Very Wrong Reincarnation: Isekai with Game Nation

Ending of the non-canon fic. I should put it as interlude for the vol. 3, and prologue would be posted in second week of January.

Happy New Year Everyone!

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“Finally home,” I muttered as Rothaylor Port came into view. 

It had been three weeks since the chaos at Catralpas. Entertaining nonsense, but I had no interest in getting involved further. 

“Flowers for your wife?” asked a blonde beauty at my side. It was Lisa. I glanced at the bouquet in my hand, one I’d picked up in Milishial—my wife’s favorite. 

“Jealous?” I teased, trying to lighten the mood. 

“Why would I be jealous?” she replied, pouting. “Seriously?” Her tone had a trace of sadness. 

“I could marry you instead,” I said with mock seriousness. “Should I kneel or bow to your father to win his approval?” 

“You’re playing with fire,” she said, brushing off my remark. “Your people wouldn’t like it.” 

I sighed, turning my gaze toward the port in the distance. “She’s there, after all,” I murmured. “I have to visit her. Will you tag along?” 

Lisa thought for a moment. “Enjoy your time with your wife,” she said softly. “Make sure to spend time with your son, too.” 

“I’ve been neglecting him—or maybe he’s avoiding me,” I admitted. “It’s that day, after all.” 

The ship finally docked as the tugboats pulled away and the ramparts were set in place. 

“Shall we go? Enjoy your stay before heading back to Sanctium.” 

“I will,” she replied with a smile. “I’ll probably relax with the kids and Cecily. Come find us after you’ve spent time with your wife.” With that, she excused herself from the bridge. 

Left alone with Leo, my aide, I nodded as he spoke. “Shall we, Mr. President? The car is ready.” 

“Alright.” 

We disembarked and reached the port. There, standing by the limousine, was a red-haired woman with a mature, motherly presence, accompanied by a child whose black-and-crimson hair was a mirror of her own. A smile crept onto my face as I finally saw them after almost three months. 

“Mila, Natalie,” I said warmly. 

Mila, the former empress of Valur and my ex-fiancée, stood beside our daughter, Natalie. 

“How was your ‘peaceful’ approach at the conference?” she asked casually. 

“Not remotely peaceful.” 

“Let me guess—you started a war,” she said nonchalantly. 

“As usual,” I replied with a smirk. She shrugged, treating it like an everyday occurrence. 

“Why aren’t you flirting off those princesses?” she teased, mischievously. “Or have you already? Should we expect additions to the family in nine months?” 

“Stop saying nonsense in front of our nine-year-old daughter!” I protested.

“Uh oh,” Mila groaned as she picked up our daughter and handed her to me. Natalie immediately wrapped her arms around me in silence, too tired to do anything else as we walked toward the limousine. “She didn’t rest while waiting for you. She’s sleepy.”