The moment to fulfill his promise came a little over a month later.
During those weeks, Hayato's absence continued to be felt across much of the continent. To ordinary people, he had not simply been a powerful man who dealt with difficult threats. For years, he had been the Hero, a figure known even to people who had never seen him in person. His departure remained a subject of conversation and rumor for quite some time, until life gradually moved on.
That was when strange reports began coming in from the mountains.
First, groups of monsters started appearing far from their usual territories. Then came reports of roads being attacked and villages being forced to reinforce their defenses. None of those incidents alone was enough to explain what was happening, but the number of cases continued to grow.
Remembering Hayato's request, Satoru decided to investigate before the problem became worse.
He sent Hans to look into it.
When Hans returned, the answer was not what Satoru had expected.
"What did you find?"
Hans bowed his head.
"A dragon is responsible, my lord. A Black Dragon. Its presence is driving the creatures out of the entire region."
Satoru remained silent for several seconds. In theory, dragons stood at the very top among the creatures of this world, even above Demon Kings. Stories of people capable of defeating or subduing them were exceptional. King Yamato and the Golden Boar Demon King stood out precisely because they had reached that level.
After fighting Mito, Satoru had a much more direct point of reference for what that kind of difference in power meant. He did not know how close this Black Dragon came to her, but the gap he had seen between Mito and Hayato was far too great to ignore.
"A dragon is not something just anyone can handle. Even if Hayato were still here, he would not be able to deal with it."
Besides, he had another reason to go that was just as important.
A dragon was a source of first-rate materials!
Almost every part of its body could be used for research and crafting, and obtaining materials of that quality in good condition was extremely difficult.
Satoru traveled to the mountains on his own. Finding the source of the problem was not difficult. The Black Dragon made no attempt to hide, and its size would have made such precautions almost pointless anyway.
From horn to tail, it had to be close to a hundred meters long. Black scales covered its enormous body, though it was longer and more streamlined than Satoru would have expected from a dragon of that size. Its outstretched wings occupied much of his field of vision, and its long neck ended in a head whose fangs were still far too large for any ordinary creature.
The dragon spoke first.
"So someone finally came looking for me! Bow, little mage. You stand before the king of these skies!"
Its voice was loud and confident, carrying an obvious hunger for battle. It did not sound annoyed by the intrusion. If anything, it seemed pleased that someone had finally come all the way to find it.
Satoru observed it for several seconds before answering.
"I have no intention of bowing. However, I would prefer that you leave these mountains. Your presence is displacing the creatures of the region and causing problems for the nearby settlements."
The Black Dragon burst into laughter, the sound echoing through the mountains.
"Then show me why I should listen to you!"
It did not wait for a second answer. Its jaws opened, and a mass of dark energy began gathering inside its mouth.
Satoru activated [Fly] and moved before the breath attack reached his position. The blast tore through the place where he had been a moment earlier and continued into the mountain as the dragon turned its head to follow him.
"Good! You're not slow!"
Satoru did not answer. While avoiding the next attack, his attention was focused on something entirely different.
Almost every part of the dragon's body had value. Its scales, bones, blood, organs, and even its fangs could serve as materials that were difficult to obtain by any other means. Using overly destructive attacks would significantly reduce what he could salvage afterward.
When the dragon approached again, Satoru extended one hand toward it.
"[Grasp Hea—"
Wait. Did [Grasp Heart] destroy the target's heart?
His hand stopped halfway through the motion.
At that exact moment, an enormous shadow covered him as the dragon's tail came crashing down.
With a flash, Satoru disappeared and reappeared at a safe distance.
"A dragon's heart, like the rest of its body, is extremely valuable. Losing it would be inconvenient."
He looked down at his own hand. Since arriving in this world, he had never used [Grasp Heart], so he could not confirm whether the image of crushing the heart was merely a representation of the instant-death effect or whether the organ itself would actually be destroyed.
He would have to test that later.
[Death] did not offer absolute certainty either. Dragons possessed high magical resistance, and Satoru did not know exactly how resistant this particular specimen was to instant-death effects. It might work, but there was no reason to gamble on it when he had another option.
If he had been in his original body, he would have had more room to test different possibilities, but under the current circumstances he preferred a method whose outcome he could control more precisely.
The body would suffer some damage, but he could limit it to a specific area. If he aimed for the neck, the heart, major organs, limbs, wings, and most of the scales would remain intact.
Besides, this was a good opportunity to test one of his newer developments.
"Where are you, mage?! I know you're not dead! Come on, let's keep fighting! Show me what you're made of!"
Satoru let the dragon continue searching for him while he finished organizing his thoughts.
For some time, he had been studying the way this world's magic could be modified during construction. Chants and magical language were not the only ways to transmit the information necessary for a spell. Certain symbols, movements, and signals could perform similar functions.
Most of those formulas were far too long to be practical in combat, but understanding what each section meant had allowed him to reduce them until only the necessary parts remained.
An idea he had observed in another reality had given him the initial direction.
If a spell could be strengthened by adding information to its construction, then there was no reason to limit that information to the voice. Gestures could carry part of the process while leaving the voice free to construct the main spell.
The result of that research was a new form of meta-magic: [Dark Enhancement].
Spells could possess multiple properties. A fireball, for example, could simultaneously belong to categories associated with fire, projectiles, or explosions, and those properties determined how it interacted with resistances, specializations, and other abilities.
[Dark Enhancement] did not replace any of them.
By introducing negative energy into a spell's structure, it added an additional property associated with dark and necromantic magic.
The negative energy itself increased the attack's power, but there was a second advantage.
Satoru's classes were heavily specialized in necromancy, which meant that the bonuses that normally strengthened that branch of magic could also affect a spell once it had been given that new property.
Satoru brought his hands together.
Clap!
The sharp sound cut through the air, and the Black Dragon immediately turned its head.
"There you are!"
Satoru gripped his right wrist with his left hand and extended his palm toward the dragon. Those two movements were all that remained of a much longer formula. He had compressed the enchantment until he could perform it without sacrificing mobility during combat.
The Black Dragon opened its jaws.
Dark energy began gathering between its fangs again, and this time Satoru did not move.
"[Reality Slash]."
The breath attack fired at the same moment as the spell.
A black slash appeared in front of Satoru and tore through space in a straight line. When it met the dragon's breath, it did not explode or try to overpower it.
It split it apart.
The blast divided into two streams that passed on either side of Satoru while the slash continued forward without losing speed.
The Black Dragon was still wearing an excited expression when the attack reached its neck.
It had no time to react.
The slash passed through scales, flesh, and the very space they occupied with the same clean precision.
The dragon's head separated from its body before its expression could change, while the enormous corpse lost its balance and began to fall.
Satoru studied the severed neck for several moments.
The cut was clean, with no burns or unnecessary damage around the wound.
The first test of [Dark Enhancement] could be considered a success.
When Satoru returned to Muno, he brought the corpse with him.
For several days, the enormous body "decorated" one of the castle courtyards while Satoru decided how to dismantle it and which parts to reserve for each line of research.
To him, it was an extraordinary quantity of useful material.
To the rest of the world, it was something else.
The news spread quickly.
If any doubts remained about the true scale of Satoru's power, the event erased most of them. He had not taken part in an expedition or received support from an army.
He had gone alone and returned with a dead Black Dragon.
To ordinary people, the story was simple and easy to repeat.
The Great Hero had left, and little more than a month later, the man living in Muno had killed a dragon.
For the Shiga Kingdom and the Saga Empire, the situation was considerably less simple.
The Empire had spent weeks discussing what to do about the place Hayato had left vacant. Summoning another Hero was the traditional answer, but before leaving, Hayato had asked them to rely on Satoru whenever something appeared that was too much for anyone else to handle.
Until then, treating that request as the basis for actual policy had seemed like a dangerous gamble.
After the Black Dragon, it was still dangerous.
Ignoring it seemed even worse.
They did not trust Satoru.
That was precisely why they wanted to avoid giving him any reason for hostility and, if possible, make sure he continued to see peaceful relations with them as convenient.
The Empire decided to take the risk and, for the time being, not summon another Hero.
The next problem was much more practical.
Satoru had no particular interest in them.
They tried approaching him directly. Invitations, proposals, and requests for meetings arrived, but they almost always received the same response: courtesy when necessary and indifference the rest of the time.
They also tried asking Nina whether there was anything they could offer him, but her answer was equally unhelpful.
Through his arrangement with Muno, Satoru already obtained the kinds of materials he needed to continue his experiments. He had exhausted nearly everything he could learn from low-quality components, while the Black Dragon had given him an exceptional reserve for work that required much higher-grade materials.
What he needed in large quantities lay somewhere between those two extremes, and securing that supply was already one of the things Nina handled for him.
There was nothing he wanted from them.
So they began looking at the people and places with which Satoru did maintain a relationship.
Muno was the obvious answer.
If approaching Satoru directly produced no results, improving the conditions of the territory where he had chosen to remain was much simpler.
The Kingdom and the Empire facilitated contacts, trade, and access to the materials Nina was already trying to obtain for both Muno and Satoru's research. For the two powers, those were minor concessions. For Nina, they meant larger quantities, better prices, and safer trade routes.
Merchants also began arriving on their own as the items produced in the territory entered wider circulation.
Muno's recovery accelerated as a result.
Nina's workload practically doubled along with the number of merchants, agreements, requests, and projects passing through her hands. To anyone watching her work, it might have looked like an especially cruel form of reward, but Nina was satisfied.
After years of administering a territory that could barely sustain itself, she now had the opposite problem.
There was too much to organize.
The higher authorities also paid attention to much smaller connections.
Hayato's former companions continued meeting with Tama, Pochi, and Liza. The Hero's departure had not ended that relationship, and the three demi-humans continued seeking them out to train, talk, or accompany them on certain missions.
That was enough for the higher-ups to stop treating the dissolution of Hayato's group as the natural consequence of his departure.
The unit continued receiving missions and support, and over time Satoru even accompanied them on occasion when a job offered something he was interested in researching or obtaining.
Muno also needed more people.
The territory's recovery had attracted workers and merchants, but the negative energy accumulated over so many years remained a problem, and there were not enough priests to deal with it at the pace Nina required.
The temples began preparing personnel to relocate to the region. Among the priests chosen were Nebinen and Ohna, both from Seiryuu, while the first preparations were made to establish permanent temples and churches within the territory.
That part of Muno's growth was considerably less convenient for Satoru.
For some time, he had regarded the negative energy accumulated throughout the territory as a reserve he could use for his own research and would have preferred to make use of it before seeing it disappear.
However, purifying it benefited Muno, so he did not interfere with the temples' work.
Within a few months, Muno had gone from a territory only beginning to recover to a place where the Kingdom, the Empire, merchants, and temples all had reasons to invest.
When Nina once again asked whether there was anything else that might interest him, Satoru finally gave her a different instruction.
If reports came in about dead zones, places where negative energy appeared to be concentrating, or similar phenomena, he wanted to know.
* * *
The first useful reports arrived sooner than Nina expected.
One morning, she entered Satoru's room carrying several sheets of paper in both hands. He was reviewing notes on the remains of the Black Dragon when she placed the small stack on the table.
"I found something that might fit what you asked for."
Satoru set his notes aside.
"What kind of phenomenon?"
"Ghost ships."
Nina picked up the first page and turned it toward him.
"This isn't a recent report. There are records separated by years that describe almost the same thing: sudden fog, ships appearing where they shouldn't exist, and undead crews. Some sailors mention a Skeleton King."
Satoru scanned the document.
The number of undead described in the reports was enough to justify the trip on its own. If they really remained gathered in one place, they could also serve a purpose beyond his research.
Liza, who was standing near the door, watched as Satoru set the documents aside. When he turned toward her, she stepped closer.
"Do you have any orders for me, Master?"
Satoru did not answer immediately.
His first thought had been to deal with it alone, but Liza did not look away. She did not need to directly ask him to take her. Ever since joining him, she had always looked for ways to be useful and continue improving.
This expedition could serve both purposes.
"Prepare yourself. Tama and Pochi will come as well."
Liza bowed her head.
"Understood."
When she went to find the two girls, she found them with Karina. Tama and Pochi were sitting in front of her while Karina arranged their hair into small curls.
The conversation changed as soon as Liza explained that they were going out with Satoru.
"Are you going on an adventure?" Karina asked.
"Yes!" Tama answered immediately.
Pochi nodded eagerly.
Karina looked at Liza.
"Can I come too?"
Liza did not answer on Satoru's behalf.
When they returned and Karina asked him directly, Satoru observed her for several seconds before nodding.
"You may accompany us."
Locating the fleet confirmed that Nina had been right to keep the reports.
The spectral ships moved through a fog saturated with negative energy, with skeletons, ghosts, and other undead crowding the decks in numbers far beyond what an ordinary group could have handled.
To Satoru, that made the area a rather convenient training ground.
Before the fighting began, he made the conditions clear.
Liza, Tama, Pochi, and Karina could handle any enemies within their capabilities while he watched over the rest. If something appeared that they could not manage, they were to retreat and allow him to intervene.
All four agreed, and it did not take long for the first groups of undead to reach them.
Satoru observed the battle without needing to participate for much of the encounter.
Liza kept the tougher enemies away from Tama and Pochi, while the two girls took advantage of openings to bring down the weaker ones. Karina fought near them with Raka, alternating between reinforcing her body and covering the gaps that appeared whenever the number of enemies increased.
Whenever one of the undead proved far stronger than the rest, Satoru eliminated it before it could disrupt the flow of the battle.
He also began mentally setting aside a few that seemed strong enough to be useful later.
Most had no particular value.
They could die there and provide experience for the four of them.
The Skeleton King appeared after much of its army had already been destroyed.
The difference between it and its subordinates was immediate. The negative energy it emitted was far denser, and its strength was enough to justify Satoru intervening personally.
Satoru allowed the Skeleton King to attack long enough to gauge its abilities.
Then he ended the fight quickly.
Every attempt by the undead to regain distance was shut down, its defenses gave way one after another, and by the time it ceased to pose any real threat, it could barely remain standing.
After seeing an undead of that level, Satoru decided to subjugate it.
The Skeleton King seemed eager to shout about its motives, but its intentions and history meant nothing to him.
After Satoru used [Undead Domination], all resistance disappeared.
The Skeleton King lowered its head before its new master.
Satoru ordered several of the stronger remaining subordinates kept alive and destroyed the rest. He then transported the Skeleton King and those survivors to his hidden laboratory.
There, he could use them as a stable source of negative energy for his research.
For Liza, Tama, Pochi, and Karina, the expedition had served as training.
For Satoru, the outcome was even better than he had expected when Nina first placed those reports on his desk.
After that, Nina continued sending Satoru reports that seemed to match what he had requested. Some were strange enough for him to investigate personally, but most stopped being interesting as soon as he confirmed there was nothing useful behind them.
Meanwhile, the increase in trade and easier access to materials of sufficient quality began to have a noticeable effect.
Satoru could work more consistently, and the number of potions, magic items, and other products coming out of his research increased, though outside of that, his routine changed very little.
* * *
The next major interruption did not come from one of Nina's reports.
It came from Yamaki.
A messenger from the giants' village arrived in Muno with a request from Ishizuchi. Yamaki's dryad had asked them to deliver it after learning about a problem the elves had been unable to solve.
They did not know whether Satoru would agree to intervene, but after what had happened with the Black Dragon, they considered it worth asking.
The problem was affecting one of the World Trees.
By the time Satoru arrived, the Evil Jelly had spread across a significant portion of the branches.
The creatures clung to the bark and absorbed the mana flowing near them, leaving areas around them where magic weakened rapidly. Their eggs were embedded inside the tree itself, and the infestation had advanced far enough that the World Tree's defenses had begun recognizing the parasites as part of itself.
The elves had already learned that trying to remove them by force could make the situation worse.
If the population dropped too far without eliminating every last one, the remaining Evil Jelly began reproducing at an absurd rate. Another World Tree had lost a large portion of its branches after a similar attempt.
"How many are there?" Satoru asked.
"Close to ten thousand."
Satoru looked up toward the branches.
That number ruled out any method that depended on killing them one by one.
He asked to approach the trunk and placed one hand against the surface.
The knowledge of natural magic he had obtained from Mito allowed him to follow the movement of mana through the tree, though understanding what was happening did nothing to make the scale of the problem smaller.
The amount of energy flowing through the structure was enormous.
Mana did not gather at a single point. It traveled through the tree along a network extending through the trunk, branches, and bark. The areas occupied by the Evil Jelly disrupted that pattern, while the eggs formed small pockets of contamination inside it.
Satoru removed his hand after several minutes.
Killing the creatures was possible.
Doing so without triggering their reproduction or damaging the tree was the difficult part.
[Cry of the Banshee] could cover a wide area with an instant-death effect, but he had no way to guarantee that it would affect only the Evil Jelly. The size of the World Tree would require him to cast it repeatedly, and he had no desire to discover halfway through the process what else might fall within its range.
[Grasp Heart] offered greater precision, but it was a ninth-tier spell and, for this task, would only consume more mana than the alternative: [Death].
[Death] was simpler.
One target per cast, with no projectile that would need to cross the mana-depleted area surrounding the creatures.
The problem was still the number.
Ten thousand eighth-tier spells far exceeded what he could cast from a single mana pool, at least under normal conditions.
Satoru stepped away from the trunk and chose an open area where he would not interfere with the elves' work.
"[Consecutive Magic: Greater Magic Seal]."
The first seals appeared around him.
He repeated the process until there were ten.
During his research, he had managed to expand the function of [Greater Magic Seal], allowing each seal to store up to one thousand repetitions of the same spell before reaching its limit.
That did not reduce the cost.
Each [Death] still consumed the same amount of mana as casting it directly.
The difference was that he did not need to pay for all of them at once.
Satoru sat down and assumed a posture that favored MP recovery.
He took two potions from his inventory.
One accelerated mana regeneration even further. The other was a far stronger version of the potion he had prepared some time ago in Seiryuu to temporarily increase his maximum mana capacity.
He drank both before beginning.
"[Consecutive Magic: Death]."
His mana began disappearing rapidly.
Each cast entered one of the seals and remained stored there.
The difference from [Magic Arrow] was immediately obvious.
That first-tier spell could produce several arrows with a single casting and demanded only a fraction of the cost. [Death] was an eighth-tier spell, and each repetition added only one stored death effect.
When his reserves dropped too low, Satoru stopped.
For the next several minutes, he did nothing.
He remained seated while the potions, the enhancements he had accumulated through alchemy, and his own regeneration rebuilt his mana reserves at a rate that would have been impossible when he first arrived in this world.
As soon as he was ready, he continued.
The process repeated several times.
He filled the seals, exhausted a large portion of his mana, waited for it to recover, and began again.
After the first few cycles there was nothing new to verify, so he maintained the same pace until the final available space had been filled.
Less than an hour had passed since he began preparing when all ten seals were full.
Satoru waited several more minutes until his mana had completely recovered.
Then he returned to the World Tree.
He placed both hands against the bark.
Now came the difficult part.
He could manipulate natural magic with considerably more ease than before meeting Mito, but that did not make him a master.
Trying to preserve the World Tree's flow while redirecting thousands of tiny channels around every contaminated area would require absurd precision on an even worse scale.
So he did not try.
Satoru began pushing the mana inward.
The resistance was immediate.
It felt like trying to compress an enormous spring that pushed back harder the more force he applied.
Pressure ran through his hands, arms, and shoulders as he forced the mana away from the bark.
He did not need to control every current individually, but he did need to maintain enough pressure over the entire system to keep it from returning to its normal path.
Whenever he yielded even slightly, the circulation tried to expand again.
Satoru kept both hands against the bark and gradually increased the pressure, compressing the network toward the inner layers without allowing it to collapse into complete disorder.
Every correction consumed more mana.
His reserves began falling again.
The elves watching could not see the mana moving inside the trunk, but they could see the consequences.
The outer regions lost part of their magical activity, and the defenses that had reacted against them stopped responding around the Evil Jelly.
Satoru maintained the pressure.
It was still not enough.
He pushed a little harder.
The mana withdrew from another section of bark until, finally, the areas occupied by the parasites were sufficiently isolated from the main flow.
Satoru did not remove his hands.
"[Greater Magic Seal: Release]."
There was no rain of projectiles and no explosion sweeping through the branches.
When Satoru released the seals, he directed the stored [Death] spells toward the Evil Jelly.
Ten thousand spells manifested on the creatures within an interval too short for them to respond.
The creatures died almost simultaneously.
For several seconds, nothing else happened.
Satoru kept the flow compressed while confirming that none of the Evil Jelly remained alive.
Only then did he begin reducing the pressure.
He did not release the mana all at once. Instead, he allowed the circulation to gradually return to the outer layers until it once again spread through the bark.
The surface of the tree remained intact.
His own mana reserves, however, were nearly depleted again.
Satoru stepped away from the trunk and sat down once more.
The adults were dead, so there was no longer any immediate danger of the population exploding while he recovered his mana.
A few minutes later, he was able to continue.
The eggs remained.
That part was considerably slower.
Satoru examined the tree's circulation again and used the irregularities left by the infestation to locate each concentration.
Once he identified a cluster, he used spatial magic to transport the eggs directly out of the branch along with a small amount of the contaminated material surrounding them.
He did not need to open the bark from the outside or cut away any branches, but there were far too many clusters to resolve with a single spell.
The work continued for the rest of the day.
When night fell, there were still areas left to inspect, so Satoru remained there and resumed the extraction the following morning.
Before noon, he found the final cluster.
He removed it from the tree and traced the mana flow once more, from the trunk to the areas that had been infected.
This time, he found no similar irregularities.
The elves conducted their own checks before accepting that the problem was over.
The World Tree's defenses no longer reacted against them, and the circulation had begun stabilizing without Satoru's assistance.
Their gratitude followed soon afterward.
So did questions about the procedure, mostly because they wanted to know what they could do if the infestation ever returned.
Satoru had no objection to explaining the process, but the elves quickly realized it was beyond their capabilities and did not press the matter.
Satoru kept several Evil Jelly samples, some eggs, and small amounts of contaminated material before returning to Muno.
He reached the castle during the afternoon and found Nina, Karina, Liza, Tama, and Pochi in one of the courtyards.
Liza and the two girls had finished training a short while earlier, and Nina had stopped to speak with them when Satoru came through the entrance.
"Oh, you're back. That took a while, didn't it? Did anything interesting happen?" Karina asked.
Satoru had left the previous day.
For anyone else, returning so soon after dealing with a problem involving the elves would have been absurdly fast.
For him, after killing a dragon and returning with its corpse in less than an hour, the strange part was that it had taken him so long.
"Nothing particularly noteworthy. The task simply took longer than expected."
Satoru told them what had happened.
Nina watched him for several seconds.
From what he had just described, it was fairly obvious that the World Tree had caught his interest.
"For a moment, I was afraid you might decide to bring the entire tree back with you."
"There is not enough space in Muno for that."
Silence followed.
Karina and Nina looked at him at the same time.
Tama and Pochi waited as well, unsure whether he was serious.
Before anyone could comment, Satoru continued.
"That was a joke."
Karina's eyes widened.
"You can't say something like that with that face!"
Nina said nothing, but silently agreed with the complaint.
For a moment, she had genuinely thought Satoru was being completely serious.
Tama approached curiously.
"Was it bigger than the dragon?"
"Much bigger."
Tama's eyes widened immediately.
Pochi looked around the courtyard as though trying to imagine how much space something that large would have taken, while Karina continued watching Satoru with some suspicion after the joke.
The conversation continued as they walked into the castle.
No one needed to discuss why Satoru was there or how long he intended to stay.
Over the previous months, Muno had stopped being merely the place where he had decided to settle while studying this world.
Nina came to him whenever she found something that might interest him and no longer needed to explain every detail of the administrative problems she handled around his research.
Liza remained the person most capable of anticipating what he needed before he asked.
Tama and Pochi divided their training between Satoru, Liza, and Hayato's former companions, while Karina found more and more reasons to visit the castle even when there was no crisis to resolve.
Satoru also accompanied Hayato's former group on some occasions when their missions happened to overlap with something he wanted to research or obtain.
He did not take the place the Hero had left behind, nor did he try to lead them.
He simply appeared when he had a reason to and left when he was finished.
It was a strange routine compared with the life he had known when he first arrived in this world, but by then it had stopped feeling temporary.
At that moment, Satoru had no reason to think that life could disappear.
Much less could he imagine how close he was to losing it.
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Author's Note
Thank you very much for reading.
This chapter is mostly transitional and was necessary to move the story forward into the next stage.
Originally, I planned to present most of these events much more briefly and simply move from one point to the next. However, when I started working on the chapter, that approach felt too empty, so I decided to use the opportunity to properly show some of the events and explain a few details in advance instead of leaving everything as a simple summary.
Because of that, this chapter ended up doing a little more groundwork than I first expected, especially around Satoru and Muno's growth, and some of the things that will matter later.
That is all I have to add for now.
Thank you again for your support, and I hope you enjoy the chapters to come.