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As I pondered these thoughts, the door opened, snapping me out of my focused state.
Ismena and Acelina entered the room to wake me.
"Ah, young lady? You're awake quite early today!" Ismena said.
"Yeah, is Father having his breakfast?" I asked.
"He is! Do you wish to join him?" Acelina asked.
"I do. Let's go," I nodded.
I returned to the dining room where my father was eating breakfast. To manage his hunger, he must consume three meals a day with chaos ingredients.
Of course, he could have one large meal a month instead, but this is better. He also enjoys eating like humans, a habit he grew fond of after my mother taught him the pleasure of dining.
Everything we eat is made with high-quality magical ingredients, beneficial even for a being of his caliber and, obviously, for me too.
"Ah, good morning, dear," he said.
I know he does this for me. He understands I'm human, so he adopts these habits to let me live a human life with a father who tries to be human, despite not being one.
"Hello, Father. I'm starving!" I sat down. "Heh, did you notice anything different?"
"Hm?" He looked curious. "Oh? I can sense your Consciousness has melded with the Mana in the air much better now. A hundred Mana strands are entangled with it. Oh, I see. You've reached the first stage of Medea's Method? Incredible! Isn't that too fast?"
"Is it? Well, I guess I've been working really hard!" I said confidently. "I've also more or less mastered two new martial art techniques. I'll show them to Wasp after breakfast. Oh, right, when is my aunt ing?"
"Probably for lunch," he said. "Oh, right, I gave you the invitation letters three days ago, dear. Have you invited anyone yet?"
"Not yet. It's the last week of April, so I'll go to school today and hand them to my friends," I said with a smile.
"Hm, alright," he nodded. "Dear, have you considered attending another school? I've learned of a few schools for supernatural individuals. They might benefit you more than a regular school where you'll likely forget half of what you learn."
"I've thought about it," I nodded. "But I like my current school, and I can keep an eye on Frank and the other kids from the organizations. Besides, I doubt I'll find better teachers than Wasp, Medea, and the Doctor."
"That's true. You did suggest joining that school initially..." my father nodded.
Although I joined this world after arriving at school, merging with my parallel self to bee a single being, I retain memories of everything I did as the Kireina that was born here. After all, she became me and I became her, we pletely merged, two parallel selves now one.
Anyway, before attending Tokyo High School, I had no formal schooling. I learned everything at home, taught mostly by my father, my maids, Medea, Doctor Frankenstein, and occasionally Wasp.
But it's been a year since I joined the school, and I don't want to leave. Aside from my wives there, many allies—technically my friends—are also there.
It's the best place to connect with them without my maids or bodyguards hovering...
"Alright, remember the entrance exam is at the end of the week. We'll have several things to do then," he said.
"I know, Father, don't worry," I nodded. "Let's enjoy breakfast. How have you been lately?"
"I've been alright. I'm still working on many things," he laughed, sipping coffee. "Getting things ready for the end of the week. There have been reports of more fools selling demonic drugs around the city. We're trying to stop them, but the dogs and bats keep interfering, claiming we lack jurisdiction in their territory. Those idiots have no idea what's happening in their own domains."
"Are they dumb or something? Haven't you told them about this?" I asked.
"I sent a letter," he said. "But it's up to them to believe it. We're enemies, after all. They might think it's an elaborate scheme to lower their guard."
"My goodness..." I sighed. "Father, you've really built a bad reputation, haven't you? How about we try to make peace with these factions and share Japan without hating each other? With new enemies and organizations targeting everyone, wouldn't it be better to form a big alliance?"
"Oh, dear, an alliance of all things?!" my father laughed, his chaotic flames flickering as his expression shifted to anger. "Kireina, I've told you many times the dogs, bats, and god-worshipping bootlickers aren't people I'd befriend. We're a criminal organization, dear. We mit crimes, run scam agencies, illegally sell overseas products, and produce weapons we sell unlawfully too. There's no way we could be friends. We're exactly the kind of enemies they chase... though those vampires and werewolves aren't saints either."
"I know," I nodded. "You're right, Father. But in a moment of necessity, facing a greater foe, we'll have to join hands. If you won't do it, I'll try. I'm already befriending Frank, and maybe I can do something with his friends, who are key members of Tokyo's three major factions."
"Hm..." My father sighed, closing his eyes stubbornly. "I know you're planning something. That boy, Frank... he's interesting. He embodies incredible cosmic power, a descendant of a being on my level or higher. I planned to eat him for that power, but since that's resolved, I considered letting him join our organization. If he's charismatic enough to befriend every faction out there... why not convince him to join us?"
"Oh?" I was surprised. "You mean... we could invite him?"
"I gave you three invitation letters, after all," he said. "I know you want to invite your friends, but... think about it."
"Wouldn't he try to spy on us?" I asked. "I thought you'd never agree to this..."
"Hm, would he?" my father laughed. "Our contract has special clauses. Unless he has power beyond my own, he can't violate the restrictions or leak our information to enemies."
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