Scarlet
Over the course of the next couple of months, I slowly get used to day to day life outside of my mind space again. I talk with my friends and family with them all visiting at least once a day, I get to know little Ryan, and I even supervise the training of so of my friends and Aria. With Aria being more than a little excited by the prospect of showing off how much stronger she’s gotten. Which is a lot stronger.
At this point she’s already Class IV.
A really fast improvent speed considering the fact that she’s both a combat and healing specialist and living in tis of peace.
Other than all that, I also occasionally catch up with Tar to find out what exactly he’s been up to in the past couple decades. Although a lot of it mostly just turns out to be him dealing with the affairs of the fae nation in the Farshore. Especially the affairs related to the shift in the crown from his father to him.
And during all of this, Belle and Arthur continue to excitedly plan their wedding. With one being more excited than the other.
Which I find rather amusing.
One thing that does confuse a little though is Belle’s definition of the wedding reception. Since it’s like she’s trying to mix everything together into one really long event that spans multiple days. As if she’s trying to make up for all of the ti I was gone or sothing.
The first day – from what she’s told at least – is the wedding ceremony and a party at the Demon King’s castle. Then the second day proceeds with a party at the beach on an island on Earth, where everyone’s gonna be going swimming with barbecue. The third day has a fireworks festival, followed by the fourth being the finale with a surprise for everyone involved.
All they said was to co wearing formal attire. So wear sothing nice.
I let out a sigh as I lean over the balcony attached to my room.
She really is trying to make this the biggest wedding ceremony ever.
Maybe she’s just excited that I’m back. That or this is all from her having to wait two decades, making all of her desire for the wedding grow stronger and stronger over the years.
Either way, it’s sure to be an interesting even at the very least.
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Although I don’t even rember the last ti I wore a swimsuit.
I am a little surprised that the idea of wearing one and revealing that much skin doesn’t actually bother anymore. Probably because I end up naked half the ti I fight anyways even if no one actually sees.
That or I just don’t care anymore.
Not sure which. Don’t really care which either.
So of it might also be because I lost that annoying curse of pride. Or a lot of it, actually.
Regardless, Belle was overjoyed when I said she could pick out my swimsuit.
It’s her wedding after all. Might as well do what I can to make it more enjoyable for her.
Or her wedding ceremony, technically. What with them having technically gotten married years ago.
I lean over the railing with a frown as my thoughts return to the problem that’s been plaguing for months now. The issue of what I’ll do with my life after this wedding ceremony is over.
Sure I have so basic plans, but those won’t last forever.
So what should I do?
There really isn’t anything that could last forever. Nothing that I know of at least.
Other than maybe just reading and playing gas? Possibly?
Seeing as new authors and ga developers will be born, and new books and gas will be made for to enjoy.
But is that really all? Can I really just sit here for eons doing nothing but playing gas and reading? Maybe watching TV every now and then?
I tap my finger on the railing of the balcony.
No idea.
Shirou told that the years begin to just fly by the older you get. And just looking at her and hearing her talk sotis really does give that impression.
But I know she was rather depressed due to how long she had to live alone. Even if I won’t have the sa problem since I won’t be alone.
I tried talking to Gramps about this at one point, considering that he’s over two thousand years old, but he just said he was always busy managing Tartarus. Not to ntion fighting the humans. So he didn’t really have any ti to even consider what I’m thinking about.
Which doesn’t really help .
Unless I just wanted to create so sort of organization myself, or take over as Demon Queen. But those sound like annoying pains that I don’t want to be involved with.
Although that in and of itself is another issue.
I don’t want to deal with unnecessary stuff like that. Yet I’m also worried about becoming incredibly bored with nothing to do over the years and no goals to achieve.
Kind of contradictory in an of those two things.
Maybe if whatever I managed let hunt, I might consider it. But I can’t really image making so nation just so that I could kill off things inside of it. Especially since the things still wouldn’t be very strong.
So I’m rather stumped.
I let out another sigh before glancing around Earth with my senses, just to see if anything interesting is going down. And other than a certain kitsune driving her husband – the Black Knight – crazy as they go shopping, which I’ll admit is amusing to see since she’s also treating the guy like a dress-up-doll. Just like she treated back in the day. But other than that, there isn’t anything interesting going on.
Eventually I sigh again and turn around, entering my room before collapsing on the bed.
Maybe I can ask Belle for advice during her wedding. Right now she seems too busy planning though.
The corners of my lips quirk upwards ever so slightly.
Yeah. I’ll ask during the beach party part of it.
For now, I’ll sleep.
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