Jogid watched as Master Kaito’s caravan grew small in the distance and sighed. The snow was gone, and so was his Master. This trip wouldn’t be quick, like the time he left for Plago; it would be long and a true challenge. But then he corrected himself—this time, it wasn’t all up to him. He wasn’t alone. He had Shagal, Angelina, Portia, Albus, and eleven thousand warriors ready to defend the village at his command. His family.
Elated by the thought, he set out to continue his great project.
The project his Master had blessed. It had begun out of desperation, a humble attempt to pay tribute to the magnificent Kaito. But his motivations were wrong.
Jogid reflected upon this as he reached the site that would host the Kaito school of Magical Arts.
Yes, it was wrong. It was all wrong.
Jogid lowered his eyes and stared at the ground, a quiet ‘sorry’ slipping out as he did. Worst of all, he had dragged Mayor Zenith down with her.
Shame. The word echoed in his mind louder than a storm harpy’s song.
But he now knew better. He should have asked the Great Master for permission before the first shovel broke ground. He now knew that Kaito didn’t seek recognition, something as banal as that was meaningless for someone as great as he. Yet, Kaito was kindness.
‘If you’re passionate about it, go for it,’ those were his words. ‘And you may use my name, I don’t have a problem with that. But Jogid, I will not teach there. This is your endeavor.’
And he would, to teach the Great Master’s way. To teach kindness. So that no one else would make the mistakes that he had made.
▬▬ι═════ﺤ
Kaito took deep breaths, taking in the refreshing air of late winter.
He hadn’t realized how much he’d missed this feeling of being on the road with Zenith. The air was charged with emotions, just like their first road trip, yet so much between them had changed since then.
The path was serene…for the most part. And the horses kept a comfortable, steady pace.
Zenith was contentedly munching on leftover pastry twists as they rode. Crumbs clung to the corners of her mouth, and she licked her lips with unabashed enjoyment after each bite.
This was the Zenith he knew—full of energy, with an appetite for life’s simple pleasures. The weight that had burdened her shoulders seemed to have lifted.
Her cheeks were flushed from the crisp air, and a brightness had returned to her eyes. She caught Kaito’s gaze and grinned, holding out the half-eaten pastry as an offering.
Without a word, Kaito reached over, but at exactly the wrong moment, the wagon hit a pothole. Zenith accidentally smashed the pastry into his face.
‘Cough. Cough. Cough.’
Kaito inhaled a large amount of nighthoney.
“I’m so, so, sorry! Are you alright?”
Once the initial discomfort faded, the sensation of honey in his nose became strangely soothing. Kaito lifted his head, blinking a few times as nighthoney trickled down his face.
“I’m fine.”
“I feel so bad.”
Kaito’s gaze narrowed. “Reeeally? Then why are you giggling so much?”
“Here, let me help you.”
Zenith raised her hand, palm facing Kaito’s face. The magical tattoos spiraling down her arms pulsed bright yellow, her breathing slightly quickened, and her brow furrowed in concentration as her hand also began to glow.
Kaito felt both the warm, tingling sensation of her magic removing the sticky nighthoney, and the emotions that flowed from her spell.
He closed his eyes to take it in fully. Her IDM’s emotional alignment was joy and contentment.
When he opened his eyes again, his skin was refreshed and clean, though a few stray crumbs still clung to his tunic. Zenith watched him with an impish grin, seemingly pleased with her spellwork.
“There,” she said. “All is better now. And that’s the extent of my healing arts.”
“Huh.”
She arched one eyebrow in a decidedly un-noble-like gesture.
“Sorry, ‘haha.’ I mean, it’s actually impressive,” Kaito said.
“Okay, I know it’s but Tier 1, but I don’t even have an affinity for it. I simply thought it would be useful, so I asked Angelina to teach me some basic enchantments—you’re still smiling.”
“I’m just glad you’re happy.”
“Why wouldn’t I be?” Zenith asked.
“I know you’re worried about the kingdom. You don’t have to hide it from me.”
Zenith sighed deeply. “Was it that obvious?”
“To me, it was,” Kaito said.
“You and Goren are right; it’s unwise to venture into the capital without knowing all the details.”
“We’ll fix it. Together,” Kaito murmured, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face.
Zenith leaned into him. “I know we will. I trust you, and your plan was sound. By the time we return from Regulatia, Shagal and Pronotum will be fully apprised of the situation.”
“And they would have made contact with the other heroes.”
“I suppose so.”
Kaito caught her hand, entwining their fingers together, then pulled her close, resting his chin atop her head while the horses continued marching at a steady pace toward their destination.
So far, the road trip had been pleasant, at least for Kaito and Zenith. Karen, on the other hand, had been extra moody ever since they departed from Calmo, and as a result, Kaito had mostly been ignoring her. She didn’t seem excited about visiting Regulatia, and the constant stream of messages had been relentless. It was not cute at all.
“Have you been to Regulatia before?” Kaito suddenly asked after they hit another pothole.
Zenith looked up, as if thinking back on the question. “Not really. We have friendly relations with the city, but father never wanted to visit—there’s too much…what’s that term you used yesterday with Mister Proudmantle—‘red tape.’”
“Oh, ‘red tape,’ right? You’re catching on quick. If even the king avoided Regulatia over it, we’re in for an interesting trip.”
A look of half pride and half affection appeared on Kaito’s face. Zenith had been getting quite good at keeping up with regulatory complexities.
“You know, Mister Proudmantle seems to favor you. He was never this lenient with my father. The Neo I knew would’ve fined the kingdom and forced a village cession. I mean, wow. Just two small tasks for a reprieve. And on top of that, you even negotiated a waiver for all of Megnaxia. Not even Tharandiludur would have gotten a better deal.”
Her eyes narrowed over a mischievous smile. “Kaito Smith, how’d you pull that off?”
“Zee, it’s not just ‘two small tasks.’ We’re diving into Regulatia’s financials as independent auditors, and there’s no telling how deep this goes. And depending on what we find, the second job could be anything. For all we know, Neo might be looking to cover his tracks.”
“Oooh, you’re so right.” Zenith’s eyes hardened with resolve and she started to rise, planting one foot firmly on the floor of the wagon. “I now see through your ploys, Neo! But we’ll have the last laugh—”
The wagon jostled over an unseen bump in the road. Zenith’s other foot slipped out from under her, throwing her off balance. She let out a surprised yelp as her body pitched sideways.
Kaito’s arms shot out to catch her before she could tumble over the wagon’s edge. He pulled her towards him, and she landed with an unceremonious thump, sprawled across his lap. Her face flushed as she found herself practically nose-to-nose with him, close enough where Kaito felt her breath on his cheeks.
“Everything’s fine right now, we’ll just—have to be careful.”
“Right, careful it is,” she said before leaning in for a kiss that Kaito happily returned. They lost themselves in the moment, completely trusting their horses would stay on the path and take them toward their destination.
After the two suns moved a few notches across the sky, Zenith gave Kaito a playful shove, signaling it was time to get back to their respective sides of the wagon.
With Zenith still chuckling softly under her breath, settling back into her seat, an idea came into Kaito’s mind. He tensed and opened his mouth, but then closed it, considering if it would be appropriate to ask her such questions. He couldn’t ask anyone else since it would most definitely unleash an endless trail of gossip, and he especially didn’t want to broach the topic with Karen.
He took a deep breath and turned back to Zenith. “Hey, Zee. I shouldn’t be asking you this, but…I don’t really have anyone else to ask. What are the traditions for marriage in this world?”
She seemed surprised that he was even asking. “Marriage?” she mused, raising an eyebrow. “That’s an interesting question.”
Kaito stroked his chin. “Strange, do you not have that? Maybe they’re called engagement rituals?”
“Yes, we have marriage, silly. But this is a strange way of proposing.”
“Um, I’m not proposing. Yet.”
“You were right then. This is an interesting trip,” she said, giggling.
“Okay, I’ll figure it out—”
She raised her hand. “But to answer your question—it depends on the region and the people. For most, it starts with a formal declaration of intent to marry before the community or a gathering of families. Then there are various ceremonies, often involving the exchange of symbolic gifts or vows. Now, to marry a princess, that’s a whole other story.”
“Good thing I don’t intend to marry a princess then,” Kaito said.
“Yeah, I wouldn’t recommend it either.”
“I see.” Kaito nodded. “I bet it’s riddled with red tape.”
She laughed.
“Over there, that looks like a good place for a short break.”
Kaito rolled the wagon to a stop before a small clearing surrounded by towering evergreens. Rays of sunlight pierced through the canopy, casting a dappled pattern on the forest floor carpeted with the remains of fall’s leaves and the newborn patches of wildflowers.
“I’ll take care of the food,” Zenith insisted as she hopped down from the wagon, her boots pressing into the softened earth.
Kaito nodded, knowing better than to argue when Zenith set her mind to something. “Alright, I’ll tend to the horses then.”
She raised her head proudly, retrieved two sacks from the back of the wagon, and headed to the middle of the clearing.
As Kaito unhitched the horses and led them to a nearby stream to drink, he could hear Zenith rummaging through their supplies.
Okay, okay, I’m calm. You can stop ignoring me. I promise I won’t bitch about this trip to Regulatia ever again—AI honor.
[Adding rule to parameters > Updating Modules > Session Saved]
Good. I appreciate that.
Now about Zenith’s cooking—are you sure about that?
What about it?
Well, she is a princess; she hasn’t poured a glass of water for herself in her entire life.
You’re exaggerating. Besides, her palate is exceptional, I’m sure it’ll be delicious.
Oh boy…this’ll be hilarious.
By the time he returned, she had already started a small fire, the flames dancing to life with a quick spark of her IDM.
Kaito settled down on a fallen log near the fire, watching as Zenith bustled about, unpacking ingredients and utensils. There was something soothing about observing her in this domestic moment, her brow furrowed in concentration as she chopped and stirred. Before long, an aroma began to waft from the pot suspended over the flames, but something about it seemed...off. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it.
Zenith looked up from the pot she was stirring, a proud smile on her face. “Food’s ready!” She ladled the contents into two bowls and handed one to Kaito with a proud smile. “Here you go! A Daiyuduran specialty.”
However, as he peered into the bowl, his enthusiasm waned. The food was an odd color, a murky brown with flecks of green, and the texture looked rather...gelatinous. He didn’t know what he’d been expecting, but this was beyond expectation.
Kaito glanced at Zenith, who was staring at him with anticipation. She seemed oblivious to the questionable appearance of her culinary creation.
He poked at a particularly odd-looking lump with his spoon, trying to discern what it might be. The lump wobbled and then promptly disintegrated, melting into the broth like a half-formed sludge.
Kaito’s stomach churned at the sight. He knew Zenith had put effort into preparing the meal, but he couldn’t help but feel a sense of trepidation as he lifted a spoonful of the concoction to his lips.
It wobbled in a decidedly unappetizing manner.
The smell was even more pungent up close, a mix of overcooked vegetables and a strange, almost metallic tang.
He glanced up at Zenith, who continued watching him expectantly, her own bowl cradled in her hands.
Kaito braced himself, knowing he couldn’t refuse Zenith’s cooking without hurting her feelings.
With a deep breath, he opened his mouth, hoping that perhaps the taste would be better than the appearance. He fought the urge to grimace. A moment before the liquid touched his tongue, he pulled back.
“Ahem. A cook should always have the first taste of their food.”
Disappointment was palpable on her face, but she complied. “Okay, you’re the expert.”
A large spoonful went into her mouth, and almost immediately her eyes bulged out. Her face went from pink to green, then to brown, and finally purple. She swallowed. Tears streamed down her cheeks.
She set the spoon down and looked up at Kaito with big, watery eyes that mirrored the kind of heart-wrenching disappointment you’d see in a puppy left out in the rain.
“It’s not good.”
“Be proud! This is how we learn. We’ll work on something simpler next time.”
Happiness rushed to her face like that same puppy being reunited with its owner. “I know it’s not good, but would you try it and give me your opinion?”
Kaito gulped hard, closed his eyes, held his breath, and shoved a small portion into his mouth.
It was...an experience, to say the least. The flavors were muddled and clashing, with an underlying bitterness that made his taste buds recoil. The texture was equally disconcerting, with the chunks of what used to be carrots and celery and unidentifiable bits that seemed to disintegrate in his mouth.
Kaito forced himself to swallow, suppressing a shudder as the concoction slid down his throat.
He steeled himself and prepared to take another bite, trying his best to maintain a neutral expression on his face, but he collapsed off the log before the spoon could reach his mouth…
What’s happening to me?
HAHAHAHA. [WARNING!] You have been poisoned.
I should have resistance to every poison.
Not for this one you don’t.
How’s…that possible?
Zenith has successfully developed a new type of poison. And she’s even gained resistance to her new discovery. It’s touching, really. In a ‘I’m-so-proud-I-could-cry-but-I-won’t-because-I-don’t-have-a-physical-body’ kind of way. And the best part is that the poor girl was probably trying to prove that she would make a good housewife. Classic.
“Zee, I’ll…be right back. Forgot…something…in…my pocket realm,” he said clutching his stomach while attempting to summon his personal dimension.
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Jogid watched as Master Kaito’s caravan grew small in the distance and sighed. The snow was gone, and so was his Master. This trip wouldn’t be quick, like the time he left for Plago; it would be long and a true challenge. But then he corrected himself—this time, it wasn’t all up to him. He wasn’t alone. He had Shagal, Angelina, Portia, Albus, and eleven thousand warriors ready to defend the village at his command. His family.
Elated by the thought, he set out to continue his great project.
The project his Master had blessed. It had begun out of desperation, a humble attempt to pay tribute to the magnificent Kaito. But his motivations were wrong.
Jogid reflected upon this as he reached the site that would host the Kaito school of Magical Arts.
Yes, it was wrong. It was all wrong.
Jogid lowered his eyes and stared at the ground, a quiet ‘sorry’ slipping out as he did. Worst of all, he had dragged Mayor Zenith down with her.
Shame. The word echoed in his mind louder than a storm harpy’s song.
But he now knew better. He should have asked the Great Master for permission before the first shovel broke ground. He now knew that Kaito didn’t seek recognition, something as banal as that was meaningless for someone as great as he. Yet, Kaito was kindness.
‘If you’re passionate about it, go for it,’ those were his words. ‘And you may use my name, I don’t have a problem with that. But Jogid, I will not teach there. This is your endeavor.’
And he would, to teach the Great Master’s way. To teach kindness. So that no one else would make the mistakes that he had made.
▬▬ι═════ﺤ
Kaito took deep breaths, taking in the refreshing air of late winter.
He hadn’t realized how much he’d missed this feeling of being on the road with Zenith. The air was charged with emotions, just like their first road trip, yet so much between them had changed since then.
The path was serene…for the most part. And the horses kept a comfortable, steady pace.
Zenith was contentedly munching on leftover pastry twists as they rode. Crumbs clung to the corners of her mouth, and she licked her lips with unabashed enjoyment after each bite.
This was the Zenith he knew—full of energy, with an appetite for life’s simple pleasures. The weight that had burdened her shoulders seemed to have lifted.
Her cheeks were flushed from the crisp air, and a brightness had returned to her eyes. She caught Kaito’s gaze and grinned, holding out the half-eaten pastry as an offering.
Without a word, Kaito reached over, but at exactly the wrong moment, the wagon hit a pothole. Zenith accidentally smashed the pastry into his face.
‘Cough. Cough. Cough.’
Kaito inhaled a large amount of nighthoney.
“I’m so, so, sorry! Are you alright?”
Once the initial discomfort faded, the sensation of honey in his nose became strangely soothing. Kaito lifted his head, blinking a few times as nighthoney trickled down his face.
“I’m fine.”
“I feel so bad.”
Kaito’s gaze narrowed. “Reeeally? Then why are you giggling so much?”
“Here, let me help you.”
Zenith raised her hand, palm facing Kaito’s face. The magical tattoos spiraling down her arms pulsed bright yellow, her breathing slightly quickened, and her brow furrowed in concentration as her hand also began to glow.
Kaito felt both the warm, tingling sensation of her magic removing the sticky nighthoney, and the emotions that flowed from her spell.
He closed his eyes to take it in fully. Her IDM’s emotional alignment was joy and contentment.
When he opened his eyes again, his skin was refreshed and clean, though a few stray crumbs still clung to his tunic. Zenith watched him with an impish grin, seemingly pleased with her spellwork.
“There,” she said. “All is better now. And that’s the extent of my healing arts.”
“Huh.”
She arched one eyebrow in a decidedly un-noble-like gesture.
“Sorry, ‘haha.’ I mean, it’s actually impressive,” Kaito said.
“Okay, I know it’s but Tier 1, but I don’t even have an affinity for it. I simply thought it would be useful, so I asked Angelina to teach me some basic enchantments—you’re still smiling.”
“I’m just glad you’re happy.”
“Why wouldn’t I be?” Zenith asked.
“I know you’re worried about the kingdom. You don’t have to hide it from me.”
Zenith sighed deeply. “Was it that obvious?”
“To me, it was,” Kaito said.
“You and Goren are right; it’s unwise to venture into the capital without knowing all the details.”
“We’ll fix it. Together,” Kaito murmured, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face.
Zenith leaned into him. “I know we will. I trust you, and your plan was sound. By the time we return from Regulatia, Shagal and Pronotum will be fully apprised of the situation.”
“And they would have made contact with the other heroes.”
“I suppose so.”
Kaito caught her hand, entwining their fingers together, then pulled her close, resting his chin atop her head while the horses continued marching at a steady pace toward their destination.
So far, the road trip had been pleasant, at least for Kaito and Zenith. Karen, on the other hand, had been extra moody ever since they departed from Calmo, and as a result, Kaito had mostly been ignoring her. She didn’t seem excited about visiting Regulatia, and the constant stream of messages had been relentless. It was not cute at all.
“Have you been to Regulatia before?” Kaito suddenly asked after they hit another pothole.
Zenith looked up, as if thinking back on the question. “Not really. We have friendly relations with the city, but father never wanted to visit—there’s too much…what’s that term you used yesterday with Mister Proudmantle—‘red tape.’”
“Oh, ‘red tape,’ right? You’re catching on quick. If even the king avoided Regulatia over it, we’re in for an interesting trip.”
A look of half pride and half affection appeared on Kaito’s face. Zenith had been getting quite good at keeping up with regulatory complexities.
“You know, Mister Proudmantle seems to favor you. He was never this lenient with my father. The Neo I knew would’ve fined the kingdom and forced a village cession. I mean, wow. Just two small tasks for a reprieve. And on top of that, you even negotiated a waiver for all of Megnaxia. Not even Tharandiludur would have gotten a better deal.”
Her eyes narrowed over a mischievous smile. “Kaito Smith, how’d you pull that off?”
“Zee, it’s not just ‘two small tasks.’ We’re diving into Regulatia’s financials as independent auditors, and there’s no telling how deep this goes. And depending on what we find, the second job could be anything. For all we know, Neo might be looking to cover his tracks.”
“Oooh, you’re so right.” Zenith’s eyes hardened with resolve and she started to rise, planting one foot firmly on the floor of the wagon. “I now see through your ploys, Neo! But we’ll have the last laugh—”
The wagon jostled over an unseen bump in the road. Zenith’s other foot slipped out from under her, throwing her off balance. She let out a surprised yelp as her body pitched sideways.
Kaito’s arms shot out to catch her before she could tumble over the wagon’s edge. He pulled her towards him, and she landed with an unceremonious thump, sprawled across his lap. Her face flushed as she found herself practically nose-to-nose with him, close enough where Kaito felt her breath on his cheeks.
“Everything’s fine right now, we’ll just—have to be careful.”
“Right, careful it is,” she said before leaning in for a kiss that Kaito happily returned. They lost themselves in the moment, completely trusting their horses would stay on the path and take them toward their destination.
After the two suns moved a few notches across the sky, Zenith gave Kaito a playful shove, signaling it was time to get back to their respective sides of the wagon.
With Zenith still chuckling softly under her breath, settling back into her seat, an idea came into Kaito’s mind. He tensed and opened his mouth, but then closed it, considering if it would be appropriate to ask her such questions. He couldn’t ask anyone else since it would most definitely unleash an endless trail of gossip, and he especially didn’t want to broach the topic with Karen.
He took a deep breath and turned back to Zenith. “Hey, Zee. I shouldn’t be asking you this, but…I don’t really have anyone else to ask. What are the traditions for marriage in this world?”
She seemed surprised that he was even asking. “Marriage?” she mused, raising an eyebrow. “That’s an interesting question.”
Kaito stroked his chin. “Strange, do you not have that? Maybe they’re called engagement rituals?”
“Yes, we have marriage, silly. But this is a strange way of proposing.”
“Um, I’m not proposing. Yet.”
“You were right then. This is an interesting trip,” she said, giggling.
“Okay, I’ll figure it out—”
She raised her hand. “But to answer your question—it depends on the region and the people. For most, it starts with a formal declaration of intent to marry before the community or a gathering of families. Then there are various ceremonies, often involving the exchange of symbolic gifts or vows. Now, to marry a princess, that’s a whole other story.”
“Good thing I don’t intend to marry a princess then,” Kaito said.
“Yeah, I wouldn’t recommend it either.”
“I see.” Kaito nodded. “I bet it’s riddled with red tape.”
She laughed.
“Over there, that looks like a good place for a short break.”
Kaito rolled the wagon to a stop before a small clearing surrounded by towering evergreens. Rays of sunlight pierced through the canopy, casting a dappled pattern on the forest floor carpeted with the remains of fall’s leaves and the newborn patches of wildflowers.
“I’ll take care of the food,” Zenith insisted as she hopped down from the wagon, her boots pressing into the softened earth.
Kaito nodded, knowing better than to argue when Zenith set her mind to something. “Alright, I’ll tend to the horses then.”
She raised her head proudly, retrieved two sacks from the back of the wagon, and headed to the middle of the clearing.
As Kaito unhitched the horses and led them to a nearby stream to drink, he could hear Zenith rummaging through their supplies.
Okay, okay, I’m calm. You can stop ignoring me. I promise I won’t bitch about this trip to Regulatia ever again—AI honor.
[Adding rule to parameters > Updating Modules > Session Saved]
Good. I appreciate that.
Now about Zenith’s cooking—are you sure about that?
What about it?
Well, she is a princess; she hasn’t poured a glass of water for herself in her entire life.
You’re exaggerating. Besides, her palate is exceptional, I’m sure it’ll be delicious.
Oh boy…this’ll be hilarious.
By the time he returned, she had already started a small fire, the flames dancing to life with a quick spark of her IDM.
Kaito settled down on a fallen log near the fire, watching as Zenith bustled about, unpacking ingredients and utensils. There was something soothing about observing her in this domestic moment, her brow furrowed in concentration as she chopped and stirred. Before long, an aroma began to waft from the pot suspended over the flames, but something about it seemed...off. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it.
Zenith looked up from the pot she was stirring, a proud smile on her face. “Food’s ready!” She ladled the contents into two bowls and handed one to Kaito with a proud smile. “Here you go! A Daiyuduran specialty.”
However, as he peered into the bowl, his enthusiasm waned. The food was an odd color, a murky brown with flecks of green, and the texture looked rather...gelatinous. He didn’t know what he’d been expecting, but this was beyond expectation.
Kaito glanced at Zenith, who was staring at him with anticipation. She seemed oblivious to the questionable appearance of her culinary creation.
He poked at a particularly odd-looking lump with his spoon, trying to discern what it might be. The lump wobbled and then promptly disintegrated, melting into the broth like a half-formed sludge.
Kaito’s stomach churned at the sight. He knew Zenith had put effort into preparing the meal, but he couldn’t help but feel a sense of trepidation as he lifted a spoonful of the concoction to his lips.
It wobbled in a decidedly unappetizing manner.
The smell was even more pungent up close, a mix of overcooked vegetables and a strange, almost metallic tang.
He glanced up at Zenith, who continued watching him expectantly, her own bowl cradled in her hands.
Kaito braced himself, knowing he couldn’t refuse Zenith’s cooking without hurting her feelings.
With a deep breath, he opened his mouth, hoping that perhaps the taste would be better than the appearance. He fought the urge to grimace. A moment before the liquid touched his tongue, he pulled back.
“Ahem. A cook should always have the first taste of their food.”
Disappointment was palpable on her face, but she complied. “Okay, you’re the expert.”
A large spoonful went into her mouth, and almost immediately her eyes bulged out. Her face went from pink to green, then to brown, and finally purple. She swallowed. Tears streamed down her cheeks.
She set the spoon down and looked up at Kaito with big, watery eyes that mirrored the kind of heart-wrenching disappointment you’d see in a puppy left out in the rain.
“It’s not good.”
“Be proud! This is how we learn. We’ll work on something simpler next time.”
Happiness rushed to her face like that same puppy being reunited with its owner. “I know it’s not good, but would you try it and give me your opinion?”
Kaito gulped hard, closed his eyes, held his breath, and shoved a small portion into his mouth.
It was...an experience, to say the least. The flavors were muddled and clashing, with an underlying bitterness that made his taste buds recoil. The texture was equally disconcerting, with the chunks of what used to be carrots and celery and unidentifiable bits that seemed to disintegrate in his mouth.
Kaito forced himself to swallow, suppressing a shudder as the concoction slid down his throat.
He steeled himself and prepared to take another bite, trying his best to maintain a neutral expression on his face, but he collapsed off the log before the spoon could reach his mouth…
What’s happening to me?
HAHAHAHA. [WARNING!] You have been poisoned.
I should have resistance to every poison.
Not for this one you don’t.
How’s…that possible?
Zenith has successfully developed a new type of poison. And she’s even gained resistance to her new discovery. It’s touching, really. In a ‘I’m-so-proud-I-could-cry-but-I-won’t-because-I-don’t-have-a-physical-body’ kind of way. And the best part is that the poor girl was probably trying to prove that she would make a good housewife. Classic.
“Zee, I’ll…be right back. Forgot…something…in…my pocket realm,” he said clutching his stomach while attempting to summon his personal dimension.
Hello! I want to thank everyone for all the support that you've given me.
'Kaito, Seriously? Another World? Vol. 1' is doing surprisingly well on Amazon. If I'm being honest, it came as a shock. Thanks again for all the support!
Also, Vol. 1 is free on kindle unlimited, here is a link to the story: Kaito, Seriously? Another World? Vol. 1
