Most everyone knew about Savants and Lunacy Savantae. Anyone could tell you that it was a rare condition which allowed those under it to understand divine engineering. Savants could build amazing machines, structures, and contraptions using the 'madness of creation' as a guide. It also granted superhuman strength, focus, and stamina while active, and opened up your ability to enchant items almost like an artificer. Since you were already decent at building stuff, it made sense that your Lunacy Savantae increased your talents to an exponential level. Everything created while under Lunacy Savantae's influence was usually difficult to put into words, even though you understood how it worked in your mind. For example, your clockwork soldiers, which you called clankers, were impossible to build with standard engineering. Then there was your pride and joy, the BoatMech, which was a massive mech that was your Bonded Vessel. It was also impossible to explain to non-Savants, although if one was smart enough it was possible to learn how to pilot it. And that didn't even touch the smaller household robots and countless magical artifacts that defied conventional logic. Even Herta's sewing robots proved hard to explain to the average person, despite not being too different from actual sewing machines.

Savant or not, you didn't stop your tireless working. You'd make sure your home would be safe for the children you were gonna have.

Thanks to your and your wives' efforts, your estate finally had a semblance of security. No longer did you have to worry about goblins, bandits, undead, or the golems that patrolled the dungeon beneath your manor. Even the high level Monster Rooms that gathered around the mountainous periphery of your territory were quashed.

Not having anything urgent to worry about was a rare blessing. There wasn't much going on other than preparing to rescue your catgirl's dad, planning your wedding to an elvish princess (that also happened to be a Saintess), and getting rich using your modern day knowledge. So yeah, your secretary could clear your schedule for the time being. You were gonna take it easy.

But these moments of peaceful laziness had an expiration date. You were currently scheming against the ugly bastard that forced your feline father in-law to work hard labor in the mines.

Also no less relevant was your marriage to that elvish princess. While she was already your slave-wife, you needed her father's blessing. You'd hold your wedding with her once she finished her studies. A private ceremony, that the Goddess of Creation Herself would preside over, was being planned by you and your wives.

The time for action was soon approaching, since next week you were gonna meet with your elf wife again in the Centrian City hopefully to clear everything up and bring her to your estate.