"If there's one thing to be taught
It's that dreams are meant to be caught
And friends can never be bought."
-Gavin DeGraw, Fire
Percy adjusted his suit as he walked through the halls of the Schnee manor, a maid escorting him to where he was going.
His talk with Jaques had gone… well.
Interesting, but well. Jaques, with all his money, was hardly concerned about the actual pricing of the weapons, (as he and Shiro had desperately hoped would be the case) or pretty much any other real detail. He'd assured Percy his secretary would get in contact with Percy's secretary (which Percy took to mean he could get away with throwing all the work onto Shiro) to hash out the details.
What Jaques was mostly concerned about was the future. He talked alot about a partnership, and Percy's potential, and a lot of other things. Percy mostly listened.
But now their talks were over, and as Shiro had told him Jaques had invited him to stay the night so that they could talk business some more tomorrow night. Percy wasn't sure what 'business' they'd be talking, but Shiro had told him to accept the offer, so he did.
But the night was still young, which is why Percy was doing what he was doing now, on his way to a balcony where Winter Schnee was currently sitting. Jaques insisted they get to know each other, being similar in age. Percy just needed to make sure he wasn't trying to marry them or something. He didn't put up too much protest when Jaques asked him to socialise with her, but it would likely be far from pleasant. Not that there was something wrong with her, but if he knew anything about her type she wouldn't be super thrilled to be forced to play social with another of her dad's business partners.
Percy knocked lightly on the glass door to the balcony where she sat and opened it, slipping through to take the seat next to her.
She was still wearing her dress from earlier, and though it was more practical than most it was still quite flattering, clinging to her form and showing a lot of skin. A glass of some variety of white wine sat in her hand and she spared him a distracted glance as he sat himself down in a seat next to her.
"I heard my father wanted us to go on a playdate."
Percy cracked a smile as Winter went back to looking out at the snowy mountains in the distance. They were sitting on an open balcony in the middle of Atlas, but somehow everything within the balcony was kept perfectly room temperature. He figured it was some form of dust shenanigans and took a moment to marvel once again at the level of wealth the Schnees threw around like it was nothing.
"Something like that. I'm sure he thinks he's fostering future connections or something along those lines by forcing you into this stuff."
Winter raised an eyebrow, glancing back at him one more time. "Who says he's not succeeding? I can tell you know how to fight." she glanced at him up and down. "It's the way you handle yourself. That means you're not a pushover, at least."
Percy raised an eyebrow, settling into his own seat. "Oh? Did they teach you how to identify fighters at Atlas, or is that a natural quirk of yours?" Percy teased.
The only sign Winter was amused was a slight puff of breath from her nose. "You learn to recognize that sort of thing. I'm just a bit ahead of my classmates, and likely you, on that front."
Percy tried to choke back his laugh at the arrogance displayed, but apparently failed at least somewhat in keeping his humor completely contained, judging by the look Winter shot him.
"Your father mentioned you go to Atlas. Aren't the huntsmen academies always boarding schools?" Percy asked, in an attempt to change the subject.
Winter frowned. "Usually, but my father only allowed me to attend Atlas on the condition I remain here when I'm not attending classes. He's okay with me furthering my training, but he wanted to make sure his daughter would be here for all of his meetings and guest dinners."
Percy winced. "Like this one." Winter raised a shoulder in response. Percy's eyes followed her smooth skin before he snapped himself out of it.
"I didn't think that'd be allowed. I'm guessing your father just… what, told the headmaster to let you leave outside of classes?"
Winter took a small sip from her glass. "Father asked that I be allowed to remain at home during the school year. The headmaster declined, apparently deciding not to participate in nepotism. Instead of removing his funding from Atlas academy which would have been a PR nightmare, my father called some of his friends in politics for a favor. The next day, the headmaster was presented with a missive from the council military oversight committee demanding he give my father whatever he wanted."
Percy let out a low whistle, "That's… I'm sorry. That can't be fun."
Winter rose another slender shoulder, downing the rest of her wine glass. "It's my life. How about you? You're young enough you could have just gotten out of a combat academy. What, fail Beacon's initiation and decide to spend some of dad's money on a business venture?"
Percy let out a loud laugh, startling Winter. "No, no. I never went to a combat school, but Ozpin did invite me to Beacon. I declined, that's not the route I want to go in life."
Winter looked almost affronted. "What's wrong with being a huntsman?"
Percy raised an eyebrow. "When did I say there was something wrong with being a huntsman? But I don't need a school to waste my time and then tell me what I already know in four years; that I'm ready to fight to protect people. Besides, the way I see it… what I'm doing now, it lets me help people on a grander scale. With enough influence, you can make the world a much better place. I'm sure you understand, being set to be the most powerful woman in Remnant soon enough."
Winter pinned him to his chair with a stare, and Percy stared right back.
"I'm not going to take control of the SDC."
"Huh?"
Winter adjusted her chair so she could look at him easier, unconsciously (or, consciously, Percy granted) flashing him some cleavage. "I decided the moment I stepped foot in Atlas academy, the moment I shook Colonel Ironwood's hand. I could never go back to the world of fake smiles and faker words. Of expensive clothes and exquisite wines." she glanced at the empty glass sitting on the table next to her. "In the military, the person next to you will die for you. And you'll do the same for them, and you both know it. It doesn't matter what spats you have privately, if you find them annoying or if you'd just finished having a screaming match. You'd jump in front of an ursa for them, and every one of them would do the same for you." She paused, looking at the floor. "Nobody knows, except the colonel, and well… I guess you now. But my question is, how do you experience… that, and go back to the world of business? You were a soldier, or at least some version of one at some point. How do you come back from that life and decide to have a meeting with my father?"
Percy let a slightly sad smile show. "If I could, I would join you. Go back to being a simple soldier, a fighter, out there where there aren't so many shades of gray, and the only thing you have to worry about is how you're going to survive. Being at war, though filled with grief, were probably the best years of my life. But being a soldier won't let me affect the world around me." he paused himself, and shrugged. "If I'm a very good fighter, I can save a village. I might be able to fend off a grimm attack, or save a few thousand lives in my time — certainly an accomplishment. But with enough power, with enough money and influence? I can change everything. I've had a taste of what it feels like to control my own domain, a small lick of it. To be able to wipe away generations of oppression and pain with a signature on a document, to see how all the strings come together with a text on my scroll, and pull those same strings with a call. What I want to do in this life, what I have to accomplish, I can't do that as a soldier anymore."
Winter bit her lip. "I've learned that going that way, it corrupts people. You only get so far before you start thinking of things as numbers, as if you could possibly weigh the value of a life on a scale. As if you think you can play god."
"Someone has to." Percy surprised himself with his response. "People always complain about how unfair things are, and for good reason most of the time. But the moment anyone comes around and starts pushing down on the scale, they don't like it. Now," Percy held a hand up to stall Winter's response. "I have to admit, most of the time those that take things into their own hands don't have the best moral compasses. But that's because of some vague impression that only bad people seek power. The flaw with that is that at the end of the day, only those who are bad people will have all the power, because the good people consider it wrong."
Winter swallowed. "It's not right to control other people, to pretend you could possibly judge them against each other, to make a decision only fate could."
"Fate can go fuck itself!" Percy snapped, before taking a breath and calming himself. "Look, someone will always try and have their hands on the scales. There will always be millions striving for more. More power, more wealth, more control. So who would you rather have with their hands on the scale, who would you rather have holding the strings?" Percy asked, boldly leaning forward and gently grabbing her chin, forcing her to look him in the eyes. "You told me your secret so I'll tell you mine. I'm not from Vale, I'm from Mistral. I'm a crime lord. I found the city of Windpath full of squabbling, petty, cruel, gangs. And you know what? I took it from them. With blood, and backstabbing, and cowardly tactics, and fake smiles and faker words. But at the end of the day, that city is better off. Because I showed up, and kicked everyone else out. Fate would have let those people suffer in squalor for the rest of their pitiful lives because fate doesn't give a damn about most people." Percy ranted, and he had to admit there was a bit of real anger at Oum in his speech. Oum was a friendly guy, but he'd created Windpath and Mistral and Kuchinashi and every other failing city in Remnant and hadn't given a second thought about the millions of people he'd just decided would live in horrible conditions.
"So fuck fate. And fuck the morality that tells us it's wrong to seek power, and fuck every asshole who thinks they can abuse it." Percy… didn't know exactly why he was doing this. Hades, this little rant could cost him a lot. Winter could go rat on him, Jaques would look into it, and the rest would be history, along with him. But nobody had ever accused Percy of being a particularly calculating person. So he did what he always did, and winged it. Besides, for some reason he couldn't place he trusted Winter. At least, with this. They seemed to be the same kind of person, they just had different experiences.
Percy cleared his throat, releasing her chin and leaning back. "I'm sorry, I just…"
"No, no. Please…" Winter glanced away. "I get it. Thank you. For sharing that with me, I mean."
Before Percy could respond a shorter, rather plump butler knocked lightly on the glass behind them and opened the door, peaking his head through. "Madame Schnee, I must remind you that you have classes early tomorrow. It would be best if you retired soon."
Winter shot him a helpless glance and stood up. "I really should be getting back. I have to be at the academy by six tomorrow."
Percy rushed to stand up with her. "Let me walk you back at least. I may not see you tomorrow."
Winter smiled and nodded her assent, and just like that they were off to her room, sans the butler. She led the way through a myriad of hallways and corridors, all decorated in the same, very rich decorum. They remained in an awkward silence all the way to her room, until they reached her door.
They spent a second or two in silence in front of her room, Winter giving him a look he wasn't quite sure he recognized, before he spoke.
"Hey Winter, for what it's worth, thanks for giving me a chance. And it was good talking to you. I'll uh… I'll let you know the next time I'm in Atlas, if you wanna—"
Winter quickly glanced down each end of the hall before yanking Percy into her room and with a surprising amount of strength, shoving him against the wall. Percy would have liked to say he couldn't react in time, but that was a joke. A huntress in training Winter may have been, but she was still in training, and she was still mortal. But, Percy was curious enough to let her do whatever she was going to do. He was only mostly surprised when he felt her cool lips on his, and his head knocked into the wall behind him clumsily. It took a moment for him to get with the program, but when he did he did so with gusto.
If this is the route the night was going, well, Percy would go with the flow.
Percy flew home feeling refreshed the following night after another rather pointless conversation with Jaques Schnee. At least it helped to build up a bit of repertoire with the man, but otherwise he felt like another day had been wasted. On top of that his prediction was right, and he hadn't seen Winter for the entirety of the next day. He wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. He did realize that afternoon, however belatedly, that he hadn't even gotten her scroll number.
Despite that Percy took the opportunity on the bullhead ride back to Windpath to call Shiro. His tired voice greeted Percy on the other end.
"Hey."
"Hey," Percy responded lamely. "I'm heading back right now, how is the Kuchinashi situation looking?"
"As far as any of our people are able to tell, the chairman is being genuine. But still Percy, are you sure it's a good idea in the first place? We could be starting something we can't finish. Invading a small village in south Mistral with a few bullheads is one thing, but Kuchinashi is a bit bigger than even Windpath. It won't be easy to take."
"Shiro, when will you learn to stop doubting me?"
"I'm not doubting you'll be able to take the city, I'm just thinking about how much of a pain it'll be. You can't just walk in with guns blazing and kill everyone like you did in Windpath, that'll leave you with a mess of a city. Even Windpath took us months of planning. I can't handle this for you, either. I have my hands full as it is. You'll be trusting this chairman and a bunch of random gangs to give you control over their city, which won't happen."
"Well, there will always be cooperative people. I'll put them in charge."
"Most of the time these cooperative people are only cooperative so they can take advantage of you. Siphon off some funds, run the city like their own private empire."
"Then… what about taking some of our guys from Windpath, the real loyal and competent ones, and putting them in charge of Kuchinashi?"
"Then you'll have to deal with the gangs you're working with revolting against you. Maybe the council, too."
"Well then it'll be a pain, but do you see any other way?"
"You could always run the city yourself for a while. Find the ones that will end up loyal."
"As charismatic as I am, Shiro, I'm sure you've noticed I'm hardly cut out for the whole desk job thing. Get a dozen or so good guys ready to make the move to Kuchinashi soon. And… promote your replacement. I think it's time you didn't manually manage Windpath anymore. With all the expansions we're making, I need someone I can trust at the top of everything."
"I'm still not sure this is a good idea. With this same amount of effort in Mistral I'm sure you could cut out a decent swathe for yourself."
"I have plans for Mistral as well, I'll fill you in tomorrow. But for now, I really like the position owning the two largest cities in Mistral puts me in."
Percy strolled into what was technically his office late the next morning. Shiro was sitting in what was technically Percy's desk, and writing with what was technically his pen. One of these days he'd have to get himself another office somewhere else, even if he never used it.
Percy eyed the bourbon sitting on his desk for a moment before deciding it was too early in the morning, even for him. Now that he thought about it, maybe he had picked up a bad habit or two from Qrow. That being drinking when he probably really didn't need to, and a lot earlier than he should.
He mentally shrugged, plopping down on one of the cushioned chairs around the coffee table. Being buzzed turned the small pain he constantly felt in the back of his mind at the loss of his loved ones into a barely noticeable humm, so it wasn't all bad.
Shiro, for his part, barely spared Percy a glance before ducking his head again and going back to his paperwork.
They sat in silence for several moments before anyone said anything, the only sound being the soft scratch of a pen against paper. It continued for about thirty seconds until Percy couldn't take it anymore.
"Lot of work today?"
Shiro didn't look up, just shifting one paper aside to start work on the next one. "Well, I have to arrange for my replacement, the transfer of a ton of assets, approve official budgets that didn't exist before because I was personally running Windpath, write out a detailed directive to my replacement on what he is and is not allowed to do," Shiro trailed off before looking up for a single moment to give Percy a deadpan look. "It's a lot of work. At least I already had my replacements lined up because of what you told me before."
Percy winced. "Well, at least it'll be mostly over when you're done, right? You'll have a lot less work. Hades you could appoint someone to be the head of the MTC as well, that wouldn't hurt."
Shiro raised an eyebrow, keeping his head down. "And do what, sit around all day? Go run another city? Manage your finances like I'm a stock broker? It's better I have something to do, at least."
Percy rolled his eyes. "I'm sure that I'll have something suitably arduous for you to do soon enough, but you could use a vacation. I've been runnin' you dry since you came to work for me. That's not how I treat my friends. Come on, go take a bullhead to Vacuo."
Shiro blinked, finally taking a break from his work and looking up. "That's it!"
"Huh?"
"That's it. Vacuo. You wanted to prospect for dust, right? Well, before the kingdom financially collapsed the SDC ran most of their operations in Vacuo. There's incredibly large dust deposits there. Bigger than Atlas, even. The SDC didn't want to invest in a failing nation, for good reason, but Vacuo's pretty much hit rock bottom now. If we get in touch with the council there, we may be able to get some favorable terms to begin buying up their land. The Vacuans aren't always open to private investors which is why they don't have a public market, but if you grease the hands of a couple councilmen..."
Percy sighed, and leaned on the palm of his hand. "Shiro, my point was that you need to relax. While that's intriguing, and I'll be sure to look into it, you need a break."
"You haven't had one." Shiro pointed out.
Percy rolled his eyes. "Yes, but my work is much less soul-crushing. I get to go hijack trains instead of sit behind a desk all day. Besides, I spend a lot of time training in the woods around Windpath. I pretty much consider that a vacation anyway. Take a load off, man."
Shiro sighed. "Fine, I'll take a break. But," Shiro held up a finger when Percy began to talk. "Only if you send me to Vacuo, and let me do business while I'm there. I'll settle our business there, and while I'm still in the city I'll take a couple days off. It's the best you'll get."
Percy closed his eyes and pressed his palms into them for a moment. "Alright, fine. But you are taking a few days off. No work, no nothing. I'll know if you're lying."
Shiro gave him a small smile and went back to his pile of paper. "Got it, boss. Now, what was this about Mistral?"
Percy snapped. "Oh, yeah. I actually had a similar plan with Mistral as you do with Vacuo. Except instead of their resources I want their people."
"Oh? How do you plan on convincing them to let you have that?"
Percy shrugged. "The people on the very bottom of the mountain don't work anyway. They eat rats and live in squalor. It's genuinely sad, but it also spells opportunity. They only aren't able to work because Mistral doesn't allow private investors, especially foreign ones. The only way to own anything in Mistral is to be a part of a great family. But I have an in with them, I'm confident I can at least get a meeting. At that meeting, I'll ask them for permission to buy a chunk of the bottom floor. It's more a hindrance than anything for them, and it's not doing them any good as it is. I will, through as many incentives as needed, try to make them agree. And then after that I'll have access to the cheapest and largest labor force on Remnant."
Shiro furrowed his eyebrows. "What will you even build? A labor force that large is incredibly useful, but I doubt we could use them all for weapons."
Percy shrugged. "We'll move the few factories we have in Atlas and Vale to Mistral. It'll help our overhead quite a bit. But on top of that, why not do what I did with Windpath and just… open it for business? Any investor that wants to invest in the area has to go through me, and we reap all the benefits. If the great families see how successful it is, they'll be open to giving me more."
"And who's to say they won't do the same thing themselves? Just… take your idea."
Percy waived it off. "They could try, and I'm sure they'd succeed to some extent. But they're ancient, and they don't have a track record. More than likely they'd see the success and just build their own factories down there. It'll be a step up for sure, but the profits will pale in comparison to private investment."
Shiro hummed, flourishing his signature onto another document and looking up. "Alright, it doesn't sound like a bad idea. I'll get the ball rolling in Vacuo, you take care of Mistral, and in the meanwhile we can start supplying those friendly gangs in Kuchinashi with some weapons. It should help them win some skirmishes, which will be a huge first step in disrupting the hierarchy there."
Percy grinned and stood up, knocking on the table as he started to leave. "I like it. Finally getting going a bit faster. Finally getting somewhere. Which reminds me." Percy paused at the door. "As soon as the profits from the Schnees start rolling in, start to buy out the other Atlesian arms industries. The ones producing high end weapons and automated defense systems. I don't want there to be another company on Remnant capable of producing weapons of war."
Shiro gave him another small smile. "It might take a while, but I'll start now. Enjoy the families, Percy."
Percy snorted. "I won't."
A short conversation with Alexandros later found Percy in Alexandros' living room, a bit more crowded than usual.
The heads of several of the larger families had gathered here to hear out his proposition. As Alexandros pointed out, 'there's no point even attempting to get a vote from the great families if the most influential ones don't go along with your idea.' So here he was, waiting for the last of the nobles to arrive.
Not five minutes later the last one walked in, taking the last remaining seat. Despite the informal venue of Alex's living room, the meeting felt far from relaxed. Everyone (except Percy, that was) wore a suit, had expensive cigars, and half a dozen men in suits crowded around the small room for their protection. Percy reckoned he could still take them, but he didn't even want to begin thinking about trying it. And not only because of how fruitless it'd be to attempt taking a city as large as Mistral by brute force alone. The city of Mistral was a country in and of itself. He'd have better luck trying to conquer the continental United States by walking into the white house and killing the president. It just didn't work that way.
Shaking his head of latent thoughts, he stood up and shrugged his shoulders, clapping his hands together once to gather everyone's attention. Though there were only five men here, not including Alex or himself, they were still occupied with their own conversations on the other side of the room.
"Thank you for agreeing to meet with me." Percy began, looking over the very unimpressed group of old men before him. He tried to ignore the smoke wafting through the air, and had to wonder if Alex had disabled the fire alarm or something. "I've come to you because despite how our last… conversation, went, I still think we can do good things for each other. I'm here to ask to buy a part of Mistral from you today. Part of the bottom floor, full of people you don't need or use. In exchange for a… negotiable but rest assured large amount of money, I want to purchase some of the land from you. Or lease it, at the least."
They had the decency not to be cliche, at the least. None of them burst out in laughter, or mocked him in any way, but Percy was getting that energy from them nonetheless. Only one or two of them even seemed interested in entertaining the idea.
"Look boy, we told ya," the old man a chair away on Percy's right took a large drag of his cigar. "We don't want your business. Why would we let you buy part of our city?"
Percy lowered himself back into his chair, and tried not to let his hostility show on his face. "Because it's a useless area anyway. I can turn it into a productive part of the city, with jobs, and growth. That's sure to spill over to the rest of the city, and I can pay for it rather well."
The same man from before let out an ugly snort, apparently speaking for all of them. "You think money tempts us, kid? Our families have been running the city for thousands of years, and since the great war there isn't even a king to pay our dues to. Money is one thing we don't need. So get lost." he looked away dismissively, and Percy clenched and unclenched his fist multiple times.
The one directly to Percy's right rested a hand on his colleague's knee and patted it twice, as if to calm him, and then turned to Percy.
"Look, Perseus. You seem to have good intentions, and your ideas have promise," he spoke with a coarse Italian (south Mistralan, he thinks?) accent, and had a very old, weathered face. In fact, he might've been the oldest person in the room. "And we truly mean you no disrespect, however some of our people may act." he sent a very small look at his neighbor, which Percy barely caught, but it was hardly pleased. "But the families are the only ones that own land in Mistral. And that won't change, not for all the lien in the kingdoms. Tell me," he quickly licked his lips and coughed into his hand, before resuming. "Did we ever give you a reason, an actual one, as to why you were not accepted, despite being of pure Mistralan blood?"
Percy's silence was apparently an answer on its own.
"I would like nothing more than for us to bury this rift that has formed between the families and yourself, and move together to the future. But the reason we didn't grant your entrance into our covenant is the same reason we can't agree to your deal now. We all have our different ways of doing things," he waved a hand to gesture at all of the other men in the room. "But one thing we all have in common, is honor. If we show up to another's house, we will be treated with hospitality. If one of my men were to get into some rough business, each of the men in here would have the courtesy to bring him to me, rather than taking things into their own hands. You have not shown your enemies the same courtesy. You've invited your enemies for dinner and butchered them where you ate. You've killed one of our own, even."
Percy interrupted at that, leaning forward, "They struck first. They struck a deal and sent their people to kill me." Percy wasn't going to bother telling the man that he was indeed alive, just in a very dark cell in Windpath. "I did what I did to protect myself and those around me, and nothing more."
The old man raised his hands. "Be that as it may, your track record in Windpath does not paint you in a favorable light. I'm sorry Perseus, but we cannot accept someone like you into a family, and for that same reason we can't let you do business in Mistral. We'll have to decline your offer."
Percy paused for a moment, thinking over his next words.
He couldn't take Mistral by force. If he wanted to exert influence in Mistral, he needed the great families behind him. And he couldn't just kill them all. There were quite a few problems with that line of thought.
But if he couldn't brute force it, and he couldn't convince them with words, and having a powerbase in Mistral was integral to his plans… what was he to do? He had to come up with a third option, and fast.
That's when he realized… he didn't need their permission at all.
Sure he couldn't come in and clear Mistral from the top down, taking control from its systems of power like he had with Windpath. But what if he could do it the other way around? If he just… started his own operations on the lower floors, what could they do? He had enough muscle to fend off anything they wanted to intimidate him with, (so long as they didn't take it seriously) and as long as it didn't come to full out war in the streets he was fine. That was if they even realized what he was up to. The bottom floors were so desolate Percy'd be surprised if they had any idea what was going on down there.
Maybe he couldn't open it up to private investors so easily with the questionable legality of it all, but he could certainly set up his own factories. For guns, simple amenities, steel mills, making clothes and who knows what else. Like he'd said before it wouldn't generate nearly as much wealth as private investors, but the benefit is that all the wealth it did generate was his. Percy distractedly stood and shook off the night's losses, throwing on a smile he hoped convinced at least one of them.
Now all he needed was a foothold in the Mistral underground. And he had a feeling he knew exactly how to get one.
"You want to what?"
"I want to start some operations on the bottom floors of Mistral. I'm sure you have some… sympathizers you can get in contact with. All I need is a few people to get in touch with, the rest I can take care of."
"... Well, I don't have much of a choice, do I? I'll send you some names and vouch for you, but the rest is up to you."
Percy grinned at the fuzzy face of Adam over the scroll. "Thanks. I'll be sure to get you some better rations this month." Percy clicked his scroll shut.
Well, that was that. He could go deal with Kuchinashi while Shiro started setting up factories on the bottom floors, while some of the MTC's managers started setting up in Vacuo. And with any luck, nothing too big would interfere with any of their plans. He was sure he was jinxing it somehow, but he didn't think Oum had quite the cruel sense of humor the fates on earth had.
Or at least he hoped that was the case.
Ayo, well, that happened with winter. I'm sure Qrow will be delighted in 4 years.
Things are speeding up, after this comes some time skips, some ludicrous speed writing (okay, not quite ludicrous speed, but there'll be some timeskips and things go a bit faster okay.)
Just wanted to say huge thank you to those on my Pat-reon. I like quintoupled my pat-rons this month, and im getting like 5x as much. Huge motivator guys, thank you. Also my main man Shiro has bought to $20 tier, and asked for a chapter more a month of fairytales and gods. So, ya'll will be getting 2 chapters a month now. I'll be starting that next month.
Even before Shiro as a thank you I uploaded another chapter to my pat-reon, so they're two chapters ahead right now, meaning the next 2 chapters are both up. I'll be correcting that this month, meaning ya'll will get one more chapter than pat-reon. Both my Pat-reon and discord are on my profile. I'd love ta see ya there.
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