Being the first to wake up of the party, the woman with her long shiny black hair and straight bangs turns to her corners. Seeing Elizabeth next to her, who was quietly resting and next to the bed, on the ground inside a large futon was Jackson and Minuit. Both of them hugged one another as the man drooled from his mouth and he uttered some mumbles in his sleep.

They were all visibly smiling as they slept comfortably, looking as if they planned to sleep the entire day as the cloudless sky outside was already blue as the morning dew approached them. Covering the airbase with a light rain, and the leaves gaining a much needed reprieve from the few days of endless and sunless warfare that occurred in the area.

“Tsk.” She then changes into her Dragon form. Crawling down the steel frame of the bed where she then turns back into her human form. Quietly observing the Vampires and her Master, they were so deep in their rest that she just turned away to the wardrobe and checked what she could wear.

Seeing her usual gown, the Dragon removes her retro school uniform and changes back to the most common ensemble she’s known for. At the mirror, her funeral gown’s dark hue was seemingly different, as if it was less darker than usual. She just shrugs it off and walks outside.

Even though the Sun was still hiding in the horizon, skeleton soldiers were hard at work cleaning up the city with the Dwarven guild that was called in. Running around the clock nonstop as cargo planes carrying all manners of equipment and vehicles took off. Those unable to be used are being broken down on the very corner of the Base. Far outside her field of view as the tall buildings for the Officers and Main Staff covered the rest of that section of the base.

Walking around, almost no one was awake and the street was as quiet as could be. Leaves were littering the place as some get blown by the wind and into the outer perimeter of the base.

Through the corner of her eye, she notices someone wearing a glistening white outfit with golden braids on its front that’s attached to the buttons of whatever jacket the person was wearing.

With a quick turn, she follows it through an alleyway in between the buildings which leads to a fountain. The statue on it depicts the B-52H that the Airbase once housed in full thrust as it took off and in the very south of the small park was a pavilion with multiple mirrors.

Inside it was a lanky young man who couldn’t be past his twenties. Wielding a holy sword with golden blonde hair and blue eyes that seem to shine even without the presence of light, he busily fixed his bangs, continually observing his bubbly cheeks and even the smallest wrinkles on his uniform he’d fix and clean.

The man then stops and notices the slim and slender figure of Bahamut. Already right behind him like a ghost.

“I didn’t know the Hero of Man is so much into himself.”

“Ahahahaha, It seems that I’ve been caught. Of course only you could do that, Bahamut without me even detecting you from far away.”

“Mhm. What are you looking out for anyways? Even if you were to wear a sack, you’d still look like one of the most handsome men around.”

“Oh my, you are making me blush. I get it and this is you giving a compliment in your own way?”

“I do not know. Master also says that to me from time to time, but I am merely saying what I am seeing and observing. We Dragons don’t have a way with words in terms of Human language. The truth will make you stronger, anything else is a bonus.”

“I see. I can never find anything about you that could bore me. One moment you seem like the most beautiful woman to ever grace the soil of the continents with a personality that would mend with anyone and then a mere second after that, you seem like a creature truly above us all.”

“Well, I am a Dragon God after all. If you were to find something boring on a creature like me, then that says more about you than me.”

“It seems that you woke up in a slightly bad manner. Did you dream or see something that annoyed you, perhaps?”

“No. Maybe, but who cares. I am more interested in learning about why you were doing that.”

“Miss Death often calls me a narcissist but I do find that modern word being used to describe me a bit too extreme. The Humans from Earth have developed so far that they have a word for almost everything and anything. I one day hope we could also take the time to name everything.”

“Ehhhh… I can see why the muscle head woman would say that. But I think you just want to look your best, all the time. Ever since I took the form of a Human woman, I also understood what it means to be fashionable to a degree. I find nothing wrong in what you are doing, even I must admit that your looks far surpasses any Human Males I’ve encountered so far.”

He just smiles and turns around. Returning to fixing his hair while doing some poses with a straight back. Looking as dignified as possible. His white aristocratic uniform came with a cape, the golden laces on the sleeve and the bottom of the pants and the braids on the front of his chest showed off the extravagance and luxury that the Kingdom of James holds.

It only made him look even more better than ever. Boosting his good looks alongside such an expensive royal outfit.

“If that’s what you think, then I shall take it as my answer. A compliment from a woman like you is a gesture I will gladly take without notice.”

“Heh. I am getting better at this whole “understanding the Human mind” thing. You better do good with my compliments, I do not give them out so willy nilly as my Master says.”

“Isn’t that cute. An everlastingly beautiful creature that will live on for all of eternity trying to look out for mortals that’s probably a speck in a gust of wind passing by one's sights. I wonder, will you attend my funeral?”

“Your funeral?”

“I’d at least would like to have such an enthralling woman like you to be beside my coffin when it's finally laid to rest. Only someone as beautiful as you is worthy in my eyes to be right next to me when I am finally put down and covered. Would you do that for me, Goddess?”

“Maybe that muscle headed woman is a bit right after all… and to ask me of something so selfish and self centered. Do you think being chosen by the Human God of this realm gives you this much right to even order someone like me around?”

“Then, I have known much from Miss Death about how Dragons from Tur works. What would you like to have in return?”

“Hmmmm…”

Bahamut then steps inside the pavilion. Carefully touching the aged wooden frame of it, with visible water damage, the obvious attempt of the base personnel to cover it with white paint became all too evident as she got nearer.

“If it's my soul, I am more than willing to do it.”

“No. I want souls to come to me naturally. What is the point of sacrificing a soul that did not die in a great battle or with a satisfied essence? I am merely putting angry ghosts into my encore of followers. Instead, be sure to live long enough till you die of old age.”

“My… that’s quite a tall order from what I am about to embark on. The forces of Hell has already given the Outworlders and their magnificent Godlike technology a run for its coins. What more could a mere Human gifted by some Gods do?”

“Take it as a challenge. H’neng abu’s tra’tu as they say in my region. Oh, and if you keep that handsome look of yours after all this. I’ll be sure to be part of the crowd that welcomes the Heroes return to the capital. You will find me within the midst of the sea of faces, happily celebrating the triumphant return of their Heroes.”

Sigured, wearing his emotions by his shoulders makes a big wide smile. Innocent and gentle, he turned around and elegantly bowed.

“Of course Goddess. As you wish.”

“I sometimes wish I could use the magic of immortality on you people. But I know Human souls aren’t built to live for more than a century. Be sure to live a full life after all this. I will be busy making sure Master lives his full life in safety and back in his world within the reach of his family members.”

“I am sure General Jackson appreciates your company. If only I could be as lucky as him and win over the heart of such a perfect creature like you. The Dragon Kingdom also offered me the daughters of their Great Dragons and Elders. But I know they all want my blood to supply them with a divinity only held by their King and Queen.”

“As if I ever thought my heart would be swayed by a mere man’s tight hug. I guess this is just Nature working to tell me a lesson about life. Life that I’ve wasted fighting and growing strong. Master’s hug is the first one I ever received, and in return, he’s the first one I licked so thoroughly and marked as mine.”

“Do you remember your parents? Are they still alive?”

“No. I’ve long outlived them. Dragons who do not reach the state of Godhood often die after a few hundred years. Maybe those who have a strong soul can go for a thousand. But many don’t live as long as I have. If not other Dragons, those looking to kill us for the prestige in their cultures would’ve done it instead.”

“Then let me tell you this. Would you remember the General? Perhaps the Vampires too?”

“That is a question even I cannot fully answer. In my heart, I hope not. But in my soul. I know this is merely a fleeting moment.” Bahamut swiftly turns around, looking at the fountain with the bomber statue. “As you said, this is a mere gust in the wind. The fact that this adventure hadn’t even lasted for ten years, I already feel like I am bound to forget it soon after.” she walks to the small garden and to the Bomber statue, the Sun rising and peeking just through the roof.

Even though she wore such a dark gown and the veil hid her pale face, the foreign star was at its full shine on the cloudless morning and Sigured could clearly see her expression. Her supple and red lips cusp into a frown and her long thin eyebrows pointed inwards as her golden eyes shed a single tear. “I do not want this adventure to end… But Master has taught me this important lesson about time. If it never ends, it will never hold any value.”

The Grand Prince exits the pavilion and walks to her. He parts her joined hands and holds it tightly.

“Ten years… yeah, that would be ideal. But these Outworlders, they live life faster than the Humans on Threa. But I am sure you can at least be with his soul, correct?”

“Even Human souls extinguish after some time in the other world. I never told Master that, but all those who never held the right to live for eternity must one day come to an end and become something new.”

“Then why not write about it? Inscribe it somewhere or on something, You have access to Magic the Scholars of the University of Saint James could only dream about.” Sigured then lifts her hands and softly glides his thumbs over her pale palm. “The best part about being a Human is the ending, when it all dies down and silence comes over. You just feel the success, the hardship you went through is all worth it. I hope to one day see the end of this, I have you waiting for me in the other side.”

Bahamut smiles inside her veil and a smirk comes out of her mouth.

“You better be. Master taught me that.”

“He taught you well. I have much thanks to give him then. He taught you the best things that could motivate a man.”

“A beautiful woman?” she tilts her head, her eyes devilishly squinted at the Prince.

“That too, but there’s a more important thing to it than the looks.”

“Hm?”

“The idea that there’s someone waiting for my return. Not as a Hero nor as a Grand Prince. But as me, Sigured.”

“Pfft. I can see why Master respects you. He always had a good eye on people. Hm. Be sure to return in one piece. I await your valiant return, and I might have a gift for you if you could best the strongest beast of the Underworld.”

“Ahahahaha, of course. Many say women are the roof cause of many of the Kingdom’s problems. But I never understood why. Women would always walk to me, give their bodies and souls without question.” Sigured lets go of her hands and with his hands behind his back, he walks around the statue, observing it as the fountain’s water sprinklers become stronger. “But that’s only because we love them so much. Having met you taught me that, Goddess. The beauty women truly hold. Why we treasure your looks, your youth, and elegance. It is a weapon that far surpasses anything man could wield and arm.”

“Oh you Humans and all those big words. Just say that you want our bodies and our company and be done with it. We Dragons lived this far by those mere simple facts. No need to romanticize it so much.”

“Maybe… but where’s the fun in that? That is one of the core essence of any of the sentient species I am sure. Having fun. That is how we Humans have fun.”

“Urgh… feels like that is a sure way to make things more confusing. If things are already like this now, I do not hope to find out how modern humans do it.”

A humvee passes by the road outside and the morning national anthem plays. Marching could be heard as the Airbase came back to life, fully. With some of the doors on the buildings that surround them opening. The players notice the handsome Grand Prince and the beautiful Dragon God both down below them in the park. One of them being quick on his feet took a snapshot of the moment, with Sigured automatically posing while Bahamut just remained in her idle pose.

“Seems that our little time together is over.”

“It shall not be the last. Fight with the vigor you show in chatting with me. I assure you, you will end up victorious in the end. Now I must go, I must lick Master's cheeks and wake him up properly.”

“Hm. After all this is done, be sure to tell me how many Churches of Bahamut you want built. I shall have the entire country mobilized to build monuments for you if you so wish.”

“Five hundred. Do that and I can cement my presence here, just as in Tur and in return, I shall give you a blessing not many have been given except to my Dragon Priests.”

Sigured smiled and blinked and before him was a Sergeant standing in parade position. His lower ranking soldiers formed in front of him as they ran through their morning routine.

“Bahamut?” Shaking her lightly was Jackson. Her head was laying low, looking at a loose page of a newspaper. On it, a picture of Prince Sigured with his party members. The 3 people with the Hero of Man, a person wielding a Greatsword in a mishmash of leather and Knight armor, a purple and green robed Elf with a polished longbow and a wand, and the last, a blue robed Holy See Priest with a Staff that held three orbs. “Ah, sorry Master. I dozed off a bit there.”

“Sheesh. You were already the first to awaken. C’mon. Let’s get this done.”

Walking into a large grand station in an open field, as if it was badly misplaced. The group in their civilian clothes goes into the building, ignoring the large Base set up right outside it, housing the three armies that recently arrived. Carrying with them some items. Alana who only bought her one book and Elizabeth carrying with her a small tote bag and Bahamut, just bringing herself.

“Oh Master! Look at the food!”

The Dragon quickly pointed at a Kiosk that was selling Bagels and Donuts. “Want to?” Bahamut nodded in excitement and Jackson smiled. “Alright, you two? Want some too?” Elizabeth and Alana nodded also and the group’s first action in the station was buying some food. “My Lord, this sprinkled donut is magnificent.” all the while, wearing her turtleneck sweater. Alana was drinking coffee with some bagels at the tall chairs. “M’Lord, can we take out some of these ones when we return back? I’d love to drink this when I am reading.” the Black Dragon on the other hand had already finished all of her food. “Master! Another round!”

After a while, the party had finished eating and was walking around once again. With Jackson just looking at the girded walls and the Victorian design of the interior. In one of the rooms, he notices it's a small casino with Alana walking towards it.

Following her, they went inside without security giving them much of a problem and she immediately went to one of the slot machines. Setting down her book, she looks at the strange contraption full of lights and symbols.

“Here, take this gold coin. Insert it there and pull the lever down.”

Following his instructions, the machine quickly spun the three symbols on it and it almost landed on an all apple. With the berry merely butting in by mere inches.

“Huh?! What? That’s preposterous! What a blemish of a good run! M’Lord, may I have another?”

“Only one left.”

She tried it once again and ended up with a Banana, Berry, and Apple. All of them far from one another and the prize list of ten thousand coins being the three apples. “Last one.” Elizabeth was behind them, looking at the other machines, some having full of expensive and rare jewelry with magical enchantments, which caught her own eye while Bahamut was yawning. Her attention peered over to the restaurants that’s all but closed except for a mere few.

“Curses!”

“Oy, Countess. Do not say such words.”

“Oh my! I apologize, Your Majesty. It just slipped out.”

“Well, that’s enough of that. Let’s go.”

“But M’Lord, I swear, the next one. I’ll get it!”

“Nuh uh, Alana. I am seeing those eyes of yours. No way.”

As he walked away with the two other girls, Alana stayed on her seat, looking at the machine. Jackson gruntles and brazenly puts his arm over her waist and lifts her up onto his shoulders. “M’-M’Lord! This isn’t necessary!” Elizabeth and Bahamut both just smirked and giggled as he carried her outside.

“Elizabeth, be sure to keep an eye out on Alana. She seems to have a bit of a gambler inside her.”

“M’Lord, if I could play a bit more, I could easily math out the solution and the percentage of the chances.”

“Believe me, it's as low as it gets. Even the ones with the signs saying that’s the percentage, don’t trust it.”

Elizabeth on the other hand stood next to Alana. Swaying her long blonde hair.

“Countess, believe me. You do not need to gamble on such things. You gamble more than enough in fights and in business.”

“Of course, Your Majesty. But that machine is a good way to practice and if I could fully understand the dynamics of this, I could easily replicate it and expand the family business.”

“Haaaa… just be warned. I know you are still not as well versed in the world of Man and their ways. But know that they praise convenience, and doing this loses the meaning to gambling with important things. If you're gonna try to invent our own version of this, be sure to put it far away from the Kingdom.”

“Better listen to her, Alana. Unless you grew up in the modern world. Playing those things and thinking you can win is already you falling for it. If Vampires were to learn of that, and then have eternal life. The effects of this could be potentially far more harmful to your society than ours. At least we know we have to quit after some time.”

“I see… M’Lord…”

Though silent, Jackson could notice her expression. The woman has set her eyes on it and had made up her mind already. He just scoffs and walks off into the deeper part of the grand station.

They soon then reached the ticket tellers. Most of it all being machines with Paul taking out a note from his jacket’s pocket. Showing some specific instructions to get onto the right train. “Kitter, this better be right. Ugh.” he then books some Economy Seats for Doctor Purple, an N700SM Shinkansen High Speed Train that runs from Zavalda down to Neo Tokyo, with the expected travel time to last for ten hours or more if problems are found on the railway. A large warning was also plastered on the screen of the ticket machine. “Warning! Beasts may sometimes run into the HSR Line which might cause further delays! We apologize for any incidents but Threa’s fauna is far more volatile than in Dark World.”

Already, the place was packed with players. With many coming from the Evacuation Center and others were Adventurers and Mercenaries wanting to get a quick trip to a player city without having to go through the harsh foreign environment of Northern Geraldia. Even though there were many people, everyone was neatly lined up.

Following the markers and stickers on the ground, instructing people on how to properly get their ticket in a safe and timely manner. Weapons were also allowed in the station. Many had to swing their scabbards and holstered swords and lances safely to their backs while some were practicing on the corner of the station as others sat or leaned on the wall. Quietly waiting while some were doing their travel plans and even Dungeon Expeditions right there on the cold stained marble floor of the station.

Walking around to get to the main platforms, the access to the Bus Terminal was blocked with only one hallway open and the signs all pointing to the evacuation center and none of the previous routes before the war was open and coming from it would be player soldiers donned in either dress uniform or their multicam combat uniforms. Proudly brandishing the flag of the UN and then there Guild logo underneath it. Since Jackson was no longer in uniform, none of the soldiers recognized him. Simply brushing past the 5-Star General like he was no one and the man couldn’t be anymore happier with the reaction.

There were also the soldiers and Knights of Ervtes, which were met with a happier reception of the players. Many were touched and given food and flowers by the city’s citizens. All the while, Jackson just walked away with no one bothering him or saluting to him.

“Ahhhh… I love being a civilian.”

“My Lord, how long are we going to walk for?”

“Just a minute or two now. Wanna stop by a cafe? I think they have some good cakes here and the train won’t be arriving for an hour or two.”

“Can we? I’ve never been in a train station like this before. I’d love to explore it more with everyone, My Lord.”

“Of course. Alana, are you planning on buying anything? There should be some clothes shops here too.”

“They truly have everything here. I thought you’d only find those in Malls. Maybe another cookbook would be good for purchase? I’d like to collect as many modern dishes as I could and retelling of older ones, M’Lord.”

“Train Stations aren’t only meant for Trains. There are Malls and even Taxi and Bus Terminals to Casinos. All in one. This place, Zavalda Grand Station used to be that, but only the train network runs and it's mostly so that adventurers could travel between Geraldia’s Northern seaboard. This railway is also extremely tiny and doesn’t even reach the High Elf Border. Which just shows how bigger your planet is compared to mine. A ten hour High Speed Rail ride is considered insanely long already, but here, we’re only crossing multiple clusters of borders.”

“I think that’s for the better, M’Lord. If the High Elves were to see this. They’d be scheming already on how to steal and replicate it.”

“They can try. The trains here are a culmination of almost a hundred years of technology from multiple sectors. It wouldn’t be easy to replicate at all. What we gave to you Vampires is already that, but since Vampirism is a trend in the modern world, I guess everyone is more lenient to you.” They then come into a cafe that was posted on the main hallway of the station. Its large glass window overlooks the Shinkansen train yard below where players from the Guild of the Greater Japan with the people of Ervtes were working together in maintaining the line.

On the poster, sitting next to a large portrait of the UN’s war machines, their bombers and battleships is one meant for the station. Depicting the fancy and sleek aerodynamics consists of bullet trains having differing colors. Ranging from Yellow, Blue, Green, and Purple and in a small text, shows the main modern Guild cities they go to.

Elizabeth and Alana quickly went ahead to the counter to look at the menu while Bahamut stared down to the busy railway below them. With her sniffing the air and observing the ceiling quietly. With Paul having his hands in his pockets standing next to her looking at the wooden flooring and walls of the cafe. Having a more homey feel to it and the Demon player on the counter wearing a nice smile on her face as she took the orders of the customers.

With chandeliers and even charging ports, the place didn’t seem any different from one that you’d see on Earth except the red skinned lady on the counter with holes on her hat to make space for her large demonic horns.

“Master, why do they have differing colors?”

“It signifies their route. Here.” He goes to the poster of the trains, ignoring the military one next to it, having multiple translations of “Sign Up and Secure OUR way home!” in bolded lettering and takes a pamphlet of the station layout on one of the stands next to some newspapers and opens it. Changing the pages to the routes. “You see the colors of the train routes?”

“Ohhhh! I see.”

“Pretty neat ehy? Ahahahaha.”

“Hm. Which train color will be the one for us Master? The purple one, right?”

“It's going to be the purple one, yes. As it heads straight to Neo Tokyo. The yellow one heads to Woodstock, the Blue one heads to Vladimierovka, and the Green one heads to Avalonia.”

“Avalonia, Master?”

“It’s from the Capital of the Holy Empire of Avalon. An Arthurian Themed Guild. Didn’t we visit them before? It is said the mysterious leaders of the Shine Guards Guild actually live there.”

“Hmmmm… No. I don’t think so, Master.”

“Really? We’ve never visited them before like the Greater Japan Guilds city of Neo Tokyo? To think... Are you sure? I oddly remember us visiting European cities built by us Chosen Ones.”

“Ahhhh… ah… ah… I don’t remember.”

“Are you sure you're a Dragon God?’

“W-What?! Of course I am Master!”

“Uh huh. Yet how come it feels like you have the memory of a grandma sometimes? Aren’t you supposed to be the one with an eternity to spend here?”

Sipping mocha from a straw that leads to a large plastic cup with the name “Charmant Elizabeth” written on it with a black marker. The two Vampires creep behind the two like mere shadows. The Knight General was only alerted to their presence when Elizabeth loudly sucked from her drink.

“Woah!”

“What’s up, My Lord?” Elizabeth then peers over the large window and sees the platform. “Ohhhh… are those the trains? Marvelous, they're like great serpents that we could ride inside.”

“Uh huh. We’ll be taking the one that's colored purple.” He shows her the pamphlet and points his finger at Doctor Purple. “One like that.”

“Sensational infrastructure, My Lord. Those wires above them, What’re those for? Power I am guessing?”

“Catenary. Electricity runs on those wires and powers the trains.”

“Remarkable wonders. What speed was written there, My Lord?” she tilts her head as she rests her chin on his shoulder. Offering her mocha to him which he gladly takes a sip whilst she looked at the speed. “Three hundred fifty kilometers?”

“Uh huh. It used to only be three hundred. But the Japanese players went out of their way and actually contacted JR Central to come help them. It’s one of the most famous Corporate Game Advertisements to ever occur in Asia since JR gave their engineers Full dive gear and came in Dark World and helped build this line with us, the players.”

He then gestures for the leather sofa with low glass tables in the middle overlooking the platforms and the trains. “Come, let's get to a seat.” All the while, Alana offers Bahamut a slice of strawberry cake. “Share it with our Lord.”

“How long did it take, then M’Lord?”

“Well… the Engineers were ecstatic with the magic system. Many chose to be Wizards and Dwarfs. So what could’ve been ten years took only two. It was so successful that even before coming here, there was another event with Honda I think… or was it KIA? They were planning on unveiling a version of their car that runs on Mana Crystals.”

“Master, do you want some?”

“Ohhhh! Strawberry!” The manly guy in such a professional attire then took the extra slice and with the small fork, slices it in the middle. With the vanilla icing on top of the bread coming off perfectly. He then takes a bite and the man smiles. “That’s… uhhh.. That’s heaven.” he then goes to devour the small cake.

“The bloodsucker gave that to me.”

“Is that so? Is it you Alana?”

“Yes, M’Lord. How's the strawberry?”

“Perfect. Absolutely amazing. This is what eating military rations for even a few days does to a person. I wouldn’t even notice if this is the most disgusting thing on Earth, Tur or Threa.”

The party then ate quietly. With Elizabeth watching the digital clock on the station platform being full of information. From the wind direction, precipitation in the clouds, regional and local weather, cloud formation, the date and the seconds passing by.

Underneath it, it shows adverts in a small led strip. Mostly mottos of companies, from Bedlam to various local businesses.

And in the timetable, it shows Mister Yellow 3 is about to leave and Doctor Purple arriving in forty minutes. She sucks on her mocha and looks at the platform, the players were a mess of ones wearing modern clothing to medieval ones to outright fantastical. With some of the Elven players wearing birch tree bikinis to Knights wearing over the top plate armor that it looks like they slapped a slice of tank armor on their chestplate.

“My Lord, you do classify these people we’re about to come for as Terrorists right?”

“We do. But the public is mostly restricted to rumors and hearsay. We can’t say the bulk of our special forces, made up of actual Veterans have all but gone and done their own thing. Carrying with them the gear we gave and issued them with.”

“And their sentences?”

“That’s up to the Military Court to decide. Not me. But Terrorism might already mean being locked up for a long time and rehab.”

Elizabeth then sips her warm beverage, looking over as soldier players of the Men of the Woods were on the platform where Mister Yellow just left from. The company of soldiers holding large rucksacks with both of their hands and another carryall on their back with some having their magic staffs stick out from the lack of space.

"My Lord, can't you just send your soldiers here and take over the entire station?"

"Your Majesty, I believe that'd be far too brazen. The UN works in the lenses that they are the good guys and in keeping the peace. That’s why StateSec is here to do the job with us."

"The people will understand it for the good. Rebels need to be ousted, their organs hanging from their opened stomachs and brandished to the villages so that their colleagues amongst the populace will know what awaits them.."

"Elizabeth. As good as that might be, as Alana said. We work on lenses. The less people see our uhhhh... actual work. The better. Hm, dang, I need another strawberry cake."

"Master, why not just send a missile and blow up the train when it's far away? Chosen Ones will come back anyways."

"Uhm, Bahamut. Our Lord would not want to destroy public infrastructure and I’d feel like so does the UN unless it interferes with them fully."

"Correct. Though this High Speed Rail line doesn't really give any profit. It does help in making travel more convenient and faster between the modern guilds."

"Haaaaa... Master. You know this convenience won't matter when your enemies are right in front of you?"

"Lenses Bahamut. Remember. We aren't in open fields and far away places where we can go gung ho. There's people here living normal lives. The UNs entire trust and faith relies on our ability to make sure people can live in absolute safety. Pretend that they're still in a familiar world with familiar sights and things."

"Exactly, M'Lord. It's an ingenious plan or that’s the only realistic plan they could come up with, and the work required for it can be done with little expense to the actual military."

"That I don't fully know. I have access to things but the Vitas campaign is not within my midst so I don't actually know if we're using much."

"Seeing as you can send three additional armies in such a quick time, M'Lord. I presume that your military is not that stretched till recently."

A light jingle then plays throughout the station's intercom and on the timetable, Doctor Purple is slotted in. With its lettering glowing. “Oh man, looks like I’ll have to order the Strawberry cake.” the indication next to it telling people it's only twenty minutes away from the station.

Waiting on an open air train station. The place was completely packed with players, all carrying baggage with them and even large boxes. All seven platforms for the four tracks were filled to the brim with tickets sold out. Paul had to look down on his ticket and a note looking at the train number of the one that was on the Mayor when he got caught by Elizabeth. One last check and he nods, putting the note back to his coat as he looks up to face the sea of players.

Bahamut was standing next to a Lizard player and she couldn’t take her eyes off the man who was busy talking on his phone. “I am heading to Neo Tokyo now. Don’t worry, everything should be settled here. Yeah, I got you.” She lifted her hand and Alana was quick with her reaction and shrugged at her. The Dragon just pouted and crossed her arms as they waited for the next Shinkansen to arrive. Their train is estimated to come at about 10 minutes.

Even though the temperatures were no longer hitting the negatives. It was still far too cold for most, and many of the human players except the ones wearing rings would be in winter clothes while the Lizards and Elves would be just in some extra thick clothing for themselves. One of the Shinkansen arrives and inside it were a bunch of players in their Medieval Fantasy kits. The players from the city quickly make way for the raggedy bunch as they walk to the exit. Many of the people covering their noses from their smell.

The train conductors then open the baggage cars and let out the horses, griffins, large birds, and even Dragon mounts of the players. Crowding the already overloaded platform with much more things to look out for.

Elizabeth on the other hand was a few feet away from them. Checking out some flowers that were being sold by an Elven player. She was smelling some of them while intricately inspecting each petal.

“M’Lord, should we try to find a better place?”

“No. This is perfect actually, we’re blending in. Why?”

“Well…” Alana, who was wearing a more bookworm like attire gets brushed past by an Orc who was busy talking to his friend about future plans. Jackson then sees that another was about to pass her. Immediately, he reaches out his arm and holds her close to him. “Yeah… it's a bit crowded. Wanna switch places?” The Vampire just holds the thick sleeves of her turtleneck up to her face. “N-no. This is fine.” the Mounts of the players that had just disembarked from the train that arrive reaches there part. Squeezing the crowd even more.

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Paul held her tighter and closer to his chest as Bahamut in her Dragon form crawls up to his shoulder and shakes her entire body. “Bweh! So many Chosen Ones in one place! Master, when is the train going to come?” Soon after, the scene calms down once again and Elizabeth returns carrying with her a bouquet of Sunflowers. It perfectly suits her modest floral dress and wide brim sun hat. Giving her an aura of complete innocence even though she bore the sharp ears and the predatory slits for pupils that can only be found on Vampires.

“Just a little more now. It's already like three fifty.”

After waiting a bit more, the Station Master comes to the aid of the railway staff and tells everyone to back off the edge as two horns blare from the horizon. Coming in was a purple high speed Shinkansen followed by a green one that stops on the other end of the terminal. Whistles then echoed through the terminal as the doors opened and the sleek and futuristic train opened its doors to passengers.

The three women who were excited for their first bullet train ride. General Jackson reached out his arm to stop them and let the people who were already on the train exit out. Having 16 Cars, the Shinkansen reached the very edge of the long terminal. The bullet train engineer leaves the cockpit and another player takes his place. The two exchange handshakes and the door to the cockpit closes almost immediately as a new driver has taken place.

“Alright everyone! Get in!”

Walking in the train, Elizabeth looks at the ceiling and the two long neon strips of lights that run alongside the roof with the design of the stars and a steam train with ten cars flying through the open space. Bahamut on the other hand took notice that the steward in uniform was handing out snacks and a menu that included full meals while Alana was already walking to their seat which had reading lights and four air conditioning holes with buttons for calling the attendant. There were even cup holders on the collapsing table as a flatscreen positioned in the middle and front of the carriage was showing the GPS position of the Shinkansen and its speed, compass direction, and the current weather while a small window was showing advertisements.

It ranges from Bedlam who had a new announcement about their recent Nationalization, to Rostock’s modern Weaponry and the Architecture Guilds various Sub Guilds and Blacksmith groups that sell everything from poisoned daggers to Zweihanders and Buckler shields. After half an hour, the train started moving and the train itself was full to the brim of people.

“Alright. Follow the plan everyone. No use of insane magic or weapons. We need to keep this strictly low.”

“Master, can’t we just do it now?”

“No. We need to wait till at least half of the train is empty. Right now, we know their positions are in the baggage cars and in the staff cars. But that usually has to go through alotta people and we can’t have this. We need to respect RoE at all costs.”

“My Lord, if I may. But this cabin, though wide, is severely hampering our performance here.”

“Well, as a General… I have to make sure this train doesn’t explode and cause unimaginable death and destruction to a line that is used almost daily between people from left and right and up and down. So, we have to do as we have.”

“M’Lord, I have a feeling that a certain stewardess has been looking at us.”

“Ah, which one?”

Alana lowers her book and stares at the stewardess handing out menus and snacks. Paul makes a quick look and then back to her who was sitting in front of him as they both sat on the window seat.

“I see.” he then unravels his strawberry cake. He took his time, savoring every bit of it and in two minutes, he had only eaten half. By then, the train was packed with players. The platform was emptied out as station masters blew their whistles and the timetable was shortened.

Another train arrives, and with the color green. The high speed train stops at the corner and the lights go green. Doctor Purple closes its doors and starts to slowly roll forward. Jackson, with his plastic spoon still in his mouth, could see citizens of Ervtes, all of them being women rushing to the train as it stopped. Inside, he could see the forest multicam camouflage of the Guild's modern soldiers.

As they exited out of the green train, kisses and tight hugs started to be thrown about as flowers were thrown and champagne was popped. Alana, whose head is buried in her book, could hear the shouts of happiness, putting it down. She sees Jackson smiling more than usual. With even his eyebrows fully relaxed.

Doctor Purple was already speeding away as she could faintly see the celebration of the Guild’s players returning home. Before she knew it, they entered a tunnel and the train started speeding up to ridiculous speeds and on the other side, the open fields of Northern Geraldia. The vast ocean that connects to Schon fading away as the tracks slowly peel its direction into the heart of the continent.

Jackson who had finished his strawberry cake starts to look at the clean table and the magazine there that has the latest news. The man then notices a button and presses it. To his surprise, a screen pops up from the table and it shows them their location, speed, and services available. A big green button on the touchscreen for attendant service.

“Oh wow! I can’t believe they even replicated this.”

Swiping the screen to the right, he finds the apps in it. Going from the Movies, Games, and even News. “Why the heck not.” Bahamut who was sitting next to him could see the food cart returning and lightly tugs on the man's coat. “Just don’t overdo it.” She smiles and the woman then takes the entire box of chocolate and vanilla bars. “Ma’am would you also be interested in our frozen?” The stewardess wearing a prim and proper uniform that’s coloured the same scheme as the train they're riding on reveals the small fridge on her bulky neon cart.

Inside it were ice creams, cold drinks with soda next to it, and yogurts. With a pink one gaining the attention of the General. “How much is that strawberry yogurt?” The stewardess then looks at the man with a wide jawline, accompanied by a trio of beautiful women. Her eyes seemingly flipped into life as she observed the man carefully, with a spent bag of strawberry cake pushed into the sides of his seat and the observant look of the blonde woman in a floral dress.

Carefully staring at the man’s every move and change of expression whilst sitting next to a younger looking Vampire with an equally extravagant aura mixed with great beauty that's tucked under her turtleneck sweater, carefully reading a light novel with leisure.

“Pfft. That’s pretty gay of you, sir.”

"WHAT?! I am not!” Seeing his instant reaction, Elizabeth and the rest of the girls giggled loudly. Making him blush. “I-if anyone’s gay here, it's you women!” He points at the Vampires in front of him and proceeds to take the pink Yogurt away from the stewardess with an angry expression. “Hmph. How unprofessional. Tsk. How much is this?” The stewardess, in her uniform that seems to be one size smaller, accentuating her curves and bust, has a smile on her face as she stares down at the man who has taken the yogurt.

“My Lord, you must look at it in our eyes. You do things differently, we do too. Us being far more physical and loving with one another is how we show our kinship. A woman’s body afterall is meant to be revered and touched with congress. Us women being carnal with one another is a mere show of the closeness we have. The elegant touch of another, the slow burn to light the flame with the longer slender finger that we have. It’s an ecstatic feeling.”

Jackson slowly turns his head to Elizabeth who says it with such an amorous voice that he has lost control of his hands and rips open the plastic cap of the yogurt. “WHAT?! You literally confused me more than a math problem in college.”

“It's simple really, My Lord. Maybe for men, they physically connect through fighting and roughing each other up, but for us. It's the simple but intimate touch is what matters. Couple it with the solemn lust we hold and the beauty our bodies contain, it often leads to such things. Though, I’ve only teased the women in my court, when good wine and the finest of blood from a young man is mixed together, their lust often becomes uncontrollable.”

“M’Lord, Her Majesty’s court is known for its party life. It is said that five percent of the Kingdom’s treasury was spent just on the venues and the food. With Her Majesty going as far as to order the construction of new buildings just so that the Council and the Commons could go and party in different places with beautiful sights.”

“Hah…? Five percent?! That’s basically the defense budgets of some of the Nations in Asia… and they have formidable armies too.”

“My Lord, being a Royal means it's also a theatrical of sorts. To be official, you must look the part, and show the part. Those parties, we’d often invite people from other Kingdoms, the Elves most of all partook of the many festivities, in and out of the party. I must say, they taught us some things and we taught them some new things.”

“And did you ever participate in those?”

“Of course not. My beauty is unparalleled, but what would my beauty mean when everyone has access to it? Only the King has access to me, just as the Queen only has access to him.”

“Now that’s a tease if I ever saw one.”

“Ahem sir. You’ve opened it.” The stewardess then taps a plastic sign on the side, showing the yogurt is worth a cent and the currency shown, a local one many players wouldn’t carry. “Bahamut, buy more so that it becomes one gold. Tsk. Good pricing. I didn’t see that… Did you plan this whole thing?” The Dragon then proceeds to take another box of vanilla bars and some ice cream and she goes through the pre-prepared meals. Smelling the plastic and carton boxes.

“Though I never expected the Great Grand Niece of Sir Minuit and a Female Dragon God from another world to be the firsts women I ever shared a bed… and a man with in my entire life.”

“Hell, I never expected to get transported to another world and have my virginity taken by a woman who is older than entire Empires or my soul getting sucked out of my Dragon companion in her obscenely sexy human form inside a massive bathroom of a Vampire Noble.”

“Ahem. Your Majesty, M’Lord, I believe this is a conversation only reserved in private spaces.”

“Oh Countess, the space we’re in is rather busy having a little war and living in their own worlds than to care with what a mere group of misfits has to say to one another.” As the Dwarves in the front only became more and more drunk, so did their insults increase. With some even going as far as to mock Elven history, making comments about how he didn’t need to watch a Jester pop a fart magic on someone, as the first paragraph of the Elven Compendium was enough to make him lose his breath.

The other people near the middle were also busy doing their own things, some even lifting their voices to compete with the Elf’s high and mighty tone in the back, replying with his own snide remark. “Haaaaaa….” was all the Countess could say. With the players somehow creating chaos by just merely shouting and talking to one another, while they in their table kept their voices low and in a normal tone.

“Be proud Countess, you are the first woman I truly ever touched and laid with.”

“Thank you…? Your Majesty?”

“What? Did you not enjoy it? I remember you being the first one to pass out after me and the Dragon helped our Lord in satisfying you.”

“Heh… eheheheh… Your Majesty, I believe teasing me right now is not the time. I’d like to read in peace.”

Bahamut passes the mark and she takes just more food to make it ten gold coins, the man goes to his pocket and flips multiple coins to the stewardess, whose devilishly smiles and walks away, whilst the General staring knives back at her as she enters the other car. Her hips swaying in her tight uniform. Though Jackson, staring at her rear just gave her more snarky looks.

Elizabeth just stays silent with her eyes squinted at him.

“Though I do find it interesting she managed to click your buttons like that. My Lord, are you that open?”

“What?! Heck no! She just got lucky there that I am still stressed from the insane week we’ve been through.”

“Hmmmm… though I find it odd she did it without much observation.”

“My Majesty, are you jealous that other women could push our Lord’s buttons? Or are you planning on teasing him next since I am not in the mood?”

The conversation inside the economy class was lively, with all sorts of players, some noisier than the others making a ruckus. Those in the back, planning their next expedition as their party leader reveals a bunch of new maps while in the front were a bunch of Dwarf players drinking to the Moon as they cheered and celebrated.

With one of the Dwarves clicking the attendant button on his touchscreen repeatedly while the Elven Party Leader in the pack just has a tired and annoyed expression on his face with his face leaned down.

All the while, Jackson just took one small scoop of his yogurt and the man lets it stay in his mouth.

“Shall we give our Lord a bit of a show? He has afterall not done it with us for some time now.”

“Uhm… Your Majesty, I do not think you should go that far.”

“Countess, they have a connection with our Lord that we cannot hope to even reach in such a short time. We must catch up, immediately. The modern woman’s rear already captivated him, we must return his attention to us.”

“Your Majesty. I am one hundred percent sure our Lord prefers us more than the women in his world.”

Jackson just silently ate his yogurt, savoring its taste as the smile on his face reappeared. He then proceeds to tilt his head a bit as a thrown wooden mug flies past his fedora and into an Elf far in the back. “BAHAHAHAH! TAKE ‘ER THAT YER’ LEAF LOVER! GROOM YER BEARDS MORE AND MAYBE YOU CAN BE LIKE US!” The Dwarf wearing a viking ensemble then points his finger at the High Elf player in the back, busy looking at a bunch of maps for his party members. “OH WAIT! YOU DON’T HAVE BEARDS! BAHAHAHA!”

All the while, Elizabeth just had her arms crossed and constantly stared at the General who was enjoying his yogurt silently. Her lips now in a smirk as her finger’s long nail tapped her arm. Going into her tote bag, she takes her heels out and proceeds to wear it.

The man then immediately stopped as he felt something touching his ankle, slowly reaching up to his shin. He looks in front of him and the Queen has grabbed the Countess, her long slender hand going into her clothes and into the woman’s chest and she started squeezing, making the man blush instantly.

“Elizabeth… What is this about? Alana already told you, no teasing.”

“Oh, nothing My Lord.”

The Countess then stops reading and smiles. “U-Uhm… Your Majesty, I think you're overdoing it. No need to touch me so intimately in a public space.'' She didn’t stop as the blonde woman pushed Alana to her shoulders, with the Countess trying hard to hold her groans. Bahamut was too busy eating to even give a lick of care as Elizabeth’s long legs reached the man's thighs.

“My Lord, what do you think?”

"E-Elizabeth… p-please, let me eat my yogurt."

Seeing the man's expression of pure ecstasy, she smiled widely and retracted her legs and hand. With the Countess breathing a sigh of relief.

"Ahahahah, such is My Lord. It's always fun when you're around. Now if only we were in a more private space as the Countess said."

“I already told you, I cannot do it right now as I need to be able to walk and my mental faculties are in full operation. This is something a bit important to me as the person riding in this train is an old colleague of mine from my military days.”

“Booooo… Countess, wanna go to the lavatory and satisfy one another? Our Lord here is too busy with his quest to meet his past head on.”

“Your Majesty, as much as I love your body, I prefer not doing it too often. I may also sink into the lust that many others had.”

“Countess, you must be the first woman I’ve met in the Kingdom that doesn’t want to do it often. The new generation of Vampires is quite interesting.”

“Many of us have been taught more about the arts and the trades, Your Majesty. Our parents would rather have us do their work so that they could continue their lavish lives without having to interfere in the affairs of the Kingdom.”

Elizabeth then just rests her chin on her palm as she crosses her legs and swayes her loose heels. The people in the car were getting even more violent, with the Dwarves now throwing random objects at the Elf in the back while the Adventurer Party in return threw their own objects at the front.

It was such a chaos but in the midst of it, as if he had lived through the very essence of the word. Jackson just enjoyed his yogurt. With a big smile and a blush from what she did to him.

“I never knew a mere Human could satisfy me more than anything else. What do you think Countess? Our Lord’s libido is impressive isn’t it? I guess the shorter your time in the world, the more you must make the most out of it.”

"Your Majesty…"

“Be not ashamed, Countess. Taunt to the mortals here as much as you’d like. They're all busy in their own little worlds to care, anyways. All these glistening colors and technology, and they all would rather keep to themselves than to share but would gladly fight and throw rude remarks. As if they forgot that words have consequences.”

“Elizabeth, if you lived through the age of the internet, you’d very well know how little that actually means.”

All of the other tables in the Economy Class were full of players themselves, busy planning, chatting, and talking to their own respective people as the next stop was an hour away, and it was located in the heartland of a cluster of micronations.

“Haaaah… What a bore. When can we get to the action already?”

“We have to wait till the train cars are almost empty. As much as I’d like to do the more brazen options you and Bahamut gave, I just can’t and this is Morgan’s Operation. If I go solo, it would create confusion amongst the ranks and the plan in place.”

“Your Majesty, is your answer to an uneventful moment is to have copulation?”

“Isn’t it yours too, now that you have experienced it multiple times?”

Alana stayed silent, as if she had something up on her mind. Her eyes golden coloured eyes just sink back into the book. Avoiding the blonde’s smug expression.

“I knew it. One cannot deny their nature, Countess.”

“Your Majesty, I’d still want to control myself than to do it with you or anyone.”

"Oh why of course. I also feel the same, Countess. But we simply cannot abstain from it as much as we’d like. Our Lord is a Human and we might overdo it and bring upon him an early end. So why not spend some time with me and the Dragon?"

“Your Majesty, I am concrete with my stand right now. Your teasing will not work on me.”

“What a passionless answer. Dragon, what about you?”

"I do not need to breed upon emotion like you Humans and bloodsuckers. Nor is lust a thing to us. We work in the sense that if a Male is strong enough, we will do our diligence with him and create a strong offspring… and I am eating."

Bahamut then raises her hand and catches a wine glass thrown from the back of the car. Without even looking, the Dragon threw it back and smacked someone with it straight in the head. Changing the smell of the train to that of something fruity as a shade of violet paints the seats and some of the windows.

A different stewardess coming back from the front cars sees the chaos and immediately walks to the door and calls for people to come.

“And with a Human body, don’t you think that’s been changed, Dragon? This is why I always try to share my side of the bed with you. You have an idea of how Humans work, but you still have much to do. The Countess I’ve taught enough and she’s far more gentle than you could be, right now. You must learn more about how Humans are and their complexities.”

"Funnily enough, Bahamut’s name means multiple different things in English because of how they modeled their language into being the most simplistic thing, ever."

"Master, unlike Humans and Vampires. We Dragons are far more busy in becoming stronger and conquering. That is our very nature, including making sure the next generation is stronger than the last. Making words is the last of our priorities…" She then looks to Elizabeth. Setting down her third prepared meal. “And the idea of putting each other's fingers in one's mouth and orifices whilst kissing and drowning one another in each other's drool isn’t how we female Dragons work. We prefer to watch our Males fight in front of us, and betting on who's the strongest.”

Hearing this, Paul had to instinctively look around and breathed a sigh of belief that there is a fight occurring for anyone to care at the moment at what the Dragon uttered with no care at all and the straightest expression on her face.

His hands then open and the man facepalms as he sits back down, occasionally sneaking stares at his seatmate, having to stop savoring his strawberry yogurt.

"I kinda understand a bit now why the Vampire fandom looms over the Dragon fandom."

“What? Is merely the fact, Master. Though this Human body does feel lust, it's still a very alien thing to me. I still need to get used to it.”

“And?”

‘And… well…” Bahamut’s eyes peer to the left and to the right. She continued to talk as she stuffed her mouth with the rice and butter chicken that’s insanely small for the price it had. “I kinda wanna do it with you, Master. Not to offend the bloodsuckers, I do enjoy their company and their bodies too, but I do find connecting with you to be the most fun… I am afraid if I truly let this Human body of mine loose, I might end up hurting you while I am having a great time.”

"Ahahahah, Dragon. Now you get what we feel. You just found out about the limits of being with a Mortal. We should really do something about that, I don’t know what came over our Lord that day. He just came back to the Manor all lively and…" Elizabeth seemingly had an electric shock of lust run up to her chin. “Those few days were the most fun I’ve had in a long while. It will take long for me to forget such an experience.”

"Yeah… M’Lord, just what did you take back there? I think you even managed to satisfy Bahamut too."

“Master did.” Without even seeing it, the Dragon was blushing, her cheeks turning red. “It… was good.” Seeing her, Elizabeth smiles and goes for her cheeks, squishing and pulling it. ‘Awwww look at you, all flushed up like a girl.”

“Uhhh…” finishing his yogurt, the man tucks it in the box for the cake he ordered. “Aphrodisiac meant for Vampires, that and the Blood Rose Alana gave me really boosted my performance for a few days there.”

“Then, you better get more of those, M’Lord. So that we may no longer have to wait with such intervals. Maybe for you, it's a long time enough to rest your body, but as Her Majesty shows. It's not even a day for us compared to you.”

"It's just so insane to me how you people work. Sometimes I feel like you're no different from good people I've met in my life and I’d happily spend every waking second with all of you. But when it comes to the smaller details, you all become like Aliens to me. Like, after one session, most of all when everyone gets into the mix, I need ten days at least to rest, and yet you tell me my efforts are not even worth a day of full sex to you people?"

"Do not worry My Lord. Maybe if you ever become a Vampire, you'll learn of this and how time is perceived by a species like us. When you have till the end of the world to spend, you’d quickly get bored and become insane."

Looking at the glass, Jackson sees a ball of fire is being emitted. He turns around to see the Elf’s party, a mixture of Humans and Elves has their Mage preparing a spell. The woman in her armored robed is visibly whispering something under her lips.

He quickly turned to his litter and threw it up above him. The fireball intercepted his cake box and the yogurt cup inside it. Burning it into nothing as the Dwarf in the front pointed and laughed.

"Phew… and when I talked to the current King of Rose. I told him about this World War that happened almost ninety years ago. He acted as if it was just some small skirmish that occurred a year or two ago and is forgotten. I just kinda accepted it and thread the line. Though believe me, if I could do it daily with all of you, I’d do it. But I am Human. I need to respect my limits."

"My Lord, this is why I love you so much and have respect for you. Not only do you fight like a worthy Knight to be under my Name, but you also open your heart to species that aren't of your own. For me, the Countess and Bahamut. You are someone truly special. I do not think anyone could replace you, so we’re here restraining ourselves just as you are. For we do not want to hurt you."

"Wha-what is this about? I-i-i have no money."

"Pfft, M’Lord. It never gets old seeing you try to act like a Man in front of us. It's more entertaining than most Opera's in the Capital. Right, Your Majesty?"

“Hahahaha, indeed it is, Countess.”

Beside them in the aisle, a bunch of Doctor Purple’s staff has donned their Dark World armors, ranging from Archers to Tanks and Paladins. Another fight breaks out from the front and back of their Economy Class Car. With Bahamut leaning out of their seat to watch the commotion from the middle section of the aisle.

She smiles and a smirk that reveals her four lizard-shaped fangs is on her face. “Yes! Smack that Lizard! Human! Be sure to burn him and his wife! Kill them all and throw them into the sidelines!” Jackson, who was too busy talking to the Vampires, is unable to tend to her as she continues to egg on the fight.

"H-huh? Act like a man? I am a man. A strong one at that!"

"Ahahahahah, of course My Lord. You are the shiniest Knight to ever grace us."

Hearing this reply, the Dragon comes back to her normal sitting position next to him and turns to the player.

"Master, you really need to work more on your skills in talking to women."

"H-how would you know?! You're literally a Dragon!"

"A female Dragon. Many don't see it. But Males throughout all kinds act similarly in one way or the other. Even the Vampires have said the most common thing amongst all Males, you perceive love differently from us, Male Dragons fighting one another is also them giving respect to each other's strengths, us Female Dragons watching is us respecting one another’s choices."

"Ha-hah! Yeah right! I know Dragons love fighting. I'll fight as many Males as I can and show off my strength. No matter what and hoard all the Female Dragons!"

Seeing the sparkling eyes of the General, Bahamut blushes and smiles. He instinctively crossed her hands and started nodding.

"Hm, hm, hm, and that's why I am with you till the end, Master."

"Is that how it works in your society, Bahamut?"

"Yes Bloodsucker. Males would often fight in front of Females in a Battle of Courtship. But many prefer to just hunt dangerous creatures to present as gifts as fighting another Dragon and losing could either mean death or you'd be out of action for the next few years."

"It's impressive that your society has evolved through such barbaric practices."

"Unlike you Bloodsuckers, wasting time with all of these elegance and beauty and all this sex and partying, we fight. The strongest Males give the strongest offspring. It is a must to keep our status as the apex of all of Nature throughout all Dimensions."

“Queen Catherine isn’t like that from what I remember…”

“Of course we do spend time normally too. Cleaning our territories, hunting and preparing food, bathing and such. But even when we donned the skins of the Humans and traded our wings. It is still a tradition kept.”

"Then if you said our Lord wouldn't even get a Female. Why are you with him now?"

"Hmmmm... if Master was to be a Dragon. I think I'd be naturally attracted to him already, I’d see potential instantly. I'd patiently wait till he wins one fight of Courtship and I'll be sure to kill the other Females gunning for him."

"O-ooh... Bahamut. Your society is uhhh... are you sure it's not the Ogres you're describing?"

"Elizabeth, just leave it be. These are Dragons after all. Very few can actually kill them. So it's kinda understandable in my point of view as to how their society functions like that. Remember, Mars made me and Yamaoka fight in front of everyone and she just cheered for me instead of stopping it?"

"I guess so, My Lord. But that's a very interesting insight. I never bothered to fully conquer the Dragon Kingdom as I knew they'd be a headache. I feel relieved that even in my time of madness, my logical sense still won me over from what could've been another disastrous campaign."

All the while, the fighting in the aisle has been subdued. With the drunken Dwarfs having to bow and apologize while the party in the back that’s a mixture of Elves and Humans also had to say their own sorry.

“Ah, well, the next stop is about to arrive. Be ready. The train is about to get less and less filled.”

Jackson, who just noticed the commotion has ended, is shocked at the extent of the damage to the car and the amount of trash on the floor. Immediately, one of the stewards used his magic to clean up the litter. Making it all float in the air and straight into a black plastic bag.

He just shrugs his head and returns to the tablet in front of him as Alana returns to reading her book and Elizabeth, looking out to the fields of Geraldia and Bahamut having to quickly finish her melting ice creams.

On the screen, there were multiple choices for him to pick out.

“Top 10 Spots for Vacation in Geraldia.”

“Best Places for Food Trips in Dragovh.”

“Dangerous Hiking in Schon.”

“Zavalda Martial Law and Evacuation Practice, What You Need To Know.”

“Moon Armor Program on Tanks a Scam?”

“Best Brands and Blacksmiths on the Community for Weapons and Armor in Threa.”

“How to Talk to High Elves and Facts about their Culture.”

“The Entire Known History of Threa (Updated 3 Days ago)”

He stops scrolling and presses the one that shows Iron Mountain's tank repair plant and an article by IsekNews Daily on their latest armor program and its delay and overcost.

“Oh wow Master, that looks super bad.”

“You think?” he starts going through the paragraphs, almost all of them showing no good light to the UN’s Research Department and Financial Ministry.

“In hindsight, this should be a cut and done deal. Moonstone doesn’t work with Trialloy due to the new composite creating a countereffect to its ability to absorb and spread Offensive Magic. Not only is Moonstone also an Uncommon type of Mineral in limited quantity in the Dark World Community, but it's also a commodity that only a handful of Guilds has in bulk. Our insider has reported to us that the designers for this, the Men of the Woods Research Group called Woodland Defense Sciences, have actually paid twice the price of Moonstone which is already running at around 250 Coins per 5Kg.”

“Master…”

“That’s enough reading for today.”

“But isn’t that bad? Master, if they put that armor in your tanks…”

“I know Bahamut. I know. Don’t worry, the dogs at the Journalist groups have already gotten the sniff. The snakes in the Men of the Woods Defense Industry will now have to slither their way out of this while the Roaches giving them all the funding will have to crawl their way to the ceiling to get excuses.”

“Does this happen often, Master?”

“Often? Heh. More like common. I usually don’t bring you along with the meetings with Hassan and the group about these scandals as Ervtes to the Men of the Woods has been in many scandals about costs and technology sharing.”

“M’Lord, Ervtes owns Zavalda right? What more scandals could there be?”

“Their defense industry is good… but the designers and such might be in the pockets of certain people and corporations. I personally don’t know much about it, as I enjoy adventuring the European fantasy medieval aspect of Dark World more than the near to real life military scandals.”

“If I may speak in a more rude manner but it sounds like your military industry is a scam, M’Lord.”

“If you think that, you should look at Earth. Heh.”

Looking out the window, Jackson could see a quaint village. Most of its buildings are made out of wood and hay as horses could be seen riding around on the farm that surrounds it. A Mage can be seen on the back of the horse with his staff out. Heating the ground as the bullet train speeds through the countryside of Geraldia. “Yeah… a scam…” Alana looked at him who had his chin sitting on his palm as the man silently watched the open fields of the continent and the trees returning to their original color as winter passed them.

After an hour, the train stops at a station in the midst of a wide open field with nowhere important to be and some carriages parked right outside it. Many people left the train, their carriage alone losing more than a fraction of the people in it. It soon continues going forward and stops at another station after two hours have passed. Here, there were vendors selling food and nicknacks you can use to pass the time as the train’s next stop is expected to be 6+ hours away.

At the station, both the Dwarf party and the one being led by an Elf exit the train, and immediately, heat could be felt on the platform outside.

One of the vendors was walking inside the train. Showing to the people left there some toys. The human reaches their seats and shows them a robe with two smooth wooden balls on them and he’d make the two hit at a constant pace to make it emit a noise that annoys others while taking the attention of some. Elizabeth tries it and she fails at first, but after getting shown on how to do it properly. She was now also making the same noise as his with the two balls constantly hitting each other. Taking it, the man bows in thanks and he continues onwards to the other carriages.

Another vendor then came and he had with him some cooked meals. One being the leg of a creature with a paw pad and fur. “Oh Master!” Though it smelled nice, Jackson couldn’t help but feel a bit disgusted by how it's presented. He just looks away and the Dragon eats it in one go and then pays.

“You aren’t going to buy anything Alana? If you want, they have wine on the train that you can order.”

“Ah, no, I’m quite happy reading and passing time, M’Lord. The sound of the train and the air con is really hypnotizing. No need for wine.”

“Haaaah, if only the other two can be the same. What’re you reading anyways?”

“Its a Novel of sorts about a man who used to be a fat ugly slob who got teleported-”

“Enough. I can name fifty different Novels, Mangas, and Animes about that.”

“I do find this quite a common theme, but I am quite surprised by the world building of this one.”

“Is that so? Why?”

“For one, M’Lord. It actually puts a lot of attention to it and makes it blend into the story perfectly. I do find stories like these to be compelling, it's like experiencing an entire world but through the use of letters… You could say this is what a TV series is like to me, as a Native of this planet.”

“Oh really? If it passes you, then I must read it too someday.”

“Hm. Though… There is a strange amount of reverence for women’s underwear which is odd as panties and bras aren’t really a thing we use. I only knew of this through your world.”

“That’s your concern?”

“Uhm… yes. Is something wrong, M’Lord?”

“Nothing. Just know that there’s worse ones out there… like super bad ones that I’ve read through completely while in boredom.”

“That sounds painful, M’Lord. I never figured you to be a masochist.”

“Oy, hey now. I am not one, if I was. Things would be way different than right now. What’s with today and all these labels being thrown at me? And hey, you're literally Vampires.”

“So far M’Lord, you’ve shown the ability to resist pain and even smile in the midst of it. I think this is why Her Majesty thinks you could make for a good Vampire.”

“Nuh uh. No. I have literally just been through so much things and pain a few days ago. I’ve gotten used to it but not to the point that I derive pleasure from getting my temple kicked in by a Demon or my chestplate getting bent by a flying creature with a sword for a beak.”

“Ehhhhhh… is that so?”

“What? Don’t do me like this, Alana.”

“Ehhhhhhhh…. I shall return to reading.”

“What? Hey, what?”

She then goes back to reading, leaving Jackson in the midst of a confused state as a man in a plaid shirt passes them and drops a note. Elizabeth quickly took it and then handed it to Alana who then gave it to Bahamut and then Paul. “We’re about to begin. Prepare for combat.” he pockets it and swallows his saliva. Standing up, the man fixes his suit as they begin to look around for any signs of danger.

Walking to the rear baggage cars, passing through some civilians either sleeping or watching movies. Bahamut and the Vampires could hear commotion, with them walking faster and faster. Though not to a jog as they pass stewards helping people with questions and giving food.

“Tsk, unprofessional woman.” he passed her and with the party could see more and more people in regular clothing standing up and walking to the rear. An occasional thud could be heard and on some occasion, he could see tracers flying out from the back of the train.

It widens his eyes as he starts walking in a more combative stance while the Vampires constantly check his flanks and Bahamut just steals whatever food the other Agents left behind on their tables.

They then reached the last carriage where it was entirely cleared of people and there were a bunch of civilians tactically stacked up behind the door to the baggage car wielding suppressed handguns and submachine guns. “We’re here. Open it.”

They let the group in without question and inside the first baggage car was an insane shootout with bullets and magic between the Agents and Special Forces.

Bahamut quickly ran forward into the fray with Elizabeth as they hopped over some of the train staff that was prone and facing the ground hoping not to get shot as the Black Ops operators in light armor and black uniform could only see the two beautiful women attacking them.

Seeing the disadvantage, one of the Operators pulls the pins on his vest and dives towards the Agents. Before he could do it, he is shot by Jackson and then subsequently grabbed by Alana who opens the baggage car’s side door and throws him out into the forestline where the Veteran fighter explodes.

Clearing the car, they moved on to the second one and they were met with a SMAW anti tank launcher and the man wielding it took no chance and fired it upon sight. Bahamut grabbed the rocket, its motor still spooling. “Bahamut! Throw it away before the rocket stops!” already, the two Vampires with the Agents are cleaning up the room as the Dragon then looks around to see where to throw it. “THERE BAHAMUT!” seeing the open door her Master was pointing at, she instead turned around while dodging gunfire and let it fly back to its owners.

The explosion sets off crates of munitions hidden in between the luggages of the passengers and the roof of the baggage car ripped open. The walls were also shredded and the opened crates full of letters were flying away into the forest outside the line.

“Well, well, well. Just how much shit do they have?”

The stacks of luggage that filled the other half of the baggage car was ripped open with the inside of it being full of chairs and computers and longwave communication radios.

Walking through the huge gaping hole and the rush of the wind from the outside causing the papers on the desks to fly around the enclosed space made the man smirk as the Agents started going through the evidence right before them.

The coat of Jackson was flapping wildly as the gust of wind from the outside was passing through the interior of the carriage. With luggages being kicked open by the secret officers and everyone got busy unlocking and seizing what they could.

The cold air of the exterior was rushing in and he could only smell the burnt hole into the secret room.

“General, sir.”

“Hm?”

“Morgan wants to talk to you, sir.”

He takes the radio and hears Morgan who had a more raspy voice amidst the sounds of gunfire coming at her. The flinging of the rounds bouncing off the wall was all he could hear apart from her voice.

“Jackson, are you there?”

“Yeah, the rear baggage car is clear. Looks like your Agents won’t be finding anything. It's all flying away right now.”

“Come to the front. We need help here. Your old friend… he is looking for you.”

“That son of a bitch. Thank you for upholding your promise. I’ll deal with him.”

Immediately walking to the front cars, the man could feel something. With the radio in hand, he switches to a frequency and calls someone. “Alright, get the Rangers in.” Four UH-60s appear from the treeline with pylons for drop tanks. One of the doors of the Blackhawks opened and it was Mars and Yamaoka. The Red Dragon flies into their carriage and punches the window and then returns with the lower ranking General on her arms. The skeleton Rangers then teleported in the car.

“Alright, keep the Reserves near. We have to reach the front car. Leave Benedict to me.”

“Copy that Jackson.”

“Bahamut, Elizabeth, Alana. Don’t interfere with my fight.”

He didn’t give them a chance to reply, walking to the forward cars immediately. The Operators and the Rangers were having a firefight on the roof. While the Agents made sure things were calm inside. The civilians riding the train only looked confused at the military transport helicopters closely following them as six people walked through the aisle with serious faces.

As he was about to reach the First Class Cars, an empty Second Class took his attention. Making him stop. Yamaoka took over as Operators appeared from the seats, shooting their guns and magic.

The Agents threw concussion grenades, prompting the shooting to stop. The two Generals with their swords out attacked. This forced the Operators to quickly run to the baggage cars to the front. The others stayed behind so that their comrades could retreat safely. Taking the attention of the powerful Knights and the Dragons with them.

The swords of the two were sharp enough to slice through the leather seats without care, cutting apart tables into multiple pieces as Elizabeth with a big wide smile on her face gladly used her sharp hands to cut through the Operator while Mars and Bahamut burnt the ones about to throw grenades. Alana stabbed three of them at once with her speed.

It was over as as soon as it started. With shooting then heard in front of them. They rush forward and soon reach the front cars.

The Agents there were sitting down quietly. Sparkles of dust flew in the atmosphere as they reloaded their weapons. Morgan was in her usual inconspicuous outfit with a black bulletproof vest over it. She hands him a gun which he pushes back to her. He turns around and takes Bahamut’s hand and teleports in his Death Knight Armor. “Looks like they were caught with their pants down. They had their attention on us the entire time.” he then unsheathes his Vampire sword this time and walks into the baggage car with Morgan just stepping aside. Observing the group silently.

Surrounded by the Black Ops operators in all black. The door opens to the fake room and coming out of it was an old sight. It was Benedict iwearing a long robe that covered his entire body and his blue longsword had a slight glow in the dark baggage car and a hood. The man put up his blue longsword and looked at Paul with a long gaze.

“We meet once again Benedict.”

“Good Afternoon, sir.”

“Is this how you really want things to go down? Are you really gonna let yourself get used by these morons?”

“What does it change sir? If I switch my side to yours, won’t I be also under the orders of morons such as yourself?”

“At Least my side doesn’t openly wage a war that will make everyone stuck here with an impending Demon invasion.”

Benedict then removes his hood. Revealing his modernized Rogue outfit, with a visible kevlar vest that the cowl over his head being made of some synthetic leather, and the all black ACUs he wore complete with ankle and elbow pads. On his chest were incendiary grenades with special ones coloured purple and yellow.

“My Lord!”

“No, all of you, go with Mars and Yamaoka. Thomas, take good care of them.”

“Yes sir.”

“No buts, go and finish this. I’ll end this one for good.”

Thomas then rushes past the black robed operator with Bahamut giving Benedict a growl as they enter the last car to the front of the train.

“Do you want a count, Captain?”

“N-” without giving him a chance to react, a .357 magnum round flies past his left ear and the man then charges forward, dodging the stabs of the General’s luxurious Rapier as the Captain slashes his armor multiple times with the Cosmic Longsword he wielded.

But it does no damage to it, not even leaving a dent while all of the Generals’ attacks were being dodged as if he was as slow as a turtle and the Captain could clearly see where his hits would land way beforehand.

Seeing that his attacks were futile, the Captain sinks into the shadow and the General quickly sprints forward as the blue longsword of the Rogue comes out of the shadow, trying to get to his sabatons. But its thick midsole pushes the tip of the blade to its feather edge, making him completely miss his chance as the Death Knight jumps to the roof.

With the baggage car clear, Morgan with her agents rolled into the last car.

Ontop, as the rushing wind lifted the General’s black cape, the Captain came out of a small slit between the cars, he opened his palm, letting Kukri knives slip out of his sleeves. Seeing this, Jackson quickly shields himself as the heavy Knight is lit up by a barrage of sharp objects and a hail of bullets, the shockwave stopping the rest of the sharp objects coming at him together with the lead. Slowly peeking out of his shield.

A .44 bullet prompted him to return to his cover as the Captain had dropped the Knives and only had his Double Action Army. Fast with his feet, the General is unable to use his sword, being constantly forced to move his shield from one direction and another.

He waited and waited and when the Captain had spent his six shots, the General bought out his Python and stood up with a straight back. Its sights pointed straight at the Rogue’s darkened face, covered by the eternal darkness of the cowl. A maw leading to an unknown face.

Pulling the trigger, the Captain quickly disappears into a plume of black smoke and silence hits him.

Jackson then started to look through the areas between the cars, he then ran back, reaching the First Class roof as explosions and tracers piercing the thin walls and ceiling of the baggage and postal cars in the front became overwhelming. Underneath him were players still minding their own business.

The Agents tried to calm them as others were wanting to join the fight, having their own weapons with them. The Government Players had to constantly remind them that an Operation is ongoing and they cannot just hop in.

With a quick succession, the Captain once again appears, with his M4 Sopmod in hand, shooting bursts of enchanted bullets, the fire coming out of the muzzle having a mixture of a rainbowish and iridescent colors. Unable to catch up with his stealth magic, instantly coming in and out of sight as the powerful bullets hit him from all sides, the Knight was beaten down by a battering. Unable to continue standing as wave after wave of enchanted lead hit him from every conceivable direction.

His black cape became tattered as the Knight forcibly pulled out his sword. “Oh God and Lord of Death, come be with my blade!” The clear metal then becomes black as the bullets start to avoid him completely.

Captain Benedict then once again appears, this time throwing an iridescent Kukri Knives at him. He stops it with his Rapier, but the sword loses his color quickly and he has to parry the blue longsword holding the stars of space on its hilt. The two blades clash and a wave of energy explodes, cracking the thick windows of the first few cars.

“Grrrrr! Benedict! Is this how you want things to end?!”

This prompts the players to disregard the orders of the Agents and they break open the windows. Jumping to the roof to see the Death Knight fighting a modernized Rogue wielding an assault rifle and rare enchanted sword.

“Unlike you sir, I was never able to return to society. I had nowhere to go. Look at all these people, they never cared for me or you. We were all tools, dogs of war whose scars will never recover.”

“Then don’t drag me and everyone into this! I never shunned you! I never held your leash far too much!”

“Colonel. You only let loose on my leash because the high command was tighter with their cord. We’re all dogs of war, all equally on a leash. Sir, why would you go back there when you have all this waiting for you here?”

The players were unable to butt in, hearing their conversation.

An agent with short curly hair and in tight leather biker pants appears from the torn open baggage car roof. “If you boys and girls wanna come and play with the adults, come to the Postal car.” The players all quickly ran there instead, leaving the two to fight. With Morgan having her hands crossed, watching the two.

Equally in black, equal in power and strength, though their classes were different, they were both unable to kill and hurt each other from just how good they are at what they were doing. She goes into her back pocket and reaches out for a cigarette.

Putting it on her mouth, it ignites itself.

The two then backed away from one another. A mere few meters and within reach of each other's blades.

“Because I also have things waiting for me back on Earth. Unlike you.”

“I see… but do you really want to be put back into a leash, sir?”

“You are a fool to think we’re not on a leash anywhere. Right now, the Gods of this planet have us in their palms. Toying and playing with us, they took us from our normal lives and put everyone in a desperate situation. Far away from those they love.”

“Must be nice. Having something to look back to.”

“Why are your leaders and organization dragging everyone into his, Captain? Do you hate us all so much that you want to make us as miserable as you are?”

“Why do you think so many Veterans went the same way, sir? We didn’t have money and power waiting for us when we returned.”

“And what? You’d rather throw a tantrum around and fuck us all equally like how our leaders fucked us all in World War Three?”

The Captain then threw his sword at Jackson who parried it. To his shock, the Rogue has teleported and picked up his blue blade and was giving a gnashing of enchanted swings.

Being more armored, even though the General is unable to catch all of the hits, his armor withstood it all but even still, in return. His blade is unable to touch the extremely quick enemy he has been put against.

“Gah! Fuck it!”

Jackson then removes his helmet and the heavy pauldrons. Its sharp spikes scratched the roof of the train.

Now with less weight, each of his swings were faster and faster, catching the Rogue off of his feet as his blades and cuts didn’t affect the Knight. The General then unstraps his chestplate, the thick slab of squished enchanted armor making a loud thud as it lands on the aluminum roof.

With only the black painted interlaced chainmail underneath, he had little to no armor left except on his legs, wrists, and hands.

But with so much strength now without a limiter, the General was able to catch up with the Rogue. Though still faster than him, he was now able to close the gap and with a whisper of cants under his lips. The area between the two was even nearer than before.

“Just like old times, isn’t it, sir? Fighting, adapting on the spot, killing, and surviving, this is what we are born for.”

Though unfamiliar with the weightless feeling he has, the Knight swings his Rapier at the Rogue. The Captain now being thrown aback as he stopped each clash. Some of it even almost pushed him off the edge of the car.

Before long, Jackson was able to fight naturally. Regaining his footing and even changing it to fit the faster moves he makes.

The Captain on the other hand has started to disappear and appear a few meters off the train. Using the second he has of floatation before gravity could catch up to make a few swings with his blue longsword, the flying blades of the cosmos cutting down even the thick trees that’s around the railway.

Jackson, not used to having to fully dodge, gets his haircut and some wounds on his chest while the armor on his legs remains fully intact. Having to adapt and change even more, the General looked around as his cheek bled.

Seeing the catenary that’s passing just a meter above his head, he cuts a wire of it and with his gauntlets still on, grabs it and stretches it like a whip. Quickly tossing it at the Rogue and catching him like a predator caught out of its environment. The electricity was absorbed by his black robe but not the magic the Knight sends through it.

“THE ONE TRUE GOD, MAY YOU NULLIFY HIM!”

The golden streak of magic passes through the cord and just as he was to disappear, Jackson tightens the wire, and his transformation into a plume of black smoke is stopped midway and the Captain sees the bruised and damaged Colonel watching over the Sun going down the endless desert. Sitting atop a tank with his crew.

“Captain, things may be bad right now. But just know that if it's not back at home, there's always a God above watching over you. Be sure to be kind to others, don’t let the cruelty we show in war burden you when things return to normal. I sure won’t let me sink into this depravity.”

“DRAGONBOLT OF BAHAMUT!”

The General put his hand in a tight grip of a bolt of Bahamut’s lightning. Aiming it at his former subordinate. He walks forward and removes his cowl, showing the players’ messy black hair and gray eyes.

Sharing a stoic stare between one another, the two men stood before each other at odds.

“Captain, if there is another life back on Earth. Be sure to save a seat for me. You have a lot of things to answer and I won’t go quietly without you facing them.”

“Sir, you also have a lot to answer to.”

Jackson then jumps and throws the bolt at him. The red and black streak of Dragonic power quickly melted the Captain into ash, he didn’t scream nor panic, but stood there, taking it all.

In the end, only the wire was left behind. “I’ve already answered them and to this day, I am paying for it.” He then shrugs and walks back to the opened baggage car where Morgan was at the radio. The woosh of the wind blowing her short curly black hair onto her face.

“It's done.”

“Good. Maltese was just on the radio. He wants you back at Iron Mountain.”

“Haaaaa… can I atleast get a vacation?”

“He says it's urgent. So say your goodbyes now. Mars and Yamaoka are being sent back to continue the clean up of Zavalda. When you get back, quickly report to the Supreme General.”

“Of course.”

A door slid from the front of the train and coming out of it was Elizabeth with her bat wings out in full. “MY LORD!” She quickly pins him to the ground and starts checking his body. His chiseled chest is full of slices and is bleeding in some places. She then looks at his face, the left cheek having a wound on it.

Behind her, Morgan was smiling as she puffed a smoke from her cigarette. The Queen immediately stood up and repositioned herself as Alana and Bahamut came in and tackled the wounded General who was in the middle of standing up.

“Master!” Bahamut then started to lick his wounds in her Dragon form. Walking all over his chest and shoulders. “Bahamut! No! Your saliva has alcohol in it! It feels like your dousing me in flames!”

“M’Lord! Ahhh you are alive!” Meanwhile in the midst of the pain, the Countess kisses him on the lips. Her hands are holding his chin as the man is unable to move but only struggle in position.

“Ahem. Hm. Good work, My Knight. I shall give thee a good compensation when we get back.”

“Heh. General, you seem to have a lot of admirers.”

The man tries raising his hand but Alana kept kissing his lips that he just gave up and laid there with the Dragon healing him of his wounds with her saliva.