Bob could count the number of tis, as an adult, that he'd wanted to hurt another human being on his digits without having to take off his shoes. Or even unzip his pants. Despite wading through oceans of monster blood and viscera, he considered himself a peaceful man. He'd rather walk away from a situation that made him upset than endure a confrontation, at least, when the only one being abused was himself. He'd learned that he couldn't walk away from the gross abuse of his fellow man when he'd had his encounter with those noble assholes in the Karcerian Empire.
He'd also learned that he did have certain lines which people would do well not to cross, naly hurting Monroe, although he'd always known, in the back of his mind, that if anyone hurt his cat he'd repay that action tenfold.
Further, his social experiences had never provided him with the opportunity to accidentally hurt anyone, emotionally. When he was young, no one had wanted to be associated with him, and once he'd beco an adult he hadn't gone back to that particular well. It wasn't until he'd arrived on Thayland that he'd ever had soone he could call a friend.
All of this was to say that Bob's experience with crying teenage girls that he'd apparently wronged was second to none. Closer, in fact.
"I'm sorry?" Bob asked as he gently patted Nora's back while she sobbed against his chest.
"You left !" She burbled.
At least that was what Bob thought she'd said.
"I'm sorry," he repeated. He was pretty sure that was the correct response.
This had been going on for quite so ti, and he was left to idly wonder if dehydration was going to be a concern, or possibly the tipping point for coherent conversation.
In all of his previous social interactions on Thayland, any awkward conversations had been defused with the swift application of Monroe. His social defense kitty had saved him many tis, but in this instance Nora had ignored the appearance of the most handso kitty in the world, leaving his impurrial majesty to lounge across the huge table where he'd so recently enjoyed lunch with his friends.
Bob was also increasingly aware of the disgruntled muttering of various patrons of the Tavern as select cuts of at and slices of cheese were quite literally magically disappearing from their plates.
Monroe's rumbling purr was only occasionally disrupted as he devoured his purloined feast.
At over half a ton, he'd definitely reached the 'Oh lawd he comin'' stage of the Chonk Chart, and could really pack it away.
"Why didn't you take with you?" Nora's sobbing was tapering off enough that he was able to understand her.
"I honestly didn't even think about it," Bob confessed. "I an, you're a great kid, but you've got friends, family, and responsibilities here."
This was apparently the wrong answer, as Nora renewed her sobbing with a vengeance.
It took half an hour of repeated apologies and sobbing for Nora to calm down enough to sit down at the table with him, where his faith in reality was restored by her plying Monroe with pets.
"I was stuck having to deal with all the people from Earth who were in charge of their towns and Dungeons," Nora said. "Not all of them were nice."
Bob rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah, I'm sorry about that. The ship I built had just been attacked in space by a warship from the Church of the Light on Parceus, and I didn't have confidence in the King of Greenwold to be able to protect from them."
"I had to deliver the taxes to the King of Greenwold myself," Nora shuddered. "You know how scary he is."
"Oh, I know," Bob assured her. "When I introduced him to the Secretary of Defense, I was certain that I was going to be the reason he decided to just clean sweep Earth."
"One of the towns lied about their taxes," Nora continued. "I didn't know it, but sohow he did. I had to go back and bring the leader of the town back, and then the King set him on fire." She shook her head. "The King simultaneously burned him and healed him at the sa ti. He kept it up for a long ti too, he said it was a number of seconds equal to the number of mana crystals they'd stolen from him."
Bob winced. He hadn't even t the King of Greenwold when he'd made the conscious decision to never, ever, steal from a Dragon. He briefly wondered who in the hell had missed every single reference to dragons in every single cultural myth, ever.
"That had to be unpleasant," Bob offered.
"It was awful!" Nora half shouted, wiping her eyes.
Bob held his breath, afraid the waterworks were about to reopen, but she continued.
"I was only sixteen! I wasn't the heir, so I wasn't prepared to take over the obligations of a Noble House," she complained.
"It sounds like you did well, though," Bob said cautiously.
"The King just kept telling to keep up the good work, then he gave more work!" Nora grumbled.
"Yeah," Bob replied sympathetically, "we have that saying back on Earth, the reward for a job well done is more work."
"You left and no one knew where, not even the King," Nora said. "Where did you go?"
"You know how Earth is part of another universe?" Bob asked.
"Yeah," Nora replied.
"Well, it turns out that there are basically an infinite number of universes, so I started jumping around looking for one with a nice little uninhabited planet where I could setup shop without having to worry about the governnts from Earth, or the assholes from Parceus finding ," Bob explained.
"Did you find one?" Nora asked, her curiosity finally overwhelming whatever else she'd been driven by.
Bob wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth.
"Not exactly, but there is interesting stuff out there," he replied, and began to tell her the tale of the hentai planet.
"Bob," Thidwell grunted. "Glad to see you're back from your self imposed exile."
"It's not paranoia if there really is a tier eleven asshole about to imprison you," Bob replied.
"True enough," Thidwell agreed. "Looks like tier eight agrees with you. Not trying to hide it anymore?"
"Coming to terms with it," Bob said.
"As long as you rember that just because you're better than regular folks at tier five, doesn't an they aren't important," Thidwell said.
"I don't know that I'd even go so far as to say 'better,'" Bob shook his head. "Bigger, sure."
Thidwell shook his head with a laugh that really didn't need to sound grim, but still did. "Good enough. We need to talk about Murmuring Falls."
"What about it?" Bob asked cautiously.
He had made a spot in his heart for his cabin above the waterfalls. It would need to be remodeled, given his increase in size, but he'd harbored a secret hope that one day, he'd be able to live there again.
"Are you ever going to live there again?" Thidwell asked bluntly.
"I'd like to," Bob replied. "The goal is to beco powerful enough that there aren't any more threats to on Thayland, or," he sighed, "Parceus, as they apparently aren't going to be good neighbors."
"Then you need to have it warded," Thidwell rumbled. "So of the pilgrims have started taking souvenirs."
Bob blinked. "What?" he asked.
"Those Endless kids that worship you and your cat," Thidwell grunted. "They started coming here and then walking up to Murmuring Falls, calling it a pilgrimage to visit," he picked up his tablet, tapped it and squinted at the screen. "'The retreat of He Who Walks Before and his Divine Feline Overlord, Monroe."
He put the tablet back down. "Now, I can't protect structures outside of Holmstead's walls from wave or tide, but I take a harsh view on theft. I'm not sure what all has been purloined, as the kids are also leaving offerings up there as well, but I know so of your plants have either died and replanted, or given the difference in the pots, gone missing, and replaced."
Bob closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. "I should have stamped down harder on that shit," he muttered.
"Ah, it's done more good than harm," Thidwell said.
Bob lifted his head, surprised.
"Those Endless kids, for the most part, were going down diocre paths at best," Thidwell rumbled. "You showed them a better path, and more importantly, you taught them how to keep themselves safe in the Dungeon." The big man shook his head, running a hand over his head to slick his mohawk down, not that it needed it. "I've never had enough shepherds, no Guild ever does. Those kids idolizing you ant that they took your six rules seriously. That's sothing that wouldn't have happened otherwise. This business about worshipping you is fucking bizarre, but I've seen the blessings offered by the System with my own two eyes, so clearly there's sothing to it."
Thidwell leaned forward, his smile predatory. "You did well by those kids, so don't sweat it. But we need to decide if you're going to ward your house, or let them finish converting it into so kind of shrine."
"I don't want a shrine," Bob mumbled. "Those statues are bad enough."
"Oh, they put one of those up already," Thidwell chuckled. "It could be worse. I had to stop the little scamps from cutting out the wall where your rules are engraved and carrying it off. You're lucky they consider the cabin a holy site or it would be completely gone."
"Huron," Bob said, looking up at the ceiling of the Cathedral.
He hadn't visited during his brief outing after the group had returned to Thayland. He'd seen it from the outside, as it was right next to the Adventurer's Guild and damn hard to miss, but he hadn't been inside.
The sunburst on the ceiling remained, but the seven gods of light, one at each point, had disappeared, replaced by the four elents opposite one another, with Gaia and Orin at the two bottom points, and Maelstrom at the single top point.
There was a tiny part of his brain that quietly whispered, sooner or later, one of the Endless would sneak in here and paint his picture over Maelstrom's.
"It's good to see you well, and fully on the path of tier eight," Huron replied with a gentle smile. "Allow to welco you to the Church of Vi'Radia on Greenwold."
"Big changes," Bob said acknowledged, reaching over to pat Monroe's shoulder.
The super-sized chonk was sitting beside him, cleaning a paw.
"There certainly have been," Huron agreed, looking over at Monroe. "May I give him a treat?" Huron asked.
"He won't turn down food," Bob assured him.
Huron pulled a huge fish, flat and wide, from his own inventory, the scent of which imdiately caught Monroe's attention. The paw, clearly clean enough, hit the floor, and the massive floofy tail began to twitch in ti with the huge cat's nose.
"We catch these in the harbor," Huron explained, then blinked as the fish had disappeared from his hands, reappearing in Monroe's paws.
"That's new," the old priest comnted, and Bob caught the flash of mana around his hands.
Special Skill 'Mysterious Paw' granted. This skill allows the Divine Feline Hunter to expend an amount of mana equal to maximum number of Thresholds reached in the Stealth Skill, to teleport an object into his grasp. The maximum distance is equal to the maximum number of Thresholds reached in the Stealth skill in feet.
"Part of his new path," Bob explained. "All hopes of keeping the at in my sandwiches has been lost. What spell was that you used to clean your hands?"
"Cleanse," Huron explained. "As you were a curator, I'm surprised no one told you about it. It's a combination of all four elents. Water dampens and washes away, earth abrades and absorbs, air moves and evaporates, while fire heats and flashes to steam."
"Neat," Bob replied, "could you do it again?"
This ti Bob was ready, and as he focused on the mana, he nodded. It would take a bit of practice, but that was a handy spell.
"I take it you'll be free casting it?" Huron asked with a smile.
"Yes," Bob admitted.
"A rare talent," Huron nodded, "I'm able to free cast certain spells that I've cast with the System for decades, but my responsibilities being what they are, I don't have the ti to dedicate to mastering many, and I lack the talent, which ans it takes years for to master a single spell."
"But," Huron sighed, "I didn't ask you to visit to hear an old man prattle on."
"I'm pretty sure you're old by choice," Bob said. "There's no way you aren't level capped, so you're not reincarnating for so reason or another."
"You're right," Huron agreed. "For many years I delayed my own advancent, knowing that I would need either a replacent, which would be ideal, or at least soone to take my place in the interim as I regained my levels and my power. Sadly, there was no one I would have trusted completely, as the most driven of our clergy were dedicated to the seven gods of light, rather than Vi'Radia." He smiled. "With the recent changes, many of the clergy have adopted Vi'Radia's tenets, and with the loss of the influence of the seven gods of light, I have multiple candidates to take my place."
Bob nodded. Mike had, in private, waxed poetic regarding the changes to Annisa. According to him, her zealotry had disappeared completely, leaving in it's place the woman he'd grown to cherish.
"So you'll be pulling the trigger soon," Bob surmised.
"I will," Huron confird. "I wanted to introduce you to my successor before I did so."
Bob shook his head. "Why ? I'm hardly important, and certainly not involved with the Church."
Huron reached out to rub Monroe's ears before he answered. "You're on the path to Divinity," he said after a mont of kitty adoration. "You, and Monroe as well."
Bob opened his mouth to object, but Huron raised a hand to forestall him.
"I know it's sothing you haven't sought, and from what I know of you, I doubt you'll ever ascend to the heavens," he smiled gently. "However, there are many, both here on Thayland, as well as those who returned to Earth, who have taken the Divine Blessings crafted by the System to allow your veneration. You've added to those blessings since you've returned, which many have taken as a sign that you're walking the path towards ascension."
Bob frowned, reaching out to dig his hand into Monroe's ruff.
"Your prominence, alongside the Endless' decision to make you the patron saint of Maelstrom, has served to mark your importance to the Church," Huron explained. "Your attitude towards the Church will carry over to those who venerate you, which ans that it's in the Church's best interest to make sure we establish open and honest communications with you. Luckily, I believe you've already worked with Voren."
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