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And then there was a Rule 63 AU?

[So. You've played detective, run away from home with the queen of your country and married her, oh, and of course, killed the demon duke who kidnapped hundreds of women. An then you wake up not in your house in a small town in Elphegort, but some big city that doesn't seem to even resemble anything you've ever seen. Naturally, you'd probably be panicked or afraid or even desperate to get home?

Kachessa Crim? Is just plain tired of all this magic bullshit.

So currently, there is a woman of about 27 sitting on a bench, just staring straight ahead with the most linefacy, deadpan face. She is so done, she just wants to get done with this magic stuff and get on with her happy life with her wife and child. That's it. Nothing more.]

...I really need a different job.

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[You. Seem familiar. In a different manner than all the other people here who share his likeness.]

You won't easily find a place better fit for making a change.

[...Why do you look similar to her she is so confused. Except not entirely, because she's met a few others and she has a son with blue hair.]

...I was attempting a change when I came here. I'm more annoyed by all this magic and demons than anything else.

[A chuckle] Ah, yes. You'll have no chance of escaping any of that here, I'm afraid.

I've had more than my fill of both. I'd much rather be back in Elphegort with my wife and son.

[SIGH. But, unfortunately, it isn't going to happen it seems.]

[Huh. Same-sex unions weren't exactly unheard of, nor were they technically illegal, but they weren't something people usually stated so casually. By the way the woman was dressed, he'd gather that she was of high enough status to not have to care what anybody said.

He'll file that information away for later use.

The mentioning of Elphegort was of more immediate concern; no one here had even mentioned anywhere close to home in passing.] You're from Elphegort...? That's a name I haven't heard in quite some time.

...Not exactly. I am from Asmodean, though I moved to Marlon at a young age. That's where I met my wife. Some time later, we ended up in Elphegort with our son. It's where the work was good.

[...Ah. She's realizing she's been terribly rude. She'll stand then and bow at the waist--like a man, because that's what she's been pretending to be for so long. Same sex union? ...More like no one back home knows she's actually a woman. Her voice is just low enough, and she's bound her breasts enough she can pass.]

I've been rude. Ches Crim, detective.

[Crim, was it? H'm, perhaps they shared some distant relation. That might explain the sense of familiarity he couldn't quite put his finger on. For the sake of being polite, he mirrors the gesture.]

Judge Gallerian Marlon. Charmed.

...Marlon!? As in... Yufina Marlon!?

[...Yufina didn't have anyone in her family with blue hair. So color "Ches" surprised. Because... Hahahaha. It's impossible. He can't be...]

...She was once a queen of the kingdom, yes.

[Eyeing her with a little more interest. He'd expect the kingdom to be recognized before one of its particular rulers, and with the tricks this place liked to play...it couldn't be. Could it?]

She--

[It's only a momentary pause, barely noticeable.]

--was an acquaintance of mine.

[That tells you how long before him she is, huh?]

I ended up at a gala investigating a case, and she remarked that my surname was the same as a Marlon count's.

[Yeah, no. This one is far too interesting to let go of just yet.]

You mustn't have seen her in quite some time, Ches. Yufina Marlon's rule ended eight hundred years ago.

...What?

[...Well-played, Gallerian, because it hits on a certain, panicky instinct that comes with love.]

Th-That's impossible, I saw her just this morning!

Then you must not be very familiar with where you find yourself.

The doppelgangers you see walking the streets have been taken from different worlds, their only similarities being faces and occasionally names. It is admittedly rare that one might meet someone from the world they call home. However, if this place is not bound by reality itself, I doubt something as insignificant as time holds much sway.

This place can do amazing things, Ches Crim.

...Ah. I suppose that makes sense...

[It quells her worried.]

...So you would be from eight hundred years after Yufina, then? ...Ha. How... Amusing.

[...She has an idea of who he is now. A hunch. Given his blue hair, and her lack of other relatives? There's but one possibility she can think of.]

...Tell me, Your Honor. How common is blue hair in your time?

[He smiles, but it's far too self-assured to be polite or comforting.] Not terribly common. More often than not it is a sign of royal Marlon lineage.

I see. i'm afraid I've been a very rude person. I owe you an apology, and perhaps a few answers.

[She'll bear up and then bow again--far more regal, someone of noble blood.]

Allow me to reintroduce myself. I am Kachessa Crim, daughter of Marquess Alexander Strahl and Marchioness Mariella Strahl from Lasaland, Asmodean, former wife of Count Salvatore Crim of Marlon, and current 'husband' of Her Majesty Yufina Marlon. I apologize for the lie.

[He had an inkling of a guess, and it was good to have it confirmed...but something's wrong. Something is terribly wrong here. That smug smirk falters with a hint of confusion.]

...I beg your pardon, your highness, but I was under the impression that Kachess Crim was a man.

...I can see why people would be confused, especially from the Asmodean area. To avoid becoming a target myself, I masqueraded as a man when investigating the disappearances. Though I used the name of Kendal Warwick then. And since I currently am disguised as a man still in Elphegort.. I can easily see how legends would be confused by your time.

[Interesting, how tales evolve over time. Besides, she doubts history would tell of a woman slaying the Demon Duke of Asmodean.]

...Of course, I am sure you've realize this means you are not, by blood, related to Yufina Marlon. Though she is, for all the effort she's put into caring for our son, his mother.

[That's. Huh. It's not the first bit of history he's learned wasn't quite how it was told, but this one was a lot more...personal. Even if it was only a pinprick of a blow to his ego, he had a keen interest in his ancestors.]

That begs the question of whose blood flows through me, then. Unless you had the child with the Count.

...I was married to that monster for ten years, and never bore him a child. I'm sorry to say but the blood of the Demon Duke of Asmodean runs through your veins.

[The proof had been her son's eyes. A beautiful, beautiful purple she'd only seen in one place. But she... Looks so very ashamed.]

[That strikes him silent for a few moments. He's visibly shocked for only an instant, however, quickly being overtaken by a faint, thoughtful smile.]

[And soon, a quiet chuckle rumbles from the back of his throat...]

[...Which erupts into loud, uproarious laughter.]

So sin flows through my very blood, does it?

How very excellent...!

[Color her surprised at that reaction and most... Unsettled. She is now worrying that she broke you with this information.]

Most would be quite unhappy at being descended from him. Why is it you are glad?

[He needs a minute to calm down from the laughter, and even when he's ready to speak again that smile almost isn't human.]

I am not a good man, your highness. This place plucked me from the fiery pits of hell, an afterlife I can assure you I wholly deserved.

I committed sin in search of sin, and the fact that it is a piece of my very being...well, a number of things become quite clear.

oh howdy

HI, DESCENDANT. Sorry for the awkward. :V

No apologies, awkward is delicious

So. How will he feel hearing Kachess was a woman? :V

Even more things he thought he knew were a lie

...So basically par the course?

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