Little Antita cried in Draco's arms for a few minutes, while the celestial, who had absolutely no experience with children nor the mentality to deal with them, could only stare absent-mindedly, waiting for her to calm down.
'Haa, What did I do to deserve this?' For the first time ever, Draco started regretting his actions.
'This is hindering my goals... I should find a way to get rid of her.' He thought, but then again... did she really?
This was nothing but Draco's clone, and at some point in time where he guessed he had no choice but to keep this little cute doll company, he summoned another clone of his to keep researching.
His goal of conquest was going smoothly, and once the anti-celestials came knocking on their door and leave, he would pop right out of the bubble, if Palkus did his job right enough by then for Draco to become a lesser celestial, of course.
So, was Antita really a burden on his path? If anything, she was exactly what Draco needed—an actual attachment to someone—someone he would kill for.
Of course, Draco did not know of this; all he saw right now was that she was an annoying little kid who wasted his time and made him feel useless feelings, but in truth, it was another piece of the puzzle he needed to further grow as a person.
"Alright." After thinking about it for a second, he thought that it wasn't too bad of an idea, veiling the true reality that he couldn't refuse her request.
Antita, hearing Draco speak, got up and looked at Draco with teary eyes.
"You can... You can call me dad." It was hard for Draco to say it, but he did in the end. For some reason, seeing her cry annoyed him more than anything else.
Draco wasn't dumb; he knew what was going on with him; he could understand what he was feeling right now; he was just too proud to acknowledge it.
After the relations between the surface-dwellers and the ocean world were formed, the world became more peaceful than ever, and traveling all around the world, which was considered an impossibility during Draco's time here, was now nothing but a matter of buying a ticket.
"Oh wow. So this is the Dwarfelven continent." Getting out of the boat, Palkus was welcomed by a view he had never seen before. The style of the buildings, the races of the people going about and even the atmosphere around him were different.
Recalling his memory, Palkus tried to get the exact location he was in so he could know where he should go.
It didn't take long for him to do so, and without waiting, he walked all the way to the guild.
He had a storage skill, as unlike the blessing Draco got from Fate, the blessing of Chaos was wide-ranging; in fact, Draco just gifted him his {Chaos Language}, which was more than enough for Palkus to go crazy. However, unlike Draco, Palkus didn't have many affinities, so Draco was forced to buy quite a few affinity stones that he gave the young goman.
The streets of the coastal city were bustling with people from all kinds of races—elves, dwarves, demons, witches, humans, and every other race.
Even beastmen who couldn't be found on any continent, but the Central one changed their minds as they preferred to take the path of the gomen and traverse the world in order to gain experience before traversing to the prison realm rather than staying in one place.
Out of all these races, there were tourists—those who lived and worked here—and, like the beastmen and gomen, those who came to take on challenges.
And now Palkus was one of them.
Along the way, many gazes turned in his direction, as a gomen with black hair and golden eyes had never been seen before, making everybody wonder if he was some kind of evolved gomen who had reached yet another milestone. Or at least the attentive and knowledgeable thought so, most of the others were girls who were stunned by the young lad's beauty and confidence.
Reaching the wide gates of the guild, the young lad opened the doors for the familiar hall to appear, although lacking the technological touch.
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