Enter Me! The Skillionaire Says In Parentheses

"Master, Aunty Foel, I suggest that both of you should get a room." Primis said with a thumbs up, watching both of them from the start at the floor entrance the whole time.

"Oh yeah!" MF blushes disappeared as her face was overwritten with an energetic one. "Speaking of a room, I haven't really made an official abode for both of us despite having a Citadel and Heavenly Domain."

"You work all day long, 24 hours per day and haven't had any time for your worried partner since the last few days." Foel pouted.

"Huwaa, we did that picnic tho. You can't say that we didn't rest!"

"I came too late to the party. That doesn't count." Foel smirked.

The only time where Foel showed her expression genuinely, was when she was beside the person who had changed her life for the better.

MF had so many things that she waited, the next meeting of the Lunatic Runagates, her own Occult Seed's growth, the finishing of her sect. As for Ouranos Citadel, it was growing at an alarming rate in the hands of Foel and the Forest Caretaker that wasn't so Forestry anymore.

Numerous Citizens of Ouranos Citadel had made their humble home where they could huddle in warmth through the storm and winter. MF also decided to make the place where they could call home.

Both of them walked through the starry night and illuminated night filled with floating phosphor substances that were generated due to the dense amount of energy. The grass waved at them, flowers and the kindred residents of Domeniul Ceresc. Tuli somehow found the merry parade and decided to join.

As Primis, Foel, and Tuli walked behind the Ouroboros who was playing a soothing melody on her crystal flute. The melody of how the gods once loved their creation, the Neamh where they threaded those blessings called life. Once a lost melody of the ancient era where the bard flocked merrily with joy and laughter after a great hunt.

It was the song that was created by the very first Champion of the Dusk. The song was called, 'The Neamh the Gods Loved'.

There was actually an era where music was one of the prominent strengths in fighting Calamities. Due to the uncherished tradition after the death of the first Champion, songs and instruments were mostly used within a civilization and never outside of it.

The parade walked and walked onto the southeast part of the Domeniul Ceresc where a grand waterfall with a mana river was flowing like a liquid crystal.

Just as when the melody stopped, the crystal flute was separated from her lips. "This is a good place."

MF didn't want to destroy much of nature so she used her dark seed of creation ability to restock her construction material. It was done because trying to create a whole house with its designated structure and composition location were too brainwrecking for MF.

"Lord Ouroboros, I might be a Magic Forger but I know some architecture knowledge, let me build the house for you!" The same as her expression, her syringe wings were also excited.

"Oh! Oh! I want to help too!" Primis raised her hand. "You've been working relentlessly, I don't want you to get sick!"

"Tuli!"

"See? Even Catalis agree."

'As if I'm able to get sick!'

Foel with her slight smug still smeared on her face, began to shrug looking at how the people were worried about their master. "I'll be helping them, don't worry about it. Just take it as a break, dear."

'They haven't realized that it didn't help me relinquish my fatigue as it would only prolong the construction time.' MF hurled a defeated sigh. "I'll bring my kitchen set then, make my house shine!"

The volunteering brigade began to work on the design as Tuli perfectly drew a schematic where the end result looked like a house of a devil in a purgatory. MF had just placed her portable kitchen set out from her pocket space pouch and then peeked into the schematic from the background.

'Huwaa, I was a demon lord in her eyes. That design would fit more as a barricade bunker in war!'

"Hmm, Big Sis. I think it looked too radical for someone as kind hearted as Master," Primis added, moving her legs up and down in a prone position with her eyes glued onto the schematic. "Need something more mild."

"Is that so?" Tulu scratched her head. "I have more papers, try drawing your ideas."

"Sure!"

20 minutes had passed with the two of them trying to think of the design that ended up turning into an otherworldly fantasy concept outside of scientific comprehension. Foel tried her best to hold her laugh of pity.

"Add another cannon!" Tuli exclaimed. "Another dragon pagoda on top of it will strike fear upon the enemies!"

"But that will make the staircase too narrow…"

MF arrived with a plethora of dishes that stroke a glue to the eyes of those who smelled the strong fragrance of the meat. She maintained her kind smile even though her sanity was slowly degraded by Tuli and Primis that took their effort in the wrong way.

'They are having fun, that's what matters.'

Just at the right time, a dark portal of space was stretched, spewing out a blonde lesser-minor deity that donned a bright smile. "I'M BACK!"

"Ah, Ki. How is the investigation doing?"

"I killed 102 people within Dorian Citadel." Her eyes then darted on the plate that MF brought. "Huooo! Also, Lord Ouroboros seemed to have one malicious individual that bore the blessings of some god having a great negative intent to you back then. Just right when I wanted to send him my curse, he was already dead."

"You buffoon, that is because I've dealt with him after he destroyed 70% of the mountainous domain outside of this Citadel."

Ki immediately knelt as she planted her face on the ground.

"I'M SORRYYY!!!"

Just like the great Ouroboros had expected, the construction was severely prolonged by hours with the new appearance of a more hungry people to eat. Under the bright moonlight, MF continued to fill those people's hunger.

Some of the forest dwellers also mingled with the cast quite energetically. Again, prolonging the construction process. MF wasn't chased by time, so she decided to focus on socializing with the people that she held dear.

It was quite bizarre and something it became a place where the major followers showed their talents in front of the numerous Fruit Spirits, Wisps, and Mandragoras who had nothing to do. It became too crowded to the point that MF decided to back off into the shadow and spectated the fun from afar.

MF began to play with her flute again, accompanying the rowdy bunch with her music according to the situation. Somehow it added a comedy aspect to it when she turned some ongoing situation to feel more dramatic.

Foel tapped her from behind. "Give me that."

"Y-you can play the flute?"

"I want to try."

Foel managed to replicate most of the songs that MF had played. As she cast a concealment spell for both of them, MF joined the performance with a violin to make the melody more merrier.

Their performance eventually echoed through the whole Domeniul Ceresc. It lasted until the dawn knocked onto their door, telling those people that morning had arrived.

"And the construction haven't progressed in the slightest."