Chapter 65 The Moment Of Post Nut Clarity
\[YOU ARE GOING OFF THE GRID AGAIN\]
“Nice of you to pay me a visit, NACE. Let me guess, your previous disappearance was not something that you could control so therefore I cannot be mad at you?”
Maeve was back in her office except this time, she was shifting through the library books while the floating screen kept flashing words in front of her, \[THE PLOT LINE HAS BEEN STABILIZING BUT WITH THIS SUDDEN EVENT—\]
“This was what you wanted, dear system,” She took out a big book. One on history. “The entire plot has shifted from comedy to dear realism. I’m not exactly sure how the current readers are going to take it but they’ll have to manage it somehow,”
\[… READERS? WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?\]
Maeve looked up from her book for a second, faced you who was reading and nudged her head towards you, “That hot person back there, but it’s fine if you don’t want to acknowledge their existence. Like a certain person did with mine last time,”
\[MAEVE\]
She shut the book in her hands close and headed back to the table. “It’s fine. I don’t need an apology. I wouldn’t buy it anyway, but you know what I need? An actual explanation. See, this story, when I wrote it, do you know what it was about? Don’t worry. I’ll tell you. A naive nineteen year old who finds out she had light abilities and is followed by the Duke and the Prince who fight for her. She’s silly, clumsy and naive. In summary, there were no orcs. No elves. No overarching plot of a hot murderous woman. Or bankruptcy. Or more than half of the things you have put me through,”
\[WE CAN EXPLAIN\]
Maeve raised a finger. “I am not done. Now, of course I read a few transmigration books in my spare time. I know how these things work, you see? But this book wasn’t built for an Isekai universe. These things should not exist. But I didn’t think about them because I didn’t care. I had a plan. Fix the bankruptcy, engage with the male leads as much as I could and relax for the rest of my entire life, but why did I find out that the literal Angel of Death knows who I am?”
NACE did not appear.
“And let me take a wild guess, all the questions you could not answer… it wasn’t because you knew the answers and just refused to tell me, it was because you didn’t. There is someone higher than you in this entire plot thing that has put me here without asking, forcing me to stay alive and fix this story?”
NACE still did not respond.
“Fine,” Maeve rose from the chair she was in, stacking some pairs she had arranged before she began heading to the door, “Don’t respond. I will no longer ask the questions directly to you. I know the bastard, whatever boss that long haired freak had mentioned are watching—“
Then she looked up and said in an even louder voice, “And I will find each and everyone of you, and when I do, I will ensure your every waking moment is plagued by a phantom itch just inside your ear canal that no amount of scratching can ever reach. Your socks will be forever, perpetually damp. Every coffee you ever drink will taste faintly of the dishwasher. Your Wi-Fi will hold a strong, stable connection for exactly forty-seven seconds before requiring a router reset, for the rest of your unnatural, meddling existence,”
Then she opened the door.
Right there at the entrance was Guinevere Montague, Amir, Lucien, Calista Bannister, and Kazh.
Though they all had not heard the first few sentences, they had most definitely heard the last ones.
They didn’t understand most of it, but it didn’t stop them from feeling like they were the ones in question being threatened.
She flashed the widest smile she could make— which made them briefly think she was constipated as she handed each of them a paper. “Come in. Come in. Been wanting to see you all at once. Preferably. Mother, how is dear Father?”
As she walked a few steps back into the study/office, she turned around to look at them, realizing they were still at the door before she cleared her throat, “Come in? Why in gods name would you be scared after everything we’ve been through together?”
That… only made them feel like it was more of a threat.
Guinevere Montague, who had only frozen because she could not remember the last time she had heard her daughter use the term ‘mother’ or ‘father’ since her presentation day, walked in with an unsteadiness that made her look scared. “He is well… are you well?”
Calista entered slowly, her eyes moving over the strange outfit on Maeve’s body. “And what are you wearing?”
“A two tailored piece suit, why? You like it? Very classy and modern. Not sure I’d make extras of it but I think I’ll consider making a second pair, just for you” Maeve answered with a wink before turning to Lucien, “You. I like you. You know me better than anyone here. You like what I like and most of all, I could kill someone and you’d never judge me for it.”
Lucien slowly nodded. “True but—”
“It is for that reason I will not be marrying you,” Maeve sighed and picked an apple from the table. “I like what we have. It’s original. But I also need you to… find yourself without being permanently rooted by my side. So I’ll now be helping you discover yourself more! While also showing you the world around you and the millions of opportunities you can benefit from!”
Lucien felt like rubbing the sides of his temple but he stood his ground and said in that gruff voice of his, “That has made… zero sense,”
“You are my best friend. You will get it eventually,” Maeve pointed out then turned to Amir. “We stay married and keep to the details of our previous contract. I can provide you the physical form again if you’d like to add a new clause… call it husband privileges,”
Amir only gave a nod.
“Kazh—” Maeve’s eyes moved all over the orc— realized he still had literally his loincloth and stared back at with a quite locked-in stare then looked up, “I have still not figured what to do with you yet, but let’s see what happens next, hmm? Just… stay here,”
Kazh, who still saw her as his leader, gave a sharp nod.
She turned to the human girl. “You. We are going to be close friends—”
“I—”
“Bupbupbupbupbup,” Maeve raised a finger. “You are shallow and proud and vain. Which means you don’t have a heart. With you as my friend, it will leave people thinking and your name will be on their lips. Think about it. Every single person in Aeltherra wondering where you got your material in blackmailing me because we are suddenly so close and I cannot leave you alone,”
Calista did not know what to think but she found herself agreeing.
After the fight with her Vessel and Lucien, she was treated as a lower class person— which she was but she had no interest in willingly staying there forever.
This… this would change her fate. Permanently. Hopefully. “Perhaps, we can revisit the contract you did and—”
Maeve deadpanned. “No.”
She faked a smile. “Worth a shot.”
Maeve turned to Guinevere finally, walking to the still on edge woman and held her hands. “And Mother, I understand that there are quite a new number of people on your lands and I’ve heard how accommodating you are,”
“Well, yes, they brought you home… and they’ve been very helpful,”
She smiled at the older woman. “I also found your building plans before I left. You made the most marvelous drawings. I must have taken that gift from you,”
Guinevere Montague, ever so prim and proper, had her cheeks turning pink in the literal sense of the word as she shook her head and murmured softly, “That was mainly the charm of my younger years, but I have an estate to run now—”
“Had. I retired you.” Maeve corrected, “So you have more time to do the things you want, alright?”
Guinevere stared, unsure of where this was going— and luckily for her, she found out soon enough as Maeve let go of her hands and made a waving motion in the air. “You may all look at the papers in your hand,”
They all did.
Lucien was the first to speak. “I am quite sure we were both present in the same room when your mother said Marriages have been banned and it was possible that you would be in trouble for the one you are currently in,”
“Cassian?” Amir did not think anything she could do would shock him. She had proved him wrong now. As always. “Him?”
Calista, on the other hand, laughed. “Oh, this is excellent,”
Kazh… he could not read their language so he just stared at the paper, practically enthralled at the beautiful handwriting Maeve seemed to have.
Guinevere held the paper tight then looked upwards with her forehead wrinkling severely, “Perhaps… Perhaps you should rest. You have not taken more care of yourself since you woke up—”
“I am going to be vulnerable with you all since this is not something I would do on a normal day,” Maeve started, resting her back on the edge of the table then she cleared her throat, “I am lazy, selfish, manipulative, cruel, selfish once agaij for emphasis which I’m sure you are all quite aware of but for some reason, like to think I do these things with some good natured will?”
She looked pointedly at Amir there. He did not blink or acknowledge her words then she shrugged, “And I don’t plan on changing,”
They stared, all wondering where this was going.
“But I’m also aware that I’ve been thinking rather small. I can’t fully rest as much as I want if I don’t find out the important things that I must do to maximize my ability to the fullest. I have been dependent on my abilities, which of course, can create short term rest and not long term— and I apologize for that,”
They all still did not understand what it was that she was saying but had come to understand that she enjoyed monologues so let her have a well meaning go.
Maeve sighed. “It’s why this time, I have no desires on doing what it is I must do alone. You all will help me achieve my dream. And I will find a way to achieve yours as well. Who is with me?”
Calista made a face. “Do we have a chance to say no?”
“Not exactly. You are all bound to me by a contract and those who are not, love me but don’t worry! I will make sure you are all settled when the time comes! Do not worry!,” Maeve smiled brightly in return. “Besides, did you read what I wrote on that beautiful paper that shall be called a flyer? This is going to be the wedding of the century!”