This book is all about the reader being in various relationships with the operators of Arknights. Either it being an operator x operator or doctor x operator (there's also lewdness in the mix with the wholesomeness).
Let your imagination run wild, a...
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"Voices ring in my head telling me of my destiny. I see a vision of beautiful children deemed as the chosen angels that will bring prosperity to our land and our family. And their father is a god amongst men, which is undoubtedly you, Tempest-sama~ Come, and let us become one~"
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It was just any other day in Rhodes Island, a regular day for Tempest as he goes on with his work as an operator. Despite his usual busy schedule, he had been taking it easy lately thanks to Dr. Fumi's persuasions and insisting nature.
His group has been stable for a while now so his meddling and assistance weren't needed that much. It was mostly thanks to his assistant's help, which was Firewatch doing all the paper works and protecting.
As of now, he is currently resting in his quarters dealing with a few operator files in hand. Scanning each one of them to see which of them was worthy to be placed under his care and his trainee squad.
"So far, the only ones who are of interest to me are Eyjafjalla, Weedy, Ceobe, Nightingale, and Istina." Tempest said to himself while holding their files.
With a sigh of relief on having his trainees already picked out, he plops their files on his Cambrian desk and lies back down on his bed. Stretching his body and yawning for a bit, the doziness takes him as his comfortable bed entrances the man to a slumber.
"Finally..." He closes his eyes to sink into the land of dreams. Until...
*knock* *knock* *knock*
The irritation crept in, his eyes shoot open in the annoyance of having been interrupted in his time of sleep. He wanted to punch whoever disturbed his peacetime, but he has a reputation as a gentleman to uphold, so he gets up and shakes away the drowsiness.
Ambling towards his door, he puts on a semi smile as the sliding locks whizzed open to reveal his visitor.
"Good evening Tempest." At the frame of his door was none other than Silverash himself.
"Hey there Silverash, do you need something from me?" Tempest greets back.
"Yes, I have come to remind you of your visit to Kjerag tomorrow. Do you need any assistance regarding the treaty consignment?"
"Oh it's fine, I have the appropriate documents at the ready for that and the cooperation. You have met my terms, and now the time has come for me to meet yours." He puffed out. "One question though."
"What is it?"
"What is the specific thing I need to do for your approval of the treaty?" He asks him.
"Oh, it's nothing too hard. And I believe that you might have fun doing it since it's a need for the blood- I mean the terms." Silverash replied with a smile, which was unnatural for him.
