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Mestionora took a deep breath as she sipped on the imported Kaffa from the Land of Sand, due to Ahrensbach’s high temperatures even as winter was ending, the Kaffa was chilled and even had small cubes of ice floating at the top, bobbing up and down like little ships at sea. The sight made Mestionora grimace, however, diplomacy was a requirement if she wished for her deal to go through.

“Lady Gelehart?” The server said, “Lord Lebengibt has arrived.”

“Let him in.” Mestionora said, this was it.

The server bowed and let the man in, he had his usual white hair tied back into a ponytail, clothes woven from souls of sinners who committed horrific deeds such murdering innocents and extorting the poor and had pupiless eyes, ironically making him look lifeless, Mestionora couldn’t help but wonder how the mortal server viewed the man, did he see even a glimpse of the monster’s semi-divine form or was the air too thick with concealment magic for the mortal to notice?

“My child, it has been far too long~!” He said as he sat down on the chair opposite to Mestionora.

She gave a sharp nod of acknowledgment. “Father.”

“I must admit, I was quite shocked when one of your librarians from the Royal Academy prayed to me,” He said as he sipped on his chilled Kaffa. “Quite an ingenious way to circumvent Ordoschnelli if I do say so myself.”

Mestionora sipped at her tea to hide her true feelings, perhaps this was not one of her most thought out plans, using Solange to send an invitation to her ‘dear Father’ in secret was quite a risky plan after all as her Aunt would not be here to protect her.

Not that she would need much protection, she was three hundred thousand years old after all, she was basically an adult now, she even tied her hair into a bun and wore longer skirts as all the adult Goddesses around her did. “I am… Glad to see you heed my invitation, however, I could not help but notice Mother is not here?”

While Mestionora was not ready to let her Mother know about her new relationship as it had only been a decade into said relationship, she would prefer to have her Mother here as support and to dissuade Father from doing anything… How shall she explain? Malicious .

“You did not specify for your Mother to come, due to which she had decided to take some rest and for us to be in each other's company for some proper Father-daughter ‘bonding time’.” Her Father said.

Despite Father saying he had changed since the founding of Yurgenschmidt with Erwaermen trapping his ‘darkerside’ underneath the country foundation, she never believed he turned over a new leaf, after all, why steal souls from other worlds if his words were true? By stealing souls and placing them in Yurgenschmidt, Father’s ‘darker half’ grew stronger as his influence increased, allowing him to try to make his escape which kept his Aunts and Uncle busy trying to keep him down, allowing Father to spend more time with Mother when no one was looking.

“I see.” Mestionora said as the server came in with their first course for the meal: bite-sized pieces of different kinds of breads along with small dishes of an assortment of dips and spreads.

Mestionora experienced a cultural shock where unlike Nekoya, the waiter poison tested the breads and the dips despite also poison-testing her kaffa a few minutes prior. Was he going to do this for every single dish? Did mortals truly think so lowly of each other and were mortals lowly enough to take advantage of their perceived enemies when they were at their most vulnerable? When eating a simple meal? Yurgenschmidt Nobles… Uncultured lowly swines, all of them for if they had enough integrity, they would have taken their sorrows to the Aub or the Zent or even out on the Ditterfield!

“I have come with a request, Father.” Mestionora said as she bit into one of the bread slices. “This is this… mortal soul from Earth I need you to collect once the mortal has died.”

“You mean if the mortal dies, Daughter.” Her Father said as he buttered his piece of baguette. “You are forgetting who the gardeners of the Glass Gardens answer to.” He took a bite of the bread. “Interesting texture, underwhelming according to Cuococalura’s standards but good effort by the mortals.”

As she expected, one of the Glass Gardeners could not help but blab to their Lord about her deal with them, the Glass Gardeners were to her Father what the Guardians of Knowledge were to her, it was expected they would tell on her, still, she needed Ewigeliebe’s help at the moment, turning the gardeners into books or throwing them into the river of reincarnation would do her no favours.

“Has any mortal successfully ascended to Godhood in Yurgenschmidt?” Mestionora asked, giving Ewigeliebe a moment to think, “None, which is why I have my doubts this plan shall even work, due to which, I have come. To ask for your help.” She said with a pained smile. The smile was necessary as the Fundamental of Business Communication books her Darling had given to her suggested positive body language as a way to get others to agree with her.

The second course came. Calamari.

Mestionora could feel his piercing gaze as millions upon millions of his eyes turned to look at her, she maintained her expression even after thousands of Ewigeliebe’s mouths frowned or laughed at her while a thousand more were set into a fond smile, it was only when he decided to use his twelve million arms to pat and prod Mestionora as if she was a child was when she summoned hundreds of thousands of every type of pen imaginable and started to poke him back, threatening to stab him if he did not stop, after an eternity or a millisecond, he went back to the topic at hand, likely pleased with himself for getting a response out of Mestionora. “Suppose I do help you.” He drawled as he dipped the rings into one of the sauces provided and ate. “What will I get in return?”

“I will stop threatening to stab you provided you give me the soul.” Bargaining low the books, Anhaltung and Greifenchan used to tell her, she needed to start with something lower than what she was to accept and try to stay below what she was willing to accept in order to win the bargain.

He slowly blinked. “That is it? Borrowing souls from other Worlds is not an easy task I will have you know, dear Daughter, whilst it is standard practice to foster souls to different Worlds to ensure new ideas are brought to different worlds due to Worlds being physically isolated from each other due to sheer distance. After Yurgen became isolated due to the Yurgenschmidt mortals wiping each other out in increasingly violent manners, it has been quite difficult to gather souls from beyond Yurgenschmidt’s borders to reverse the developmental stagnation of the mortal’s society and technology. Therefore, I am not convinced by your offer.”

Mestionora could hear his faint accusations towards her for not descending earlier to stop the mortals from getting to a point where they decided to obliterate each other's souls for petty reasons and akin few of their citizens to Gods as they had more mana compared to their countrymen. Afterall, she was the one who planned how Yurgenschmidt would be and had even given the first Zent an instruction manual on how to take care of the country and how to fix anything if it broke, so she should have been the one to descend to the mortal realm when the mortals started to become lawless heretics. “I had my reasons for not doing so in the past-”

“-Which has lead to the isolation of Yurgen from the rest of the Worlds-”

“-Whilst my plan did fail and had led to the isolation of Yurgen.” Mestionora tried not to feel too bothered by the way he had cut her off mid-sentence, she was also bothered with how he would use her ineptness at keeping the humans in check as a way to gain the upper hand in the conversation when he had also been profiting from it these past few centuries. “I am currently working on another plan for some of the other Worlds to open up to Yurgen again, however, I did not come here today to discuss that matter so let us go back to our main topic, shall we?”

The next course was served by the waiter and poison-tested: Roasted swan.

“Hearing that finding a single soul from Earth is a [Herculean] task for you, Father, I am amicable to hear what kind of compensation you are wishing for the completion of the task.”

As unfortunate as it was, mocking Ewigeliebe did not stop him from asking for a higher price for his service, much higher than what Mestionora was willing to accept. “In addition to not getting stabbed everytime I try to have a civil conversation with my own daughter, I would enjoy getting to know you better personally instead of receiving second-hand information from your Mother. Perhaps we could also continue to have these luncheons.”

As much as Mestionora despised her Father she was willing to put up with Luncheons once every few centuries, afterall, she was not doing this for herself but for her Love, also, there was wisdom in the phrase ‘keep your friends close but your enemies closer’.

“I propose we meet once every week.”

Nevermind, Mestionora hated this plan. “No.” She said flatly. “We will not meet once a week, I do not have the time to do so due to my immensely busy schedule, therefore I propose in addition to not stabbing you on site, we shall meet once every thousand years for lunch.” Mestionora started to wonder if her third plan should become her second plan if her first plan failed and let Ewigeliebe steal her Love’s soul from Earth plan become her third plan instead of her second plan.

He did not even pretend to think about her offer. “Unfortunately, once every one thousand years is not a suitable price, however. I shall be glad to find this mortal’s soul you like from Earth for a lunch every two weeks.”

They went back and forth on the finer details. Her Father’s request for closer connections increased from a lunch every two weeks, to a year, to five years, to a decade, to twenty years whilst her wish to remain far away from him slowly decreased from a thousand years, to eight hundred years, to six hundred years, to four hundred years to her latest offer: they shall meet and dine together once every two hundred years.

“Perhaps we could come to an agreement.” Ewigeliebe said, “I will help you by stealing away the mortal’s soul once she has died, provided you will stop stabbing me on sight and we shall meet at this restaurant or another restaurant of my choosing every fifty years.”

Whilst Mestionora would have preferred not interacting with the overly possessive freak of nature - who was also unfortunately, her Father - twice in a century, by this point they had been arguing for an entire bell, Mestionora was tired of arguing for so long and all she wanted to do was go to Nekoya. “Very well.” She said, “Those are acceptable terms.”

“One more thing.” Ewigeliebe said. “I would like to meet this mortal.”

“Excuse me?!” Absolutely not!

“How else do you expect me to find the mortal when I do not even know how their soul looks like?”

Mestionora thought for a minute, it seemed logical he would want to meet her Love as she did not have a baptism medal nor was she Yurgen at the very least due to which Ewigeliebe would not be able to identify her soul, there was only one way for them to meet and Mestionora doubted Kuro would appreciate what Mestionora would do which gave her an opening. “I do have a way to introduce her to you, however, it will nonetheless, be a difficult undertaking from my side and hence, believe to off-set the mental damage to be inflicted upon me by raising my offer to us interacting once every one hundred and fifty years.”

He will accept her offer, if he truly turned a new leaf and wanted to get to know his only Godly child better, he would take her offer. “What is your plan?” Mestionora reluctantly told him about the restaurant, hopefully he did not do anything that would get her banned for eternity. “That… Is an acceptable offer… However, I will only go if we could meet once every century for a proper meal.”

Mestionora could live with at. Fifty years to emotionally prepare herself for each meeting and fifty years to process after each interaction. “Very well, shall I hold you to your words?”

Mestionora almost broke out into a smile when she saw the way his face froze, “You mean to say…”

“Yes.” She smiled, “Let the Former Queen of the Gods hold us to our words, a binding oath to make sure we shall get our due if conditions are met, what is the matter? You look quite pale, dear Father ?” She knew why he looked as if he could pass out any moment, he had received punishment once after all for breaking an oath, leading to most of his sanity being lost for hundreds of thousands of years, if he were to break this new oath, no part of him will remain sane and his mind shall be lost for the rest of Eternity.

“Is this really necessary?” Her Father asked, “Gebordnung could surely-”

“No.” Mestionora said, “I want us to be held accountable to the highest order, to the one who keeps the Supreme Couple themselves in balance and holds them accountable, if you are not willing to go as far, then.” Mestionora got up from her seat, “We are done, I shall never seek you out ever again, even if my plan fails I shall never speak to you ever again-”

“- I shall swear to my sis- To the Old Queen.” He said before Mestionora could walk out the door, “Will you come visit me outside of out scheduled once-a-century dinner if I agree to this?”

This was… Happening? Mestionora internally cursed herself when she was walking out of the door, expecting him to call her bluff but… He agreed to her demands? “Very well.” Mestionora said, “We shall do the oath, Immediately .”

They sat opposite to each other, her right hand was in her Father’s left hand and his right hand was in her left hand.

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