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A Lewd Cultivator in Brockton Bay

Chapter 63

-VB-

… It was quiet.

Too quiet.

Even though thinking those words and being suspicious of everything around the corner made me feel paranoid, I lived in Brockton Bay. There was simply no way that Brockton Bay was going to stay quiet.

‘Now, how did the canon timeline go? Taylor and ABB happen followed by the Bank Robbery and then the Bakuda Spree. Endbringers came after that and then finally the Slaught-.’

I froze.

Slaughterhouse Nine.

Slaughterhouse Nine.

I completely forgot about them.

Panic began to well up inside me. ‘Fuck, I should have extended the vacation permanently!’

I quickly made my way around the house, using my precision and speed to pack up exactly six bags filled with the basic -.

I stopped.

… Why was I thinking about running away?

I dropped everything and just sat down on the bed.

… I was afraid for my family. I didn’t want any harm to come to them. I was ready to abandon the city to keep them safe. But would they be happy with me for it, though? Would Vicky and Amy be alright with me just … abandoning the city?

I stood up from the bed and walked over to our kid’s room. It was decorated in green and blues with baby animals and bright lights. And still sleeping in their cribs in the middle of the day were my two babies.

I placed my hands on their cribs and looked at them.

… No, my babies were more important than the city. My family’s safety was more important, but if I acted without thinking and evidence, then I was sure to run into objections. I needed something to work with, and just bailing wasn’t going to work.

I bundled up Olenna and Mark together and held them in one arm, and then quickly made my way over to the Dallon house. Since they were bundled up and cushioned (with extra diapers in the bundle), I ran over instead of using the car and got there in under five minutes instead of the twenty or so that it would have taken me.

I knocked on the door, and a minute later, Mark came out.

“... Alan? What are you doing here?”

“I need to go on a long recon,” I told him as I carefully and gently placed my babies in his arms, and he took them unsurely but held on well like a long-time father should.

“... Recon? For what?”

“I just got a very bad feeling.”

And then I was off.

-VB-

Vicky got the phone call during lunch.

“He went where?” she asked as she made her way to her car; as great as flying was, it was rough flying with a bunch of stuff.

“He said he was doing recon but didn’t say what for,” Dad told her from the other side of the call. “But he left Olenna and Mark here.”

She bit her nails as she wondered why Alan would do something like that.

“Okay. I’ll be over there soon after I visit the house for some supplies,” she replied. “My classes are over anyway.”

“Okay. Drive safely.”

She drove home and found … bags. Just a number of bags that had been hastily packed but then suddenly tossed aside. She warily walked around the house and collected a few items for Mark and Olenna and drove to her parent’s house. As she drove, she pulled out her phone and called Amy.

Amy answered pretty quickly.

“What is it, Vicky?” her sister asked with exhausted sigh.

“Alan just disappeared after leaving Olenna and Mark with Dad,” she explained. “He said he was out recon’ing but he didn’t say why or for what.”

There was a moment of pause before she heard a snap order.

“Go find my idiot husband!”

As soon as the order went out, everyone on both sides of the call heard and saw plant jaguars appearing from rooftops, alleys, and parks as they dropped their camouflage and began to leisurely run out of the city.

Vicky’s jaw dropped as she stopped her car and looked around at what had to be hundreds of jaguars glowing dimly under the sunlight appearing all around her as far as she could see. She saw one particular jaguar that had walked out of an alley

“Amy…? When did you make so many of your kitties…?” she asked breathlessly in absolute shock.

“Not manually, that’s what,” she snorted. “Our idiot man should have asked for help.”

“... Definitely.”

“But first, we get to beat him up for being stupid, regardless of whatever he was trying to do.”

“I can get behind on that. Let me first get our babies settled in with Dad.”

“Sure.”