Villain Retirement

"Why do you even like this show too much!? Can you just help me formulate a plan instead of just watching that shit?"

"You voice one of the main characters on this show, Miss Hera - does that mean you work on feces?"

"You-"

If Hera did not have the ability she has, she would have probably already lost several strands of hair just from dealing with Riley and even slamming her head on the table. She had many people in her life, but this was the first time she was truly feeling this way about someone. Just how did the other Hera survive Riley? She and the others may be able to adapt to all any and situation, but dealing with people was not part of that. After all, she still needed a semblance of humanity. If she was to get used to always dealing with people, then...

...that would make her the same as Riley, who just treats everyone the same no matter who or what they are.

"Are you seriously just going to sit there!?" Hera, who had been up all night staring at her laptop and trying to figure out how they would actually proceed with bringing people to the real reality, "Why don't you help me!?"

"I could say the same to you, Miss Hera," Riley then finally turned off the TV as he glanced at Hera, "I do not really see how you could find a solution on the internet about something that only you could do."

"You'd be surprised what you can find on the internet, kid," Hera just let out a small scoff as she turned her focus back to her laptop while Riley approached her table, "Look at this, there's this site where people theorize and share their wild fantasies."

"Hm...?" Riley pulled a chair beside her as he stared at the screen, "I believe I have seen that website somewhere, Miss Hera. Sister has wasted a lot of time there."

"What do you mean waste?" Hera clicked her tongue while shaking her head, "Look, I already posted our dilemma here. Although most of the replies are nonsense, there are some good ones too."

"Oh...?" Riley then reviewed what Hera wrote, "You put our situation in great detail, Miss Hera."

"Of course, I happen to also dabble in screenplay and scripts," Hera said confidently. But as soon as she noticed that Riley's face was eerily close to hers, she just immediately cleared her throat so that Riley would notice... but of course, he did not. She wanted to say something about it, but knew it would just be useless, "That-Take a look at this comment."

"Hm?" Riley focused on the comment Hera pointed, "Interesting. They are saying that you should try and hold the hand of the person you want to bring with you."

"...We could have thought about this on our own, Miss Hera," Riley glanced at Hera, causing her to be flustered as his face was now only inches away from touching hers, "But I suppose we should start testing it now. This reality is in the past and the episodes of the Italian Mafia Reborn are not updated."

"...That's your main concern?" Hera could really only close her laptop and stand up as she stared at Riley, "Why do you even like Italian Mafia Reborn so much? It's not really as good as you make it out to be. Sure, at the start it was quite nice, but it's just dragging on at this point."

"That is why I like it so much, Miss Hera. It is similar to my story," Riley also stood up as he looked Hera in the eyes, "My story should have ended the moment my biological mother killed me, but it turns out that I am immortal. And when Sister killed me and completely erased me without any trace remaining, it turned out it did nothing and I am still completely alive — with only my memory somewhat affected."

"You really have a very colorful life, huh?" Hera rolled her eyes as she started heading to her room to get changed, "But your memory was affected? What do you mean by that? But like, you got-what are you doing?"

"I am following you, Miss Hera."

"I know," Hera squinted her eyes, "But why are you following me inside my room?"

"We are not supposed to split up."

"Can you please just wait in the living room? Go watch some cartoons or something." "But you said I should not-"

"Just wait for me." And before Riley could finish his words, Hera just shut the door on him, "I'll set up a meeting with the writer of Italian Mafia Reborn, is that alright with you!?"

"That would be ideal, Miss Hera," Riley just remained standing in front of Hera's bedroom as she screamed, "But I heard she is always sick, do you think she will survive?"

"I don't see why not!"

"Okay, it is important she survives," Riley nodded as he talked to the door, "And please, if this is successful, then can you be the one to explain to her what is going on?"

"I think that's gonna have to wait, she's probably going to panic. But knowing her, she'd probably immediately move on and start writing some shit she's just going to abandon and forget. Alright, done."

And after just one minute, Hera stepped out of the room with an entirely new outfit. This time, she was wearing a black leather jacket and kevlar pants.

"...Were you waiting the entire time in front of my room?" Hera raised an eyebrow as she walked past Riley.

"Yes."

"Ugh... you're so weird. Come with me," Hera then gestured to Riley to follow her as she headed to the corner-most door of her mansion, and as the two of them entered, what awaited Riley was a collection of cars and motorcycles that almost rivaled that of his father's - but of course, Bernard's collection was still better as he created all of those on his own. Hera then pressed something on a terminal near her garage's entrance, and as she did so, a display storage emerged from the floor which had several helmets in it.

"Right..." Hera picked up a violet helmet before just letting out a sigh as she looked at Riley, "...I don't think I have gear that would fit you. She likes motorcycles, so it would be better to see her riding one. Let's just buy you some gear on the way and-"

"There is no need, Miss Hera," Riley then raised his palm while shaking his head, "I do, in fact, have my own motorcycle gear."

"We're not going to return to your house, it would be faster to-" And before Hera could finish her words, Riley then grabbed something from one of his trusty pockets, which just suddenly grew into a helmet that was very familiar to her. A black goo then suddenly started wrapping around Riley's body, serving as his... motorcycle suit.

All of it, in black.

"No, no!" Hera quickly felt shivers crawling down her spine as Riley practically dressed as

Darkday so casually in front of her, "That won't do...

...that won't do at all!"

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