The morning was quiet so far and Skadi just prepared everything, she left her room and heard the voices of her children at the mead hall.

She headed upstairs and just as she expected, everyone was at the table having breakfast. She didn't know who was the one cooking this morning but the food looked delicious already.

"Morning everyone."

"Morning Goddess! " That was the general sentiment of everyone, greeting the head of the Familia as she found her seat.

Her chair was slightly different compared to everyone else's, it looked a bit more comfortable and had some more decorations compared to the rest. The rule was that either her or the Captain were allowed to use it and if anyone else was found using it then there would be severe punishment by cleaning the entirety of Fimbulvetr for a day. Naturally, no one wanted to suffer such fate.

"How was your sleep, Goddess? " Noel asked.

"It was fine, thank you." Skadi replied with a smiled and started to eat.

Just as she imagined, the food not only looked quite pleasant to her eyes it was also delicious, like she never experienced anything before. A pleasurable hum came from her lips, a feeling of relief came over her. "This is so good, who was the one in charge of the kitchen today? "

"That would be Sigurd, Goddess."

The words from Ragnar came like a wave crashing at her, no, it was even worse. She almost choked on the food after hearing that word.

"What?!"

"G-Goddess, are you alright? "

"What-… What did you just say? "

"I said that Sigurd was in charge of the food today." She heard right. Her eyes went left and right to each side of the table and no one looked to be worried that someone like Sigurd was mentioned, she was the only one distressed.

"I… I'll bring Sigurd to see if he can help you Goddess, you don't look so well." Livia got up from her seat and left the Goddess' vision.

"What a nice guy Sigurd is, he helped with some chores and didn't ask nothing in return! "

"Right? The door to the residences didn't lock well so he was able to replace some of the hinges and it worked! "

The conversation between Fanis and Alain felt surreal to her, what were they even talking about? Were those real issues? Or at least she never heard about them until now.

"As much as I hate him, Sigurd is really good when it comes to training, he's got a good swing."

"I can't deny that he is an efficient trainer. His methods might be unorthodox but Sigurd's technique is formidable."

Even Theresa and Albrecht were talking about it. The Amazon's behavior was no different from usual but the defender of the party spoke more despite keeping his neutral expression.

There was something wrong about this and she couldn't figure it out.

"Goddess, I don't think Sigurd would be happy that you are not feeling this well, maybe you should take the day easily.

"ENOUGH! " She immediately got up from her seat and took a few steps back, looking at all of her children. "What are you all talking about?! Sigurd's not here. Sigurd hasn't set a foot in Fimbulvetr in years, stop talking nonsense! "

All of the adventurers looked at her worried, but she knew she was right, none of this felt real. "There is no Sigurd…"

"Sigurd."

"Sigurd."

"Sigurd."

The children kept talking, whether to themselves or Skadi but she could only hear that name constantly. It made no sense, she felt a sense of dread, like all the time she had in the world was suddenly cut off, the deadline arrived and she could not bear it.

"Sigurd."

Another voice, a familiar one to her spoke that name but it was impossible, it was never meant to be there, not anymore. As she turned around, the shadow of a man stood behind her and as the features on the face were quickly revealed, she felt her heart stop beating. Her demise has arrived.

…

Skadi quickly got up from her bed and tried to hold onto the wall, her breathing was ragged and quickly as sweat rolled down to her cheeks.

But she realized that was not sweat but tears.

A nightmare, that's what she concluded, something impossible but at the same time it felt quite real, induced by the small conversation that Ragnar and Noel had late at night. She heard all of it and decided to sleep once again with the knowledge that the Captain knew that.

"Why? " She muttered to herself.

She heard some footsteps coming from upstairs, the kitchen was already functioning and someone was cooking. The hallway outside of her room was silent which meant that either the two boys that lived down there were either at the mead hall or were still asleep.

Skadi needed this time to focus, to understand that nightmare but at the end of the day she resigned herself to one simple fact.

The Goddess sat down on the bed once again and looked at the little bedside table. There was a small Magic Stone lamp that was turned off and a small set of keys. However her attention was focused on the first drawer, she opened it and inside there was a single item: A circle-shaped amulet that bore the symbol of her Familia, the snow flake of the eternal winter, the season of cold and the mark of the veteran hunters. The many values that she represented and that many other Gods look upon back in the Upper World.

But now? It was just a small stone amulet brought by Ragnar almost a year ago. Perhaps for him it was just his token to be accepted into the Familia but for her? It had more weight than that.

She grabbed the amulet and with her delicate fingers caressed the relief in the stone. It was older than the blond, perhaps older than many of the children she has now.

Skadi bit her lip, anxious as to what was going to happen that day. It was that day for her.

"I can only imagined you tried so hard to keep him away from all of this. So many years and eventually he found out." He spoke to the stone but no response came from the inanimate object. "All this time, I tried so hard as well and it was just a stupid book of all the things to betray me." Her nails scratched at the side of the object.

"To think he knows something, and today of all days. I don't think he'll forgive me… but after all of this, he has to know, he deserves to…" Skadi wiped a lone tear. "I don't think I'll be able to keep this promise for much longer, but until it happens…"

She put the amulet back in the drawer and closed it. It was time to start the day, wary that anything might lead to a certain conversation, but the silence in the hallway gave her some relief in a way, some more time to think and how to explain it because she was sure that it was not the Captain who would be asking her the questions but everyone.

"Until that happens…" She whispered to herself, getting her clothes ready and grabbing the keys.

Skadi looked at the mirror and the reflection showed a woman whose teary eyes were still red despite not crying anymore. Her sad expression was something she carried for a long time but even in that abyss she was able to find glimpses of happiness brought by her own children and friends.

She took a deep breathe, made a fake smile and left her room, closing the door behind her. It was time to face this long day.

Each slow footstep meant that she could prepare herself, each word she could think or each explanation given. She wanted to greet everyone but at the same time she wanted to avoid them, to hide in her room and never leave.

Just as she was ready to turn around the corner to climb the stairs, she felt her heart skip a beat and her breathing became quiet.

Sitting in one of the steps was Ragnar, holding a book in his hand and leaning against the narrow walls.

"Good morning, Goddess." He said, not harboring any tinge of anger or disappointment in his voice. That was a good start.

"Good morning, Ragnar. What are you doing here? "

"I was just waiting, I needed some time for myself to think even though this might not be the best place to do it."

"I understand, it must be slightly uncomfortable. May I go upstairs? "

"Sure." Ragnar stood up and stepped aside, letting the Goddess go through.

She took a few more steps, not looking at the blond as she was slowly going up. So far so good she thought. Everything was still going well, if this keeps going on like this then she would have the rest of the day to her own thoughts.

Unless…

"Goddess, who is Sigurd? "

That question. That damned question made her heart skip another beat, she could feel her breathing stop for a moment and be lightheaded. She had to put a hand against the wall to hold herself.

"Goddess? "

"He… was a great warrior, wasn't he? " She took a careful step.

"Apparently, but he was also a member of this Familia, before I even joined too." Ragnar also took a step forward. "Skadi, who was Sigurd? Why don't you want to talk about it? Why is this person so… mysterious that whenever I brought up the subject you just dismiss it? "

Many times have Ragnar or even Noel brought up this person's name but whenever they did the Goddess would counter it that she didn't want to talk about it. Simple as that, the two of them kept trying but no success whatsoever but this day felt different, not to Ragnar but to Skadi as well.

She took a deep breath once more, this was the end of the line, even if she tried to run away from it this shadow would not stop getting bigger. She lost.

"Ragnar…"

"Yes? "

"If you want to know everything about Sigurd, and I mean everything then I would ask you to accompany me today for a special errand. No Dungeon, no fighting, nothing of the likes."

"May I ask what is it exactly? "

"It is best that you see it for yourself once we're there." It was done. If she was going to do it then it might as well be this specific day. "Please, do not involve anyone else."

His first instinct was to ask why? but there was something strange about the Goddess that he did not wish to inquire about it. He just nodded and opened his mouth to speak. "Okay."

The breakfast went by quickly for Ragnar but for Skadi it was slow. Everyone but them talked, often giving simple replies just to keep the conversation from stopping.

The party split up with everyone going to the Dungeon with the exception of Ragnar who stayed behind since he needed to do some paperwork related to the Guild. When he asked for help none seemed too keen on helping and departed, an expected outcome.

After everyone was gone, Ragnar and Skadi prepared themselves and left Fimbulvetr, locking all the doors. She assured him they would return before everyone else did.

The first stop was a flower shop that was on the way to their unknown destination. Ragnar did visit some of these streets but on rare occasions, the sights of the Entertainment District's walls were quite impressive.

"Thank you."

After giving the money to the clerk, Skadi bought a basket full of white lilies, a flower so white that reminded him of his home among the snow.

He wanted to ask why did she choose those or why were they stopping at the flower shop in the first place but his guts told him that all of his answers would arrive shortly.

They kept on walking, Ragnar never visited this part of the city, the area known as Daedalus Street was a maze of its own in which he would never dare to visit it, even if it was for tourism. Fortunately this was not their destination, they stopped at the entrance of something bigger, larger than what he imagined but most importantly he would have never guessed what it was

A graveyard, and not just any kind, it was the Adventurer's Graveyard, where all of the bodies were laid to rest.

To call it big would not even being to cover it, green as far as the eye could see with a lot of gravestones, so many of them. There were some paths that people could take and this place was far from empty, there will always be someone that would be mourned, whether from a long time go or from recent times and in a city where the most popular profession is that of adventurers…

"Skadi, what are we doing here? Who are we here for? " Asked the blond, pointing at the flowers. It was clear that the Goddess brought him for someone, was Sigurd really buried here? Was this really where he will get all his answers?

"Ragnar, would you indulge me with a little story of mine? " He nodded. "Then please, lend me your ear and follow me." The Goddess walked inside of the graveyard and the Captain followed suit.

"As you are aware, we Gods descended from the Upper World for many reasons, although one can't deny that the most common answer you will get is because of entertainment. We are forced to live by a set of rules and in exchange we are allowed to live down here how we see fit."

"And why did you come down, Goddess? "

"Why else? I wanted to see how all of the mortals lived, but many of my friends and acquaintances also came down here for multiple purpose. Heimdall, Freya, Loki just to name a few, they all left and I was starting to feel alone and bored."

"And you decided to land in Orario."

"Quite the opposite. My arrival was far from the center of the world, it was near a small village to the east of the city. Far away from any conflict, kingdoms or a bustling life."

"I remember landing in a forest, the animals were in awe after seeing that pillar of light and from that I emerged. The trees engulfed in this white light, the river reflecting the purity and the grass under my feet blessed upon the arrival of a deity."

"But other than animals, I sensed that I wasn't alone. Near a bush I saw three kids who were just as surprised as the creatures nearby. Three humans, two boys and a girl who were no more than fourteen at best, they were also human too."

"Can you blame them? A God arriving to our world must be something impressive." Ragnar heard that deities arrived and left the world in a similar way, a pillar of light that could be seen from far away, like moths to the flame everyone would just turn their heads to admire or mourn it.

"That is what the kids were saying." Skadi continued. "They led me to a small cabin where I found the first adult. A man way too old and who has experienced so much in life."

"He told me that the kids had no parents, they died and he was taking care of them for many years now. I wanted to help him, to make sure that those children would have someone in the event that… well, time happened."

"So, I stayed at that cabin for a year. Learning more about the Lower World, interacting with its people from the nearby village and getting to know about the mortals."

"So how was that first experience? "

"Peculiar. I have seen some celebrations that were made, people begging for rains so their crops could grow, have seen people mourning their loved ones and even the birth of a new generation. All in the span of a year."

"But if there is one thing that I remember was that man would tell the kids stories of the warriors of old, their feats and conquests. Fearless individuals who would fight against impossible odds just to save everyone or their loved ones. True heroes in the eyes of those kids."

Skadi looked happy as she was telling this story, under the hood there was the face of a woman who remembered that year. Ragnar noticed it and while he saw the smile from the Goddess every now and then, this felt different, it was heartfelt, from her divine heart and even the way her eyes showed that glow full of life.

"But…" Sadly, that moment soon disappeared and her sad demeanor returned. Ragnar could only imagine that would come next in the story.

"If I could've spent more time there I would have, I was not expecting to move to Orario, not after witnessing all of that. Yet, human lives are finite. The caretaker of the children grew sick, his mobility got worse, spent every day on bed and at times it would be difficult for him to function properly."

"The children didn't know, but I did. That night during spring I saw that man uttering his last words. A plea or rather a wish, I saw him close his eyes only for them not to open them again. That moonlight saw that man's soul depart from this realm."

"Sorry to hear that…"

"I wasn't the one who should be told that but the kids. They were left alone, no parents and their caretaker passed away."

"But… they had you." Ragnar's voice also sounded pained, to lose one's parents is an experience he had unfortunately. "What did you do? "

"Without any restraints, the kids wanted to leave that place, to explore the world. To become heroes like in the stories their father told them. So naturally they all wanted to go to the place where heroes are born, where legends are made and if anything where they could forge their names in history."

"Orario."

"Any adventurer that wants to be known desires to come here. But we didn't have the money and they had no experience fighting, much less any chance whatsoever. So I decided to intervene about that and helped them."

"If anything, a Falna was able to give them some more ground to fight. But once again, money was an issue. So the kids decided to help the nearby village with some issues, namely fighting the pests that were often an inconvenience to the inhabitants. They were monsters at the end of the day but easy ones to deal with."

"After some months of preparation and obtaining the money, all four of us departed on the first wagon to Orario."

"And then you created Fimbulvetr, I presume."

"Not quite." Skadi smiled again. "We had a small home that we rented, the kids were happy. Imagine, living many years of your life in a quiet forest only to move to a bustling city can be quite a radical change, even for me."

"But we were a small Familia, another one of the bunch. Three kids and their Goddess who kept worrying whenever they went to the Dungeon. I suppose that even after all that I haven't changed in that regard."

"Is like I keep saying, Goddess. You don't have to worry about us, we are a big group so we can handle ourselves better." Ragnar (and definitely Skadi) knew that the statement was not entirely true. The day they were ambushed felt like a battle that they could've lost, if it weren't for luck and timing then maybe none of the children would've returned to the surface alive.

"I know, but you understand my position." Ragnar groaned when she said that. He understood, but didn't mean that he had to like it, he didn't want to see the deity worried like that all the time.

"So what happened next? "

"Time happened. The three kids got better at what they did, they levelled up and eventually we got some more attention. The small house we rented was not going to be feasible if we were to grow as a Familia so we got ourselves a nice plot not too far from Freya Familia's base. Me and her are on good terms so she didn't care much that I intruded near her fortress."

"That's how Fimbulvetr came to be. A small base turned into what you know today, or well… they day you first arrived. More children received my blessing and we went from being four to a few dozen. You can imagine that I needed quite a lot of help to feed all those mouths."

"Although there was a slight turning point. A boy, one of the three that were originally part of my Familia, he was quite strong but didn't want to take the leading role so he acted more as a right-hand man to the Captain from back then. I updated his status and noticed something special within."

"There was a Development Ability, something that I have never seen before. It was called Legendary Blood, a connection to a hero of old times."

"I had to research about it, and when I found what that bloodline connected to I finally realized."

"That kid was a descendant of Sigurd? " Skadi nodded at that question. "I think I now understand the book. The living descendant of a great warrior, it makes sense I suppose that an ability like that were to appear."

"I was proud, I will admit that during my time in Heaven I was aware of the feats of some people in this world, including that of Sigurd. I didn't call myself an erudite nor very interested in the subject but it caught my attention every now and then."

"So imagine that when he achieved Level 2 and we had to discuss the names for our children at a Denatus, I pushed and pulled some other Gods and eventually got what I was looking for."

"Sigurd. His adventurer name was Sigurd. It all makes sense now! " Ragnar chuckled and had another moment of realization. "Then my weapon, you made it custom made for Sigurd, and then he gave it to my dad! "

"Sorry? " Skadi stopped and looked at Ragnar with some confusion in her eyes.

"After we fought the bear, I had a dream where I talked to my dad back at home and then all the time in the hospital made me realize the truth, the amulet and now the weapon. Goddess, the night we first met you said that you were the one I was looking for but I wasn't the one you were expecting. Does that mean you were waiting to see my dad? "

"That… is correct, but-"

"So he was a member of your Familia, and Sigurd gave him his axe too! "

"Ragnar I-…"

The blond tapped his forehead "It all makes sense now! "

In this moment of excitement, Skadi continued walking and the Captain followed once again, letting him calm down after the realization.

"There is more to the story."

"Yes, sorry Goddess, continue."

"We were far from being the strongest Familia in Orario, it wasn't in our plans nor we were aiming for it, but we were competent if anything."

"And I don't want to say I had favorites among the Familia but Sigurd… was special, I grew fond of him and even… learned to appreciate him as more than just a member of my Familia." She looked back at Ragnar to gauge his reaction but he was still thinking about earlier, somewhat clueless on what the Goddess was talking about right now.

"But there was something, or rather someone. The daughter of a merchant, he fell in love with her despite her sickness and Sigurd pleaded me to help her. She received a Falna and while she would not perform any strenuous activities such as going to the Dungeon, at least she was able to help back at Fimbulvetr."

"Skadi, I want to ask something. You mentioned that the Familia had a downfall, was this before or after Sigurd…"

"During. We were targeted and many of my children perished in the attacks. Including the Captain at the time and the third in command. Out of all the three children that came with me from that cabin the only one remaining was Sigurd."

"So what did he do? "

"He made a decision. His at the time fiancé had a baby and Sigurd didn't want that baby to suffer the same conflict that we were experiencing back then. That decision was simple, they all left. He appointed a new Captain and then escaped in hopes of letting that new generation survive."

Skadi stopped walking and then turned to the blond who was still thinking about it. "So… who was Sigurd exactly? Not his story but his name, because if I were to know more about him then I could learn from it."

The Goddess did not say anything, she gestured to one of the tombstones that was right next to them. Ragnar turned his attention to it only to feel his heart freeze in that moment, his hands shook as he quickly bent the knee to wipe some of the dust and dirt that was covering part of the name. He bore a smile before all of this but now? His eyes widened in shock because if the revelation of his father being a member of the Familia was big for him then what happened next did more than just that, it broke his very heart.

Bjorn Strand

Sigurd

A great warrior and a loving child

The inscription in the stone was harrowing. To see his father's name and right below it the one person he was curious about. He felt his world crumble at the realization, kneeling there in silence as he tried to come up with words but his mind was anything but sound at the moment.

Right next to him was the Goddess' hand offering him one of the white flowers. If anything she believed that he should be the one to honor the dead, especially that one.

Ragnar kept quiet, he took the flower and placed it at the base of the stone. He looked at each side and read the other names, the ones that belonged to the kids that were not able to survive, those who accompanied the Goddess on her first days on the Lower World.

Ciril Ior

Oaken Master of Glory

A fearless Captain and a loving child

Haria Isira

Vengeful War Master

Always the smart one and a loving child

He helped her put the white lilies and praying for their souls. But that was not going to be the rest of the morning, there were plenty more tombstones they had to visit, those who have fallen in the Dungeon or through foul methods.

The story of Skadi Familia was one of tragedy, from children who lost their parents and even that caretaker to being murdered for reasons they were never able to find out. And the worst of it all was that the one bearing that pain for many years was a Goddess who carried on with their memories through grief.

They continued placing the flowers in each tombstone that belonged to former members of the Familia until they had no more. They were quiet, not a word was uttered but the feeling was mutual: Grief.

Eventually the tombstones ran out as well as the flowers. The dead were respected and the two of them left the graveyard.

"To find out this way that my father and Sigurd… they weren't two different people, they were one and the same…"

"I'm sorry Ragnar." He looked up to see the Goddess' face covered by the hood, although the weeping was easy to hear as well as the tears that were falling to the floor. "All this time I kept this a secret because of the promise I made to your father. He didn't want for you to find out about his past nor the troubles he had to endure."

"I had to keep this knowledge from you, to harbor this pain for so long ever since you showed up, it was breaking me on the inside…"

Skadi's knees gave in, she was ready to fall but the Captain was quick on the uptake and held her in an embrace which she returned.

"I can't blame you nor can't I blame him. He kept me ignorant so I wouldn't have to suffer a similar fate and I thanked him."

"But you are here now, and you were ambushed and attacked and-"

"And yet the only reason I came to Orario is because my dad trusted you enough to keep me safe. Do not think this as breaking a promise but keeping it instead. Goddess, you did your best but this pain you have is not healthy. I cannot forgive because there is nothing to be sorry about."

"Then… you don't hate me for this? "

"No! Why would I?" He smiled, his teary eyes still recovering from when they were placing the flowers. "I don't think I would have the strength to blame you for this."

"T-… T-…" But Skadi's tears came out again, crying on the boy's shoulder. "Thank you Ragnar, I feel an immense weight from my shoulders being lifted after so many years…" Her heart was broken but if anything that could be mended, anything could in due time and this was just the beginning of the Goddess' recovery.

"Ragnar, if you would mind indulging me one last time today, there is something I want to show you."

He agreed and they set off, leaving the graveyard behind with white flowers and tears.

Unlike the first part of the trip, this was longer, going to an entire different part of the city but the blond did not complain nor could he say anything to the Goddess until they were close to their destination.

"Have you visited the Bridge of Heroes before? "

"I know Noel, Fanis and Livia did. I only heard about it."

The bridge was full of statues of the different heroes of the past, if they had a statue then their feats were known well enough on top of being just as great to be worth of having their own spot.

Skadi stopped in front of one of them, almost like telling Ragnar we finally arrived.

The statue depicted a man raising a sword and standing with one foot on top of the skull of an unknown monster. The armor and the helmet looked ancient and some of the wear from the rocks was enough to warrant that whenever this statue was made and placed here it had happened quite some time already.

Underneath there was a plaque with an inscription: Sigurd, the hero of the people.

"While Sigurd, the hero, may have died a long time ago, this statue is proof that his legacy lives on. He was a great warrior, saved so many people and killed plenty of beasts that could've threatened the life on the surface… he was a womanizer so there is that too…"

"Let's just omit that part for now…" Ragnar sighed. "It's still strange if think about it. To think that Sigurd himself is an ancestor of mine, that me and my dad shared the same blood as someone like him. It is surreal."

"Don't let that get over your head, Ragnar. Your dad felt the same the first few days and even gloated about it. Do not make the same mistake as he did."

"I won't!" He waved his hand trying to dismiss that warning. "But Goddess, I'm curious. You said that my dad had an ability related to his blood and as far as I remember there was nothing on my status, wasn't it?"

"It's entirely possible that ability hasn't showed up for you yet. Perhaps when you level up or one day it is going to be there."

"Patience was never my strong suit at times." Both of them chuckled. "Still, I have to thank you, Skadi. I was not expecting to have this conversation today nor have I expected to end it like this."

"And I have to thank you, that weight on heart is now gone and I can move on from that part of my past."

Skadi lowered her hood and looked at the bright sky with a smile. She wiped a lone tear but her eyes were still red, if anything that was a price she paid and she was glad after everything was revealed.

"Skadi, there is something that is bugging me right now." She looked down at her child once more. "You said that the Familia had a downfall, that it was attacked by someone on top of losing people in the Dungeon itself. Do you think that the people who ambushed us the other day might be related to that? "

Silence.

"I don't know." But there was something telling her that she might be wrong, that whoever was behind that might be related to the events from over a decade ago. But the reason was still unknown, they weren't the strongest Familia in Orario nor the biggest, perhaps it was an easy target or there was more to it.

At the end of it, Skadi was unable to find a reasonable response.

"Very well, I'll try to find more about it on my own, I don't think it might be a good idea to involve everyone else just yet, otherwise there might be panic or worse, someone might go out of their way to punch information out of citizens" And he had a good idea who would be the first one to do that.

"I will leave that to you, but for now I think it might be a good idea to return to Fimbulvetr, wouldn't you agree? "

"Definitely and I would love to hear more stories about my dad when he was here. He never told me anything so you might know something, Goddess."

"Fine, if that makes you happy…"

The two of them smiled, despite how heavy the day was, both of them felt satisfaction. The young boy who discovered about his past and his ancestry while the Goddess found relief as a ghost of the past was not haunting her anymore.

This was a step in the right direction for the two of them, but even that road would not be as easy as any of them thought for there was still something bothering them. The ambush and the downfall, two events that seemingly looked disconnected might be more related to each other.

And perhaps the grudges of the past might still resonate in the present.

And so, a chapter that I has been in my mind for a long time finally happened. I wanted to give Skadi some more love as most of the focus is with the adventurers and I feel like I did some justice, granted this won't be the only chapter that will have her as focus but it's one of the important ones.

The whole build up of Sigurd as well as Ragnar's realization was something that i had planned way in advance (even if it wasn't the biggest reveal in fiction but it makes do for this story). And lo and behold a long chapter that is able to give some more development so it's always a good post.

That being said, thanks to everyone who's been following and putting the story as favorite, whenever I see a new notification in my email makes me happy.

Have a great week, a great March and as always see you all in the next chapter.