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Chapter 27

The resonant sound of innumerable knights ridding on their horses could be heard echoing throughout the Riverlands as they ventured further into the heart of the region. It was common knowledge among those familiar with Ser Gregor Clegane's infamous reputation that Tywin's ruthless henchman would never yield to them. The Mountain would rather take his chances and leave Westeros than be humiliated before the court. Therefore, it was inevitable that a fierce and sanguinary clash would soon ensue. And maybe that was the reason why some of them seemed to be rather anxious.

Or quite joyful if one were asked the right person. "Would you stop singing?" The Hound grumbled loudly as Oberyn simply glanced back at him.

"Why? You don't like my voice?" Oberyn teased back as their horses grumbled at the unspoken tension between them. "I've been on a long journey to meet your brother, and I'm starting to feel bored. What else should I do to cure my boredom when no women are around?"

Despite his looks and ruthlessness, the Hound was an astute and discerning individual, keenly aware of Oberyn's intentions. Despite the apparent amusement in his gaze, the Hound detected an unmistakable glint of danger that resembled a stealthy serpent coiled and poised to strike. Being no fool, the Hound was resolute in his determination not to let Oberyn's subtle threats intimidate him in any manner.

"I don't care, just stop your fucking singing."

Sandor Clegane muttered angrily, riding forward away from Oberyn, who chuckled internally, realising the Hound did not take his bait. Nevertheless, Oberyn glanced at this side where Brienne and Sebas were riding and couldn't help but notice something on the supposed butler of the queen. Oberyn has a good eye for threats. It was a sort of inner animal sense. But with one look, Oberyn could sense that Sebas was hiding something. What was it? He couldn't quite put a name to it. Yet, he would like to believe that he wasn't the only one who thought how strange it was out of nowhere. A bearded man who seemed to be an old knight of a foreign kingdom no one knew about and became so close to the queen, so fast.

Naturally, Oberyn took an interest in this person, particularly in how Sebas conducted himself and interacted with others. Oberyn prided himself on being someone who knew how to read people. But with Sebas, it was truly hard to see just what type of person the butler was.

So the only way to know for sure was for Oberyn to speak with Sebas.

"My good lord Sebas," Oberyn called as Sebas rode his horse; he smiled gently at him as Brienne was simply next to him, sharing the same sort of thoughts as Oberyn. She was as well, quite intrigued by Sebas' sudden appearance.

"Please, Prince Oberyn, I am not lord. Just call me Sebas. There is no reason for using such a term with me," Sebas replied with a gentle voice. "I am but a butler."

Oberyn smiled. "That may work with someone else, but I can see by the way you ride, how you walk, and the way your body is built. You're a warrior. Maybe an exiled knight o something close to that?"

Sebas raised a curious eyebrow. "An exiled knight? What make you believe that?" Sebas asked curiously.

"I have a good eye for people, accents, and women," Oberyn replied with a smile. But then again, Sebas chuckled in a good manner.

"I am not a knight. But my mentor was," Sebas said, remembering the advice his lady told him about telling his background. A made-up one that he must learn to the smallest detail. Yet, one that was carefully linked to his existence. After all, for Sebas, Touch-Me was a knight of justice. His creator and the person he owned everything held the ideas of chivalry and knighthood to a high standard. And while, Sebas wasn't a knight, technically speaking. Sebas had the soul of one and lived to the expectation of one.

"Your mentor? You were a squire, Ser?" Brienne asked, intrigued by the old man.

Sebas pondered what to say but decided to nod. He decided to use that to his advantage. "You could say that. He taught me everything I know about what a knight should do."

"Like what?" Oberyn asked Sebas, who almost immediately recalled those words integrated into his mind.

"The strong should always protect the weak," Sebas replied firmly, which caused a sudden reaction from Brienne and Oberyn, who noticed that tone with full admiration and determination. "My mentor told me that those who do not save the weak cannot call themselves strong."

Those were not just words to Seba; he genuinely believed them. Brienne seemed to share his sense of honour, duty, and justice. So the woman nodded at him, now truly seeing why the queen does like having him near her. Still, people like Oberyn, who see the world in more shades of grey colour, could only chuckle to themselves at such a way of thinking.

"I must say, that seems like quite the chivalrous way of thinking," Oberyn replied, smirking, as Brienne frowned at him. "A bit naive if you allow me words."

"You don't agree with the idea of protecting innocent people, Prince Oberyn?" Brienne inquired as the Red Viper cast his sarcastic but sincere gaze. They were devoid of hatred but rather a harsh, unfiltered awareness that the world was not kind to individuals like Sebas. Their mortality rate was quite high.

One had to look at Eddard Stark, an honourable man with a bastard son. Oberny knew there were few men like him, but it was proof that even the most respected man in Westeros was still imperfect.

"I do agree, my fair lady. There are always people to protect. I wish to be a person capable of defending those in need," Oberyn said, however lingering in his voice. A sense of guilt and anger could be sensed, as Oberyn could only think of his sister and her children. "But we live in a world when even the most honourable person can be deceit by the flesh of a beautiful woman and a knight bought by the notion of loyalty of his lord."

"That's quite a cynical way to look at knighthood and honour, my prince," when Brienne heard Oberyn belittle the position of a knight, she immediately responded with a tone of voice that made it plain she was upset.

"You're absolutely correct, yet our perspectives change throughout life. I am no longer a child who believed in knights of shining armour."

"I see..." Brienne muttered as she kept on ridding.

Yet, Oberyn looked at Brienne with an intriguing look on his face. "What about you, my fair lady? You served the pretender, Renly. Now, you're trying to serve his niece. Don't you agree that your honour is quite flexible?"

Brienne kept her face stoic but began to realise what Oberyn was searching for in her response. She truly would not give him the satisfaction of making her doubt her resolution. "Renly always spoke of his niece in high regard. He cared for her."

"Cared enough to take her birthright," Oberyn added, but Brienne ignored the statement.

"Nobody knew where the queen was while Joffrey was king. Everyone thought she was dead or still captured. The outcome may have been different then. Still, this is something only the gods can answer. On the other hand, Renly would have wanted nothing but the best for his niece. And if I can be of assistance to her and keep her safe. Then I shall do so with my last breath."

Oberyn now smirked at Brienne in a flirtatious manner, loving the determination of the tall woman next to him. "Such determination. I am sure you'll achieve more. If it was possible, would my fair lady spend some time with my paramour and me back in King's Landing? We'll love to hear more about your determination."

Brienne shook her head firmly, looking both stunned, flustered, and amused. "No."

Oberyn chuckled but accepted the reply. "Shame. My paramour would love to hear more about you. She likes fit women, and you're truly a woman fitting to be a future queensguard."

"I thank you, my prince," Brienne drawled slowly.

Sebas deepened his humming while maintaining his silence. There was no need for him to make any more comments. It was quite evident that Oberyn was the kind of individual who lived in a world that was at least somewhat ambiguous. Or Sebas was the one who pondered the possibility of such a perfect world. Yet, he was also quite glad to meet such a woman like Brienne. True, that humans offered next to nothing to her lady's defences. But it may be that she likes them having them around as a reminder of why she was in this world.

Still, as they continued to ride further into the Riverlands, Sebas soon enough noticed a group waiting for them ahead.

"Some is ahead," Sebas stated, as the rest looked confused at him before, soon enough, they watched a banner. Or, well, no banner at all. But a large group of people gathered atop a ridge, in a great position to ambush the queen's forces.

"Hold," a voice called, holding a bow in his hand, ready to shoot. "Whose banner you hold?"

"The queen's banner," Brienne stated loudly, and a few mutters could soon be heard. Then a loud laugh was heard, and soon a man with a quiet upkeep look appeared.

"Thoros of Myr, what the fuck are you doing here?" Sandor exclaimed.

"Keep the countryside in one piece," Thoros replied with a quite drunk tone of voice.

"Why? The war is over," Brienne replied. "Shouldn't you put your swords down?"

"The war may be over, but there are a lot of bands trying to prey on the weak. We've been cleaning this land for a while now. But, there is still one group that is causing quite the uproar..."

"The Mountain," Oberyn stated as Thoros bowed his head at him.

"Prince Oberyn, it has been a while," Thoros chuckled while drinking his ale.

"Indeed. I never thought that the so-called Red Wizard would be out here and not in some tavern in King's Landing," Oberyn jested as Thoros chortled loudly.

"Even ungodly men such as me still answer the call," Thoros then approached the party as the rest of the Brotherhood put their weapons down. "I can say that watching such a large group of armoured men ridding in this direction, with the Hound, the Prince of Dorne and Renly's previous kingsguard, means that you're hunting them."

"We are to take the Mountain and his men alive... for them to answer to the crimes against the crown," Brienne stated, but that made the Brotherhood laugh for some reason. "Something funny?"

"We mean not to insult you, my lady. But taking the Mountain alive is quite the task. He has 500 riders with him, and all of them are as ruthless and crazy as him. I doubt they'll surrender."

The Hound growled as he sneered down at Thoros. "Where is he?"

Thoros smiled at the Hound, almost amused by the sheer desperation Sandor had written all over his face. "The Hound and his men are ridding towards Harroway. It seems they would follow the Red Fork until reaching the Trident, in which I believe they'll try to take a ship to Essos."

"Leaving...?" Brienne exclaimed, surprised that they had exiled themselves from Westeros.

"Now that the Mountain has lost the protection of his sire. He knows he can't stay in this place. Lots of people want him dead," Thoros smirked, watching the Hound and Oberyn's faces. "So, if you allow us. The Brotherhood, without Banner, still has a duty to uphold. And it's to bring the Mountain to justice. Please allow us to join you. The bigger the number, the better, aye?"

"I don't fucking care... you keep that fucking flamming sword away from me before I shoved it in your ass."

As Thoros bowed in a comedic manner, the Hound hissed in annoyance. Sebas avoided participating in the discussion since it was not his duty to protect everyone, just a few people. However, the Mountain, according to what he has been told, developed a reputation for himself as a very horrible person. One that even tested Sebas's limited tolerance. Still, Sebas hope to end this job fast.

After all, he sensed that something would happen soon that would require his presence in King's Landing. But what it was, it was hard to say.


Galadriel smiled and waved at the people from King's Landing as she stood before a new building, recently constructed. It was a school for children, a new one since the last one was destroyed during the battle. But besides truly trying to increase Westeros's education and improve the life quality of the people of her kingdom. Galadriel was using these moments for propaganda.

So this is what it feels like to be a president? Doing press conferences and all of that? Galadriel couldn't help but wonder.

Nevertheless, Galadriel needed to be out there, showing that she was the "Queen of the People" or whatever they wanted to call her. She has so many names now that Galadriel just doesn't know anymore. Also, to solidify her reputation across Westeros and slowly shift the power from the Great Lords of Westeros into her. That would take time, but it was an endeavour worth the gamble for her. Educating the people of Westeros and slowly pushing them away from the Medieval settings they were all living in would allow her to fully control the continent in a few years, maybe decades. But waiting for it to happen was all fine for Galadriel. She could be patient and see how the wheat grows.

Thankfully the wars caused the Great Houses' wealth to decrease, and so were their forces. Now, they were in debt to her bank and soon would slowly push bills and reforms that would take nobles' powers away. But not in such a rapid manner. Galadriel's dreams of an empire were just beginning, but for now, she keeps doing this.

Just wave and smile. Galadriel waved at the people cheering around her—just wave and smile.

"Seven bless you!"

"We are blessed to have you as our queen!"

"Look, Mother! It's the Divine Queen!"

"May the Father and Warrior protect you, your Grace!"

Galadriel awkwardly waved, still not getting used to all that praise. This is harder than it looks! Galadriel coughed awkwardly as she now stared at the children all looking at her with those shining bright eyes.

"Children of King's Landing," Galadriel's voice echoed throughout the place as hundreds of people just listened carefully to each word she said. "The Crone taught us that wisdom comes from education, and... uh, that bringing the power of knowledge to the masses will allow us to enrich our future and quality of life," Galadriel stopped while trying to think in some wise words. "And that... uh... each one of us needs to see it fulfilled a role in society. So, it is with this school that children will learn to craft their own future. One word at a time!"

What did I just say? Galadriel thought nervously, but soon, the common folk cheered widely as if her words made perfect sense. I really need to prepare more speeches. I am running dry.

After everything settled, Galadriel walked on the streets of King's Landing once more, this time to see the ongoing reconstruction. A dozen Lannisters, Golden Cloaks, and her Queensguard maintained watch around Galadriel, keeping a wary eye on the crowds of people around them.

"Wonderful speech, your grace," Ser Barristan smiled while Galadriel cringed slightly.

"Aye, it was... quite the speech," Gendry scoffed playfully, earning a few glares from Galadriel, who huffed. "One word at a time!"

"It's hard to come up with speeches every day, you know?" Galadriel replied, a bit insulted. "I spent all my time re-writing the entire crowning speech and the great inauguration of the Royal Crown's ship! And the new healer's building!"

"Ah, that was a beautiful speech," Jaime added with a smile. "Very moving."

"See! Thank you, uncle. At least you know how much I work for those speeches. Unlike Gendry here."

"I didn't say it was a bad speech, your Grace," Gendry replied, smirking. "Just quite... dull."

Galadriel's large black wing smacked Gendry on the head, earning a few chuckles.

"Shut it," Galadriel replied with a huff.

"Ouch," Gendry groaned, surprised at how hard those wings could hit. "So rude."

"You earn it," Mya smirked before giving Galadriel a flirtatious look, which made Galadriel smile back. So needy. Galadriel could not help but notice that Mya had become quite voracious regarding their private time. Almost way too open about it. It wasn't a bad thing, at least not for Galadriel. However, Galadriel has also noticed Arianne becoming even more aggressive with her advances. The Martell princess truly wanted to bed her. And the same could be said about Margaery. But of course, each had their different reasons, Galadriel believed.

Arianne wanted to bed her, not only because she was a lustful woman. But she wanted to establish a sort of connection with her to procure Martell's influence in court. Arianne and her family believed that they had the upper hand, so to speak when it came down to influencing her in a decision that could benefit Dorne as a whole.

Margaery was just a little behind, and ever since, the war has ended. The Tyrell family has ended up in quite a precarious position. Olenna Tyrell slowly understood that their being in debt with the bank and the crown truly pushed them into a place of true danger. Margaery was, technically speaking, their hostage for the next ten years. And while it didn't mean Tyrell had no more children to marry off later. It still put them in a position where they needed to be cautious. They needed to get into the queen's good side fast.

So, Galadriel was going to reap the benefits soon. But how? Galadriel would have to improvise.

After walking for a while, Galadriel suddenly felt a prickling sensation on the back of her neck, as if someone was watching her. Her skills allowed her to sense a group of people following her. She turned around to find a group of people eyeing her intently, causing her to furrow her brow in confusion. Uh? Mercenaries are still hiding in King's Landing. Galadriel was confused about how they were still alive. She was sure that her agents had killed them all. Could it be more of them that arrived not too long ago? Again, that was hard to believe since Galadriel had eyes across the Narrow Sea. On Pentos, Braavos, Tyrosh, Myr and Lys. Only arrives at King's Landing, or Westeros, for that matter, with her knowing.

Galadriel's paranoia got the best of her, no doubt. But simultaneously, she was curious about how they pulled something like this off. Nevertheless, their objective was clear.

Mm, they don't seem to be... special. They are Humans... still how? Galadriel pondered as she continued to walk on the streets, feigning ignorance. They could've entered King's Landing one by one. It could be something like that. My spy network is not as foolproof as I thought.

However, soon enough, Galadriel noticed Ser Barritan and the rest of the Queensguard getting closer to her. Their faces changed, and their hands were on their weapons. Oh, this is a good moment to see how good they are in public settings.

Galadriel then looked at them with puzzlement or tried to look like them. "Ser Barristan?" She asked, faking confusion.

"We are being watched, Your Grace," the old knight replied, looking around.

The tension was palpable, and each step they took could be the last one. That sounded dramatic, but everyone around her was on edge. Galadriel was trying to figure out how to strengthen her spy network. It was clear she needed to expand it beyond the Narrow Sea.

Soon, an arrow struck one of the Lannister's soldiers in the shoulder. And with that, an ambush began.

"Protect the Queen!" Ser Barristan yelled as a small skirmish began in the street of King's Landing. Galadriel acted like always but took her time to inspect those men attacking her.

They didn't look "abnormal" or different from other mercenaries. They are definitely from Essos... I think. Galadriel hummed as she used her large wings to cover her body. Mya was before her, shooting with deadly accuracy at the mercenaries on top of the roof. Gendry was cleaning the floor, while Jaime and Loras were competing about who had the best stylish swordsmanship while fighting. Galadriel frowned deeply while blood was being spilt on the street, just finding the entire thing quite confusing.

"Your Grace, are you hurt?" Mya asked with clear worried eyes.

Galadriel looked around and noticed the bloodshed around. It was a relatively brief battle. "I... I am!" Galadriel replied quickly, still looking hard at those men lying dead on the floor. "Who were they?"

"I don't know, Your Grace, but it would be safe if we return to the Red Keep immediately," Ser Barristan stated, as everyone simply nodded.


Galadriel sat stiffly on the chair as she was being inspected for any damage, which was none. Still, the moment it was heard that she was ambushed on the streets of King's Landing, all the alarms were set off in a manner of speaking.

"I want to double check to all ships in the port. No ships may enter the Blackwater Bay until we know for a fact what they are carrying," Tywin commanded angrily. "I want double patrol, and I want to find those who help these assassins to enter the city."

Tywin's eyes were true quite the sight to behold. He was furious at the fact that, again, someone had tried to take out his granddaughter's life under his nose. And with the war lingering in his mind, the Old Lion wasn't pleased by this oversight.

"What have we learned about this attempt?" Tywin glared at Varys, who looked quite uncomfortable under the gaze of the Old Lion.

"Nothing at all, my Lord. These assassins seem to have appeared out of thin air," Varys replied. "It's like magic."

Galadriel, who was deep in thought, snapped back at him, hearing the word "magic", and for some reason, she truly felt as if something like that was the reason for this out-of-ordinary encounter with assassins. After all, the attack was quite random, if Galadriel could say. No one part of her routine died. Some Lannister and Gold Cloaks were wounded, but no one died. Which, again, made it all strange.

"You're the Spymaster. How could you say that!" Cersei exclaimed, inraged. "An attempt on my daughter took place in the streets of our city! And you didn't know about it?"

"Sister, please, I truly believe that when Lord Varys find it impossible to detect such a plot. It's because the other player knows how to play this sort of game," Tyrion spoke, earning a grateful stare from Varys.

"Game?" Cersei hissed angrily. "You think my daughter's life is part of a game?"

"A bad word to explain it, sorry. But the war may be over, but the wounds don't close too fast... there are people who still hold a grudge against our Queen. Who knows what else could happen."

"And you know this because...?" Cersei hissed dangerously.

Tyrion was about to reply with his usual smirk, but with one glare from Jaime, he knew that it would do more harm than good. And Galadriel knew it as well.

"Please," Galadriel spoke with a tired tone of voice. "Arguing between us changes nothing. Ser Barristan, what can you tell me about these... mercenaries? Are they from Essos?"

Ser Barristan nodded quickly. "I recognise their armours and daggers anywhere. Tyrosh mercenaries. A small group. Yet, I don't know what or who bought them."

"It must have been a lot of gold if they accepted such a job," Varys added suddenly, putting the knots together. If they came from Tyrosh, then it could be a few of his birds, and agents have chosen a side now. And so a friend of his.

Then, the pretender is going to sail to Westeros. Varys sighed internally, knowing another conflict was going to begin soon.

However, Varys was wrong in his assumptions—or half wrong.

"A lot indeed," Tyrion wondered, who would benefit from something like having his niece dead. In fact, he truly believed that many of the game's players wanted Galadriel alive to procure a better place for them. "Still, we should be glad that the Queensguard is always ready to defend our queen."

Galadriel thanked them each with a gentle smile while pretending to be thankful for being saved by her loyal guards. Inside, Galadriel was starting to feel quite agitated and began to ponder whether introducing magic to her performances would be better. A good way for her to add more to her divine persona and to offer a way to kill people she didn't like and amuse her ruling. I already introduce my wings and dragons. A few fireballs wouldn't be that bad. Although, a part of her also wonders if she could, in some way, introduce magic to the world itself.

What would happen if everyone could do magic...? They are humans, right? But there was magic in this world before. Quite chaotic and primitive. Yet, magic nonetheless. I wonder...

Galadriel pondered over the situation, acknowledging the need for a more secluded setting to contemplate it further. She also planned to relocate more of her agents to Essos with the objective of identifying and bringing to justice the individual responsible for the audacious and quite amusing attempt on her life.

And I shall also see if that little Blackfyre pretender has anything to do with this. But I doubt it.

Galadriel then stood up, showing a weary expression of tiresomeness. She has truly become a great actress.

"I would like to rest," Galadriel said, faking exhaustion. "It's been a long day. Grandfather, please, I leave the rest to you. And Lord Varys, please update me with anything if possible."

They all bowed, looking at the queen go, slowly moving towards the castle's most secluded and protected part of the Red Keep—Galadriel's tower.

"I'll speak with the captain of the Lannister's soldier here, Your Grace," Ser Barristan spoke firmly. "We must coordinate our patrols."

"Please don't overdo yourself, Ser Barristan. The last thing I want is for any of you not to rest."

Galadriel spoke honestly about her distaste for overworking people. This was due to her own past experiences of being overworked, as well as witnessing others suffer and even die from the same cause.

"Your Grace, we are the Queensguard. It's our duty to seek your safety," Ser Barristan stated firmly but gently enough for Galadriel to sigh.

I think I'll have to re-shape the Queensguard soon. They are all workaholics! Besides, no marriage? No love...? That's not good.

Galadriel nodded before giving Mya a gentle goodnight kiss. Still, the half-sister looked troubled but could only sigh as she saw Galadriel enter her room.

In order to ensure complete privacy, Galadriel took the precaution of securely locking the room. To further safeguard against any potential eavesdroppers, she cast a powerful spell to keep all noise from escaping the confines of the room. Additionally, the spell was designed to detect any approaching individuals, effectively alerting Galadriel to their presence and giving her ample time to prepare for their arrival.

Galadriel looked secure now, but soon, out of nowhere, a voice stunned her completely.

"Good, now we have privacy!"

Galadriel has always been a pretty paranoid person. She took many measures to avoid getting ambushed or taken by surprise by things. However, the current incident with those mercenaries proved she was not as safe as she thought. And now, hearing a foreign voice in her room. A place where Galadriel thought she was safe. Send her to the edge. In a blink of an eye, Galadriel's body transformed from her most powerful armour to her most powerful weapon. Items appeared on her body, Cash items on her hand. A sudden burst of power was building up as Galadriel was ready to destroy everything in front of her.

However, in front of her, standing there, quite amused and quite afraid, was a certain man, or rather, thing. Pandora's Actor was there, raising his hand taken aback by the sudden bursts of power coming from his creator. And Galadriel hasn't even truly shown her true aura yet.

"It's me!" Pandora's Actor exclaimed, a bit overwhelmed by watching his creator throw away the cute-looking-queen person and change it to the truly demonic empress she was behind that mask.

"Pandora's Actor..." Galadriel muttered, stunned, shocked, but still unsure. She frowned, and her eyes narrowed dangerously. "Tell me something; only Pandora's Actor would know. Do it now before I destroy every single cell in your body."

Mother is scary! Pandora's Actor thought in dismay before quickly thinking about what could put his creator to rest. "You don't like mustard! Or tomatoes! You love Oreo cheesecake or any type of cheesecake!"

Galadriel again frowned but kept her sword up, still pointing at Pandora's Actor. "More... I need more."

Pandora's Actor knew that he'd need something more factual and recent, at least to him. "Your name is Suzuki Satoru. Once you tried to add some flavour to your artificial egg yolks by adding sour candies. The result made you sick for two days, and you're afraid of Bees... because you thought as a child that they could push honey into your body. Even though you'd never seen a Bee before since they were extinct."

Galadriel stopped before slowly lowering her sword. "I..."

Pandora's Actor then felt that the tension in the room lowered as soon began to approach her slowly. "You like to cuddle things while you sleep because it makes you feel safe and wanted. You value not what Ainz Ooal Gown has but what it represents. Bonds with people you called friends... and the person you hated the most... was your father."

Galadriel began to shake, realising that there was only one person that could know so much private information about her. Mostly because Galadriel would often spend time on the treasure rambling alone, or speaking to her creation, Pandora's Actor, as if he were a real person. Galadriel now knew that since she had met Sebas, if the Nazarick's npcs appeared in this world. They will be living beings.

Making Pandora's Actor the only person who truly knew her, Suzuki Satoru, the weak and abused human girl, not Galadriel Melkor, the guild leader of Ainz Ooal Gown.

"Also, you dressed up as a maid in order to get a World Item from a group of Otakus."

"Eiii!" Galadriel squaled embarrased. Now knowing without a doubt that it was truly Pandora's Actor. "Stop it! Alright, you're truly Pandora's Actor."

"Hello, it's good to meet you finally," Pandora's Actor bowed; before soon, Galadriel chuckled before simply hugging her creation.

"It's truly you," Galadriel whispered. She always wanted to do this, to hug Pandora's Actor. And now that she was doing it. Galadriel was thrilled. "Look at you... the uniform is just as I expected it would look."

Pandora's Actor beamed at her as he showed up his military clothes to her. "Just as you said, my lady. Military clothes are cool."

Galadriel chuckled slowly before suddenly getting angry again. "What were you thinking?! Getting in my room in such a manner! I could've hurt you!"

Pandora's Actor felt Galadriel's hand practically squeezing his face. "I'm sorry! I thought it would be a good way to keep your guard up!"

"Guard up?! I could've ended up destroying the entire city!"

Pandora's Actor realised that she was speaking the truth. "I'm sorry!"

"You better be!"

Pandora's Actor groaned as Galadriel sighed before realising her hands out of Pandora's Actor's face. Yet, it seemed that Pandora's Actor problems weren't finished, as he began nervously chuckling. "I guess it's not a good moment to say that I am the one who sent those mercenaries to you...?"

"What...?" Galadriel asked, now getting angrier. "What would you do that?!"

"I want to test those humans you're so fond of! I wanted to see if they were at least decent enough to kill other humans!"

"That's so childish! They are there to look pretty most of the time!"

"Aha!" Pandora's Actor pointed out triumphantly. "So they are useless!"

"They are just humans! I have to keep up this persona! I am too far deep to just screw it up! If I did, it would be all a waste of time. I thought you, of all the people, would understand. After all, I made you love acting."

"Mm, perhaps..."

"Wait... Pandora's... are you jealous?"

"Never!"

"Yes, you are!"

"ich bin nicht eifersüchtig!"

"Don't speak German in front of me!"

As Galadriel and Pandora's Actors began to have a warm family reunion, it was clear that for Galadriel, it was only a matter of time before the rest of Nazarick followed.

It was only a matter of time. However, there was one thing Galadriel couldn't help but feel.

"I am so glad you're here with me, Pandora's Actor... I missed you."

"And I do so too, my lady."

What would both Mother and Child do now? It remains to see.


Authors' notes!

-Please check my Tumblr in order to see the One-Shots ideas. Help me choose, and I am so close! But I want to hear you guys opinions one last time!

-Also... I am working on a project of mine—my own original work. My history, with my own characters, my own world, and all of that. It's a sort of Isekai, but with the things I love the most of them. Nevertheless, it's quite soon, but just a head's up. That, while I like writting Fanfictions as a hobby.

I like the idea of writting my own history!

Still, see you all soon!