Reborn As Papa Silva

Adversity does not build character, it reveals it - James Lane Allen

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August 30, 1619:

In Glamour World, Acier sat on a sofa chair on a square platform, while Sebastian, Dorothy, and Nozel sat on a couch adjacent to it. The Agrippas and Fausts sat on an identical couch across from them.

Instead of focusing on Acier—the subject of the moment—most of the attention was on Sebastian.

That was because he was wearing a black scarf, tightly wrapped around his neck.

Nozel couldn't suppress his curiosity any longer and craned his head toward Sebastian, who was seated on his left.

"Father, what's with the scarf?"

Sebastian met his son's gaze and spoke impassively. "I have a bit of a cold."

A cold? Nozel blinked, bewildered. In the peak of summer…? In the Clover Kingdom, summer lasted until the end of September, and people typically caught colds in the fall or winter.

As for Sebastian—a healing mage—Nozel had never heard of him being sick. The only time that came to mind was that little episode he had seen in the dream, when Sebastian overworked himself.

So it was natural for him to be confused, and the Agrippas and Fausts wore matching expressions.

While they all focused on Sebastian, they missed Dorothy's strange look and the glance she shot toward Acier, who sat alone, wearing a bright smile.

Dorothy really wanted to say something, but when Acier met her gaze with that same sweet smile—that all of a sudden didn't seem so sweet—she shivered and ducked her head.

Sebastian had to hold back from grinding his teeth. The collar Acier had put on him wasn't just for decoration; it turned out to be a mix of creation and restraining magic that sealed his mana.

That unsettled him. He couldn't recall Acier ever being capable of such a thing. Did she really invent a spell just to enslave me…? And she had even gone a step further to add a name tag?

Regardless, he wouldn't be caught dead walking around with the collar exposed, so he wrapped a scarf around his neck.

As for taking it off? Obviously, he couldn't. His mana was sealed, and his physical strength was nowhere near what would be required to break it through brute force.

He had only two options: convince Acier to cancel the spell or seek outside help.

For the sake of both his reputation and Acier's, he would try to avoid option two for as long as possible while working on option one.

Shrugging his shoulders, he crossed his arms. "Enough about me. You've been working on this for two weeks. It's time to heal my wife once and for all."

Draven and Nathan exchanged a stiff look before nodding. They stood from the couch and walked toward Acier.

As Draven moved, his form shifted—entering devil union and activating his Mode Insight. As soon as he did, he paused and gave Sebastian a strange look, glancing at his neck before looking back at Acier.

Draven blinked, then wisely said nothing as he took his place at Acier's right.

Nathan moved to her left while Dorothy snapped her fingers.

All of a sudden, Acier turned transparent—almost spectral, like a ghost. Her mortal vessel was shed, revealing her soul.

It would have been a beautiful sight if not for the scraggly blackish-green, blobby parasite over her heart.

Unlike before, it was noticeably smaller, its razor edges softer and curled inward. Instead of being erratic and almost fierce, it appeared docile—like it had been put to sleep and was on death's door.

Nathan Agrippa's dark, blackish-gray grimoire flew out of his satchel, flipping open several pages. All of a sudden, black oil swirled around the Agrippa family head.

He outstretched his right hand, and as he did, the nail on his index finger turned pitch black, elongating several inches before shooting forward—straight like a bullet.

It kept going until it made contact with the parasitic curse wrapped around Acier's heart, seemingly pinning it in place so it couldn't move.

Sebastian watched the process with apparent indifference, suppressing his inner trepidation and anxiety.

Nozel and Dorothy, despite having watched several of Acier's clones being cured yesterday, felt their hearts pounding.

Draven then outstretched his hands and began rapidly waving them around until they became blurs.

Every time he moved, a silver-gray runic magic sigil formed from his finger movements.

Rapidly, dozens and dozens of magic runes were drawn in the open air before floating around each other, forming several layers of arrays and magic pentagrams.

As Draven worked, he spoke. "Applying the designed array directly to Lady Acier's soul is dangerous—one wrong move could cripple her and leave her an empty shell. So by leveraging the power of Sir Nathan's Curse-Filled Nail, we can use his spell as a physical medium to channel the arrays through."

"There will be three arrays, each with its own function. The first is a sort of inverter that will reverse the parasite's effect—turning the curse into strength. The second is a deception array, similar to the one placed on Young Lord Nozel's throat, so Megicula and Vanica won't detect anything suspicious. And the last is a protective shield to prevent them from further cursing Lady Acier through the existing curse."

Sebastian nodded stoically as Draven fully formed the three-layered array—three magic circles of varying sizes.

The largest and most complex, which Sebastian assumed to be the inverting array, hovered at the forefront.

Draven then looked at Sebastian for the go-ahead. Instead of nodding, Sebastian turned to Acier silently.

Acier met his gaze and smiled softly. "Relax, Sebby. I'll be fine."

Sebastian lightly bit his lip, then turned back to Draven and nodded. "Please, whenever you're ready."

Draven gave a curt nod and moved to stand behind Nathan. Stretching out his arm, he placed the magic circle squarely on the Agrippa head's back.

Circle after circle seeped into Nathan's back, melding in and disappearing swiftly. Moments later, swirling runes—like cryptic data and information—shot out from Nathan Agrippa's black nail, forming a tornado of sigils.

They surged toward the magical parasite, surrounding it in a cocoon of symbols.

Then, the blackish-green parasite stirred. It was as if it were trying to wake from a dream—fighting back. It started to vibrate, making Acier visibly wince in pain.

As the parasite's shaking picked up and it looked ready to awaken at any second, Dorothy acted.

She simply stretched out her right hand, snapped her fingers, and whispered, "Sleep."

The parasite froze. Its shivering slowly settled and steadied as it drifted back into slumber.

Acier let out a sigh of relief as the array of magic sigils surrounding the parasite began to seep into it, fusing with it.

The blackish-green parasite started shifting colors—from a cursed, sickly green to a vibrant, healthy one. It oscillated back and forth, continuously, as the array fought against its last instinctive resistance.

Whenever it seemed like the dark, sickly green was permanently about to transform into that shade of life and health, the color would shift back.

Lilith calmly watched the scene before standing up from the couch. Like her husband, she activated devil union, entering Mode Deceit.

Her form changed, resembling an enchanting succubus as she stepped forward.

Pointing at the curse, a swirling mist surrounded her as she transformed, taking on the appearance of someone else.

She became a small, pale, three-horned devil with three eyes—one in the center of her forehead—bat-like wings adorned with vertical slit eyes, and a body composed of strange tentacles.

Then Lilith spoke, but it was no longer her voice. It was the one she was impersonating—Megicula's.

"Stop resisting. I am your master. Now empower this woman."

The parasite—the curse surrounding Acier's soul—seemed to lose its last shred of resistance.

It was deceived. Fooled.

It believed Lilith was its creator—its mother—so it obeyed, like an eager child seeking to impress a parent.

It let itself be rewritten and overridden by Draven's array, willingly giving up its sentience.

And then, permanently, it turned that bright, lively green.

There was a moment of silence as Nathan hesitantly removed his black nail from Acier's soul.

Acier solidified, returning to her physical form, sitting motionlessly on the couch, eyes shut.

Sebastian and Nozel watched her anxiously, while Nathan and Jonna mirrored their concern—though to a lesser degree. Lilith, on the other hand, remained indifferent and calm.

Then, suddenly, Draven and Dorothy smiled—Draven's was sly and victorious, while Dorothy's was one of pure relief.

And then it happened.

Acier exploded.

Not physically—but her mana did.

It surged out of her like a storm of raw, unbridled power, spreading outwards for hundreds of meters in all directions.

It was suffocating—yet somehow gentle, instinctively wrapping around and sparing the others from its pressure.

Sebastian blinked.

If just yesterday he had vastly closed the gap in his mana reserves with Acier, then today that gap had returned—greater than ever before.

If he had to guess, based on what he was seeing, what he was feeling… Acier had at least five times more mana than him now.

She was like an elf—no, a spirit—with that sheer capacity. This was not something a human was supposed to have.

And yet, it made Sebastian smile.

Acier retracted the gust of mana back into her body before opening her lavender eyes and smiling softly.

She stood up gracefully and was about to speak to Sebastian when both of them froze—because they heard a voice.

Nozel's voice.

"Thank you."

Everyone turned to see Nozel bowing politely to the Agrippas and Fausts, leaving them frozen in place.

A rare flicker of disbelief appeared on Draven's face as Nozel remained in his bow.

"Thank you for healing my mother and for holding up your end of the deal, despite all the scrutiny and disrespect I have given you. You have my deepest gratitude."

The shock wasn't over yet.

Dorothy, smiling fondly at her bowing fiancé, stepped forward and curtsied politely beside him.

"Thank you for your service."

Sebastian and Acier exchanged a glance—blinking blankly—before smiling softly.

Then, without hesitation, they moved to stand beside their children, mirroring the bow and curtsy.

Sebastian spoke on behalf of the Silvas.

"Thank you for everything. Truly. House Silva is in your debt. If there's anything you need or want—anything at all—please don't hesitate to contact us."

The Agrippas and Fausts exchanged blank looks before Draven coughed awkwardly into his fist and shook his head.

"No need. This was strictly business. The terms we agreed upon shall suffice."

Nathan nodded in agreement, but Sebastian wasn't satisfied.

He shook his head.

"All successful ventures beget a reward—especially ones where the employed go above and beyond what was expected. Please, don't be so hasty to refuse. Take your time and think about it."

Once again, the Agrippas and Fausts exchanged a glance.

Then, Draven sighed and nodded. "Very well. We shall be in touch."

The Silvas smiled.

—

Sebastian's Study

As the Agrippas and Fausts disappeared through one of Draven's shadow gates, Dorothy turned to Acier with a bright smile.

"Congratulations on your recovery, Mom."

Acier smiled fondly, placing a hand on Dorothy's head, patting it and squishing her witch hat adorably in the process. "Thank you, honey. None of this would've been possible without you."

Dorothy blushed slightly, prompting Sebastian to smile. "She's right, you know. We wouldn't have been able to treat her without you."

Dorothy flushed even brighter, nervously fidgeting before wrapping an arm around Nozel's. He stiffened as she pulled him toward the door. "A-anyway, w-we've got a lot to prepare for our ceremony, s-see you two later—"

"And where do you think you're going?"

Sebastian's voice rang out behind them, making them freeze.

Dorothy and Nozel blinked before sighing inwardly, already tired. Oh great, is he going to try to separate us again—

But when they turned, instead of disapproval, they were met with Sebastian's soft smile.

Before they could say anything, he spoke gently.

"The two of you deserve a break. You especially, Dorothy. Go out—just the two of you—to Kikka or the capital. Maybe take a stroll around the estate. Just kick back, get some fresh air, and relax. You're already on track with your preparations."

Dorothy and Nozel's jaws slackened.

Nozel blinked, pointing between himself and Dorothy, never breaking eye contact with his father. "G-go out? J-just the two of us? Alone?"

The disbelief in his voice almost made Acier laugh, while Sebastian's smile only softened further. He nodded simply.

Dorothy's throat hitched as she bit her lip, looking a bit anxious. "B-but what if someone sees us… and I—I'm exposed? I thought we didn't want anyone to know about me until the ceremony, so no one could interfere or plot against us…"

She trailed off when Sebastian gave her a slightly amused look before shaking his head.

"Relax, Dorothy. If you're that worried, you can go out in cloaks—just like your mother used to when she visited me."

Acier blushed bright red, but Sebastian continued without pause.

"And even if you are exposed, it doesn't matter. You're here to stay. Nozel will only marry you. No one can take you away from this family—no one will get in your way of becoming a part of it. And even if they try, we won't hesitate to cut them down. Even if it's the King himself. That's a promise."

Dorothy froze, her petite frame shivering slightly. Her eyes watered for just a moment before she gave a shaky smile and suddenly hopped forward, giving Sebastian a light hug. He stiffened in surprise, but before he could react, she skipped back with a playful grin.

Grabbing Nozel's wrist, she looked over her shoulder and beamed. "We won't go far!"

Sebastian and Acier smiled, waving them off as Nozel let himself be pulled away, his face burning red.

As the door closed behind them, leaving only Sebastian and Acier in his study, Acier turned to him with a teasing smile.

"My, my. How unlike you, Sebby. What happened to Dorothy's overprotective dad? And my husband, who was dead set on cockblocking our eldest?"

Sebastian blinked at his wife's very uncouth terminology before responding calmly.

"I've grown from the dream. We call this character development."

"Character development, huh?" Acier mused, her smile still sly as she raised a hand and yanked off Sebastian's scarf—revealing the steel collar fastened around his neck.

"Then what would you call this?"

Sebastian looked at her, unshaken, before speaking seriously.

"We call this character regression. A whole lot of it, on your part. Not only does it seem like you've learned nothing from the dive, but you've actually gotten worse."

"Worse?" Acier echoed, placing a gentle hand on Sebastian's cheek and licking her lips.

"No, I think I'm better than ever. At least I've come to terms with who I am—and what I am now. I'm no longer ashamed or confused. What else could that be but character development, as you put it?"

Sebastian stared down at her, his steady ocean-blue eyes locking with her playful, blooming lavender irises.

Then, with a sigh, he rubbed his forehead in defeat.

"Let's not start a fight or open a rift between us, Acier. I'm not going into your basement. Now take the collar off."

Acier briefly smiled at her husband before nodding simply. "Alright."

She raised her hand and snapped her fingers nonchalantly.

The strange, dog-like collar around Sebastian's neck vanished into motes of light—leaving him stiff.

Sebastian blinked, rubbing his now bare throat in disbelief as he felt his control and grasp of his mana returning in full—proving it was no illusion.

Still, he was taken aback by how cooperative Acier had been. It was so unlike her, and he couldn't hide his surprise.

"T-that easy?" he asked uncertainly.

Acier pushed him back down onto the sofa chair and straddled his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck once more as she giggled.

"You weren't the only one who learned something from the dream dive. I was just joking about the basement thing. It was a prank, Sebby. Seriously, you should've seen the look on your face."

Noticing her husband's unamused stare, Acier coughed before her expression turned serious.

"Maybe the old me would've done that, but not the new me. You know why?"

Sebastian blinked, swallowing. "W-why?"

Acier's smile turned mischievous. "Because I got to the bottom of my obsession. I learned to differentiate between what's toxic and what's protective, what's possessive and what's supportive. What's love… and what's not. I won't hurt you like that again. We call this character development."

Sebastian only felt mildly irked at having his own words thrown back at him. Narrowing his eyes, he searched her face for any sign of deceit.

"You're being honest, right? T-this isn't some manipulative trick or scheme to get me to let down my guard and do something, is it?"

Acier fought the urge to roll her eyes. "Sebby, as you were a few moments ago, I could've easily dragged you to the dungeon and locked you up, and you wouldn't have been able to resist."

Sebastian nodded in agreement but still looked unconvinced, eyeing Acier with visible distrust—like an enemy plotting something while pretending to be an ally.

Acier let out a deep sigh before calmly meeting his gaze again.

"I don't need a collar for you, Sebby. Maybe I'm being arrogant, but right now, I feel like I'm the strongest in the world. There's nowhere in existence you could run where I couldn't catch you and bring you back to me. You can't escape me, so what difference does it make if you're in a dungeon or outside?"

Sebastian blinked. He wasn't sure how to feel about her phrasing—he could tell she meant it sincerely. But the way she put things… didn't quite sit right with him.

Still, he nodded.

Acier's smile returned in full. "Great. Besides, even as I am now, I'm not confident I could deal with that creepy Blasphemer bastard and protect you from him. So instead of wasting time locking you up, I should be training. Not just you—but Nozel, Dorothy, all our family and friends. That way, one day, we can collectively deal with or at least protect ourselves from that sun-marked piece of shit."

Sebastian's eyes widened in pure shock.

Hang on… is Acier Silva being reasonable right now?!

Noticing her smile shift into something darker and more irritated, Sebastian quickly replaced his incredulous look with a bright one, wrapping his arms around her back and pulling her into a tight hug. Acier yelped slightly, blushing as he spoke.

"That's wonderful, dear."

Acier blinked before closing her eyes in contentment, nuzzling into his neck with a satisfied hum. "Mmm-hmm."

They stayed like that for a moment before Acier pulled back, steadying herself with her hands on his shoulders as she looked down at him.

"Now, let's go see our other kids and tell them the good news before we hit the gym. I haven't had a good fight or really stretched my legs since that bitch Vanica ambushed me."

Sebastian paused before shaking his head with a small smile.

"You go on ahead. I won't be joining you today."

Acier froze, her brow furrowing. "W-what? Why?"

Sebastian tilted his head toward his desk behind them—the mountain of paperwork piled high.

"I've been putting that off for a while, letting it stack up more and more. It's almost the end of August, and a lot of these have deadlines approaching."

Acier's expression did not turn understanding. Instead, she looked positively furious as she gawked at him.

"Y-you… you… Your super hot wife has finally been cured, and rather than spend time with her, you want to do paperwork?!" She squinted. "Are you afraid I'm still deceiving you? I swear I'm not going to pull anything—"

"Acier." Sebastian cut her off with a soft smile.

She blinked, grumbling. "Then what is it?"

Sebastian gently raised a hand, running his fingers through her silver locks. His cheeks dusted slightly red, and he looked a bit bashful, fighting the urge to avert his gaze.

Then, with an awkward cough, he muttered curtly, "It's your birthday tomorrow. I want to clear my schedule so I can be completely free for you."

Acier froze.

Then she blinked.

Then she blinked again.

As the words fully registered, she flushed red, her heart racing as she gulped and nodded stiffly.

"I-is t-that so…? I-I suppose that's a valid reason."

Sebastian grinned, continuing to run his hand through her hair. "If you're looking for a sparring partner to test out your new power, I'm sure a certain self-proclaimed Undefeated Lioness would be more than willing."

Acier paused, then slowly matched his grin.

"My, my. That's a wonderful idea, my dear Sebby. Mereoleona is my go-to punching bag, after all. Always so eager to let me pound her into the dirt."

Sebastian chuckled. "I don't think that's quite what she's trying to achieve… but I can't really argue with you there."

Acier smiled widely before her expression softened into something serious and somber. "Before I go, I have something else to talk to you about."

Sebastian abruptly straightened up in his seat, holding Acier tighter by the waist until they were eye level. He nodded. "What is it?"

Acier chewed her lip for a second before sighing and whispering, "When are we firing Alfred?"

Sebastian stiffened before forcing out a smile. "Fire Alfred? A-Acier, why would we do such a thing—"

"Don't play stupid, Sebastian." Acier narrowed her eyes. "He recommended killing you multiple times or removing you from this household. He needs to go."

Sebastian paused before gritting his teeth. "He was making the correct call as the Head Butler of this house—"

"That's just the thing. He wasn't," Acier interrupted coldly. "If he had been making the correct call, he never would have gone along with your stupid stunt. He let his emotions and his fondness for me and this house impair his judgment. He didn't make those decisions as a professional or as a servant, but as someone blinded by his feelings and misguided by his heart."

Just as Sebastian was about to argue, Acier shook her head. "Don't try to cover for him, Sebastian. At the end of the day, no matter how much Alfred loves this house, he is a servant of it, not a member. It might seem cruel, but that's the truth. He crossed the line between master and servant several times."

"My father gave him a few chances before telling him it was time to start training Jeeves and step down. That was sixteen years ago. Eleven years have passed since Father's death, yet if it weren't for the dream, neither of us would have known. Jeeves is twenty-nine now—more than old enough and ready to serve as Head Butler. And yet Alfred has been hiding this from us. That's unforgivable. He deserves punishment."

"Acier…" Sebastian gritted his teeth. "Alfred is eighty-two. He's served this house faithfully for over fifty years. Yeah, he's made mistakes, but he's human. We can't expect perfection from him—"

"Yes, we can." Acier cut him off coolly. "Nobility and royalty, along with their servants, should always strive for perfection. It's fine if you can't reach it, but hiding something from your masters is a bottom line no one should cross. Alfred did. We can't let him get away with it."

"Acier, he doesn't have a wife or kids—just a brother and some nieces and nephews. This house, House Silva, is all he has in his very short remaining life. We can't take that from him!"

"Yes, we can. And yes, we should. That's not a good enough reason, Sebastian. Give me a better one."

Sebastian bit his lip, grasping at straws. "If Father really wanted him gone, he would have informed me before he passed."

Acier shook her head. "Jeeves was only about seventeen back then—far too young to take over the duties of Head Butler."

Sebastian clenched his jaw. "But still! Father would have at least let me know in advance!"

Acier remained unmoved. "Father was on his deathbed—sentimental, nostalgic, and pitiful. Alfred was one of his oldest acquaintances, one of the closest things he had to a friend. He didn't have the heart to do it."

Sebastian couldn't refute that. He was running out of arguments when an idea struck him. "Alfred knew what he was getting into when he agreed to share his memories about me, you, and our relationship. He knew those secrets could be exposed, and yet he still did it. Surely that deserves merit?"

Acier appeared indifferent. "True merit would have been him confessing himself. Why should we reward or pity someone whose dirty secrets were exposed against his will? Does that make sense?"

"Acier, it's not that simple," Sebastian groaned, his shoulders slumping.

Acier sighed. "Yes, it is, Sebby. You're the one making it difficult."

Silence stretched between them before Acier spoke again. "If I insist on firing him, what would you do?"

Sebastian went speechless for a moment before lowering his head. "Managing the estate is the Matriarch's duty. All servants and retainers—their positions, status, wages—fall under your authority. If you're dead set on firing Alfred, I won't oppose you."

Acier studied him before gently lifting his chin with her index finger, forcing their eyes to meet.

"Is that really the only reason?"

Sebastian clenched his jaw before sighing. "I love you. I respect your opinion. I won't oppose you—not for this. Not for someone like Alfred."

A flicker of something crossed Acier's eyes, and she whispered, "But you won't like it."

Sebastian shook his head. "No. No, I won't. Not at all."

"Why?" Acier asked simply.

Sebastian clicked his tongue and sighed. "You saw it—Alfred was the first face I saw when I woke up. Despite his dislike for me, he went along with all my plans without complaint—all to save you. He's a valued colleague, follower, and subordinate. He's loyal, determined, honorable, and upright. I understand why Father never wanted to fire someone like that, especially after everything he's done for this house."

Acier closed her eyes before nodding gently. "Alright. He can stay."

Sebastian's eyes lit up—only to freeze as Acier's expression turned cold again.

"But punishments are still in order for his dishonesty. He will step down as Head Butler by the end of the year, fully transferring his role to Jeeves. What he does after that is up to him and you. Maybe he'll retire. Maybe you'll make him your personal assistant. Maybe he'll simply switch roles with Jeeves and become Butler Number Two. But Alfred Pennyworth can no longer serve as Head Butler of House Silva. Are we clear?"

Sebastian smiled softly, nodding as he hugged Acier tighter. "Yes, ma'am."

Acier's smile returned in full as she planted a loving kiss on his cheek. "Alright. I'm going to see our family and let them know about my recovery. Then I'll go play with Mereoleona."

Sebastian grinned and chuckled. "Make sure you teach her a lesson for almost roasting me alive the other day."

Acier stifled a laugh and nodded. "Sure thing. Anything else?"

Sebastian shook his head. "No. Just be safe and have fun."

Acier smiled and pressed another kiss on Sebastian's lips, which he reciprocated in full.

Soft giggles and chuckles filled the room, wrapping them in a harmonious and playful atmosphere.

—

That night, Sebastian didn't get much sleep. Instead, he lay staring blankly at the ceiling while Acier blissfully dreamt on his chest.

Come nightfall, Sebastian had expected many things from his wife—maybe she'd chain him to the bed and have her way with him, maybe some seduction, some teasing, or even edging—but at the end of the day, he had expected sex. A lot of it.

What he didn't expect was for Acier to press a soft, loving kiss to his cheek, bid him good night, and then drift into peaceful sleep.

He hadn't expected Acier Silva to actually follow through on her declaration of self-control, restraint, and self-improvement—to simply sleep.

At first, he thought it was a prank, a joke, a scheme. He waited, certain that the moment he closed his eyes, she would pounce like a predator, finally unleashing her libido and craving.

But as the hours passed, nothing happened. She was truly, simply sleeping.

Sebastian's groin felt at peace, free. And yet… he couldn't understand why he didn't feel the same.

He struggled to comprehend why he felt disappointed. Why he felt let down.

All of a sudden, Sebastian wasn't so happy with the new and improved Acier.

He missed the Acier who didn't hesitate to take what she wanted.

He missed the Acier who never hid her desires from him.

He missed the Acier who looked at him like a piece of meat.

Sebastian kept his dignity that night.

But somehow, he felt like he had lost something far more precious.

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Author's Notes:

[1] I think you'll get a chapter tomorrow and Friday, and then we're done till after Tuesday so I can write my exam. Then we'll be back again for a little while before I need to take another break for my two other exams.

[2] Can Sebastian losing his yandere for a mentally stable wife, be used as a simile comparable to the Luka-and-AD trade? The question is, which side are the mavs, and which side is the Laker's in this? Who's losing out?

[3] Feel free to join the discord: https://discord.gg/s3MME8X8ar