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{ A day later... }
Things were normal in Olga's castle, and there's several reports to be made by his subordinates later in this exact day.
Well, at least he had his own breakfast with Chloe earlier; she had told Jonathan that she needed new clothes before the young child showed up on Olga's doorstep.
Jonathan couldn't find a good clothing for her.
"... Who made these clothing again?" He asked himself, staring at the messily arranged underwear, clothing, and other stuff he inspected.
They obviously were made for older girls, and not one was quite decent, making him wonder if there was something Chloe could even wear, except one black underwear.
It took him an hour before his frustration began to appear, but luckily, one of his troops approached him to report.
"What is it?" He asked, still trying his best to find a decent clothing not too large for Chloe, as she was still in ragged clothing.
"Boss, please follow us, we have a long report from the recent attack from yesterday to give you."
Sighing to himself, he thought he might find the suitable clothing he and Chloe needed later, but did not expect he would have found what he needed when he was led to a room where his imps had returned with pillaged goods.
Aside from that, it seems like he had picked the right choice for making sure they were trained heavily. And they also had eaten some of the fruits they had pillage as a long snack, but that didn't matter right now.
They've pillaged food, supplies, and even clothing in case it was needed, which did make him feel a proud to himself.
"Nice, nice... how about the causality report?"
"Boss, we've only lost 15, and our minotaur is recovering from his injuries from his fight with this Grave Levantine guy, who killed more of us than the other puny humans." The Orc wasn't even going to joke, as there was a mild sadness coming off him.
Thinking about that, it wasn't really that bad. But it doesn't mean he should ignore it for some reason.
"I see... Then you all did a good job, even if you all destroyed and pillaged only around 35 percent of the town; I'm very impressed." Jonathan replied, expressing his positive impression of the demons he led. "This day shall officially be our first step in creating the best kingdom in all of Eostia!"
Shortly after, the crowd of demons immediately became increasingly loud.
"All hail Lord Jonathan, future Emperor of Eostia! All hail Lord Jonathan, future Emperor of Eostia!" All of them cheered, allowing for Jonathan to immediately feel pretty dumbfounded and surprised since they actually just regarded him as somebody who would eventually take over Eostia.
That shouldn't be possible, right?
Jonathan sighed out loud, before glancing at Chloe who actually was trying to imitate his troops.
"All hail... P... papa Jonathan, future ruler of Eostia!"
"W... Well... that's enough, Chloe. What made you think I'm your father?"
Chloe was confused for a moment.
"Uhm... erm... We have similar hair colors?" Chloe replied, failing to understand that she wasn't Jonathan's blood-related child, but firmly believed that he really was.
Jonathan let out a strange, awkward smile, thinking how would he even respond to her.
"Oh well, can't help it..." He glanced at the Orcs and imps, whilst deciding he should just adopt Chloe instead. His confused mind can't even think too straight. "Bring us newer clothes, I can't help sighing to myself due to a realization that I have been wearing a woman's clothes most of the time."
Honestly? He's been actually wearing tight shirts and pants not completely suitable for someone of his gender.
And his adaptational ability was making him a little too used to them, yet it still was making him look uncomfortable in the eyes of others.
At least, he can finally wear men's clothing more frequently and more permanently this time.
Now... they were ready to walk to Olga, maybe to talk with her for a long while.
Jonathan looked at Olga, who as usual, sat naturally on her throne, staring at him and Chloe, who wore the clothes his minions had just recently pillaged, with strange curiosity.
Chloe was now wearing a red dress, even though she clearly felt a little uncomfortable. And Jonathan wore something similar to a noble's clothing, a blue coat under a white shirt, and white pants that reached down to his ankles, and boots that he now wears.
"I see you've done something impressive, constructing a town from northeast, and now pillaging a town and even rescuing that child. But what worries me is that... what are your next plans?" She asked, standing up curiously, holding onto her staff as if she could fire any spell any time.
She was doubting Jonathan.
And that wasn't good.
"Are you, perhaps wanting to desert from me again?" Olga spoke, taking a dangerous step forward, creating tension between him and herself.
Despite that, Jonathan remained calm. "Well, to put it in short, I don't want you here. This isn't a place suitable for living."
"I know." Olga replied, clenching one of her hands to a fist, thought not as tight as if it would whiten her palm, her gaze became stern, as if a mother trying to reprimand her son. "And, would you like to know why I'm still here? Why I am weakening slowly, until I'm at the level of an ordinary elven magician?"
"I don't know." Jonathan replied, still keeping his gaze towards Olga's eyes.
Chloe even hid behind Jonathan for protection, fearing the wrath that might come from Olga.
A few tense steps from Olga were heard, just before she released her grip, and sighed regretfully.
"Every night I am to strengthen the seals under this castle, in hopes of not letting a certain god out, and due to something I don't even know, the seals were becoming weaker ten times faster. This is something that idiot Celestine entrusted me with, and just the thought was making me feel horrible!" Olga explained, slowly becoming angrier and more furious as more words came out of her mouth, just before she rubbed her temples for a long while.
"She could've just helped me strengthen the seals, just once, even with that lazy Goddess Reborn Serafina!" Olga shouted with tears appearing on her eyes, just before Jonathan began to approach her. "It's not fair! I'm just an ordinary mortal and one of the only pureblood Dark Elves! I... I...! I've began to vent out my frustrations just this time, but--"
Before she noticed something wrong, Jonathan was already close to her as she was immediately hugged by the Dark Elf boy, surprising her.
She was sobbing.
"It's okay. I'll be with you for the rest of your life, till death do us part," he said, in an effort to calm her down. "After all, that's my role; I was forced to be with you, but that doesn't mean it wouldn't bring us both benefits."
It worked... probably.
Olga was still sobbing, but for a few seconds, she responded with her own hug, before suddenly letting go of Jonathan and staring at him with the same stern gaze she had given him recently.
"Keep your words, Jonathan." She spoke, turning her back towards him and walking back to her own throne.
"Hmph. Do I look like the type of man who would not keep his word?" He replied, going by his way, out of her castle. "I'll visit you as many times possible, maybe we could do certain bonding activities together, just to keep you company."
For a moment, Olga had smiled in response without being noticed, as if she hadn't been amused for a very long while.
"Chloe, come. Let's build ourselves a town, and you will learn how to manage one and also learn more about my techniques for self defense, okay?"
"Yes, papa!"
From pillaging a town, to building one with an adopted daughter
How very interesting his life turned out indeed.
And while the two of them began to walk away and leave, Olga sighed.
"Safe travels, Jonathan. I might decide to finalize the seal with your help, so it possibly could last more than two decades, by that time, we can finally spend our time, together. And now, I welcome my temporarily silent solitude, once more."
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