Should I destroy this planet?

It's morning. I wake up and sit on the couch. I didn't go back to earth this time. Last night was pretty hilarious if you ask me. I didn't think that I would be a target for assassination. But the said assassins are dead except the one who claimed to be the leader.

Still, how should I handle this mess? The only reason why I didn't want to get directly involved with others is this. They would be so scared of me or annoyed with me that they might do something like this.

I have the leader of the assassins in my singularity. I did put him in a barrier but let's check on him just to be sure.

I create a tiny opening to the singularity and peek into it. He seems to be asleep. His breathing is normal so I will take it as a yes. He seems fine. Now then, I stand up and do some light stretching.

What time is it? This world doesn't have clocks, does it? If it does then maybe Fiona isn't too keen on having one. I ask Aera and she says that it's almost half past 7 in the morning.

I hear footsteps coming down. I look at the staircase and see Fiona coming downstairs.

"Good morning."

I take the initiative to greet her. I have never done so before with her.

"Good morning to you. You are up early." (Fiona)

"I used to get up even earlier. But this isn't so bad. After all, I don't have to go to work on time."

This brings back memories. It feels like not much time has passed since then but 2 years have passed. Believe it or not, two years have gone by since humanity was destroyed by Martin.

That reminds me that I wanted meet with the Aves family. And if you want to ask how did 2 years go by, I don't know. Honestly, I forget most of the things that happen in a day. So it just happened.

For plot's sake, accept that two years have passed by. I should try to use this world's calendar. I will look into it later.

Fiona starts making breakfast and I stand at the kitchen counter watching her cook.

"It really is different."

It slipped out of my mouth. I was comparing myself to her. And our cooking styles are worlds apart.

"What is different?" (Fiona)

She curiously asks as she chops some peppers. She chopped them perfectly while she was facing me.

"I mean, your and my cooking style. Yours is refined. It shows the years of practice you put into perfecting this art. While I was just throwing stuff into a pot until it's edible."

"Everyone is like that in the begging. When did you start cooking?" (Fiona)

"I was 16 when I started living and cooking on my own. My first time making something for myself was the basic. Scrambled eggs. But it turned into burnt eggs in the end. I gave up on that and just bought some pre cooked food."

Brings back so many memories. I was sidetracked by a spam call and when I came back, it was burnt. Not totally charcoal but burnt enough to make my tongue go numb.

"That happened with Fay as well. She turned the eggs completely black. Even the pan was burnt so we had to throw away the pan as well." (Fiona)

"After 3 tries, I managed to make edible scrambled eggs. Then I wanted to make some stir fried vegetables. I had cabbage, bell peppers, broccoli and tomatoes. But I cut my finger more times than I cut the vegetables. That day both of my hands were full of cuts.

I think I had a total of 16 cuts on both hands. It's a record in itself. I gave up on stir frying them and just boiled them and called them blanched."

Fiona listened to my reminiscing and replied every now and then. It was good having someone listen to my rambling.

Fiona was almost done as well. I turn around and find my mom and Fay sitting on the sofa.

"Good morning, you two. When did you get up?"

"We both came here at the same time. You were at the scrambled eggs part." (Fay)

"Then you two were here since the beginning."

I didn't notice them at all. Was I too relaxed? But my mother gave me an earful after that.

"You really shouldn't cook from now on." (Mom)

She told me. Is she worried about me cutting myself?

"But I have learned somethings. It's not like I cut myself all the time. Fay, how was my cooking?"

I asked Fay. She did eat my cooking for a long time.

"It didn't taste bad but your preparations could use a little work. My knife skills were so so. But your chopping was uneven which led to a chaotic texture. But the taste was good so I didn't complain." (Fay)

Chefs and their fancy talk. I couldn't care less about even chopping and texture. I was hungry, I needed food and I cooked it. As long as it's edible, I will eat it.

I tried to present my argument but everyone had woken up by that time so I stopped there. I brought Aldo and Alyssa for breakfast as well.

After breakfast was done, dad and mom left. I asked her if she needed anything but she assured me that she was fine. But I am a little worried. Who should I ask? Maybe I can ask Ms. Maria. Would she think that I was weird for asking something like pregnancy?

Alyssa is playing with Eden. I told them to go to the singularity so they can all play together. Jade is also there. Hazel has already gone to take a look. Aura and Fay are sitting on the sofa languidly. Fiona has left for the castle.

"I have something to discuss with you."

First I should talk to Fay and Aura about last night's incident.

When I told them about the incident, both of them remained calm. They had no change whatsoever.

"I kind of expected that to happen. But how did you meet Count Hardy?" (Fay)

"When you were trying to stop Gwen and Samantha's fight, I had a chat with general Louis. He brought five nobles who were opposing to my idea of stopping the war. So I just gave Count Hardy a hot sauna experience."

I will omit anything unnecessary. But she has a tired look. I think she is tired of my antics.

"Count Hardy is a man who believes that nobles are the ones in command after the gods. He thinks that he can do anything to the commoners. Even in this war, he has sent almost all of his capable subjects to fight. His territory doesn't have a large population but he has sent all young men to fight.

And he is reaping the profits of war as well. He is ambitious and is moving behind the scenes to usurp the throne." (Fay)

"You sure know much."

"I have to know. Knowledge is strength. Don't you say that all the time?" (Fay)

"I do. So, what should I do?"

"Just report this general Vindolf. He is a man who will not betray the king. So you don't have to worry about him colluding with Count Hardy. He will probably tell you what to do." (Fay)

"That's good. And the adventurers guild will take care of the adventurers. Then I am off."

I get up and open the door to leave. But I saw a big three headed dog outside. I close the door and look at them.

"Did you see what I just saw?"

"I clearly saw a big, three headed dog." (Aura)

"I did too." (Fay)

So I am not dreaming or anything. Then let's try again.

I open the door and see that same dog. It's big. I mean ginormous. It's almost as big as this house. It looks like a Dobermann. I look around and see a lot of winged people flying in the sky.

And among them I see a vaguely familiar face. I believe that's Apollo.

"Insolent mortal, how dare you raise your hand against a god? Today, you shall be judged for your transgressions and sent directly to hell." (Apollo)

After his declaration, the winged people roared and the dog barked in a deep threatening tone. I was in a very good mood until now but now it's ruined. I should just deal with these pests before going anywhere else. But I can just destroy this planet if needed. Should I do that?