My Goblin System : Levelling up with my SSS Class Devouring skill Chapter 136

Satou gestured for both won to sit, Lyra in the desk chair, Jessica beside him on the bed. "Alright. Let’s talk about how this works. Lyra, you wanted to establish boundaries?"

"I want to establish structure," Lyra corrected. "Boundaries sounds restrictive. Structure sounds organized. And organization prevents conflict."

She pulled out a small notebook from her pocket,because of course she’d co prepared with notes. "I’ve been thinking about this since our conversation before you left. Here’s what I think makes sense, but I want both of your input."

She flipped to a marked page. "First: Official titles. I’m First Wife—that’s established and non-negotiable. Jessica, you’d be Second Wife. Not lesser, just second chronologically. Both of us hold equal authority in our respective domains—I handle settlent administration, you handle dical matters. Neither of us interferes in the other’s expertise."

Jessica nodded. "That makes sense."

"Second: Living arrangents. Satou’s current quarters are too small for three people. We’ll need to expand them or build new ones. I suggest new ones—a central living area with private rooms branching off for when any of us need space, plus a shared bedroom for when we want to be together."

"All three of us?" Jessica asked, her blush deepening. "At the sa ti?"

"Eventually, probably," Lyra said matter-of-factly. "But not until we’re all comfortable with it. For now, Satou can alternate between our rooms, or we can visit his individually. Whatever feels right. The point is having the physical space to accommodate multiple arrangents."

She continued down her list. "Third: Ti managent. Satou’s ti needs to be split fairly between us, between settlent duties, and personal developnt. I propose a flexible schedule where he spends at least two evenings per week with each of us individually, plus shared ti when all three of us are together. Remaining ti goes to leadership responsibilities and training."

"That seems reasonable," Satou said. "Though what about spontaneity? I don’t want this to feel like a scheduled obligation."

"The schedule is a minimum, not a maximum," Lyra explained. "It ensures neither of us feels neglected while leaving room for spontaneous monts. Think of it as a safety net, not a cage."

Jessica was nodding along. "I appreciate the structure. It ans I don’t have to worry about whether I’m taking too much ti or not enough. The baseline is clear."

"Fourth," Lyra continued, "and this is important: Communication. If any of us feels uncomfortable, jealous, neglected, or unhappy with any aspect of this arrangent, we talk about it imdiately. No festering resentnt. No passive aggression. Direct, honest communication even when it’s difficult."

"Agreed," Satou said imdiately.

"Absolutely," Jessica added.

"Fifth: Public presentation. We’re not hiding this relationship, but we’re also not making it the center of settlent politics. We’re professional in public settings, affectionate but appropriate. What we do privately is our business, but publicly we maintain dignity. Agreed?"

Both Satou and Jessica nodded.

Lyra closed her notebook with satisfaction. "Those are the main points. Obviously details will need to be worked out as we go, but this gives us a frawork. Any concerns? Objections? Additions?"

Satou thought for a mont. "What about children?"

Both won froze.

"Children?" Jessica repeated.’

"Eventually," Satou clarified. "Not now—we have too much to do and I’m still establishing my demon lord position. But eventually, if we’re building sothing permanent, children will be part of that conversation. How do we handle that fairly?"

Lyra’s expression beca thoughtful. "That’s... actually a very good question. I hadn’t thought that far ahead."

"Neither had I," Jessica admitted.

"We don’t need to solve it now," Satou said. "But it’s sothing to keep in mind. This isn’t just a temporary arrangent for convenience—at least not for . I’m thinking long-term. Building a life, a family, a legacy. All of that includes both of you."

Lyra’s eyes softened. "You really an that."

"Of course I do. Why would I go through all this,the dungeon, the fight, the political complications,if I wasn’t serious about building sothing permanent?"

Jessica reached over and took his hand. "I want children eventually. I want to build a family with you. With both of you," she added, glancing at Lyra. "If that’s sothing we can all agree on."

"I want it too," Lyra said quietly. "I’ve spent so long focused on being practical, being the administrator, being responsible. But yes, I want a family. I want to build sothing that lasts beyond just the settlent. I want..."

She trailed off, emotion making her voice thick.

Satou stood and pulled both won into an embrace. "Then that’s what we’ll build. Together. All three of us."

They stayed like that for several minutes, just holding each other, letting the reality of what they were committing to sink in.

Finally, Jessica pulled back with a watery laugh. "We should probably head to the feast. Urgak will send soone looking for us if we don’t appear soon."

"True," Lyra agreed, wiping her eyes and visibly pulling her professional persona back into place. "Though we’re going to look like we’ve been crying, which will spawn all sorts of rumors."

"Let them rumor," Satou said. "We’ve given them enough to talk about for the next year anyway."

They left the healing hall together, walking three abreast toward the main courtyard where the feast was already being set up. Cooking fires blazed. Long tables were being assembled. People were gathering, the atmosphere celebratory and light.

As they approached, Satou noticed sothing that made him smile. Soone had created a banner, crude but heartfelt, that read "WELCO HO CHIEF SATOU" in letters made from painted cloth. It was hanging between two buildings, clearly visible to everyone.

"Did you organize that?" Satou asked Lyra.

"No," she said, sounding surprised. "I didn’t even know about it. Soone must have made it while we were talking."

"Everyone love you," Jessica observed. "Not just respect you or follow you out of necessity. They actually love you. You’ve given them sothing they never had before—hope and stability and the chance to build real lives."

"We’ve given them that," Satou corrected. "All of us together. I couldn’t have done any of this alone."

As they reached the courtyard, the crowd that had gathered erupted in cheers. People were clapping, shouting congratulations, celebrating not just Satou’s victory but his safe return.

Urgak stood at the head of the main table, a massive mug of what was probably ale already in hand. When he saw Satou approaching with Lyra and Jessica on either side, he grinned and raised the mug high.

"OUR CHIEF HAS RETURNED!" Urgak’s booming voice carried across the entire settlent. "VICTORIOUS OVER THE CHAMPION OF A DEMON LORD!"

The crowd roared approval.

"AND," Urgak continued with a knowing grin, "WISE ENOUGH TO CLAIM NOT ONE BUT TWO EXTRAORDINARY WON! TRULY OUR CHIEF IS BLESSED!"

More cheers, plus so laughter.

Satou felt his face heating slightly despite himself. But he also felt pride. These were his people. This was his settlent. This was what he’d built from nothing—a place where goblins and orcs worked together, where rescued won found new lives, where celebration happened not because of conquest but because of community.

He walked to the head table with Lyra and Jessica, and the three of them sat together—making their relationship absolutely clear to anyone who’d sohow missed the earlier announcent.

Urgak raised his mug again. "A toast! To Chief Satou—may his enemies know fear, his friends know loyalty, and his won know satisfaction!"

"URGAK!" Lyra’s scandalized voice cut through the laughter.

"What? It’s a toast!" Urgak protested, though his grin suggested he knew exactly what he was doing.

Satou laughed and raised his own mug. "To the settlent! To everyone who believed I’d co back! To the future we’re building together!"

"TO THE FUTURE!" the crowd echoed.

And as the feast began, as food was served and stories were told and laughter filled the evening air, Satou looked around at everything he’d built and felt sothing he hadn’t experienced in either of his lives.

Complete contentnt.

He’d survived the impossible. He’d defeated a legendary champion. He’d claid his place among beings of imnse power. He’d found love—twice over, in a way he never expected.

And now he had a year to prove that all of it ant sothing. That monsters could build civilization. That power could serve sothing beyond domination. That the impossible could beco reality if you refused to give up.

One year.

It seed like a long ti and no ti at all.

But as Satou sat there between Lyra and Jessica, surrounded by people who depended on him, supported by allies he’d never expected, he knew one thing with absolute certainty:

He was ready.

Whatever ca next, hostile demon lords, human armies, political intrigue, the countless challenges of building sothing new. He would face it all.