The Hololive Council (A Hololive Fanfic) *Completed*

Chapter 8

Mumei's POV

Arlo trusted me. He had given me the sole task of guarding his accommodations while he was searching for a position of employment. His house looked oddly sophisticated, a combination of both common and breathtaking. Even Friend, the paper bag who has journeyed alongside me for more than six-thousand years thinks similarly.

His words were still ingrained into my memory and burned brighter than any flame. This particular fire wasn't rekindled or dowsed. Never have I ever wanted to remember something and never forget it for as long as I lived.

"You can read up as much as you want while I'm out, Mumei." 

Education was for the nobles. Learners of the abyss resided in caves, fearing the sun and everything reality harnessed. That much I knew, when my foot touched soil and experienced all sorts of things in a multitude of eras. 

Arlo was indeed correct. The world has changed. Nobles no longer existed. The social divide between them and the ignoble have died down. Military strategies, social and political affairs reserved only to the wise and academically diligent. Slavery died and humans slowly became technical.

I still cannot fathom being able to have access to all kinds of books now. It would take thirty-one moons to have a specific book ferried to me back in the Middle Ages. Everyone had an opportunity to get anything now. 

"Alright first up! We have to make sure we do not waste electricity in Arlo's house! Don't use any devices with wires as much as possible!" Sana guided us to the living room, seeming to be in a pleased mood. She was brighter and more colorful here as opposed to our dimension.

It put a smile on my face.

"The only consumer here who doesn't think is Chaos," Kronii confessed, sitting elegantly with crossed legs on Arlo's kitchen chair. 

"Excuuuse me? Who is it that used the television earlier? You are at fault too!" Baelz argued, lightly smacking a fist on her leg as she sat opposite her. "And don't use my concept name! We're all on Earth now. We should address each other by our real names."

"I'm never wrong. That is your name regardless. Am I still wrong?"

"You're wrong but at the same time you're not. In this world, our concept names are treated like objects, places, and forms of expression," I spoke out to them. "You are a warden of time but people do not know that."

"Guys... Let's not fight~ Uuu..." Fauna looked to be suffering a headache watching the two bicker.

I don't remember much of my past but this sight I'm witnessing is my family. There were numerous things I've forgotten but I can never forget being summoned in their dimension. 

"What do you guys want to do for now? We can't go outside yet so..." 

"Hm..." I thought. Then an idea came into fruition. "If we are to live on Earth for a long time, let us do something more than just talking to humans." 

"Like?" Sana pushed me to answer.

"Dressing up like them. I believe I've read what humans call a 'magazine' yesterday. Apparently, fashionable clothes will boost your appeal and these notable messengers offer you an in-depth analysis of the garments you wear in terms of trend and uniqueness."