A Year in a Breath
Beyond Reality — The Portable Dimension
The world shifted.
Space folded like silk.
And suddenly—
They were no longer in Britain.
Susan's breath caught.
Tonks' mouth fell open.
Daphne froze mid-step.
Cassandra's eyes widened.
Astoria clutched Daphne's sleeve.
Amelia forgot how to speak.
Before them stretched an endless sky, floating islands rich with mana, forests glowing with life, rivers of condensed magic flowing like silver veins through the land.
"…This is…" Susan whispered.
Keith smiled faintly.
"My portable dimension."
Everyone turned to him.
"This," he continued calmly, "is where Runcandel Store's main herb supply is cultivated."
Silence.
Narcissa inhaled sharply.
Bellatrix laughed softly in disbelief.
Nagini's eyes gleamed with understanding.
Serafina stared at the land like a merchant seeing paradise.
"So that's why…" Amelia muttered.
"…The monopoly," Daphne finished.
Keith nodded.
The Beasts of the Realm
Then Keith raised his hand.
"Come."
The air trembled.
Light split the horizon.
Ho-Oh descended in radiant flame, wings spanning the sky.
Darkrai emerged from shadow itself.
Alolan Vulpix bounded gracefully across the grass.
Ceruledge and Armarouge stepped forward like living legends.
Mewtwo hovered silently, eyes glowing with intelligence beyond worlds.
And then—
Reality warped.
Giratina appeared.
The ground bowed.
Susan nearly fainted.
"…Those are—" Tonks swallowed.
"—God-tier beings," Amelia finished weakly.
Keith nodded casually.
"They're family."
That did not help.
Time Itself, Rewritten
Keith turned back to them.
"I modified the time flow," he said evenly.
"Outside—twelve hours pass."
He paused.
"Inside—one year."
Shock rippled through the group.
"For the next year here," Keith continued, "I, along with Luna, Grayfia, Rias, Scathach, Gamma, and Albedo, will train you."
No one argued.
They simply nodded.
Because refusing would have been insane.
One Year of Growth
The year inside the dimension passed like a dream.
Training at dawn.
Combat at noon.
Magic refinement by twilight.
Keith corrected stances.
Scathach sharpened instincts.
Grayfia refined control.
Gamma enforced discipline.
Albedo pushed endurance.
Rias nurtured power safely.
And at night—
Keith cooked.
Not food.
Miracles.
Meals infused with life essence, soul warmth, and pure affection.
Susan giggled through every dinner.
Tonks called it "illegal happiness."
Daphne and Cassandra quietly treasured every moment.
Astoria slept peacefully—pain forever gone.
Amelia relaxed for the first time in years.
Narcissa softened.
Bellatrix laughed freely.
Nagini glowed.
Serafina felt… home.
Their bonds deepened.
Their bloodlines stabilized.
Their magic soared.
The Return — Twelve Hours Later
When they stepped back into the real world—
Only twelve hours had passed.
But they were no longer the same.
Stronger.
Sharper.
Complete.
Keith turned to Amelia.
"I want Dora as head of your Aurora team."
Amelia smiled instantly.
"I was thinking the same."
Tonks beamed.
Gifts of Time
Before they left, Keith handed out small velvet boxes.
"To you," he said, giving two vials each to Cassandra, Tonks, Daphne, and Astoria.
"One drop de-ages ten years," he said calmly.
"Give them to your parents."
He met their eyes.
"Use them wisely."
They nodded—serious, grateful, respectful.
Departure
One by one, they left the mansion.
Changed.
Protected.
Loved.
Keith watched them go, then turned back to his wives.
Luna leaned against him dreamily.
Rias smiled with quiet pride.
Grayfia nodded approval.
Scathach smirked.
Gamma recorded progress.
Albedo stretched lazily.
Keith exhaled.
"…That went well."
Bellatrix laughed.
"You turned a year into twelve hours."
Nagini smiled softly.
"That's you."
And somewhere, deep within the world—
Fate adjusted its course.
Again.