Through methods I would rather not mention... Ever... We managed to tie up the mercenaries. Since no one wanted to carry them, we had some of the remaining Golems in the area do so. Good thing they can't complain, because all that goo would be hell for them to get off later...

It took us about two or three hours to get back to the palace. And it seemed that the rest of the hive had turned in for the day. It was actually kinda late into night at this point and somewhat chilly, so it makes sense. Even the group I was with were starting to move a bit faster, not wanting to be caught in the cold.

Once we were inside, I decided it was time to examine their weapons and armour. "Alright, strip them of their equipment and put all of it in my office. I need to get a feel for how far technology has advanced since my absence, at least weaponry-wise."

"Yes, Sir." Thank you, Dominic. At least you always followed my orders without hesitation. While he was busy gathering their equipment, I headed back to my office to think on this.

While in my office, I replayed the entire scene in my head. The way they were taking down my Golems... These were no ordinary mercs. If given the chance, I wished to speak to their Organization. This "Tempora Legion". I figured they would at least give me a chance to explain why I have one of their teams imprisoned.

And when I thought about it some more, I realized something. Their weapons, while looking like muskets and flintlock from my old world, had certain characteristic that did not match up in the slightest. I would need to check them myself to make sure though.

But until Dominic came back with their equipment, I couldn't do much but think some more. And just like the past few days, my thoughts went to my first few weeks in this world.

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1503 Years ago
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Where was I last time? Oh right. After the Golem Kit landed behind me, I went to rummage in it. It was mine anyway, so why not?

When I opened it, the first thing I noted were the tools. They were obviously used before, I could tell by how worn they were. In fact, the whole box looked old. Scratches, burns in areas, rusty latches. If the tools didn't tell me, this definitely screamed "Hand-me-down".

Looking around some more, I found something that shocked me. "Is that my fucking phone and laptop?!" Indeed it was. But they were different, slightly bulkier. After pulling them out, I realized why. Someone had strapped solar panels to them. After checking to see if they still worked, which they did thankfully, I set them back. Those could wait for later.

More rummaging later and I found a note from, surprise surprise, "Mr.M". Guess he wanted me to read it, so with nothing else to do, I did just that.

Greetings friend!

Good news and bad news. Bad news first. I accidentally sent you to the wrong place. You were meant to be in the Everfree, but my cat jumped onto my keyboard and changed where you started. Ha, just kidding. It was my pet raccoon. Anyway, This means that you don't get an easy start. You were supposed to meet Princess Luna and tell her you were "Lord Blackburn" , a royal from a far away blah blah blah, you get it.

She was supposed to help you get accustomed to "ruling again", but that is not gonna happen now. So yeah, now you have to start from nothing.

Good news! Someone is coming to see you! Bad news! You'll need to defend yourself. Good news! You have a weapon! It's that steel stick you seem to fancy using. Oh man, Remember that time you almost killed that robber with it? Wait, getting off track. Anyway, It's at the bottom to the left. Also included a shield for you. Kite shield. Same place. Hopefully you know how to use it.

Now, if you want some help, I also included some pre-made Soldier Golems. All you need to do is screw them together. There should be four of them. Be warned, they aren't the brightest.

'Til next time, Friend!

PS: Might want to put that mask on, don't want to scare the locals.

"Scare the locals, What could be so scary abou-" I then remembered who he called me. 'Lord Blackburn'. I slapped my hand to my face to feel it, and it was as I feared. Scars and burns everywhere.

"You son of a bitch." I guess you could say... I was really feeling the burn. Okay, I'll end the chapter now.

Author's Note

I'm sorry. The ending kinda just... happened.

And sorry it's a short one, didn't want another 3 month wait for you.