn back to the scenery.

"Considering how little we have been working together, it would only be wasted time if you weren't able to fly with me. Considering your frail constitution, even the fact you are able to hold onto me is a feat in and of itself."

Still very much befuddled, I whisper,"Ok, I think."

Cherche pats my shoulder and turns her head away from me, grabbing the bridle with both hands again.

"Now, focus. In a matter of two weeks or so, we shall arrive in the capital. And then I will decide what might be the best course of action, as well as what you shall be doing."

I nod to that.

Still, doubts linger in my mind like a buzzing mosquito looking for blood. What use am I to her? Why is she still putting up with me, considering my lack of skill? The more I know, the less I know.

"Minerva, please look out for Gabriel.''

Minerva and the short man stare at each other, with the latter frowning at her. Both of them then turn to me, Minerva with worried eyes as she lets out an annoyed gruff.

"Do you think that is a good idea?" the short man asks as he takes another glance at Minerva, who opens her maw at him, showing her fangs. Gabriel shudders at the sight and steps away from her. I put my hand against my eyebrows, furrowing them.

"It's for the best. You don't have any combat abilities to defend yourself. Leaving you alone would be imprudent on my part."

The man stretches his back and arm, sighing and then muttering something in his tongue.

Minerva lets out gruff noises in protest, beating her wings and thumping against the ground. I stare her in the eyes as I say, "You shall watch over him."

Minerva stops her thumping and folds her wings, looking dejected as she does so. I approach her and rub her head, to which she gurgles happily.

"Don't be angry, Minerva. You just need to watch out for him. I will be back to you before long."

She whines when I remove my hand.

"As I said, I will return before long. Besides," I point to the little man as I put my head closer to one of her eyes. "I hope you can restrain him if he does anything that may sabotage us."

Her whining stops as she fixes her eyes on the man. He turns his head. "Why-y is your wyvern staring at me?"

I pat Minerva's head. "She is only watching over you. No need to worry."

He frowns at me. I walk over to him, my shadow covering him from top to bottom. His head is the height of my shoulders as he lifts it to look at me and I lower mine.

"If you don't believe me, that is fine. Minerva will not bite you. I give my word." I put a hand on my chest.

He sighs. "If you say so…"

I smile, before turning my back to him and walking toward the forest. Before entering, I turn my head one last time to both of them. Minerva whimpers as she stares into my eyes, which doesn't subside even as I smile at her. On the other side, the little man gulps and slowly breaths in and out, rocking his torso.

I turn my back and enter the forest with a weight on my shoulders. Poor Minerva and Gabriel. I hope they can work together, otherwise it be

As I enter the forest, the foliage gets thicker and the branches stretch from one tree to another. My sabaton clangs against the ground, with the birds chirping in the background.

Something thumps against my sabaton, and I gaze down. A stag beetle is throttling against my foot, hitting the metal with its adorable horns until it stops, deciding instead to walk over my foot.

I lower myself and pick up the little insect with my hand and I put the halberd standing against my right shoulder. The beetle's wings beat against the palm of my hand as it flails its limbs. I put it against the palm of my other hand.

The beetle stops moving, standing still. A smile crosses my face. It is just like Minerva's horns, and a temptation comes to my mind. I pet the beetle's horns as if they were Minerva's. If only I didn't have something else to do!

I put the animal back on the ground and let it walk on with its life.

I walk to the bark of the tree and sit down against it. If I were some kind of animal like a goat, what would I do while I walked in such a forest? Perhaps eat some leaves here and there and look forward to eating something better than this not nutritious food.

A goat. A big goat should be enough for the three of us, at least for a couple of days until we can reach father's castle.

I close my eyes. Some pines thud to the ground, some birds cheerfully sing in the forest but soon it all dies down to a monotony. Nothing, not even the sound of someone stepping on sticks or leaves on the ground. There is absolutely nothing.

I open my eyes, sighing. At this rate, there shall be nothing to bring back to Minerva and the stranger by the end of the day. I can't allow that to happen.

I tighten my grip on the halberd and raise myself from the ground. There has to be something to hunt, whatever it may be. There has to be something big enough to find that can feed Minerva. If I have to wrestle a bear for it, I shall. They are nothing compared to a wyvern.

I plant the halberd in the ground and crouch down, pushing leaves and sticks aside. There is unfortunately nothing on the ground aside from the grass sticking out.

I grab the halberd again and move forward. The ground takes a steep incline eventually, and I have to use the halberd as a walking stick.

The trees become smaller and more apart from each other as the number of dead leaves decreases. The grass occupies the vast majority of the ground and cloudless sky reveals itself, along with the rays of the sun.

Even as the light blinds me, I still see a horned shape standing on the path I'm walking. As I squint my eyes, I notice it's gazing at the ground.

I stop walking, put my halberd to the front and regain my pace. The creature lifts its head and stares at me. It turns around and jumps away from me.

I run toward the creature, my armor clanking as I climb the enclave. On top of it, I see the goat running to my left, on the edge of a small cliff. I bit my tongue and walk in its direction.

The armor weighs me down as the goat hastens its pace. I keep running and ignore the steep curve and how it makes my feet stand at half an angle.

After a few minutes, the goats slow down and I increase my pace in spite of my armor and the sweat dripping from my brow. I hold up my breath and aim for the animal.

With one swift motion, I arrive just a few steps away from the goat, release my breath and poke the tip of the halberd at its gut.

The goat kicks at me, but the motion sends it toward the incline and makes it fall down, a loud snap following right after.

With that, I slowly reach the animal's carcass, washing sweat away from my forehead with my hand. After that, I strap back my halberd and place the goat's body over my shoulders.

This is going to be enough to feed Minerva, but I had better pack up on dried meat once we reach home.

I gaze at the wyvern and the wyvern gazes back at me. Minerva, Minerva. How am I supposed to interact with this creature?

As she flicks her tongue to me, a morbid question enters my mind: does she see me as food?

I tap my right foot as I wait for the pink-haired rider to come with the next meal. I grab my dead cell phone and stare at my reflection. Great, just plain great. We go from the burning sun to seeing dragons for the first time. Talk about a change of scenery. Chance of getting home: zero to none.

Minerva steps closer to me and gazes at the black screen of my phone. I blink at the wyvern while she opens her maw to what must be a weird object to her. I lift the phone away from her powerful maw, putting it inside my jacket's pocket.

"No, this isn't food."

The wyvern stares at me, tilting her head. I blink at her, before sighing to myself. The first thing to do when Cherche returns is ask how she can translate whatever this wyvern is trying to say.

"Did you understand me?"

Minerva stares at me blankly.

I put my hands on my hips and gaze at her pupils. "Do. You. Understand. Me?"

The wyvern yawns at me and we go back to the staring contest. I let my head fall and scratch my hair. Another day to the pile of rather long days.

What am I supposed to do? How does a typical reptile like to be treated?

I put my left hand underneath my chin and stroke it, circling around myself as the wyvern continues gazing. Does this lizard have feelings or something close to that?

Didn't the lady pat her head?

I snap my fingers, stop moving and turn to the wyvern. Minerva gruffs at me. Sweat pours down my brow as step after step I approach the creature, but she steps away from me, craning her neck away from my ever-close praying hands.

C'mon, it's just a head pat. Don't you like head pats, Minerva?

My hand approaches the scaly head of the lizard, hovering above the area between her ears, but just as it's about to land on her, she jumps away from me and makes me jump as well, making my butt fall to the ground.

I frown and pinch my brows. It's easier to understand whatever the hell a grindcore vocalist sings without the lyrics on hand than to understand what happens inside this animal's brain.

I lift my torso away from the ground and ruffle my shoulders. If only I had brought a book. At least I could deal with boredom. But alas, I have to deal with you, Minerva.

I yawn.

Maybe I should find a place to rest my eyes for a bit, but where?

I look around. In front of me there is a dense forest and on the other side a steep incline. The area is in the valley right in the middle of these two things. So only this area?

I put my knuckles underneath my chin and let it rest for a moment there, closing my eyes. A few whiffs of sleep never hurt anyone right?

A scaly texture rubs against my back. It's a tad comfortable, better than feeling soggy grass against my back.

How much I would kill to be in a comfy bed…

I smack my lips as figures form underneath my eyelids. The bed where I could be, a pile of books by my side without her in sight. What a heaven.

A tickling makes my body shiver as I fall deeper into my slumber.

A roar wakes me from my dreams. I shake my head and lift myself . What is happening!?

Minerva circles around me. I blink as I stare at people coming out of the forest with axes and swords in their hands.

"Minerva, we must get out of here!" I say as I grab the wyvern's satchel, putting myself on the saddle. "Fly away! Fly! Apenas voa cacete!"

She doesn't beat her wings, and stays still as people with swords and axes come for us.

"Damn it! Move, move!"

She doesn't move any muscle. Do you want to get us killed?

"What-t-t-t the hell are-re-re doing!?"

As the bandits approach my position, pictures of my dead body come to my mind like wildfire, from a mild one of an axe stuck to my head, to more severe ones.

"Apenas faça alguma coisa, eu te imploro!"

I beat unto her scaly skin, panting. Minerva gruffs at me. I shrug my head. I'm done, I'm truly done.

I laugh as my voice frays and gaze at the gruff bandits. I sigh. My time has come, hasn't it?

"Nada para fazer, hein? Que droga!" I mutter to myself, letting my head fall and stop moving my limbs.

Just do it already!

Minerva suddenly jumps from her position, making me rise from my saddle and stay in the air for one second. Then, the reptile slams the ground and ,with the inertia, my butter gets hit, a stinging pain soon arrives with me out of breath.

There is a bandit's head in Minerva's maw, whose body is ripped away as she tosses it around and toward the trees. Another of the henchmen looks at the animal with fury and rushes her in anger.

She swiftly turns around, making me dizzy. Her tail hits the man as I try to hold onto her. Another one comes in front of her, but she mauls and tears him to pieces.

She gazes at the remaining marauders, who look at her with abject terror. One is close to the forest and runs away while the others stay still.

Before long, Minerva bolts into action against the latter. I clutch my hands on the saddle, putting my head against it.

A stomping sound like an exploding watermelon comes from the other side. Screams come from every direction. I lift my head and, as I gaze around me, find only body parts scattered around.

"Minerva, obrigado!" My voice comes out strained. I get off the saddle, but the height difference makes me fall to the ground. My back hurts while I catch my breath and rub my eyebrows.

Minerva approaches me, glaring back at me with her maw shut. Is she going to do something!?

Perhaps, this will appease her. I raise my hand to pat her head, but she refuses that and moves her head out of my reach and steps away from me.

Should I consider myself lucky?

"What has happened!?"

That exclamation came from behind me. I push my head against the ground, raising my body and seeing the world upside down. The pink-haired rider's eyes are wide open and she is carrying a massive goat around her shoulders, her halberd held in her hands.

I rise from the ground, my legs feeling like jello while I tumble to meet her. I point to the scene around me and my voice comes out frayed. "Bandidos. Bandits everywhere. But-but…" The words don't come and I point to the wyvern. "She.. she.."

I smack my face at my jumbled-up sentence. What the hell did I just say?

The first thing I feel is the rider putting her right hand up to my head and sighing in relief. "You are safe and well."

I rub my eyebrows in frustration. "Sorry for the bad message."

She shrugs. "No need for apologies, there wasn't anything that angered me," she says before walking towards her wyvern and patting her. "You were a good girl, Minerva. Thank you so much for helping him."

As she talks, she puts the carcass up to the saddle.

"I should have scouted the place. I apologize for that."

I shrug. "No need to." I put my hand in front of my face and scrape my face from brows to chin. "I just need a breather before we go anywhere."

She nods. "After you have rested, we will head for my parent's castle. Hopefully, you shall get better from today's attack."

I nod back "I hope so as well."

If only I were more useful…

Well, it has been a whole 10 months since the last chapter dropped. I apologize for the lack of releases this year. This chapter had already been done in february but only right now, have I been able to get over and see the changes my beta reader made. Only this month, I have actually somewhat started to get some enough control of my life to make writing and editing possible.

Considering the wait, it feels a bit of a lackluster chapter for me. However, I have now an idea where the story is going to go from this chapter and on. Hopefully, the next chapter will not have that long of a waiting time

Thanks for reading the chapter and special thanks to Cavik for beta reading. Sorry if the grammar was bad, I'm still trying to get better.

I know it's a little bit of an unrelated topic for this fic, but for Detachment's reader: The progress is going rather slow but it's going. Don't know when I'm going to be finished working on it but I shall try to finish it this year. Sorry for it taking that long, but I really want to make the last arc something worth reading.

Conri Nightwalker: Honestly, I don't feel I'm writing nor understanding Cherche very well, but it might be my own self-loathing talking louder. Glad you enjoy it, though.

SirAlphonso: Glad you find it interesting. I know it isn't detachment but hope you enjoy this fic.