Brief Summary :

General Tolis and the dancer Tuyau got married and have lived together ever since.

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"We all have parents, don't we? a young general suddenly asked a little dancer.

- Well... We're all from somewhere, right? So I guess, yes, this one answered by interlacing their fingers, why this question Tolis?

- I... Tuyau... I..." Tolis said hesitantly.

He looked at her and then breathed a long sigh of spite.

"In fact, the goddess Clopelia came to visit me in a dream that night, the young man said, guiding his wife to their house, and..."

His sentence remained suspended while the so-called Tuyau watched him with a wary eye without understanding.

"You know that my pali, Polters, died during the revolt? the general said

- Yes?

- Well... There you go..." he said as he entered the house and pointed to a wooden cradle sitting in the middle of the old house.

The young dancer approached before freezing in stupor when she saw what was inside.

"Tuyau, my heart, this is Polters... Finally... his reincarnation rather, the goddess asked me to watch over it," explained Tolis by showing the plump and drooling baby with blond hair and green eyes.

Two years later

Tuyau straightened the young child who had become more plump over the months. With her fingertips, she helped him stand up, his pink jowls bounced when he raised his head, giggling with happiness.

"The bigger he grows, the cuter he is...", the dancer expected.

Tolis, meanwhile, had traded his armor (which he usually wore, even to sleep) for a simple, airy, and comfortable tunic. He would lay out the laundry in the garden, the sliding door was wide open as the wind rushed into the building, causing the sections of the Tuyau's dress to flip.

"Toliiiiiiiiiiis chouuu?

- Yes?

- Did you take a nap for the little ones? Or is the nanny doing it?

- They are all sleeping, the nanny is by their side, she knits I think".

He extended the third cloth language, the third of a long list, indeed, shortly after the adoption of Polters reincarnated that they had renamed to Agride, the dancer became pregnant. Although the news had made the couple happy, they were very disconcerted during the delivery, the midwife told them that they were in fact quintuplets. For the sake of the scenario, Tuyau did not need to perform a Cesarean section and had given birth safely. To help them with the daily work of caring for six children, they hired a nanny, Adidi's name was.

"Oh! Agride is going to say his first words!

- Really???, exclaimed Tolis by releasing a clothes clip and rushing to the side of his beloved, it is absolutely necessary that my brother be present to see him.

- Your brother takes a strange look from the other side every time he sees Agride. You're sure you'll never want to tell him it's about... um... Polters?, the dancer tried.

- UH no, it's better not, said the general.

- Agueugueu, said the baby too plump.

- Oh my little heart, go! Say your first words!!, marveled the young mania.

- Ma!, he stretched out his chubby hands to the young woman, his long curly hair falling back on his eyes.

- MOOOOOOH yes, it's me!!, said the delighted young woman, while taking the big baby in her arms and cuddling him.

- Well, he said his first word, smiled softly the general.

- Pa," Agride suddenly announced, turning to the Cynerian.

He stunned himself, not knowing what to say about the baby's reaction.

"Oh Tolis, you know as well as I do that Agride has nothing to do with Polters anymore. I'm sure he'll be an honest, good person when he grows up. All right?" the young dancer said.

The other man nodded to her words.

"Well, in this case, take him in your arms, you are his pali after all!", Tuyau gleefully affirmed by forcing the baby into his arms.

Tolis found himself cradling the child who was looking at him with large round eyes. He drooled on his finger and called him again:

"Pa"

The general answered nothing and simply laid a light kiss on the baby's forehead. He then let him take his nap on his torso (strongly muscled with beautiful abs just for her wife ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)). 

The years passed peacefully and quietly. 

Twenty years later

The street was full of all kinds of displays, toys, food, sculptures, jewelry, fabrics... The numerous merchants and craftsmen called customers at random, wishing to attract them to their stall in shimmering colors. The avenue, at this hour, was then crowded, the Cynerians rushing to go to a shop.

"Hey! It looks like this caught your eye, young man?, the seller asked when he saw a person dressed in rich clothes interested in a particular piece of jewelry.

- Indeed," whispered the other person in return.

His white dress, long bluish arabesques running along the sleeves and up his back, highlighting the blondness of his hair that tumbled down to his hips, meticulously braided into an elegant mat tied by a snowy white knot. His gestures were delicate and always calculated, observing with great attention the jade necklace in his hands.

"It is of good quality, said the foreigner while moving his gaze towards the merchant, having finished measuring the object, how much is the price?

- You have a very good eye, flattered the seller, if not really this expensive.

- Tell me the price," the other said.

After some hesitation, the price was announced and the Cynerian sighed, knowing full well that he could not afford such a luxury.

"I'm buying it," said a voice that came out of nowhere.

The blond turned his head, from the surprise appearing on his face to the sight of the unknown who approached. His black dress, long silver feathers snaking along the sleeves, entangling in the back, was in agreement with his long black hair, descending to the hollows of his kidneys, both loose and at the same time grouped in a bun crossed by a jade pin, but also valued his matte skin and black eyes. This one slipped to the other person's side in front of the confused gaze of the seller, content to faint slightly with a fan of the color of the obsidian, white lotus scattered on it.

"No need, Your Highness, the Cynerian replied, You do not need to offer me such frivolity.

- How could I not pamper my future husband?, teased the prince, one might think that I neglect him.

- Of course your Highness, mocked the blond.

- Having said that, the Cynerian picked up by throwing a bursary full of gold coins on the table and taking the sculpted necklace, then simply pushing the other person out of the stall, I take it anyway because it suits you well.

- Excuse me?, let go of the other man without turning.

- Doesn't he have the beautiful color of your eyes? ≈", the young man whispered in response from behind in the other's ear, while placing the collar around his neck.

Some redness spread on the blond's cheeks as his green eyes stared at the other with a false accusing look, the jewel of a sparkling green reinforcing the tint of his eyes.

"Otherwise, my dear, we should go, we are expected at our aunt's wedding!" the black-haired Cynerian abruptly replied, taking the other's hand, weaving their fingers and guiding him to a carriage, waiting for them off the street.

Once inside the carriage, the bigger one tried to get closer to the smaller blond, but this one pushed him away.

"Your Highness! Stop being so clingy. You looks like a mussel!, then the one with green eyes was falsely indignant.

- Oh!! Me? A mussel? How dare you??, bids the other by tickling the smaller one.

- No!! Stop hahaha!!", begged the Cynnerian, laughing at the petty teasing of his counterpart.

The fiacre stopped abruptly and the door opened to give way to a young woman with long black hair, black eyes and a matte complexion, a circumspect air on the face, content to shrug an eyebrow in front of the scene presented in front of her.

"Seriously? Do you know you're getting married in two days? Can't you at least have the decency to wait?, sarcastically dropped the other woman.

- My sister! What a funny idea you have! We tickled each other only! Would you have spent too much time with Master Fury?, kindly teased the brother.

- Your Highness! His Highness the Prince was only bothering me as usual, tried to explain the blond in vain.

- Oh yes? But don't let him do it Agride! Hit him, bite him!, encouraged the princess by sticking her tongue out at her brother.

- You dare!!", feigned the prince with a false dramatic air.

His sister then rushed toward them quickly, took the blond by the hand and pulled him out of the vehicle with her, ignoring the complaints of his eldest.

"Aunt Mariana is getting married today and you are late, well done!", the princess told her brother.

Agride dared not say a word, ashamed of his delay at such an important event.

"Don't worry, you're not really late, Ma and Pa have just arrived, and so your parents too," the young woman explained.

The Cynerian simply nodded, secretly delighted.

The two of them arrived in a huge decorated room, the long white banners wrapped around the pillars, the tables prepared for the banquet to come, the red silk scattered everywhere, the wedding altar presiding over the middle.

"What is her husband's name? asked a voice that the two knew all too well.

- Fazen I believe, of a family of nobles. I recommended him, he was a very good commander under my guidance," the other replied.

In the midst of all the people present, the princess took her friend to those who were discussing the future husband.

"Ma!", exclaimed the girl joyfully, letting go of the other's hand and hugging the arm of a third person to her right, like a two-year-old.

The Cynerian rolled his eyes at the other four people with him.

"Athéna, you are no longer a child, Soliès kindly scolded.

- Yeeeeees, in the eyes of Ma, always!, replied this one with a teasing air.

- Well hello your highnesses and you too, interrupted Agride also greeting Orias, located to the left of Soliès who sighed with spite.

- Hello Agride, how are you doing?, greeted tenderly the second prince, while smiling.

- Well, my apologies for the delay, apologized politely the Cynerian.

- You're not that late, Soliès pointed out, raising an eyebrow.

- It is because he would have been if I had not intervened, Alexis held him hostage, admitted Athena, a small smile of revenge in the corner.

- How??, raised Tolis' paternal voice, he has no interest in having touched one of his hair or I do not answer with my sword.

- Stop threatening your son-in-law, sighed Solène, located to the left of his brother, you have already almost impaled him a dozen times.

- Maybe I should continue, the general pointed out while thinking and crossing my arms.

- Pa..., begged the poor blond, aghast at the overprotective side of his pali.

- Don't worry Agride, rebuked Solène, Tolis behaved the same way when I married Alfen. He'll fold eventually. Especially with the pressure of your mania.

- And anyway, it's not as if this child doesn't know about it. He knew very well what he expected, we had warned him, explained suddenly Soliès.

- Yes finally, I don't want his head to end at the end of a pole, shivered Agride thinking about it.

- I do," Athéna said, with a sadistic smile on her face.

In response, the girl was hit on the head by her manio, rolling his eyes at her confession.

"Hello General ≈, warbled a known voice. 

 - You!, shouted the named while turning to the concerned, don't even think of anything strange with my son until you are married!

- Even think about it? You're tough, General! How did you manage to have seven children with Lady Tuyau? Did you all do them at once? That would explain everything!, the cynerian wondered with a teasing tone. 

- I-I!, stuttering Tolis, blushing with shame. 

- Alexis!", a voice suddenly spoke.

The man concerned turned his head before letting go of the groans, Soliès having grasped his son's ear and pulled him towards him, Athéna having let go of his arm to make fun of her brother.

"Stop sticking Agride, he won't run away, reprimanded the Cynerian.

- Yes, yes Ma, I know! But I am a mussel as Agride so aptly described me!, this one replied.

- Tssss!, sighed the poor manio while letting go of his son's ear, like pali, like son! You're slugs stuck to your leaves.

- A metaphor that describes me so well, noted Orias wisely when coming to seize his husband by the waist, but you like it when I stick to you no? ≈ Why else would we have had so many children? ≈

- Um, um, coughed falsely Solène, grabbing his brother's arm to divert him from the object of his anger, I believe that the marriage will soon begin. Go away, all the children."

Alexis simply snickered before taking Agride by the hand and taking him to their designated seats. From there, they could see Solène standing next to Alfen, the general standing right behind with his dancer. On the other hand, their aunt Méaline  was constantly speaking with their other aunt, Aléis.

"Hey! Aline!, called Agride gently when he saw his cousin, also blond-haired but red-eyed, his brother Oln sitting next to him, his hair silver like his pali, but his eyes green.

- Oh Agride!, replied the concerned when he saw that they were side by side, how are you? What about your brothers and sisters?

- I'm fine. My siblings stayed home, all five of them unbearable put together. There is only ma to discipline them, even pa gets overtaken, the young man said.

- Haha, I can see the scene, sneered at the other blond, and you Alexis?

- Hmm, it's okay, confessed the concerned.

- And your brothers and sisters?, Oln kindly mocked.

- Don't tell me about it..., mumbled Alexis while pout, sometimes I wonder when my parents will stop...

- How? Not happy to be the eldest of ten children so far? I think there's a twelfth one that's gonna be another one soon, the silver-haired one teased.

- Oln!, sermonized Aline, come on! Just because we're only three siblings in our family doesn't mean you have to make fun of others.

- Don't worry, Aline, it's because he's jealous. He also wants ten brothers and sisters!, the eldest one bid.

- Please don't argue," begged Agride.

Alexis and Oln were content to stick their tongues out.

The wedding took place in great festivities.

Soliès sighed, as the carriage took them away to take them home at night.

"Our children have already grown so much, he said.

- Hmm, it's true, affirmed his husband by hugging him and coming to plant a kiss on the top of his skull.

- Perhaps we should think about stopping Orias, I am getting tired, blown an amused air the Cynerian.

- You decide Soliès, you carry our children and give birth to them. You don't have to respond to my selfish wishes, my heart, confessed the second prince.

- Hmm, okay... Your parents seemed delighted that said.

- They are happy to have so many grandchildren. My pali has said that he will be leaving soon. I don't know if it's Zal or me who's gonna take over. Unless maybe it's Aléis. She'd be the best. My brother and I think only of our husbands, smiled tenderly Orias, and... by the way... how are you?

- Yes... thank you for caring... but... it will be okay," said the Cynerian, calming a little more against the chest of his husband and letting himself fall asleep.

The rest of the journey took place in a comfortable silence, punctuated only by the noise of the wheels on the ground.

A "boom" rang out at the door, startling both people. The script may have decided to hit hard.

The vehicle stopped under the driver's expletives before calming down. The door slid to display a well-known young man.

"My apologies for the inconvenience!, said the blond guy without really apologizing.

- Fury..., mumbled Soliès recognizing his figure.

- What a smashing entrance Master Fury, Orias remarked.

- I know ≈. But I am only here to give you a letter, my dear Soliès!, the god replied with malice while handing the Cynerian an envelope.

- It is from..., started the one with long black hair, hope in his eyes.

- Yes," the man nodded.

And on these words, he left the two lovers together, allowing them a certain intimacy as to the reading of this letter.

Then he threw himself through the window of the moving carriage, landing on the grass. Fury thus lay on his back and began to observe the starry sky.

"Is the end of this story really so happy?" he whispered almost to himself.

He shook his head negatively. He got up and started walking along the road, waving goodbye.

"It's time to say goodbye. Everyone will live their lives as they wish. I mean, I hope... This is where the story ends forever."

His figure disappeared at the bend of the path, leaving behind only memories, echoes of the past and a new future for those who would like to take it. 

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Bonus explanations: 

I had to explain a few more important things in this book.

1) Demons

Demons are not evil by nature and only want to live in peace. In RAS, why are demons attacking Cynerians? Because they have attacked them in the past and won. The reason: starvation. The Cynerian's lands dried up and a terrible famine took hold of the empire. The only solution found was to steal the lands of the demons, then fertile and abundant. Which explains in RAS why the demons had to go and live in a kind of parallel world. However, they still want the land that was theirs back. Nevertheless, in RCB, it is not the appearance of Soliès that will change the game but that of Fury. "Soliès! I didn't know you knew Lord Fury. Thanks to him, many crops have been saved and many wars avoided, His Majesty the Emperor has it in his good graces," Mariana says in Chapter 2. Indeed, Fury made the land fertile again, avoiding famine and war between the empire of Cyneria and that of the demons.

2) The Kingdom of Dania

This small kingdom, from which Sadé originated, will gradually be absorbed by the Cynerian empire, like all the small kingdoms that border this great empire. It is not really important in itself, just present to add a little history.

3) Link between RAS and RCB

RAS (in french) (Reincarnation of a Schizophrenic Author) and RCB (in french) (Reincarnated to save a Broken Heart) are inextricably linked. Indeed, RCB is in itself the past of a parallel RAS. It's quite complicated to understand but let's say that RCB reflects a parallel past of modern Cyneria (but not that of RAS since demons are no longer present in the world of Cyneria in particular). And no I won't make a RAS bis, I already have enough to do with the first XD. Another link is simply due to the fact that RAS's Soliès is exactly the same as RCB's (as is the case for other characters).

4) The presence of sensitive subjects

In extra 3 part 3, there is the presence of sensitive subjects (mention of suic*de and self-mutilation). I do not know if it is clear but I made the subject implicit by describing the marks around the Auteur's neck (suicide attempts) because of the strings that must have left traces, but also scars on his wrists (self-mutilation). I want to make it clear that I have no knowledge of this subject, I am not a psychologist and I have never experienced this type of thing. However, I wanted to show the horror and distress in which these people live. The only help we can give is to try to listen to them. That's what Fury does. Fortunately, Auteur is inclined to talk, which explains why she is starting to get better (but it has been two years since she had sunk into it). I sincerely hope that those who are victims of these problems will have someone to help them.

5) The presence of Fury

Fury appears in RAS for the first time after the Arc Solène. Here, he appears from the beginning. Why? Because he gets bored at the base, even if he ends up attaching himself to certain characters.

6) Auteur and She

Auteur originally used the pronoun "she" only to impersonate the real author of the book in RAS. In RCB, this pattern is preserved only because Soliès continues to use this pronoun. In reality, Auteur is technically a man in this life. (Systems don't really have sex at the bottom, they choose one.)

Ah well, explanation for english : Auteur in french means "Author" in english. So well, that's why it works in this language but i can't translate her name. 

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