“Fair enough. But that’s not why I was groaning. I’m sure I’ll like anything you make—but don’t get a big head about it or anything,” you add quickly, and Ziros smiles. “No, I was groaning because I remembered I really need to make some extra money or I can’t pay my rent. And that’s kinda a problem.”
Ziros frowns, sitting down on the edge of the bed next to you.
“You let me handle that, human. Tell me how much you need, and I’ll take care of it.”
“You will? How?”
He tilts your jaw up with two fingers. “You dare question a demigod?”
“…Yes?”
He laughs, kissing you softly.
“Eat your porridge. I’ll handle it. You’ll see.”
Ziros
—A Few Days Later, Somewhere in the Wide Open Prairie—
I’ll handle it.
Sure, right.
That’s what I told her, but I don’t know what the hell I’m doing. I don’t know the first thing about making money in the modern era.
It’s not like the Gold Rush.
That was a good time.
Unless…unless my claim is still there.
Ha! I could ask Sairos about that, but I’m sure my damn brother would sooner kill me than let me know if he maintained my assets while I was trapped in that void all those years.
Tornadoes spawn around me, lightning crackling across the sky as I roar, my powers a furious torrent.
All that built-up energy finally has somewhere to go.
I went home too soon before, and this time I don’t intend to go back until I’ve got rid of it all. I’ve been at it for days, trying to purge centuries of pent-up power so I can finally return to her.
If I don’t, who knows when I might explode.
This is the best way.
The safest way.
My human, my sorceress. Wait for me.
I am the storm, I am wind, I am power.
I am nothing and everything all at once—a demigod on the loose.
Mel (AKA Your Boss)
—In a Certain Cafe Back Home—
Why does this always happen?
As soon as I finally get everything fixed from the last breach, there’s another attack.
