"So, it's done. You're legally the only slave owner in Irvine, no, probably in the whole world," Madam Fron claims as I sign the contract in front of the hospital ward. Seira just has to suffer a traumatic flashback in the courtrooms.
"Doesn't really matter to me. It's not like I'm going to do anything drastic to her," I sigh. My lips form a faint smile. "But I'm glad this war finally ends."
Madam Fron laughs. "Yeah, me too."
As Madam Fron leaves me, Remi approaches with a large glass of lemonade that she finishes with a sip.
"Heya!" Remi greets. "You all fine?"
"More or less. How about you?"
"Well, I am fine, but damn the Isabelles are down to only half a dozen or so," Remi sighs. "I don't know if we can survive or not, but hopefully I can use my influence."
"So long as the war stops, things should stabilize," Lita says. "This is the end."
"No, Lita," I murmur.
The Seraphim. They have made their first move, trying to seize the Princess of Terror's research. It is only a matter of time, I reckon, before we are forced to join forces with the Imperium and fight the Seraphim.
"This is just the end of the beginning."
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Realms of Magic: Demon Invasion
FantasyStatus: Complete, but under editing Everything seems fine in Irvine. The economy is great, public satisfaction with the monarch and the nobles is excellent, and life is comfortable for most Irvinians. Not for Violleta Vonville. A few people still...
