Skip to tomorrow.

Nothing of note happens the rest of the day. Nearly a dozen brigands need clothes, food, and shelter, but that's easy enough. Even simple means are more than they're used to having, and even though you need to house them all under the same roof for now, that's better than sleeping under a tree. Given the timeframe and your limited supplies, they're all gifted basic outfits for now, though given they're made by Luna, they still look a cut above any other commoners despite that. As for you, it's time to rest. You bathe, eat, and then get ready for bed.

With your arms spread out, you lay back on your massive bed and feel as if you're drifting away atop a cloud. You dream of normal, pleasant things, like naked elves, and dripping wet demons of ice. Maybe that isn't so normal after all. Either way, it was a rich day. For once you gained a lot without needing to painfully struggle through any kind of dungeon, or fight a bunch of monsters, or anything like that. You were able to have a truly intimate moment with Shivra, and now your numbers have grown even more. You finally have people living within Castle Phoenix who aren't necessarily party members per se. They're simple citizens. Granted, they're more hardened than ordinary commoners, and they'll take some time to wind down after all they've been through, but it's still a great addition.

Nyllia is still out there around Avana, doing quests and aiding those in need, all while inadvertently spreading the rumour that one of the most famous, powerful adventurers in the Empire represents the Demon King. You hope she's all right despite that, though if anyone can defend themselves just fine, it's Nyllia, and she's with her party members Bill, Phil, and Zazra as well. Snow is still doing recon in Tolas, though thankfully has one of Alice's ears if something happens. If Lord Vraelion starts doing anything suspicious, you'll hopefully find out, and maybe the Circle will finally say something as well.

Either way, you fall asleep rather quickly.

The next morning is rather ordinary. You have a relatively consistent schedule when something isn't going horribly wrong--wake up in the Master Bedroom, have a nice hot soak in the Royal Bath, head to the Great Hall to eat breakfast with many of your friends, and then it's time to deal with whatever issues have arisen. You wonder if you're actually more organized now than you ever were on Earth. To be fair, you were thrust rather forcefully into most of this. You've still adapted to everything impressively. While Elok Daven was the one who granted you your initial powers, it was you and you alone who made it to where you are now.

About halfway through the day, you find yourself wandering the snaking pathway that leads from the front of the castle, around the various buildings, and eventually to the mighty gates of the outer walls. There's a chill in the air, though it bothers you little. You're wearing your armour today. One, because it's so light that it doesn't really matter. Two, because you'd like to feel as used to wearing it as possible. Three, because it looks awesome.

"Hey, Kyle!" comes a voice from down the path. Thomas appears, and comes hustling towards you. "Are you busy?" he asks.

"No. What's up, Tom?"

"You're wanted in the Throne Room. Some people wanna talk to you."

"Did something happen with the brigands from the other day?"

"No, no. These are new people."

"A Demon King's work is never done, I suppose."

"Please don't sound exhausted." He laughs nervously with a hand on his head. "I already try not to feel envious about what you have."

"I am lucky, but you gotta understand how much pain I've gone through too."

"I know, I know." He waves his hands dismissively in front of his face. "Sorry. I do know about some of the pain you've suffered, so I can only imagine everything I haven't been around for. You know I'm here for you, Kyle, through thick and thin. My life for the Demon King and all that. If I didn't like it, I wouldn't still be here."

"It's good to have friends, Tom. And you just need to relax. Be casual. Be chill."

"How do you even act so calm around such beautiful women?"

"Maybe you need to visit the succubi again," you mutter.

"Hey. Do you mind if I join you when you meet with these people? I've kinda always wanted to feel like the elite royal guard, standing at the side of the king. You know, the dude everyone believes must be strong, because he's the guy right by the throne."

"Do you wanna be the moth in the sexy dress, or the succubus who doesn't wear pants?"

"... Huh?!"