Elder Blood Witcher - 759 True meaning of "Jolly Cooperation"

At this question Reima immediately remembers the temple containing the rituals circles made from blood and captured creatures. That being, Gaunter O’Dimm reminded him of the person mentioned in Nalenthi’s journal, he’d gone back to check on the temple but it’d somehow completely disappeared, leaving only natural-looking scenery where it’d been.

Reima slowly nods, “I’ll not lie, there are things that could potentially put the city and it’s inhabitants at risk, but that is why we need to keep working together, do our best, and continue advancing technology, military, and magic. We are an incredibly strong and diverse country, probably the most out of all the places on this world, but there are still things we have to tackle before we are completely secure.”

Mettaton, “Do these threats come from other nations, or perhaps something else? Another organisation from a different world?” they question.

Reima sighs, “All I’ll say is this… If I and our friend Solaire can achieve godhood, it wouldn’t be a stretch for an unsavoury individual to do the same.” he looks directly into the camera, “For you, my citizens, if you wish to protect your home, friends, and family, consider joining with one of the various Military institutes that are currently open, the Chaos Covenant, Absolvers, Scoia’tael, Hogwarts, and the Church. ” he says.

Mettaton “Oooh, I never realised how many options there are, would you mind if I signed up?” he asks, tongue in cheek.

Reima smirks, “Go ahead, I’d recommend Hogwarts as it suits Monster constitutions better than the others do.”

Mettaton gives a giggle which creeps Reima out a little, but he doesn’t let it show on his face… “This will be my last question before we hand it off to our viewers. Do you have any big projects planned for the future?”

Reima shrugs, “It depends, can you be more specific?”

Mettaton nods, “Like the wall, the “Jolly Cooperation” statue, Grand Library, or Hogwarts.”

Reima “Ah, well, with the new Amphitheatre built I’d say next on the list would be… An Arena maybe?”

Mettaton “Ah, forgive me, I said it was the last but I have one last personal question… What do you think of my new body?”

…

Reima glares at the cyborgs body for a moment, “Er, it’s shiny, I guess… Is it plastic?” he asks, not sure what it’s made from.

Mettaton smiles, “It’s made from a material called “Carbon Fibre” and “Titanite”… Professor Alphys really has spoiled me!”

…

Reima “Titanite eh?” he asks, looking at the camera, “Me and Alphys will be needing to have a talk soon.” he says, Alphys who’s currently sitting up home falling backwards off of her chair.

Alphys “NoooOOOO! Mettaton why!”

*Brrr, Brrr, Brrr*

A table drops from the ceiling between Reima and Mettaton, a phone falling atop it after it lands, already ringing…

Mettaton looks at Reima, “Aren’t you going to answer it? Making someone wait is rude.” they say jokingly.

Reima shrugs and picks up the phone, pressing it to his ear to hear the person on the other end… “Err, H-hello… C-can you hear me…”

Reima “I can.” he says, noting that Mettaton had another phone hooked up to the same line held against his ear, giving a thumbs up to Reima…

“I-I-I’m a worker at a-a stall… I-I w-was wondering if you w-would consider r-raising the m-minimum wages?”

Reima “Er, I don’t think I would… Minimum wage jobs are more for part-time work than anything, and if you consider the fact that all your homes, electricity, gas and other services are built and paid for by me, I don’t think it needs to be raised… As of right now, you can live happily without even working, though you’d be limited on the hobbies you could take up.” he says.

“Ah, t-thank you for answering my question.” they say, putting the phone down…

Mettaton “Thank you for calling in!”

*Brrr, Brrr, Brrr*

Again, Reima picks up the phone and answer it, “Hallo?”

“YOU! WHY DID YOU TAKE THE MISTRESS AWAY FROM US! GIVE MISTRESS BACK!”

…

Reima “Eingyi?” he asks, recognising the voice.

“Ahheekk!” they scream and drop the call.

*Beep, Beep, Beep*

Mettaton “I wonder what that was about… Perhaps the rumours of you taking two wives have some substance?” they asks curiously.

Reima “Errr, I’d rather not let the world know of my private life. Rest assured I’ve been nothing but… Faithful.” he mutters.

Mettaton “Ah, so I’m guessing the rumours of your relationship with Solaire are false?”

…

Reima “The-what-now?” he quickly backtracks.

Mettaton “Yes, a portion of Ichor think that the phrase “Jolly Cooperation” has a deeper meaning to it, the statue with the same name seems to indicate this with you and Solaire holding hands-”

Reima “Shaking hands.” he says, correcting the robot.

Mettaton nods, “All I’m saying is, if “Jolly Cooperation” was doublespeak for your romantic relationship with Solaire I’d be all for it-”

Reima shakes his head, “That’s not happening, absolutely not… I’d also like to know the people spreading such rumours.” he asks, a grave expression on his face.

Again, Alphys shrinks into the blankets covering her, wishing her BL hobby hadn’t made her write those fanfics about Solaire and Reima.

*Brrr, Brrr, Brrr*

Reima sighs and picks up the phone yet again, “Yo?”

“Hello! I’m an activist supporting equal treatment for all monsters that goes by the name Ironia.”

Reima nods, “That’s great, but I don’t know what your goal is… Monsters are treated like all other races within Ichor?”

Ironia “No, that’s not what I mean… I mean the monsters you ritualistically and sadistically massacre each and every day!”

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Reima thinks for a moment before he realises what they mean and feels like throwing the phone at the wall… “You mean the monsters of this world that include Ghouls, Hags, Nekkers, and Basilisks?” he asks, as if they were stupid.

Ironia “I do!”

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