Everything these heroes had built up about themselves was completely fake. I had been fooled by their outward appearance, and I was a fool to even believe them for just a second.
"Although… that light hero did seem a bit different."
He definitely had split personalities, but one of them seemed kind of innocent like he wasn't the horrible and dark angel the goddess of taboos described.
I first needed to confirm it… of course, after completing this quest, though.
"A slave business… how unoriginal," I smiled, turning over on my bed and grabbing a tablet from my nightstand.
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The next day, bright and early in the morning, I went to visit my daughter in the massive palace smack dab in the middle of Tokyo.
It completely ruined the neon and cyberpunk aesthetic everything was built around, but since it was home to the emperor, nobody dared to do anything.
