Chapter 266: Age is But a Number

Chapter 266: Age is But a Number

So, you dumped the Princess? the guys wife has made some tea for all of us and now the whole family is looking at me, small children included. Even the toddler in his mothers arms is out for some tea.

Yep. Dropped the bomb on her. Almost told her ass is too fat as well.

For the Worlds Tree, the mother open her mouth and looks at her children, who are already spelling fat ass, with their juvenile food-openings.

Joey is not a good luck on you if you badmouth a girl youve been with, Penelope interjects.

Heh, not been with her, man, I shrug, we just dated. Platonic. No hardcore stuff. And you boys, behave. No sex until marriage.

Mr. Luciani, please, [[Severinus]], the [Merchant], says.

Oh come on, just joking. Have all the sex you want, kids. Its free.

At this point, probably having heard the word before, the two smaller children, both boys, start screaming around: SEX! SEX!

It takes a few minutes to put the household in order and confine the children to the sex talk-less room in the house. Severinuss wife is looking at me with a scoff, but she hides a slight smile of amusement.

You know, Lauras mother, the [Queen], was supposed to be exhiled or something. But then, King Tiberius, who I basically rescued from poverty, decided to take back his own decision. Crazy, isnt it? I mean, fostering hate is part of the royal family stuff, I guess. But I havent really done nothing, you know? The duels, for example, werent my idea! Did you know that? And did you know that they werent really supposed to be to death?

We didnt watch them, Severinus says. It was the talk of the city for weeks. But the tickets were quite pricy.

What? Tickets? They sold tickets?

Sure. They probably made a lot of money as well. It started from one silver for the worst part of the arena. The better ones were paid for in gold.

Huh. You would expect someone to pay the main entertainer, but I guess thats not how it works. Well, it doesnt matter. Anyway, Severinus, how much do I owe you? You have the math on you, dont ya?

The Elf, a rather short one, exhales.

Its a steep bill. I took out a loan for the amount of Astraiae I was selling and most of them were ruined by...

Yeah, I know. Princess Bianca is a bit cuckoo. Dont worry. Princess Laura is actually worse. But come on, how much? I press him. Hes obviously a bit shy even though hes supposed to be a [Merchant], brother-in-law to [Hagglers] and children of [Thieves].

Twenty-three gold coins if you count business lost today and the interest, suddenly the wife interjects with a hard expression.

Well, its not exactly--

Sure, whats the problem, I fish out a bag of gold coins that comes from my own bakery and take out a couple of fistfuls.

This should be around forty, I think. You count it, I push some of the gold at the man. And listen, again, Im really sorry about everything.

Nothing, really. Its a gift. And its cursed. So if I take it off, it will start zapping me. Probably to death, at some point. Yeah. Its also made of dragon skin? But like, soft dragon skin? I dont know whats the deal with that. Fabric softener, perhaps? Do you know if they have fabric softener in this world?

[Washers] have a skill for it, she giggles, but the hat--

Yeah, its a bit weird. Kind of a good artifact, though. Unique, for sure.

Yeah, I would say unique, as well.

Sooo, whats up? Are we going back to your place? I ask the woman.

Oh, on our first date? I dont think so, she replies with a cheeky smile.

Just walk me home, and thats it for today. I plan on staying here for a bit. And we can talk. Not that its going to be worth much. I doubt well be able to go back to Earth, you know. At this point, I feel like Epretos would suit me better than Italy. Cant go back to a place without skills, really. Oh, by the way, how did you die?

I stop dead in my tracks. On purpose, obviously. Theres not really that much that can surprise me anymore. But I love to be drammatic.

Excuse me? Or, you know, I beg your pardon?

How did you die? I know for a fact that all other Earthers who came to this world were dying when they suddenly got rejuvenated and transported here.

I look around, seeing the normal traffic as a sign that Im probably not having a psychotic attack.

I didnt die. I was chasing some... do you say tail in England? Wait, no. You are not English. Right. I was, you know, fooling around. Asking a girl out. Or something. Yeah. No details. Anyway. No, not dying. For sure.

Hm. Well, thats good to know. You dont have to tell me more if you dont want to, she says with a smile.

Good, good, I say, resuming my walk. After a few feet, I stop again.

Wait a second, you dont believe me, do you?

Its a sensitive matter. It can be traumatic to talk about it. I understand perfectly your reserve about it.

What? What reserve?! I did not die. I swear. Why would I lie? And wait a second, how old were you when croaked?

Pretty old, she says with a wink.

Oh. Wait a second.

Are you telling me you are an old geezer?

Something like that, she says while striding forward. And remember, age is but a number!

Wait! Where are you going?! How old were you?! Oh GOD! Its going to be plague my dreams! Tell me! Penelope, Penelope! Fuck! Stop running! STOP RUNNING YOU OLD BAG!