The city of Meredith. The gates were open, but Jack and his makeshift army waited outside the walls. The scenery was green, surrounded in forests, while the city walls themselves were made of gold-inscribed marble.

The prowess of Another World’s dungeons were indeed amazing!

Soon, a man dressed with only a tongue come by. He wasn’t a barbarian or anything like that. Indeed, he wasn’t even from a high-end class. He was a simple level 5 human male. Skinny and pale, shivering a bit because of the cold. A proof of friendship - someone who wasn’t bearing arms.

[- And you are?] - Jack’s attitude had been dry and hispid. He didn’t enjoy being blackmailed, what to say once someone made his long-lost daughter hostage!

- Welcome to our Demon Kingdom, Your Majesty! I am Sebas, servant of His Majesty, Demon King Timothy!

Jack scoffed a bit. Did that mean they wanted for him to enter the city? To go straight to the capital?

He wasn’t a fool. The capital was simply the place with the higher amount of neuromancers per square meter in the whole of Another World. They asked for him to come. This much would have to suffice - otherwise, it would be a blatant treat to him.

[- And?]

- His Majesty wonders if Your Majesty would want to enter the city and meet him on the Guests Palace?

- Your Majesty is free to refuse, of course! - The low-level human was quick to add.

[- Then, I refuse. If possible, have him meet me here]

Jack’s tone became milder after the offer. If Timoty was willing to meet him outside of the city, no matter how many arrays and hidden traps there were in the vicinity - those were all too low level.

- Of course! His Majesty only asks for Your Majesty to stay alone. This way both may talk freely, without the need for bodyguards.

[- Ah, sure, no problem. Guys, wait for me over there, okay?]

Jack wasn’t difficult to please. After feeling a little graced by Timoty’s goodwill, his attitude made a complete turn. His tone was still a bit dry, but he wasn’t fuming with rage anymore.

As his people went away, the messenger made his way back to the city as well. Jack produced a small stool and sat. Now, all he needed to do was to wait. Wait until Timoty came to him.

His wait, however, wasn’t long.

At sundown, a figure walked from the city gates. Behind him one could see a small entourage of people dressed in all kinds of fashion. However, just like Jack’s “bodyguards”, those also stayed at a certain distance.

Carlos, in his “Timoty” avatar, made his way to were Jack stayed. He was an old man now, and, as much as Another World enticed him, he didn’t intend to live there, as an immortal or something, for the rest of his days.

In fact, dying peacefully was one of his wishes for quite a time already.

So, why bother with powerplay against someone who clearly wanted to stay out of the picture?

Of course, Dr.Hudderson was of great help, and he would do what he needed for things to go his way.

Still, as far as he had been counselled, things may go so well he might not even need to do a thing!