On Astral Tides: From Humble Freelancer To Astral Emperor

Rose? Just… just what the hell did you two do?

Oh, us? I could hear laughter in Rose’s thoughts, though it was tinged with a bone-weary, pained exhaustion that I knew well, when I’d pushed my own body and will too far past breaking point. Poor Lin simply begged us to seek out a suitable food for your hungry flames. It was… how might you put it… let me see… a delicious feast, but cooking it was hazardous and unpleasant indeed. Ikizukuri, I see it in your memories…

Honestly, I’ve never eaten any, though I’m sure Hinata, Motoko and Natsumi probably have. I find cooking of live animals and fish a bit cruel…

And cruel it was. Like squid, there were tentacles, though not on the main nourishment of Foehn’s feast. It fought back, and we were pushed to our limits, and suffered injuries that will be troubling to heal. But heal we shall, have no fear, so…

You need to be more careful. I appreciate the Rank up, but…

That’s right. Eri’s thoughts cut in as she glanced over towards me at the party. Such mental communication was the work of an instant, but of course she’d noticed. I’m not one to talk, as I’ve pushed myself too hard in the past, made mistakes through misplaced pride or through fear… but Rossweisse, you and Ortlinde don’t just live for yourselves now. Akio would be devastated if you perished before he was able to see you again. And… if he reaches your distant Pantheon and all nine of you aren’t there to greet him… don’t you see? All nine of you are his family now.

There was silence, before Rose gave a great mental sigh. To be lectured by a young woman, not even a score of years old… few mortals, even Einherjar, would dare to challenge we Valkyries…

What does age have to do with wisdom? Besides, should you be hinting at your age? Should I call you granny Rossweisse? Eri shot back.

All right, calm down you two. Though I won’t say I’m not angry, if you all survived, I suppose I’d rather say ‘thank you’ instead. It’s a welcome Christmas gift indeed, yet it would have been a devastating one, learning any of you had died. You’re sure everyone will recover?

Oh, absolutely! Rose promised. The challenge will be getting everyone back into fighting condition before our next call to battle, but… my Runes are flexible, and… if we prevail upon the Divine Norns, we might be able to secure their aid. Shared secrets are a shackle, aren’t they? She tittered wickedly, before addressing Eri. As for me being older… you said it yourself, what does age have to do with charm? I am still young at heart, a maiden Valkyrie…

You’re married… Eri complained.

True, but I have not yet been taken to the bridal bed, have I? Nor will I for some time, so… you should sympathise. I can see in your thoughts the gifts you have received, your ring, that… timepiece… a watch, is it? Her curiosity was piqued. And I do love jewellery. Sadly, much of ours has been donated to the cause. So at least spare us your sympathy and praise. Our littlest sister Lin craves for it. Though I dare say, if I still had strength to wield the Runes, I would divine her Lovers’ Link, as you put it, has drastically strengthened.

Can’t you use your Eye? If she’s right there… unless you’ve exhausted yourself so brutally? If so, I think I’m going to be angry anyway…

It’s strange. Even your chastisement feels warm. Oh yes, the Eye. Sometimes I forget it, so wondrous it is, and so recent. Let me see… ah, yes, Rank ten. Such a shame… oh, Lin is quite frustrated. Just one more push, and she too could have communicated this way, constantly felt your warm presence. I do suppose risking her life simply to strengthen you has deepened your connection. Let me think about how she might take that final step. Perhaps with the Runes… oh, no matter. All I will say is that our dear littlest sister is jealous of me. But as her older sister, I was more than willing to indulge her with this expedition, as were we all. And we have proved our mettle. Though… she admitted wearily. …we proved that despite our growing strength, we are still insufficient.

There was silence in our thoughts as we all processed that, before Eri’s response, an oddly gentle one. If that’s so, then you just need to take another step, then another, until you get where you want to go. And it should be easy now. After all, with Akio willing us onwards, offering his hand… you’re not alone.

That’s… remarkably kind of you. And we know. That is what frustrates us so. Oh, how we wish you could become Astral Emperor faster, soar to the World Tree and aid us… even if you choose to remain aloof from our Pantheon’s care, we know, in the future… you can make a difference. We can make a difference, together. For as things stand now… no, I shall not spoil the mood. Did you see it? The genesis of your flames?

I missed it in the shock. Let me take another look. I assume you did, looking at Lin then?

As Rose listened in smug silence, and Eri with quiet curiosity, I focussed on my Foehn, the amber letters returning, sharing them in my thoughts with the two.

Your Skill, Foehn, All-Consuming Conflagration, has increased from Rank 9 to Rank 10 and burned through the third pinnacle, reaching the boundless fourth horizon. Having consumed the thirsty flames of a genuine Divinity and become ever greedier, Foehn was able to consume a Destruction-Class %$%&$ ^%*&$ %%**%$ and the mass of agglomerated Soullight it was built from.

Even the ???????? ^$^$£%^ ^%$%&&% …perhaps can only be described as a Truesoul, was partially devoured. All aspects of Foehn have been strengthened, and it shall find it easier to consume and refine Soullight and Truesouls, a terribly dangerous, almost Divine might, one to be handled with extreme care.

Due to the lingering presence of the Flames Of Unquenched Thirst And Endless Famine within Foehn, the dark, toxic flames of the Destruction-Class %$%&$ ^%*&$ %%**%$ Void Aberration have been integrated within Foehn, and this, combined with the prior ability to burn with cold, can now allow Foehn to become a devastating, mist-like Flame, consuming not just from without, but from within. Worse, this Flame exhibits the nature of life, though perhaps not life as is commonly understood in the Multiverse, and spreads once a target is touched by the flame, like a living pathogen.

This Flame is mighty, yes, but it is also incomprehensible, and dangerous. Be wary, for on your Path, Strands that can be Twisted can also burn, and a Loom aflame shall Forge no Bonds, and though Misfortune can be Severed, be sure you do not consume Fortune alongside it. ????????? ????????? ?????????? ?????????? ??????????. [Class: %$£^^$$^^$$] [Type: &^$$£$%%£]

I blinked, stunned for a moment, before another change, similar to when some gibberish was changed to Void Aberration, occurred.

[Class: %$£^^$$^^$$ ????????] [Type: &^$$£$%%£ Mystery]

That’s… not helpful.

As if in response to my grumbling, the amber characters shifted and blurred, and a final change was noted.

[Class: ???????? Mythic?] [Type: Mystery]

“What’s with the question mark?” I couldn’t help but declare out loud, earning some confused looks with those I had been chatting with a moment before, though Eri rolled her eyes, understanding. It’s also the first time I’ve seen a Mystery Type. If I recall, that’s something that exceeds the Multiverse’s understanding and can’t be measured. Logically, that doesn’t mean it’s several steps more powerful, just… incomprehensible? Though if it’s Mythic Class, the new Foehn certainly is a strong ability… Rose, just what are these Void Aberrations? I saw them in the trial Verðandi set me… it seems even the World Tree doesn’t have a good idea, it’s not exactly useful, when there’s a question mark regarding important things…

There was a moment of scandalised silence, before Rose’s thoughts returned to me. You should not be so disrespectful to Yggdrasil, the great Tree that upholds our Pantheon. The Allfather himself hung upon the trunk for nine days and nine nights, his blood soaking the bark, his missing eye given to gain Wisdom. The Runes I wield are the crystallisation of such Wisdom! But even the sacred Runes cannot express all concepts. Wisdom is always growing, but it is not limitless!

I was stunned by her vehemence, but Eri responded, her mental tone dripping with amused sarcasm. You sound better when you aren’t speaking so formally. Rattled, are you? Akio’s right though, it’s frustrating not knowing things. Although… it might be that your Eyes just aren’t Ranked up enough, Akio? She didn’t exclude me from her teasing.

Yes, quite possibly. But I don’t think getting a few more Ranks will fix the gibberish, will it Rose?

I… don’t think so. Rose admitted, her manner of speech, or in this case, thought, back to normal, though her tone was rueful. These… creatures from the Void, the unknown, are indeed aberrations. They come unbidden, and never retreat until they are destroyed, but… to do so isn’t easy. Their biology isn’t… comprehensible. They seem to me to be just a ball of soullight. Yes, they accumulate aether and even adherence around their form, but… it doesn’t seem a conscious act, or to serve a purpose within their physiology. If anything, it just makes them harder to destroy… She paused, orienting her thoughts. I’m very certain you shouldn’t have knowledge of them, but since you’ve seen them for yourself, the Compacts should forgive us… we are hard-pressed, I fear. Despite that… her frustration was evident. The Pantheons still barely work together. Yes, we have alliances, and … and friends… but we also still have enemies, and the indifferent, who think their overwhelming might allows them to stand alone. That… is the situation Lin hated so, we all hated. I hope… you can bring change.

We can bring change. I insisted. Eri’s thoughts signalled her agreement. First, I’ll claim Earth as Astral Emperor, then… then I’ll see what I can do with your mess over there. So… promise me…

Promise you what?

That you’ll all be there to greet us. You’ve a lot of new sisters to meet, Rose. And a wedding to hold, since sadly you’ll miss ours down here. Don’t worry, just like today, we’ve kept places for you both, even if you can’t be here…

Oh? Places for what?

Places for our celebration. Eri showed her a mental image of the two empty chairs. It’s Christmas. I suppose… it might be considered a holiday dedicated to the One True Throne, not that we have much of a religious connection to it. Even mother-in-law Emily and her parents aren’t greatly devout. Here in Japan, it’s just a day for family to come together, like Christmas Eve is for dating…

I haven’t heard of this Christmas, but it seems I missed out. Dating, you say? Rose was curious, and Eri shared more thoughts, while I was running through my own considerations.

“Are you okay?” Ellie asked, having noticed I’d fallen suddenly silent for a dozen or so seconds. I forced a smile, though I had some concerns, not wanting to bring down the mood.

“Yeah, it’s all good. Just… greetings from our empty seats, I suppose. And a Christmas gift from them.”

Ellie raised one eyebrow questioningly, and I merely shrugged. I’m glad to finally hear from you again, regardless of this, Rose. I was a bit worried your thoughts seemed distant, busy, and I didn’t want to distract you. Looks like I made the right call, if you were involved in such a great battle. As for Foehn… I felt the trickle that still remained within me, it felt denser, hungrier.

As for Foehn… my thoughts repeated. …tell Lin to be careful. I’ll run some tests on this end. But if you need it to face these… Destruction-class… enemies, don’t hold back. Even if it causes chaos, you all need to be alive to make a difference…

Sage advice. I’ll tell her you were thinking of her and grateful for the gift. Rose’s laughter sounded. As for facing another terrible foe… if I see another along the lines of a Destruction-class, I’ll just… kite it… to the Hel-vegr, aetheric reserves be damned! No, we’ll stick to the rabble, thank you every much. Hunger-class beasts seem almost endearing to me now…

As she showed me an amusing, yet dreadful montage of her thoughts on the battle, I felt a sudden chill. Yeah, despite everything, all I’m proud of, I’m just a big fish in a tiny pond. If I was there, I’d have been killed for sure…

Maybe so, but now you have a goal to aim for, we have a goal. Eri insisted.

As Rose agreed, amused by both my bitter realisation, and Er’s boundless confidence that we’d surpass such vicious and unpredictable enemies, I grabbed Ellie’s and Yukiko’s arms. “All right then. Time for some food… let’s get this Christmas dinner started…”

Yes, I know I’m not on the level of Rose and the others. I can’t even defeat Nurarihyon yet, or Mae, or Tan, sealed within Shiro as she is. That’s my first goal, to surpass them. Then, and only then, can I think of taking the next step, but… even over these past few days, we’ve made progress, and…

For a moment my thoughts turned to tomorrow, and the secrets of the frozen northern island of Hokkaido, and the frozen Cultivators waiting there. And Tsukuyomi’s prophecy. Just what lurks ahead of us? Well, whatever it is, we’ll squeeze it dry of every drop of opportunity, and further strengthen ourselves. Because in front of us… I’m starting to see the full extent of our challenge. Even protecting Earth by becoming Astral Emperor won’t be enough to ensure the safety and prosperity of those I love, and those I’ll be taking responsibility for as their monarch. But…

Looking around the packed room, seeing everyone’s smiling faces, I set that aside. For now, the happiness, safety and prosperity we have will be more than enough…

***

“That was an interesting clash of cultures.” Rikako-san, Motoko’s mother, declared, dabbing delicately at her mouth with a napkin, displaying impeccable manners. Ahead of her was an empty plate, both chopsticks and a knife and fork elegantly placed together, angles clean. I’d been moving about the table every few minutes during the starter course, since it was obviously unfair to be monopolised by just some of the girls and their families, and now I was between Motoko’s and Natsumi’s families. Ordinarily that would be fine, a pleasure even, but…

“It was adequate, I suppose.” Masaru-san, Motoko’s brother, and the source of my slight discomfort, spoke up. He was handsome, sure, in the way all the nobility were, and with the harsh lines of his face, his brown hair, a shade matching Motoko’s, cut professionally short, he did resemble a military man. He was in a traditional montsuki kimono, in black, with the Tsumura family crest upon it. Which is quite the statement, as such is only worn during weddings and major family events. He’s so… rigid.

“I think that’s a little rude of you, Masaru-san…” Natsumi, who had been involved in arguments with him since their status had changed, interjected, her smile a little cold. “No effort has been spared, and indeed, where else in the world can you get a Christmas meal combining both Japanese, Western, and also Fae delicacies? Even the Emperor’s family… most of them…” she chuckled as she gazed over at Yukiko and her cousins, who even now were talking to Asha, Shaeula, Anna and Mae. “…can’t boast such. I found it delightful. How about you, mother, father?”

Natsumi’s mother, Masae-san, gave a contented smile, looking at her daughter fondly. “Yes, it was quite a charming feast. It inspires me, you know. Perhaps introducing some Fae cloths and dyes into our traditional crafts might create some truly unique pieces.”

“We should consider Yōkai techniques too…” her husband, Shou-san, agreed, rubbing his chin. “After all, we are Japanese, so we should continue to uphold our traditions, even as they… expand.” He glanced over at the Tsumura family, who they’d had a long relationship with, thanks to Natsumi’s role as Motoko’s bodyguard. “Wouldn’t you say so, Katsuro-sama, Minoru-sama?”

“I have told you, no need for such formalities.” Motoko’s grandfather, Katsuro-san, still strong and with a mighty presence, despite his advancing years, insisted. “Our family shall be an unusual one, but… a family it shall be.”

“Old habits are hard to break, and for we of the Three-Hundred, even harder. Formality and respect are ingrained into our bones.”

“Yes, though the Three-Hundred will change.” Rikako-san, Motoko’s charming yet fiery mother, spoke up. She was in a kimono, brightly patterned, as befitted the season, as was Natsumi’s mother. “Change is always… difficult to accept. Don’t you agree, Akio-kun?”

I nodded. “Yes. And I hope I’ll continue to change, to live up to your expectations, mother-in-law.”

“Your skills at flattery have improved in such a short time.” Rikako-san barked a laugh, but even that was charming, far from noisy or vulgar. “I suppose it will need to. But… just as Fukumoto house is no longer of the Three-Hundred, Hori house is not either. Politics, of course.” She took up her small ceramic bowl, savouring the sweet sake within. “In fact, the whole system would collapse, would it not, father-in-law?”

Katsuro-san agreed. “Yes. Things have progressed far faster and further than even Shige-sama and Ichijou-sama wished. But as the two who have steered Japan since the war… with Itsuki-sama having followed their lead… they are able to steer the ship called the nobility through these stormy waters. Motoko, Natsumi, Masaru…” the three he called snapped to attention, listening eagerly.

“…answer me this. What are the current benefits and demerits of the present situation with the nobility and Akio-kun’s relationships within such?”

“I would say it is that Akio controls all of the daughters of the three houses you mentioned.” Motoko’s answer was swift. Before her grandfather could question her, she addressed the main error with her statement. “If you are thinking of Mayumi-san…” She didn’t use a higher honorific, perhaps because Mayumi-san was insisting on being my friend. “…yes, Akio does not have total authority over her, like Miyu or Honoka…-san.”

I sympathised with Motoko’s struggles with the way she addressed the classmates she’d gone to school with for a dozen years in many cases.

“…but nonetheless, she has suffered a grave mental shock, and it has cracked her façade. Now, she craves Hinata’s, and though she will not truly admit it, Akio’s protection and company. Also, she is tied into many business arrangements, as well as being a trainee under us. Hinata is currently heir to Takatsukasa house and taking all of this into account. The future is his. The benefits, of course, go without saying, and I staunchly believe in them. Takatsukasa house will regain glory, perhaps eclipsing all others, as it did in the past and the nobility will stabilise, finding a place in the new world Akio shall build.”

“A good answer…”  Katsuro-san approved. Instead of sake, he was drinking Western whiskey.

“Oh, I’ve got more to say.” Natsumi winked cheerily. “Motoko’s right, of course, though I have my feelings on just how Ichijou-sama and Fujiwara-sama feel about that.” She chuckled. “But as always, your view is coloured by your esteemed bloodline, Motoko. From a bit lower down… I’d say there’s an equally large problem. But also an opportunity. Tsumura house… then the financial backing of Fukumoto house. Hori house, humble though we are…” Her parents acknowledged that humour with a smile. “Shiraishi house… is dissolved, but though their family was betrayed, their betrayers feeling the full wrath of Fujiwara-sama and Ichijou-sama and being disbanded, it shall return, via its two daughters. Then there are those at the training school, daughters of a score of houses, and at least eight of those houses only have daughters as heirs, many of whom are in Adamant. And that says nothing about Oshiro house.”

“I see it.” Motoko agreed, radiating pride at Natsumi’s deduction. “If you assume that, then Oshiro house, or Takatsukasa house, to perhaps make it more palatable to… traditionalists…” She glanced at her brother knowingly, and he stared back, blank-faced. “…has a stable of supporting nobility no less than directly under Fujiwara-sama. The difference is… instead of ties of honour and legacy…”

“It will not work.” Masaru-san complained. “I… I accept you are a match for my sister, even if…” He cast his gaze around the room. “…some of your other brides are lacking…”

“Oh really?” Natsumi muttered dangerously, and now Motoko’s face was blank. Masae-san and Shou-san busied themselves with their drinks, while Rikako-san merely shook her head, a knowing smile on her lips.

“…but just because you are marrying my sister, it does not mean that Tsumura house follows your will!”

“Oh, do enlighten us then, Masaru-sama.” Motoko was excessively polite, and I didn’t need to know her as well as I did to see she was angry, furious even. Motoko is very protective of the more common members of our group, especially Eri, due to how we became engaged…

“I am not being disparaging. Let me answer your question, grandfather.” Masaru-san insisted. “And of course, the eminence of some of your fellow brides is unquestioned, Motoko. Princess Mikasa, Princess Eleanor of Great Britain… I suppose this Shaeula woman is a Princess too, though of no recognisable nation. Politically, that is power. But just looking at Japan, the Imperial Family will pass to Prince Gorohito, and the Imperial Family and the shrines and temples remain out of politics.”

At our silence, he continued. “Just looking at our perspective, we represent the military. And the military of Japan does what is best for Japan. Our family has produced the Minister for Defence or the equivalent for many hundreds of years.” He was warming to the topic. “And it shall continue to do so. Just because Motoko is his wife, it hardly means he can command us. Even were I not born, and she the only daughter… the same extends to these other houses. Yes, Akio-san is supporting their daughters, but… even were he to marry them all, which is clearly laughable, a single man cannot rule by nature of his wives, not anymore. These are not the days of the shogunate.”

“Spoken like a man.” Rikako-san chuckled. “You are definitely my son, Masaru. I too… underestimated Akio-kun’s merits.” She smiled sweetly, and I raised my sake bowl in a gesture of agreement and forgiveness, which made her chuckle. “I too thought him unworthy of Motoko, I too tried to force her into the mould I had been poured into. But now… look at your sister, proud and fierce. Young Natsumi has changed as well. And you underestimate the affection a woman has for a benefactor. And the purpose of these organisations. Besides…” She tapped her fingers on her bowl to illustrate her points. “…you forget that Takakura-sama also fully supports him, a noble who has always remained neutral as befits his role. And his only surviving granddaughters are also under Akio-kun’s care. Along with multiple daughters of prestigious shrines. It is a network, equal to the one amongst us noble women, and indeed, absorbing many of us. It is quite true that he cannot marry them all…” She narrowed her brown eyes teasingly. “…at least I hope not, lest there really will be troubles maintaining the succession of many fragile houses, but I suspect that as a military man, you should see the cunning of their plans, my son.”

Masaru-san had to concede that. “Adamant. Yes, with proper training and camaraderie, forged over years, it is true that loyalty, just like Veterans to their colleagues and the army, can be cultivated. But they are all weak women, who…”

“…who fought against overwhelming odds, in defence of their helpless classmates, even unto grave injuries.” Natsumi broke in. “…women aren’t weak, Masaru-san.”

“No, far from it.” Motoko agreed. “We were simply left as pretty jewels to look at. But diamond, and many other gemstones, are indeed some of the hardest naturally occurring minerals. Yes, Adamant will be engraved into everyone’s hearts. In the future, wherever they go, wherever fate takes them… if their sisters call, if Akio calls… they shall answer.”

“But that is… eating us from within.” Masaru-san turned to his father and grandfather. “As those tasked with Japan’s defence, we cannot allow that. No man, and no woman, can serve two masters. I see the gains… Akio-san will never leave Japan defenceless, with so much tying him to us. Yet… from a military standpoint…”

“Yes. That is quite true.” Katsuro-san agreed. “But as a general… that reminds me…” He turned to me. “A general does not need to be strong, as a general should not be fighting on the field of battle, but rather overviewing it. It is why Motoko is no general.” She bowed, conceding that. “We are delighted that she has achieved her cherished dream of repairing the Tsumura Arts, though… until she has children to pass it down to…”

Motoko blushed adorably at that, eyes distant, perhaps thinking of her future sons and daughters.

“…her triumph is not yet fully complete. But Motoko is not suitable to inherit. Even were she a son, and the eldest, Masaru would still be groomed for the role. Because Motoko is a sword, a spear… and battles are not won by individual bravery.”

“That’s both true and false.” I countered. “I agree. I’m lacking on understanding the bigger picture…”

“That you are.” Katsuro-san agreed, though there was no criticism there. “Which is why next year I shall run you through your paces, hammer some of the required skills into you. Not Skills…” The capitalisation was pronounced clearly, and I knew he understood the difference, getting Ministry reports and testimony from Motoko. “…but knowledge and experience. I am interested in what this Fae general shall bring to the table, and it might now be wise to include some British expertise…”

“Yeah. But my point is… individual quality now does dictate battles. A single Valkyrie might accomplish more than ten-thousand brave Einherjar. But each warrior still needs to be used properly. There’s no use winning smaller skirmishes and losing the war or having pyrrhic victories.”

“Exactly.” Katsuro-san nodded. “Flexibility.” He turned back to his grandson. “You lack that, Masaru. Best start learning, or your sister might just spear you. Now, this conversation became rather heated. Perhaps we should talk of more light-hearted matters. Soon the main meal shall be here, I am quite curious…”

“It’s true.” Masae-san seized on the subject change with a charming tact not unlike her daughter displayed. “Turkey is not a usual dish served here, I have never had any. And it is supposedly in the British manner…”

Motoko’s, Natsumi’s and my eyes met, and they were struggling to contain their giggles. I glanced back at Masaru-san, who was basically the last of my new family… I’m not sure if I should count Prince Richard… who was, if not hostile… had many reservations and wasn’t shy about airing them. Though you’d think after Natsumi put him in his place before, he’d learn… yeah, he needs to be more flexible…

“Mom’s turkey, huh? I can barely remember it from being a kid. Still, Ellie seems rather eager.” I nodded towards the Princess, who was smiling and laughing with Yukiko and Tsukiko, and Tsukiko’s shy, awestruck parents. Ellie’s Japanese is quite good, really. I know she says her family is renowned for being on the slower side, but even with her stats helping out, she must have been practising hard in secret for a while…

“…life is all about trying new things. Our traditions are important…” Masae-san continued, slyly winking at me. “…but even our traditions started somewhere, were new once. Besides, nobility is power, wealth, influence and tradition, all four matters. By marrying Motoko-chan and Natsumi, and indeed Princess Mikasa, tradition is borrowed and accrued. The other three, nobody needs me to say, do they?” As the maids carried out an eclectic mix of British turkey dinners, KFC, and other Japanese fare, she leaned back in her chair, well-satisfied. “I for one welcome this new world, where we can sit and chat freely like this, despite our social standings. It feels very much… like a family.”

I nodded. It does, it most certainly does…

***

“Look at what Aki got me for Christmas.” Mom was showing off her set of makeup, some test products made from Alchemy. The Mortal Engineers had refined it, though I’d offered them some tips. “It’s not harsh on our skin, and it takes years off me! You should try it!”

Yeah, pretty much every sentence mom says is now an exclamation. I thought she’d calm down, but if anything, she’s more hyper than ever. I glanced over at my sis, who rolled her eyes, understanding. She’d detoxed mom of the booze she’d drunk a few times, but somehow mom never seemed sober, and her own mother, Evelyn, and auntie Hana, were having to keep calming her down.

“I wouldn’t dream of stealing any from you.” Diana demurred politely, with impeccable grace. “I was an unexpected guest, and there is still the official announcement to be made of marriage between our children. Though that’s a formality, I’m sure. I don’t think Eleanor would be willing to back down now. She’s a stubborn one.”

The woman in question nodded, before going back to her conversation with Eri and Kana. We had swapped seats again, after the main meal, and I was quite satisfied. Mom’s rightly proud of her sage and onion stuffing. And her gravy is spectacular. It wasn’t quite tailored to Japanese tastes, but most people had liked it. Half my amusement, though, was derived from seeing those who were shocked at us eating KFC. My sis was a particular fiend for such fast food, as we seldom had it back in Nishimorioka. You’d think being an athlete she’d shun unhealthy food, but I suppose it was only a rare treat…

“Don’t worry, Aki’s stubborn too. Isn’t he?” she called over to Eri, who sighed.

“He is. But when his mind is made up, that’s it. Still, we’re all following in his footsteps.”

“That’s right.” Kana agreed. Keomi-chan was hanging around her, but had lost interest in the conversation, and was leaning back, rubbing her tummy, though her eyes were sparkling at the thought of dessert, which was up next. The little glutton. She should at least pay attention to her parents. Uncle and Aunt Izumi seem extremely uncomfortable in this exalted company… Making a mental note to go and have a chat with them later, I listened to them all talking about me, while beside me, Daiyu waited politely, idly playing with her watch. The ring on her finger’s central stone had changed to a black, jade-like jewel, but it shimmered with a variety of other colours of Jade, reflecting the light in a pretty prismatic display.

“We’ll get what we want too. It’s fortunate we’re all so reasonable.” Kana finished.

“Reasonable?” Ellie grimaced. “That’s the first time I’ve been called that. But I know how to be genuine.”

“And that’s good enough.” Kana agreed. “I mean, Eri and I fought like cats and dogs when we first met. You might have been angry with Akio, but Eri was truly bitchy to me… and we still get on fine now.”

“Though I might have to take you outside and teach you a lesson in manners…” Eri warned, though her tone made it seem like she was joking, though with Eri, sometimes it was hard to tell.

“I’ll pass on that. Anyway…”

“This makeup is going to be sold.” Father explained. “But I am sure my son can have them whip up another test batch or two. I feel it was an oversight not having gifts for you and your family. But…” He glanced over at me, and actually defended me for once. “…it seems my son has a lot on his plate, as you Brits say.” He managed a chuckle, looking around at the many empty plates the maids were removing. “Of course, as a man, he should realise he filled his plate first, but… as time passes, I see him becoming more confident, acting as a man should. So I am happy. A toast, perhaps?”

Wow… My thoughts aped my sister again. Way to dilute the praise, but… I’m happy too. Father’s finally realising I’m doing my best.

As we all raised our glasses, father led it. “To family. As impossibly large as this one is. And yes… those of you who do not share blood with Akio or his fiancées, you are welcome here. Family is more than blood… I learned that from my friends.” Hana and Junpei blushed, embarrassed by the sudden attention, and even Arisu-san was smiling, while Suzu nodded knowingly. Meeting her gaze, she winked, mouthing at me that ‘for once, she was actually having a fun Christmas.’ She then glanced at Adelheid, who was slouching beside me, seeming as satisfied as Keomi-chan.

Yeah, I get it. Don’t worry, past Christmases don’t matter, we’ll overwrite those sad memories with happy ones…

“Kanpai! Cheers! To family!” we all cried, and as we all drank, Rose’s voice sounded in my head once again.

Wonderful. We shall raise a toast too. I’m rather sad I can’t be there in person, but I’m not as jealous… I mean as sorry… as Lin, our littlest sister.

And you’re all back safety? In one piece?

Some of us are in several pieces, I admit, but it’s not like we haven’t suffered severe injuries before. Grimgerde is an old hand at getting hurt, so she insists. Don’t worry, we’ll take it easy, and call in aid. Now then… a toast…

Indeed. A toast. I raised my voice. “To all of you who are here today, bringing me joy. And to the two who couldn’t be, and their sisters. To Ortlinde, Rossweisse and the Valkyries. Even absent, they still gave me a princely gift!”

“Kanpai! Cheers!” Everyone joined with me for the toast, and as the strong whiskey burned down my throat, the heat somehow mellow, I grinned. Yes, this is what Christmas should be about. I missed this, these last years… I suppose Katsuro-san’s advice applies to life as well as the military. Doing everything alone doesn’t lead to the best results, be it in battle or in relationships…

“This gift…” Daiyu asked when we were done, curious. “Can you share?” Adelheid was listening too, though she feigned disinterest, nursing another mug of beer. After I explained, Daiyu’s interest was piqued.

“I see. You certainly have the fortune of the Heavens on your side. Though in this case, perhaps it would be more proper to say those dwelling within the Heavens are showering you with gifts and affection.”

“Jealous?” Adelheid grunted, and Daiyu shook her head.

“Not as such, though I do confess to having worries about my place. Yet Akio has mostly resolved them.” She gazed at me fondly. “My place is here, and I am irreplaceable. That does not stop me wishing to climb to the summit of Mount Tai, however. I can see I shall have to step up our Dual Cultivation. I must share my Yin energies with you, and receive Yang in return.”

“I can see the prospect truly frightens him…” Adelheid’s sarcasm was biting. “But don’t mind me, you two keep flirting. Irritation tastes better on a full stomach, they say. Besides, I think you both have tomatoes on your eyes.” At Daiyu’s uncomprehending look, Adelheid sighed. “I suppose even speaking a language doesn’t always convey understanding. I mean you are missing the solution to your worries. This flame feasted…” Her stomach rumbled then, despite the vast amount she had eaten, and she flushed, ashamed. “By the Furies, forget that, yes?”

“All right, Tanya…” I promised, and she gave me a flat, watery glower before pointing out what she’d noticed.

“I told you, I’m Adelheid. But I’m used to your cheek, and… compared to what the other perverts wanted for a feast and comforts far less grand… a little teasing I can live with.” Her cheeks puffed out as she grumbled. “Look, you blind fools, you have received a pig! And I don’t mean pork, though there was plenty of that at dinner. If your fires can destroy such a terrible monster, then this toad… will it not burn just as well?”

I exchanged a glance with Daiyu, who tilted her head. I answered for us. “Tsukiko seems to think Tan’s the one to defeat the toad…”

“So? Does that mean you’ll sit back and relax? Let her face it?” Adelheid pointed out, and I agreed.

“No, of course not. It’s just…”

“Allow me.” Tan took over from Shiro and strolled over, drawing the eyes of those who hadn’t seen her shift form. “My Flames have taken in your Foehn. I would… ask for more. You are strong, yes, but this creature is not a fool. I see the ending. No… tomatoes… are in my eyes.” As if to prove her point, they were crimson with flames, and one sparkled with amber light. “Defeating the toad, even the main body, I am confident I can do. Eradicating it, however… that may be a challenge. But now we wield another weapon against him…”

“All right but let Akio rest!” Eri insisted. “I didn’t make a big deal over Rossweisse and Ortlinde taking his Foehn. That didn’t tire Akio out… and they had good intentions. But he’s exhausted. Later! Let him enjoy himself and relax for today. Tomorrow’s going to be rough, I just know it.”

“The princess declares that you have some ‘big first wife energy right now’…” Tan muttered. “I know. I can be patient, leash my thirst. I am simply congratulating this little one…” She nodded at Adelheid, who raised her glass in acknowledgement. “…on her wisdom. I can pour out flame, even constrained as I am, seemingly without end, compared to you, Akio. But I wish you by my side when we strike this interloper down. I am the only one who is permitted to come and take root in this world from above!” With that she sat down, and immediately took advantage of coming out in Shiro’s body to start drinking and eating ravenously, inhaling leftover food before the maids could take it.

“I suppose we are racking up the advantages. But I still feel uneasy.” When Adelheid and Tan made their case, Foresight began to prickle. Later, I’d consult with Tsukiko, and perhaps since I was sleeping tonight, at least for a few hours, before the morning, one of us would have a vision.

“The future will come, regardless.” Daiyu intoned, leaning her head on my shoulder affectionately. “But the wise are prepared as best as they can be.”

“Yeah, I like that.” I agreed, and while we chatted, I heard a very interesting conversation between mom and Princess Diana.

“So yes, soon our Aki’s going to reshape Tokyo! New buildings, towering into the sky, full of affordable, quality homes. Our daughter-in-law Kana is a genius you know!”

As Kana’s parents and grandfather looked proud, Kana waved a hand, embarrassed. “I wouldn’t go that far, Emily-chan, not at all. I’m simply using what I’ve ben given. Besides, I can’t dig the foundations for all of Tokyo. But… what I’ve learned is already helping us work faster and better.”

“The tunnel under Tokyo, the underground factories… multibillion yen projects done at meagre cost and at rapid timescales. Before, what did they say…?” Hinata chimed in. “Fast, cheap, good. Pick two. Now we can have lightning fast, incredibly cheap, and beyond industry standard, all at once. The triangle of business is broken. Obviously, we can’t have Kana tied up all the time, it’s not fair to her or Akio, but… for special projects she’s a godsend. And it’s also strengthening her Skills.”

“That’s true. My earth elemental control is obscene now, and I used to get exhausted after a few hours, now I can do most of a day. I’ve learned to ration my energy, get the most effect for the least drain, and my capacity has increased. Grulgor’s the same… oh, damn. You know, he’s probably out drinking in Tokyo somewhere. He’s quite friendly with some of Fenrir who are helping us with the construction.” Kana shook her head.

That’s quite the combination. But Grulgor won’t cause any trouble. It’s Aliyah, and maybe Christina, I’m worried about. Still, Treyvon should keep them in line, and Yu-mi too…

“Coupled with our new industries, Japan, and Britain too, will be transformed!” Mom promised, taking up her story again, showing off her makeup. “We’re going to be rich, and everyone’s going to be happy!”

“Not everyone.” Daiyu whispered. “It is the same within the Sects. To gain wealth, to gain power, another must lose it.”

Diana evidently agreed. “It is a wonderful vision. London has been revitalised over the years, but many inner cities and towns could use some hope. But… displaced doctors and medical staff, bankrupted power industries, makeup and pharmaceutical companies… the damage to the economy will be significant. Livelihoods will be lost…”

“Maybe so, but there will always be other jobs created.” Mom promised. “Surely you’ve seen Star Trek?”

Diana nodded, and mom smiled.

“I know it’s American, but it was very popular in Britain too. Anyway, that’s the future Aki wants. Yes, there’ll still need to man the military and a number of service jobs, but… most people will be healthy, wealthy and free to pursue their hobbies. Like Ai, she could be an athlete, pursue her dreams, without needing to worry about making a living. Think about it… a clean world, full of nature, waste recycled and global warming curtailed, each person able to pursue their dreams… sure, there will always be those at the top, us, but when everyone’s got all their needs met, what’s that matter?”

As mom laid out my vision, bubbling with excitement, Adelheid shook her head. “Your mother is nice, but… she doesn’t think it through. Many people will refuse to dance to another’s flute, even if they benefit. And worse than having nothing, to many people, is someone else having more.” Speaking with the wisdom of bitter experience, Adelheid drained her mug, before giving me and Daiyu pointed looks. “I totally understand why a lot of men hate you.”

Harsh. I winced, but I agreed, knowing the me from a year ago would hate me too, or rather, be unbearably jealous. It’s true. But that’s why I let other people, more versed in politics and human psychology, make plans.

“The strong and the wise always have more. Cultivation is fair. If they disapprove, they can try and wrest me from Akio. Though they will fail. I would crush them myself.” Daiyu insisted, despite her modest emotional range, radiating annoyance. “And eventually, outside threats will force us to unite.”

“I see you don’t get it either.” Adelheid snorted, holding her empty mug up, as a maid came to fill it. “But this is Weihnachten, so I won’t sour the mood. All I’ll say is that people never move as you’d wish, and in German, we have a word… schadenfreude. Pleasure in another’s misery. You’ll never eliminate hatred and evil. But for now, don’t be too down about that.” She showed wisdom ill-befitting her age, and also compassion, as she patted my shoulder. “You’re doing the best you can. There are a lot here who weren’t smiling before.” She nodded to Tsurugi, who was still playing with Aine and Azuki, her two Tsukumogami sisters looking on warmly even as they mingled. Asha, one hand on her belly, was talking softly to Rikako-san and Masae-san, perhaps discussing children, judging by how far apart Masae-san was holding her hands. Hyacinth, struggling to remain at the table being served instead of being a maid. Tsukiko and her parents, reunited and talking to Evelyn and Jack… all around the house there was happiness.

“You’re right.” I agreed. “Even the Gods can’t create a perfect world, else Rose and Lin, their sisters, wouldn’t be hurt. But I’ll do what I can. Those who helped you in Berlin, their families, they’ll all have a place in my new factory there. We’ll use part of the proceeds to revitalise the whole area. I’ll offer opportunity, and if they choose not to take it…”

“The Heavens may offer salvation, but if it is refused, then comes the thunder.” Daiyu agreed ominously. “You are correct, Adelheid. This is far too gloomy a topic… instead, I would talk about… tomorrow.”

“Don’t worry.” I promised again. “Whatever happens, no matter what, you’ll always be my Dao Companion.” I kissed her forehead softly, making her blush. “But honestly, while Mae has some second-hand knowledge about Cultivation in Kunlun’s time, nobody will benefit more than you from what Su Caihong and her daughter knows.”

“If they share. The Five Great Sects would barely give us scraps. You even declared my Qi Refining and Foundation flawed. Deliberately so.”

“I did.” I agreed. “But that was then… now, they’re alone in the world. Fortunately they’ll have a familiar face with them in Mae, but… it’ll be hard for them. Like I said before, I’ll offer them a chance to find safety and a life here. It’s only natural to reciprocate.”

“We shall see.” Daiyu was doubtful, but her curiosity couldn’t be contained. “Though despite my trepidation, the opportunity does shock me. A true Saint, from lost Kunlun! What they must know, far in excess of that false, worthless Saint who trapped Tamamo-no-Mae… perhaps I can even prepare myself fully and let myself begin the Accumulation… even now I hesitate, as my Foundation could and must be firmer. I am not content merely to be ordinary, I shall be the pinnacle, standing atop Mount Tai, holding your hand, staring the Heavens square in the face.”

“Good luck with that.” Adelheid burped, swigging on beer. “Me, by the Furies, I just want to live a good life. Sure, I’ll fight, set up a new Territory, do what’s needful, but… happy, peaceful days like this are the best!”

Before I could answer, maids began bringing out desserts. There were multi-level cakes, gâteaux, a massive selection of cheese, fruits and nuts, Christmas cakes and puddings, Japanese sweets, Fae delicacies smeared in Mirror Bee honey… an endless cavalcade of treats was laid out for us.

“Black Forest gâteau…” Adelheid murmured wistfully, and I was pleased our efforts paid off, giving her a taste of home. But her words were drowned out by Tsurugi, who, wide-eyed, mouth open, a little drool leaking, let out a loud cry.

“That smells so good. Father, father…” she hurriedly stormed over, grabbing my arm. “What are these? I like them…”

Aine, Azuki, Keomi-chan, of course… even my sis, Kana and Eri, and the other girls, Shaeula too, were licking their lips.

“Of course you do. What girl can resist dessert?” I laughed, playfully ruffling her hair. Exchanging a knowing glance with Daiyu, I grinned. “In that case, dig in, everyone! I’m sure there’s seconds, if by some miracle our gluttons don’t get full…”

Keomi-chan reddened at that, but boldly declared she always had more room for cake, and as the mood grew jovial, I exchanged further conversation with Daiyu and Adelheid, before moving to sit with Shaeula, Anna and Hyacinth… Maybe we should build some sort of rotating table for me, save me having to keep changing seats…

With such inane thoughts in mind, I smiled. “So, how do you like it here, Anna?