"…It seems it was a tough talk."

Ilsamor nodded listlessly before coming back to his senses "My lord! I am sorry, I—!"

"No need for apologize, at list this time…" Hades interrupted him. His face was the same as ever, but Ilsamor could swear there was a smidgen of compassion in his eyes. "You have been standing still for some time, I was beginning to worry."

Ilsamor sighed "I am just tired, my lord. I apologize for my rudeness and with your permission, I will take my leave."

"You have it." Hades said before giving him a scroll "Take this and stand at the shores of Styx. Charon will pick you up and carry you back to the world of the living."

Ilsamor reached for the scroll, but his hands were a bit shaking. "So… You will let me go?"

Hades raised a single brow "You want to stay here?"

"Not yet at least, but—"

Hades raised his hand and Ilsamor stopped. "I am the god of death and underworld, Mr. Steward. I have learned not to judge people by their blood ties. My domain is a domain of justice. Killing you or harming you in any way would not be just and after everything you have done, it would only bring the wrath of my elder sister on me."

Ilsamor nodded before reaching and taking the scroll.

"I will be watching your deeds. You still have a promise to me, don't forget…" Then, his expression softened, "Good luck, son of the Light."

Ilsamor nodded then bowed his head before going backwards until he was out of the god's presence. When the bronze gates were closed, he took a deep breath and held his chest for a while.

The talk with his mother was emotional, if he needed to explain it with one word. It was something he had dreamt ever since he learned the Greek Gods existed. There were stories filled with ghosts, so maybe, just maybe he may have a chance to speak with his mother for once.

It was only sad that he saw they were unable to touch, and therefore, hug each other.

No matter how much he only wanted to tell the good things that happened to him in life, he couldn't. Now when he looked back, the good things that happened to him couldn't even fill the five minutes of talk… So, he mostly… cried. Then his mother cried for some time, but their time was limited. Ilsamor asked what he could from her, but in the end even her mother could only answer a handful of questions. Her knowledge of mythology and supernatural was weak, but she had advised him to go to his grandmother one more time. He doubted that she would accept him, but his mother told "My mom always loved and was always intrigued by those old mythology stories. I think, if you tell her who your father is, you may have a chance… I wish I knew the importance of his name."

Oh yes, they had talked about his father. Considering their circumstances, they did not spend too much time talking, but his father had whispered his name to her ear as a final parting gift, which was the confirmation he needed.

He exited the palace and began to walk back to the shores of Styx to return before he suddenly stopped.

He could feel a tension, some kind of a pull from the road that diverged from the way towards Asphodel fields, which was leading all the way towards a dark cave.

He looked there, silently, wasn't sure what he was supposed to think. Unlike his uncle (which was weird for him to call Kronos that) his father was whole. Would he know if he visited him, or more importantly, would he care? Or even more importantly for Ilsamor, would such an act make him more vulnerable against possible accusations that Olympians might throw at him in the future?

He walked to the part where the road started and turned towards Tartarus. Maybe it was some sort of placebo effect, but he could feel a distinct cold wind from that direction and the wind was filled with all kinds of smells. There was some sort of a smell that reminded Ilsamor of the sunset, and there was an opposite smell for sun dawn. In another breath he could smell the memories and passing time while another reminded him of his mother, which almost made him cry once more.

Those scents shouldn't smell that good together, however this power of his was not like a cook's, while he could smell those divine aspects, they were still separated. But that was not the thing that made them attractive, no…

They smelled like a family.

He knew that this was where he belonged. It would be easy, so easy to just take a few steps towards them. So, what if he did not have the Helm of Darkness or Master Bolt, he could create them something strong and allowed at least one of them to escape. This would give him a purpose, a family member and security, which he needed most right now…

Would have been so… easy…

Drip…

Tears started to fall from his eyes.

Why did this have to be so hard for him?

Luckily, it seems Hades had ordered Charon to come back because when he finally reached the shores of Styx, the ferryman was waiting for him. This time they did not talk, or maybe Charon had decided to stay silent because his eyes were all red from the tears still. They travelled back to the entrance of the underworld once again and Ilsamor, after thanking Charon once again, left the building.

For some time, he stood in front of the Death on Arrival building in a daze. The evening had already set on LA, and while he was not that defenseless against mortal enemies, he was drained. "I hope I can take that sword soon; I don't want to call holy swords for some time…"

This was a sentence he did not expect from himself a few weeks ago.

He raised his head up. Sky seemed to be finally calming down, and from afar he could swear the sea was returning to its old, calm self. He gave out a breath and slightly smiled.

"Percy had done it."

"It seems they completed their mission."

Ilsamor's countenance immediately shifted, and his tired state was once again hidden under an exterior that no child should have.

That familiar voice was soon accompanied by another familiar growl.

"Calm down, boy. We are not here to fight…"

Ilsamor slowly turned his back to look at the owner of the voice. Once upon a time, it belonged to a mentor, a senior (or senpai for weebs) in their camps, a boy who seemed to pass through hell and could still smile, despite that scar on his face.

It seemed they were wrong.

"Luke… What are you doing here?"

Luke seemed surprised for a moment "Now this is interesting. You don't look surprised at all…"

Ilsamor gave out a defeated breath. His only hope was now that Luke really did not come here to fight. He was easily the best sword master in the camp and if you don't count that one-time fluke he had (which unfortunately he couldn't repeat again), both he and Percy were way out of his league. "It was a simple mistake. A slip up probably, but…" he pushed his glasses up before looking at Luke straight in the eye "When I told you about how Hades was innocent how they were probably played, you said 'How did you learn it?' It was an interesting way to ask that question, and no matter how much I thought about it, it remained stuck in my head. But now I can see it…"

Luke slowly clapped his hands, he genuinely seemed impressed. "Well done. I am not sure anyone else have understood it yet, but just from a simple slip up, you guessed it was me?"

"Not entirely, but it just made me suspicious."

Then a silence occurred.

"Why are you here, Luke?" Ilsamor asked.

"To make you an offer, of course."

Ilsamor held his breath.

"You saw it too, right? How we demigods are nothing in the eyes of our so called 'parents'!" he spat the last part of the sentence. "How just because we are born from a god, people look at us like our fate is predetermined. Do you know, despite never stealing a thing in their lives how many Hermes kids are treated like they are second coming of Arsène Lupin? And this is only the smallest part of the evil they have been doing to us…" He swung his hand around "Ilsamor, out there, dozens of demigods are struggling against the threats they have no idea about. They are being poisoned, chased and maybe even killed by the monsters while the 'all-knowing' gods are arguing about whether the sea storms are more fascinating than sky storms!"

Ilsamor had to concede that Luke had a point.

"For generations, they were taking our loyalty to them for granted. We were their children and pitiful mortals, of course! We continued to fight for their name while they had parties every day! I have witnessed it firsthand, Ilsamor! Me and Thalia were only children, and we were led through dozens of hells! For Kronos' sake, Annabeth was seven she was forced to escape from her home, and I am not mentioning the attacks she suffered from spiders!"

He had held out his hand to Ilsamor…

"So, join us! The moment I saw you, I knew you were special. Your disregard for camp's norms, your stubbornness and that unique power of yours, I knew you were not a normal demigod. A short investigation with Lord Kronos had confirmed it, and we couldn't believe it…" Luke's expression softened "I saw it in your eyes. The hunger but not for power, for family. You seek to belong somewhere, don't you? This is it then, Ilsamor. This is where you belong! Join us and lead alongside your father, your uncles and your aunts! You will be rewarded beyond your dreams; we can even bring back your mother and give her the life she deserves… Only thing you must do is to kneel…"

At this point tears were flowing from Ilsamor's eyes. 'Yes' his heart screamed. This was the thing he wanted; this was the thing he needed. Why should he stay loyal to the gods? What did they give to him?!

But no matter how shiny this future was, Ilsamor was a logical boy (however unlikely this seems to be). During all the years he lived, many times his teachers praised him for having a higher maturity than the children of his age (gee, another thing he spend no time to develop, what a surprise(!)), and he could see a few problems with the statement the Luke made.

"Luke…" he began to speak; his voice was hoarse at first. "This future you speak of… is beautiful. Many times more than the world I am living right now. It is almost too beautiful to be true…"

Luke grinned.

"… That's why I know it is not real."

His grin fell.

"I agree with many things you said. Yes, the gods are mostly pricks to their kids, yes there are many stupid rules in the camp and many unjust traditions. But do you really think these can be fixed by someone who has an alias like "Crooked One"?"

Luke frowned.

"Let's say that this happened. Suppose that you really went with Kronoos and things went as you planned. You managed to defeat the gods, then the Titans returned. But if Kronos betrays you then, what can you do? Is there another power who you can make an alliance with to correct this situation? What about the people you will lead? Will they trust you again?"

Luke stayed silent.

Ilsamor sighed "I am not rejecting your offer, but I want some time to think about it. I think you should do the same with the questions I asked at you."

He turned his back, but before he go he asked something he had been thinking about for some time. "Also, Luke, I was thinking about something, but I couldn't come up with an answer."

Luke waited silently.

"I am not sure yet, but there is something missing…" Ilsamor raised his head to look at the sky "If gods really have such complexes about being needed and they want people to worship them, why they keep their existence hidden?"

He turned around and saw that, this time his question managed to catch Luke by surprise.

"Luke… Why does the Mist exist?"

Luke seemed disturbed for a moment, then he shook his head "All these questions shows me that you are the ally we need… Very well, you will have your time to think, but I suggest you to be quick about it. Unfortunately for us, Titans spent most of their patience in the past millennium."

After he said that, Luke climbed on top of the hellhound again and disappeared in the shadows.

Ilsamor sighed and took a sip from the bottle he was carrying with him. His hands were still shaking from the confrontation, for a moment he was sure that Luke would make his hellhound kill him. It would not be unbelievable, considering how tired he was feeling.

With a willpower that he never needed before; he slowly began to walk to the bus stop.

He had one more place he needed to go before returning to Camp Half-blood.

"… I am sorry."

"No need for you to apologize…" He was barely managing to hold back his tears. "Now you will rest…" Though his voice continued with a slight hope after that "But if you want—"

"I would, but that's not it. If I accept your offer, then every morning I would see your disappointment."

He was surprised "Wha—"

"Because I cannot call you that…" Her voice was getting weaker. "I cannot call you—"

*THUMP*

He woke up.

It took a few seconds for him to realize where he was and what he was doing.

The first thing he realized was that maybe for the first time in a long time he had slept on a bus drive. He wasn't sure whether he should be surprised by it, considering how tired he was and how many things he needed to think about, but after a while he decided it was still a surprise to be sure, but a welcome one. In the past there were moments where he was dead tired, but he could not sleep for one second during a bus travel.

Ah yes, the bus travel. Hestia had left him enough money for one, but if Ilsamor had to be sure he did not need any, not with the Lotus Casino's unlimited cards. With all his maturity, he wasn't a bit ashamed to say he used that divine gift many times during the resting places on the road.

It had been about four days since he left Los Angeles. He spent most of his travel thinking about Luke's offer and training on his powers. So far, he could conjure small illusions of simple objects like toothpicks, but even this was tiring. All this taxing powers almost telling him that he cannot trust them unless it became a life and death situations, at least for now.

He got out of the bus. The time was around 2-3 am, so he preferred a taxi to reach his destination. To be honest he was too tired to walk, but he could probably walk there if he hadn't.

He went to the nearest cab at the entrance…

"To Aunty Em's Gnome Emporium please…"

If the driver was surprised that a kid wanted to go such a place at that time, he did not show it.

He wasn't sure why he wanted to go there as soon as he returned to the east. For now, he needed the expertise of a being who managed to avoid gods for centuries, but he could also feel there was another reason for this.

Great, something for the "Mysterious Facts About Me!" trashcan.

The cab stopped directly in front of the emporium. "Are you sure this is the place you wanted to come?" the driver asked. Ilsamor smiled while paying the money with plastic card "Thanks for your concern, I will be fine."

He got out of the car and waited as the cab drove away from the emporium.

Before knocking the door Ilsamor could not help but sigh, probably not an easy conversation was waiting for him, but sooner the better, right?

After a slight hesitation, he approached the door and knocked it three times.

"Closed…" a woman sound was heard after he waited a while.

"It's me." Ilsamor said. "Can I come in?"

There was a pause. For any other observer, it was short but for Ilsamor it was like a million years.

Then an unlocking sound was heard, and the door opened.

Medusa was looking exactly like they had seen her before. If you did not know her, you could easily say she is a middle eastern woman, her clothing and accent was spot on. She was wearing her sunglasses, which gave hope to Ilsamor, at least she did not want to kill him immediately.

A brief silence ensued.

"…Why are you here?" she asked with a slightly hesitant and irritated voice.

"I wanted someone to talk to. Can I come in?"

"…Do you have any idea about the time?"

"I am sorry, but…" he sighed "I am in a pickle, and I need some advice."

"Why don't you ask your friends?"

"They cannot help… I need advice from someone who managed to stay out of the gods' sight for so long."

"Good night kid—"

"I learned who my godly parent is."

Medusa stopped before closing the door. For some time, she looked directly into Ilsamor's eyes before finally relenting. "Okay, come in. I will make us some tea."

Ilsamor nodded before finally entering into the store.

The interior of the store had not changed since the last time. While he was mostly passed out during their time here, he had a brief chance to take a look at the shop, and so far not many things had changed. Maybe the only positive change he could observe was the curtain that pulled on the window, blocking the view of her ghastly stone statue garden.

He sat on one of the bar stools and waited while Medusa disappeared at the back of the store, a few seconds later he began to hear the sound of a working stove.

"Haa… What will I do now?"

It was the main question. Before learning about his divine heritage, Ilsamor had plans. There was clearly something wrong with the systems that gods were using. "No…" He thought "Maybe the problem is not how gods are acting, but rather how do we think we should act towards them…"

"I brought some tea."

Ilsamor was pulled from his thoughts, before raising his head and taking one of the cups he had in her hands. It smelled like jasmine. "Now, what happened?" she asked.

Ilsamor told her what happened during their journey. How they had survived their encounter with three chimeras in St. Louis, how did they escape the trap of Hephaestus, despite him making the trap deadlier. How they found themselves in Las Vegas before escaping the Lotus Casino and finding out who was really behind the theft. Finally, he told their duel with Ares and his descent to underworld to talk to his mom.

It was difficult to read her expression.

When he finished his story, Medusa took a sip from her tea. "I see, but I still don't see the reason for your presence here. You should tell these to your stupid friends instead."

"Then why did you take me in?" Ilsamor asked with a tired expression. Medusa sighed "I… don't know. Nothing about you makes no sense to me. You are a demigod, but even before you knew your lineage you choose to spare me. You of all the demigods hold my certain demise in your hands, yet why are you sitting so calmly in my presence?"

"I don't know, but there is something that I cannot explain. I feel like I can trust you."

Suddenly Medusa pushed him from his stool, then by using her weight she pinned Ilsamor to the ground. Her hands were near his throat, and she brought her face closer to his ear. "Do you know? You are just a naïve little fool, nothing else. Tell me why—"

"Then please do it!" Ilsamor shouted with anger, a glaring contrast to his calm demeanor just a second ago. "Come on! What, are you afraid to spill blood over the floors? Then take of your sunglasses! Come on, look me in the eye before you admit that Athena was right—" the hands around his throat tightened "What, did I hit a nerve?! Either do it or stop with empty threats!"

A few seconds passed without either of them making a move.

It was child's play for Medusa to see the crack on Ilsamor's façade. It was not an easy thing, no children, no matter how mature they are, are fit to overcome such turn of events on their own. Her hands slowly relaxed, and she lifted herself from Ilsamor. "You are an idiot…" she said before holding out her hand to help him get up. Ilsamor did not comment for a moment while rubbing his throat. Medusa finally sighed before sitting back to her stool "I understand why you feel so distressed, but why are you here really? I suppose you did not come here to die?"

Ilsamor shook his head. "N-No… I wanted to take advice from you."

"You wanted to take advice from me?" Medusa repeated, surprise was obvious in her voice.

"You are a woman who was cursed by the gods and maybe hunted by demigods for centuries, so I thought you could give me some advice on how to stay under the radar. I-I don't know what to do…"

Medusa looked at him for some time, it was impossible to know what she was thinking behind her sunglasses. "If it was up to me, I'd say drop everything and join your father's side. But I know you won't do it…" She took a sip from her tea "For now, you seemed to have covered the Olympos side with a lucky turn of events. No god can take you openly while you are under the protection of Hestia unless you challenge them first, and I think you are clever enough to not to do that."

Ilsamor nodded.

"What you need is a kind of political backing from the Titans' side. It does not need to be forever, but until you become strong enough you need someone to protect you from his/her relatives."

"Anyone comes to mind?" Ilsamor asked her. She was so tempted to tell him "How the hell should I know?!" but his eyes were so desperate that Medusa did not want to disappoint him. With another sigh, she answered his question "There are several, but the safest one you can reach right now is ironically your step-mother."

Ilsamor seemed puzzled for a moment before his eyes widened "You mean Theia?"

"Yes. Unlike her husband, she decided to take no sides in the battle between gods and titans. As far as I know, she was staying near an observatory called Palomar. Also, your half-sister can help you as well."

Ilsamor thought for a while before speaking with a fragile hope "You mean… Eos?"

"She was always a bit closer to the mortals than other titans. I think she would welcome you with open arms." Medusa finished her sentence before taking another sip from her tea.

Ilsamor looked down, like he was calculating something. Under her gaze, the resolve slowly filled his eyes again, and he nodded before taking the rest of his tea in one gulp. "Thank you, Lady Medusa."

Medusa dismissed him with a wave of her hand, but before Ilsamor could rose she raised her finger "I have one question though, Ilsamor. Where did you hear it?"

"Hear what?"

"The legend about me being the beauty wished by humanity and eating my sisters?"

Ilsamor frowned and he think it for a few seconds "I… I cannot remember."

"Then please don't mention this again in anywhere else…" Medusa said before finishing her own tea. "Lately I started to have some slight headaches from somewhere in west about this, and for some reason, people believe this version of the story. Nothing of the sort happened. Poseidon wanted me, we got Athena angry then she turned me into this. End of story."

Ilsamor nodded though his restlessness was still apparent. Then he shook his head and after he looked outside and saw the darkness, he asked (with a slight embarrassment this time) "Umm, can I stay here for tonight…"

Medusa couldn't help but feel the start of a migraine.

It was campfire time for Camp Half-Blood.

Last few days had been a blur for Percy, ever since he returned from his quest. He gave the master bolt to Zeus and omitted some parts of his story like Ilsamor wanted. However, even though they believed him about Ares being the main culprit, they too had no idea who was the force behind this heist.

At least they had not before Percy mentioned to them his dreams.

After everything, he and his friends were welcomed to the camp like heroes. Especially the Unclaimed kids celebrated him with more enthusiasm than others did, though their enthusiasm was slightly doused after they realized Ilsamor was not with them. Still though, they celebrated and got the chance to burn their shrouds. He felt happy, and maybe for the first time in his life, he felt he was part of something. A feeling, he was sure, that his friend would appreciate more than him.

He didn't feel that alone anymore. He knew that his father was proud of him, even though Poseidon was not sure what to think of him, he did not bring any shame to him.

Yet…

His thoughts turned inside. Even though the mission ended, he was still seeing dreams. Sometimes it was Kronos taunting him, but most of the time it was the life of that knight. It was not always a new scene, some of the dreams were repeating more frequently than others, and soon Percy realized that those repeating episodes were the fights that the knight had found himself in. One of those dreams had been repeated so often that Percy had started to memorize the movements that knight was going through in his minds.

That guy was a good fighter.

While he was still a novice, Percy could understand that. There was a fluidity in his movements and a certain grace he had not seen before. So far, Percy had seen fights where he would enter into the middle of a horde of monsters then cut them down methodically, a fight against a big, muscular guy with an axe, and he could swear that one of the dreams that cut in half, he was about to fight against a dragon!

Shame he did not see that dream again yet.

Sadly, none of the dreams had any kind of clue about the knights' identity. Okay, there was one clue and it was the sword that guy was using, but his knowledge on historical swords were not as deep as Ilsamor's and unfortunately he was not good at drawing. Though he was sure if he continues to see it this frequently, he could describe even its minute details to him very soon.

For now, with a semblance of peace and normalcy(?) returned to his life, he was only waiting for Ilsamor to come back. He did not expect the tensions to be that high strung in the camp, but it seems Luke was not exaggerating the situation. The situation was so bad that Mr. D had forbidden the people who were not staying in any cabinets to enter the dinner pavilion, and he had threated them with using Harpies. Chiron was tired from being the middleman, and most of the necessities inside the camp (like showers) turned into war zones and fortresses due to constantly being occupied by the Unclaimed.

Really, you would think that resisting building a few cabins would not be worth this chaos.

"Hey there Percy, how are you doing?"

Percy raised his head and saw that Grover had joined him near the campfire. From the corner of his eye, he could see an Apollo camper was preparing her instrument for the night. He sighed "Hey there, G-man. I was just lost in thoughts."

Grover nodded sympathetically. These days they could not meet that often since Grover finally got his license and was preparing for his journey to find Pan. "Would you like to talk about it?"

"We solved one problem, but it is like a revolution is about to happen here…" Percy said while gesturing the Camp. "Kinda makes me miss the times we were alone."

Grover looked around himself with a wistful smile "I agree, but for now I am trying to enjoy this. Soon, I will be alone for a very long time, and maybe I will never return."

"Don't say that!" Percy argued "You know if you'll ever need our help we will come to you, no matter what."

Grover smiled and nodded. They stood silently for a while before Grover spoke again "When do you think Ilsamor is coming back?"

"I don't know…" Percy said while frowning. "But I know he is in New York; he should be here shortly."

"How do you know?" Grover asked.

"I received a letter from my mom yesterday. She said Ilsamor visited him with a strange woman…" Grover looked at him "She described her as if she was from middle east."

Grover paled.

"According to her, Il looked very tired. They had a brief talk, and he said 'As a thanks for all that happened, I want to give you a choice. This woman can solve all of your problems, one look at her would be enough…"

"You are kidding me!" Grover said in terror. "What is Ilsamor thinking?!" When Percy did not answer, he turned to him "Percy?"

"Poseidon said my mom was a queen, a woman with no equal. I…" he sighed "She deserves better than that Grover. I don't need her protection anymore; she doesn't need to suffer that man for me."

Before Grover could answer, Beckendorf moved towards the center of the fire. This was an unusual move during the campfire songs, so soon silence ensued. He simply raised his hand, which had a single piece of paper. "I have a letter to the Unclaimed and Percy. It's from Ilsamor."

All voices stopped like they were cut off with a knife.

Beckendorf moved around the fire and held out the letter for Percy to read. Luckly for him, it was written with Ancient Greek letters but in English language:

My dear friends,

I am sorry for leaving without seeing you, but some developments have forced me to do so. In short, I… learned who my godly parent is. This information unfortunately means that staying in the camp is akin to a possible death sentence for me.

During this mission, I experienced many things and had a chance to better observe the heights we must aspire to reach. I am not saying that I will be gone forever, but as I am now, I don't see a reason why they would let me live.

Don't lose hope, we will meet soon.

Ilsamor

No one could speak.

From the corner of his eye, Percy could see the confusion and disappointment of the Unclaimed. To be honest, he was the same.

'Why Il? Why…"

"What did he mean by that?" a small girl asked.

Chiron stepped forward and grabbed the shroud that belonged to Ilsamor from one of the Unclaimed kids. As soon as he touched it, the sky rumbled. "I had my suspicions, but I discarded them as they were impossible."

He moved to the fire and threw the shroud in it.

"We must warn Olympos."

Campfire became stronger and stronger while the color of the fire turned to gold. Fires reached to the sky and atop a symbol occurred, a brilliant sun.

"No… This is impossible…" Percy heard Annabeth saying, but he cared not for it for he was busy with checking something else. At the end of the letter, there was a shining sword image. For someone who did not know Ilsamor, it may come as weird, but Percy was different. It was a sign that Ilsamor had used invisible ink to put a message there.

He slowly raised the letter to fire and read the magically appearing words.

"Percy, beware Luke"

"All hail Ilsamor Steward!" a child in the Unclaimed shouted. Even some of the campers kneeled like they would have a god owned a child, much to Chiron's look of desperation. "The son of Hyperion, the Titan of East and Heavenly Light!"

A silhouette stopped before exiting the camp. He was wearing a jacket and had pulled his hood. A sword similar to katana was on his belt and he had a bag arrow on his back. He stopped and looked just as the golden flame appeared in the camp.

Then he vanished into the night.

Thank you for reading another chapter of the Lightbringer. Yes, I know Ilsamor being son of Hyperion isn't that shocking for you, but it is shocking for them. Also, there are still a lot of mysteries revolving around him, so not all is solved.

In next chapter I will do a time skip because there will be a lot of OCs joining to the story, and as I know fandoms usually hate OCs, I will try to introduce them and their importance in a different way for me, I hope you will enjoy it.

Lastly sorry for the long delay, but I was trying to finish an arc of another story of mine and it took time.

For now, I bid you farewell and may everything be as you wish until we meet again :)