[David's Pov]

The olympian party wasn't too different from any other party: Various colored lightbulbs flashed about, too many people bustling around and talking, and the music blared with full intention to make you go deaf.

Then again, the only significant party I've ever been to was at Westover Hall, and Dr. Thorn was kind enough to kidnap me away during the middle of it.

Man, that was only a week ago. It feels like... a year ago, at the very least.

All things considered, the infinitely spawning snacks and the music being interchangeable without actually changing made it better than most mortal parties.

Meanwhile, I had no idea what to do with the dragon thrust into my position.

"Frrr..." It, he? growled from his...its—ugh.

This is why I hate pronouns. It's so confusing. I'll call it he since it was too much "alive" to regard it as an object.

The dragon growled from his throat and rubbed his metallic head against my side.

Similarly to Ladon, it was a nice gesture, except the spikes on his head risked piercing my stomach every few seconds.

It didn't help that whenever it growled; the throat glowed red. This made me nervous because I didn't know how to take care of a dragon, much less a robot version of it. What if it sneezed and set fire to the Tacos?

Zoë, on the other hand, seemed to like him.

"Aww, I think she likes you," Zoë cooed. She tickled the underside of the dragon's chin.

He...or I guess she? rumbled in satisfaction and nodded toward Zoë, goading her for more.

"She?" I asked.

Zoë raised an eyebrow, her hands still busy patting every inch of the dragon, "Obviously. How are you confused about it?"

"Well, how can you tell?" I asked back.

Zoë explained, "Well, if you see between her back legs..." but then, she suddenly stopped, blushing hard.

I decided to drop the subject. I didn't want to imagine how Zoë learned where to check a dragon to deduce its gender.

Then, I noticed that something with Zoë had changed. It wasn't a huge change, but I couldn't help but ask.

"Your pronouns changed," I said.

"Hmm?" Zoë tilted her head. Most of her attention was on the dragon, which was quickly becoming her pet more than mine. "What are you talking about, David?"

"See, there it is again. You used to say it like Shakespeare did; thee or thou or whatever."

Zoë paused in the middle of her relentless cuddling. With a slight frown, she murmured some sentences under her breath, only to frown deeper.

"I...don't know how that happened," She said, baffled, "I kept that accent for centuries ever since I discovered it."

"Maybe it rubbed off from some specific somebody?" Erytheia suggested with a smug grin.

Zoë blushed even deeper and punched her sister on the shoulder. I tried to look less embarrassed, but faking emotions was never my strong suit.

Speaking of which, Erytheia was in a significantly better mood than when we arrived at Olympus.

The oldest Hesperid smiled, "What you did in the throne room was...brave."

"It was idiotic," Zoë said with a huff, "Imagine if that had been the actual string."

"Yeah," I chuckled, "Imagine if."

I'm taking that secret to my grave.

Erytheia nodded, "Whether it was courageous or foolhardy, it gave me enough courage to stand up to Hera."

"That's something reckless to do as well," I noted.

Erytheia shrugged, "It was a long time coming. If Lipara were here, it would have happened much sooner."

I couldn't disagree with that statement.

"Do you have plans for the future, sister?" Zoë asked.

To our pleasant surprise, Erytheia nodded, even if she was slightly unsure, "I was hoping I could ask some questions to you about it, Zoë."

"Alright," Zoë stood up.

Erytheia fidgeted with her hands, "In private? No offense," She glanced in my direction.

I raised my hands, "None taken."

Zoë furrowed her brow, but she let her sister guide her away from the crowd of people and gods partying.

The dragon moaned as Zoë disappeared. I tried to replicate her strokes, but she didn't look as satisfied as much.

"I should give you a name," I muttered.

The dragon creaked her jaw.

"I wouldn't recommend it," Someone grunted from my back.

I looked around to see a deformed giant leering down.

My hand was halfway toward my sword before I realized that, one: the black blade was no longer in my position, and second: it wasn't a monster casting a shadow over us.

"Hephaestus," I said.

The blacksmith god scowled. Some strands of his beard caught fire as if his chin was a birthday cake for a 15-year-old.

"That's Lord Hephaestus for you, boy." The god grumbled.

"I thought you didn't care about being worshiped," I replied.

Hephaestus wrinkled his nose in irritation, "I don't. But a little respect goes a long way."

He went on grumbling about how demigods these days had no respect for the gods as he sat down next to me.

I wanted to retort that it was hard to respect someone when most of the campers didn't even know who their parents were, but I held my tongue.

I've already taken too much risk far too often. It would be ironically tragic to get killed during a celebration party.

One of Hephaestus's eyes twitched sideways, "Modesty doesn't come that easy to you, does it?"

"Well, not really..." I admitted.

I would've guessed this was a setup, probably to get back at me somehow, but Hephaestus looked very sincere when he nodded.

"Your father was one of the most insufferably stubborn beings I've ever seen. And I've hammered on Acherian Iron."

"Acherian?" Deep within my knowledge, I pulled out the names of the five rivers that ran through Tartarus, "Like the River Acheron. The River of Pain."

Hephaestus nodded, "It used to be the prime metal before Stygian Iron became known. Very hard to smith. It took 40 days to craft one sword! And yet, I'd take that over smashing your father's head in."

"You did that once," I recalled, "When my father came down to take you to Olympus when you trapped Hera on a golden throne."

"Aye," Hephaestus nodded.

He looked fairly proud of himself as he relived the image. I wasn't sure if he was thinking about caving in my father's head or trapping Hera in a chair.

"Either way, you'd better not name it." The forge god pointed at the dragon.

She creaked and nibbled at my shoulder, drooling an oil-like substance over the shirt. I tried gently, shoving her head away, but the dragon clamped down

"Why not?" I asked.

"Machines break easily. Do you name your vase?"

"No, but..." I looked down at the dragon. She tore away a piece of my shirt and nibbled on it, drooling clear liquid down her chin, "A vase isn't conscious, is it? I think she deserves a name."

Hephaestus snorted when I called the dragon she but didn't argue against my decision. Instead, he pulled a chunk of metal from the front pouch of his working apron and fiddled with it for 10 seconds.

"Here," He tossed the metal junk on my lap.

Except it wasn't junk. It was something much, much more awesome.

"Is that a metal arm?"

Hephaestus grunted, "What is it with Ares and metal limbs? I never understand why they're so fascinated by them. Besides, that's a standard model—"

"Are you kidding? This is awesome!" I put the metal arm on my right stump.

It fit perfectly, and I quickly realized that it wasn't different from my arm—except for the sense of touching, of course.

"If you press here, it can disguise into a regular biological arm," Hephaestus said the word biological as if it was a disease.

He pressed somewhere between the elbow and armpit, and the arm shimmered momentarily before morphing into a realistic arm.

It looked so real that I doubted anyone would believe me if I ever told them I had lost an arm before. I could even see muscle veins pop out when I flexed it.

"Here's a manual for other functions. There isn't much, so it would be a breeze to read through." Hephaestus small guidebook with leather bindings.

"There's a manual?" I asked.

Hephaestus shrugged, "I told you. It's a standard model."

I eagerly opened the book and skimmed through it.

The page went on and on about all of the features given inside the arm; enhanced strength, a built-in miniature shield, a grappling hook, and it could even make fresh smoothies if you put the ingredient by the elbow!

This was incredible beyond belief, which made me look up at the forge god with doubt, even if it was disrespectful.

"Why are you giving me this arm?"

"Did I ever say I was giving it to you?" Hephaestus retorted.

"Oh," My face grew hot, "I, uh, never thought about it like that."

I removed the arm, but a rough hand stopped me before I could.

"I'm giving it to you because you need a job done for me," Hephaestus said.

"A job?" I asked, lowering the hand with relief. I really liked this arm, even if I had it for less than a minute.

Hephaestus scowled, "The Junkyard. Someone is still rummaging around them, and I can't go on to check on it myself."

"Why not?" I asked.

"Because I have to be on Mt. Saint Helens. Don't ask why." Hephaestus added before I parted my mouth open.

The forge god stood up, "Since I've taken your bribe, I had to give you a favor before asking for my own."

"You could have threatened me to do it; you're a god." I pointed out.

Hephaestus grunted, "I'm a Blacksmith, boy. I force metals and bronzes to bend, but I don't force others to bend to my will. That's your father's specialty."

He stood up and limped through the partying crowd.

I looked down at the sigil in my hand. No matter how nice he was to me, there would be no denying that Ares was mostly a jerk to most sentient beings around him. It wasn't an uplifting idea to have; My father was a god equivalent of a bully.

Then, someone covered my hand with theirs.

"You have such rough hands, David," A beautiful sing-song voice said.

"Uh—"My brain froze up as Aphrodite smiled. Her face memorized me as it shifted from one to the other, the next one more beautiful than the last, until Aphrodite giggled and said, "Please excuse me; there is a party going around, so I do have to try to look better than usual."

"Right," I was confident that looking better than how she was currently would be in the realm of impossibility, but so was saying anything negative to her.

"Mind if I sit here?" Aphrodite tapped on the seat next to me, then sat without waiting for an answer.

She reached out and took my right hand. My stomach flipped in triple-monkey as she ran her fingers up the finally let it go and let out a small sigh, "How's your arm?"

"What? Oh," I mentally slapped myself back to reality, "It's great! Hephaestus made it in, like, 10 seconds, but it still works perfectly and has all these gimmicks installed in it—"

"Yes, it sounds wonderful," Aphrodite pushed the guidebook away from her face with a rather dull expression, "But I doubt it was free of charge."

"No, it wasn't," I confirmed.

I explained the condition of the contract Hephaestus suggested. Aphrodite didn't look glad after she heard the whole story.

"David," She started. However, whatever she was going to say, she swallowed it. Instead, the goddess put on one of her dazzling smiles once more.

"Anyway, I'm glad that you've managed to survive after your...ah, performance, I'd say," She said.

"I scratched the back of my head, "Sorry for busting out the secret. You did try to warn me ahead of time..."

Aphrodite waved off my apology, "Oh, the gods were going to find out one way or Athena; you can't keep anything hidden from her. Such a joy-killer," She goddess pulled out a small mirror and looked over her reflection. After correcting her makeup, she closed her mirror with a sharp snap!

"Though I must say, throwing the string in the fire is one of the most reckless things you could have done."

"It was the only way to save my mom, and everyone else, for that matter," I pointed out.

The goddess sighed, "Everyone, except you."

She extended a finger and gently poked my chest, "Without the string, David, no one can determine what could happen in your life.

And before you say that's normal—" She pressed on as I opened my mouth to argue, "I'm talking about something more sinister."

Aphrodite clapped her hands once and conjured a glass of water, "What does this look like, David?"

"It's water, isn't it?" I said.

She nodded and grabbed the glass of water, "Now, would you believe if this water changed into lava as soon as you drank it?"

I frowned, "...I don't understand."

Where was Aphrodite taking me with this allegory? Was it even an allegory?

The love goddess sighed, "There are grounded rules defining our world today, the Cosmos if you their evolution, humans figured out said rules and named them "Science" and "Math" and so on. However, when you threw your string into the fire, David, you've detached yourself from the Cosmos."

"I...what?"

Aphrodite poured the water to the floor, where it changed into a pink gooey subject and vaporized into a sparkling mist.

"It's a scary thing to happen," Aphrodite continued, "Even when your thrust down to Tartarus, you are still part of this world. But when you are unconnected to the Cosmos, anything can happen to you, good or bad. A total Chaos.

And when it does, taking care of it will be wholly on your shoulders alone."

"That's perfect," I said.

Aphrodite raised her eyebrow."David, I don't think you mean what you say."

"No, I do mean it," I clenched my left hand into a fist, "I want my life to be in my hands. Isn't that what everyone wants, to a degree?"

The goddess was silent for a long time.

"...I see," Aphrodite said.

She stood up from her seat. I suddenly realized that her appearance had stopped shifting. Now, she didn't look like anyone I knew, not even Zoë.

Aphrodite smiled, "My little appearance trick is determined by predicting your future love life. I embody anything in the realm of possibility.

Now that you are no longer connected to the world, I cannot foresee what's ahead of your life. No one will be able to.I give you my best wishes onward, David. It's the least I could do..."

Aphrodite paused for a moment, then added, "When the time comes, don't be too harsh on my daughter, will you?"

I blinked. I didn't know any daughters of Aphrodite. I was certainly not being harsh to any of them or had any plans to be in the future.

The goddess of love smiled, perhaps a little woefully, before walking into the crowds partying. Each step drew attention from everyone around, but the goddess herself didn't look back.

I sat in place for a long time, contemplating what the goddess of love had said.

I was never the sharpest tool in the shed, but I could tell that "Living my life" wasn't as exciting a premise as I initially supposed. Still, I didn't regret anything. It was the only way to save my mother and Ares—perhaps even Zoë or Reyna, to an extent.

I made the right choice.

"Ah, there's my champion!" A voice shouted.

I looked around just in time to see an arm clap around my shoulder roughly. The dragon clanked and snapped her jaw, steam erupting from her neck.

Ares pushed aside the metal dragon as if it was a small, excited dog and grinned, "What's got you so down, kid? You were awesome back at the court!"

For a moment, I was tempted to tell him what Aphrodite had told me. But at the same time, I had no idea how I'd explain what I was feeling at the moment. Besides, Ares wasn't the best therapist in the world.

"Nothing," I said, "Just a bit tired because of all the sounds and lights and all; I don't like parties."

Ares looked around the dancing crowd, "You must have gotten that from your mom."

My mom.

That word managed to yank my mind away from my metaphysical concerns.

"Is she ok? Where is she right now?" I looked around the party floor, hoping to find her lingering in one of the darker coners.

However, Ares clicked his tongue and thumped me on the back, "Come on, let's have a walk to her."

We walked away from the party floor, across the silver gates, and through the vacant city of Olympus.

During the walk, Ares was very excited to hear about my duel with Atlas. He demanded every minor detail, laughing whenever I recited how I punched the Titan in the jaw.

"Your training helped a lot," I said.

Ares shrugged, "Hey, that's what I do. None of my children aren't allowed to be a pansy in a fight."

That reminded me of someone else, "How is Clarisse doing? She went on a quest, too, didn't she?"Ares's smile turned into a grimace, which wasn't a good sign, "She'll be fine," He grunted, "She was my champion until you came along."

"Champion?"

"You know, the one who upholds your honor and such; every god with a demigod has one. Zeus has the tree girl, Poseidon has that punk, Owl face has the punk's girlfriend, you get the idea?"

"I suppose," I nodded, "So, I'm showcasing your honor and...whatever the champion does?"

"Exactly!" Ares laughed and clapped my back, "It's a huge honor, so be thankful!"

I chuckled alongside my father, but I wasn't so sure if I was the best pick, especially after the whole "Detached from the world" thing. Did Ares know this and still put me as his champion, or was he oblivious to the fact?

Before I mustered the courage to ask, we reached the end of the road, where a small elevator door was present. The number on the top steadily counted up from 50. And standing at the front of the door was...

"Ma!"

Hecate, my mother, turned around and gasped.

I ran forward without much thought, and she spread her arms out just in time as I launched myself into her arms.

We didn't say anything to each other for a long time. We just held each other in our arms, but again, speaking was never my game. I felt Hecate tremble in my arms, quietly sobbing as she rubbed her face into my shoulder.

I'll admit—my eyes stung as well. I was used to holding back from balling my eyes out, but this moment was testing my limits.

Finally, we pulled apart from each other, just enough to see each other's faces.

"I've grown a lot since, didn't I?" I asked.

My mom wiped some remaining tears from her eyes.

"Yes, David. You've grown much. Much better than I could've ever wished for," She said with a warm smile.

Then her head fell with shame, "I'm truly sorry for leaving you at that horrible mortal's home."

"No, ma. It's fine—" I tried to assure her, but she shook her head.

"I was afraid. Even with all of my magic, I couldn't hide you forever. The gods were slowly picking up clues, monsters were drawn to me more frequently...but I shouldn't have let you go."

"It's fine," I repeated, "At least I found a little sister in the foster family, so that's neat."

Hecate blinked, "A little sister?"

Her tone was confused, which in turn confused me. Didn't Rose say she was a daughter of Hecate as well? Technically she said we were both children of her "Avatar", but I assumed that was just Hecate in another form or something.

"Yeah, a sister. Rose Pamadala, remember?"

Hecate's frown deepened, "I haven't had a child with a sir-name Pamadala, and I've made sure that your foster family didn't have any godly influences."

My head spun, "But then, what about Rose?"

My mother huffed, "Excuse me for a moment."

She reached out and tapped my forehead with her index finger. She muttered some Ancient Greeks and Latins mixed with more languages I couldn't understand.

A few flashing images passed across my eyes: Machete bursting in late from his crappy magician job, a cashier girl from the nearby chocolate shop giving us free sweets, a younger Rose and I sharing an ice-cream cake—

Suddenly, my head painful throbbed, making me cry out in pain. My mother hurriedly retrieved her finger and rested her hands on my shoulder as I caught my breath.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I assured her, "What was that? I saw some images..."

Hecate scowled, "Someone has messed up your memory. I can undo the charm, but it would take too long. If I try to speed up the process, it might permanently damage your brain."

"Why? How long does it take?"

"A few hours," My mother answered.

"Then it's not that long, is it?" I said.

However, Hecate shook her head with a small smile.

"When the elevator arrives—reach the 600th floor, I'll have to take it and leave. I must exile myself from the world, never to show up ever again."

My heart plummeted down to the ground, "Wait, but we've just met! It can't just—I can't—" I struggled to cobble up the words inside my mouth to make sense, but I couldn't.

My mother smiled and cupped my cheeks, "Don't worry. Wherever you may be, my son, I'll be watching over you. Every night, whenever the moonlight shines on you, I am also present."

"But—" I turned to Ares for help, but the War god looked away.

The number on the elevator reached '550'. My mom slowly stepped back; it seemed hard for her as it was hard for me to let go, but she did it anyway.

"Ares, I trust that you'll take...a relatively passable care for him," Hecate said.

Ares grunted, "Nice to know that I'm trusted."

570.

"Ma!"

"David, you must find the culprit who messed with your memories. Whoever it is, it has quite of a mastery in magic. Be careful. And..."

Ding!

The elevator door slid open. Hecate stepped into the metal box, and looked at me with a teary smile.

"I love you, my son."

"I—"

The door slide shut.

"—love, you too..." My voice fizzled out.

The number on the elevator counted down from 600.

I watched the digital number decreased, dumbfounded. Was that seriously it? That's the last time I'll see my mother?

It was so sudden. So brief. I...

"Hey, don't sweat it," Ares said, clapping my back again, "It isn't uncommon for us to flip our opinion on the matter."

"...Right," I swallowed.

This won't be the end.

I will make sure of that, with my own two hands.

[Line Break]

I tried not to be too sad over during our way back.

My dad did his best to cheer me up, talking about how I could have a ride on his chariot, or his boar, or how to take care of the metal dragon. He even suggested the name for it, snorting when I told him that Hephaestus said it was a bad idea to do so.

"That cripple is bitter because you're my son. When you're awesome, you need to be aware that some beings just won't tolerate your existence, like me," He said.

I doubted that most hatred toward Ares wasn't driven by jealousy, but I nodded nonetheless.

"How about Skaw? S-k-a-w. It's from some goddess of death in Celtic stuff."

"Skaw." I repeated. The dragon creaked and blew flames into the air. I'd assume that she liked the name.

When we reached the silver gates, Ares congratulated me one last time before whisking off into the party. I stroked Skaw by the back of her neck for a few times, wondering if there was a point in reentering into the party.

I mean, it's not like I took a part in any of the actives. Chances are, one of the gods or goddesses that hated me would come to find me and spout some threatening words, and I wasn't in the mood for that.

"David?" A soft voice called.

I turned around. Zoë was standing right behind me. Her coffee-brown eyes looked at my face, and her expression became immediately concerned. I realized a second too late that my face would've given away that I'd cried recently.

"What happened?" She asked.

"Nothing," I lied. I tried to wipe my face, but Zoë took them into her hands.

"David," Zoë said in a semi-stern voice.

I gave up. I can't lie well if my life depended on it. Besides, I did owe Zoë that much after all we've been through together.

I told her how I had to say goodbye to mom, and as I did, I had to push back another wave of tears climbing up my eyes. I didn't want to cry in front of Zoë.

When I was done, Zoë didn't offer any words of advice. Instead, she stepped closer and slipped her arms around my waist into a comforting embrace.

"I thought you'd spout wise words or something," I muttered.

Zoë chuckled, "Sometimes, one action can carry more than a thousand words."

I slowly pulled back and saw that her cheeks were blushing. It also made an unfamiliar warm gust of wind sweep up my face.

"So, uh…where's Erytheia?" I asked.

I know, not the best move to mention another girl at that moment, but cut me some slack here; I just had the worst rollercoaster of emotions in my life.

Zoë's expression twitched, "She went off to find Lady Artemis," she answered.

"Artemis? How come?"

"She's…" Zoë sighed, "She said she wanted to join the hunt. I told her what it's like, and it didn't scare her off."

I wasn't sure about Erytheia's decision either. I am aware that Erytheia has skills, especially in healing and sorcery, either of which could be helpful to the Hunt of Artemis. Still, on the other hand, Erytheia never struck me as an athletic type.

"Why did she want to join the hunt?" I asked, feeling slightly guilty. Maybe she wanted to join because, well, I dumped her.

"She said she wanted to know where I spent my last 2000 years," Zoë said, "And it wouldn't hurt to have a Hesperid in the hunt."

"But you're already in it," I said.

Zoë rolled her eyes, "It's called subtlety, David. Try reading into it."

I blinked. Then, I realized what she was referring to.

"You're going to leave the hunt?!" I shouted in astonishment.

Zoë smiled sheepishly, then sighed, "Not now. There is still work left for me to do," Zoë looked up at the sky where countless constellations littered the night sky. Inside her coffee-brown eyes, the Orion shone brightly.

"But after that business is sorted out," Zoë looked back down at me, "Yes, I'm leaving the hunt. Two thousand years is more than enough time to spend on any given group. And…"

The blush returned on Zoë's cheeks as she fiddled with the end of her braid.

"…And I was hoping that I could spend time with someone I like."

Her brown eyes glanced at me.

"Oh."

My mouth gaped for air. I felt like I'd been punched in the gut, only in a good way—if that made any sense.

"I, well, I for one—" I started to scramble up an answer, but Zoë put a finger on my mouth before I could say a complete sentence.

"I'd like to hear that answer after I leave the hunt," she said. Then, ignoring the spreading blush on her face, she grabbed my hand and dragged me into the party.

"W, wait, where are we going?"

"To dance!" Zoë giggled as if we were back in the snowy hillside of Cloudcroft.

A crowd of demigods and minor gods glanced at us as we entered the dance floor. Some seemed to recognize Zoë, frown, and whisper among themselves, but Zoë didn't give them as much as a glance.

"Zoë, I don't know how to dance," I whispered, "I've never danced in my life!"

Zoë giggled again. The butterflies in my stomach flapped around like crazy, "I'll teach you, don't worry about that."

She led my hand with surprising grace. Zoë explained nothing, only guiding me through her steps and movement. Soon enough, I picked up the rhythm and waded along the group of people. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw Percy and Annabeth dancing carefully hand-in-hand and several other couples dancing about.

I wondered what they heard.

To me, it sounded hopeful. A bit sad as well, but uplifting nevertheless.

All in all, it was one of the best parties I've ever been to.

And that is the end of The Titan's Curse storyline!

F**king finally! Yes! I am done with the first series of this entire storyline! (Someone, please kill me before I go insane)

I thank everyone for following this story for 50 chapters and...2 and a half years, damn. I certainly didn't plan out the story to be this long when I started way back in the October of 2021.

The story won't jump straight into The Battle of Labyrinth storyline; there are lots of story points that need to happen before that monstrous event takes place. It will all be uploaded here. No separate story titled "Book 2" or something like that because that makes things just more confusing.

This also segways into the timeline portion of the story because I've accidentally made the change from the Cannon counterpart of the story.

See, the Real Titan's Curse story take place in the winter a year after Sea of Monsters.

In my story, this 50 chapter story takes place in the same year as the Sea of Monsters did.

So, there is a whole year I have to catch on if I want to fit the Great Prophecy of the "16-year-old" of the Big Three children, which I'll fill up with more shorter events. I'll have to flesh them out first, so that will take some time, even though I said that there won't be breaks a few sentences ago.

In the meantime, I decided to do a Q&A. I know, cringy as Hades, but if Cringe was something that concerned you, you wouldn't be here anyways.

So yes: Q&A!

Rules are simple; ask anything anyone—it could be a character in the series during the 50 chapters, or me(Nothing too personal), or someone else that you want to see. I'll answer as long as it doesn't spoil any upcoming story points or causes some other trouble.

I'll prefer it if you write questions on the Reviews, as it is most easy for me to check, but a PM is fine if you want it to be a secret.

I'll wait until there doesn't seem to be any more questions comming, so don't hesitate if you have any!

That's it for now!

Thanks to everyone once again for the entire ride!

I hope you had a fun time reading, and I'll see you all in the next chapter!

Ta ta~