Looking at the Armor of Sir Beadot on the Monument, underneath the chainmail was a heavy rubberized suit as depicted in the well maintained statue, the only thing being cared for in the entire place.
Painted nicely and looked after, the statue was in full color. With a polished metal and a design akin to that of a Mana crystal power armor with a flourishing cape with a Claymore and a Broadsword, the color of the two made Jackson reach out to it.
“Judas and Arondight… Jesus.”
“My Lord, are you sure Sir Beadot is one of you?”
“I am super sure. That purple broadsword, Arondight, is one of the most sought after blades in the entire community. One that can bring down even flying Dragon Gods to the ground without having to use a crap ton of magic and dealing unimaginable damage to Dragon type enemies. He’s even using a late game Mana Crystal powered Plate armor.”
“Huh, and has this weapon ever been used to fight Bahamut?”
“No. I guess Beadot was transported here four years ago in Earth time. If he was still active when Bahamut’s event came, he would’ve used that to ground her. Imagine that…” He then swipes the plaque on the base of the monument. “But it says here, thousands of years had already passed, and the Curate Empire long extinct.”
“M’Lord, if I may?”
“Sure, what is it?”
“Why are the Gods so enamored by your kind? What’s so special about Earth?”
“I-i don’t know. Like Hell I’d know what’s so special with the planet I came from that we keep getting sent here.”
“Hmph… whatever it is, this must be the biggest summon yet. I wonder which Gods are responsible for this. Bahamut, may you answer that or give insight?”
“Idunno. All I knew was that it was a clean transport. The portals used were direct contact. That means our souls and bodies were moved without needing a physical door to your world. Master, you remember that day, right? No portals or lightning. Just us suddenly here.”
“Hm. It was just all of the sudden. We were in the Checkpoint to City Zero One and some natives came to us with a carriage and a child. When we were returning to the airport, the ocean was now a large lake covered by mountains. I didn’t feel anything at all.”
“See, so this might be all of the known Gods working together. It’s far too clean, even I didn’t notice till it was too late.”
“Wait, but Dragon, the known Gods are ten. So ten Gods all banded together and teleported millions of outsiders to our world in one day?”
“One second, Bloodsucker.” Bahamut then glides to the statue and sniffs around it. Crawling up and down its concrete structure and licking some parts of it. “Nonetheless, this person is gone now. Better move on. The Gods of your world have some grand plan and it's painfully obvious. Master?”
“Yeah… just wait a sec. I just can’t grasp that a person of my world managed to do such things. Elizabeth, how many Elves died?”
“Directly? If my memory serves me right. It should be ten to twelve million with quadruple the number wounded and injured.”
“And Indirectly?”
“Billions mayhaps.”
“Jesus. I can’t believe this. Some player, probably living in an apartment, managed to topple the kill count of Hitler, Stalin, and Mao in another world… just what monster must you be to be filled with so much rage like that.”
“M’Lord, this is from the texts I’ve read but it is said Sir Beadot could’ve been born here, in Geraldia. In the land known as Avaria and was born as a servant to a lowly Elven Lord.”
“So he lived a full life here? On top of his other life on Earth? Then how did he get a hold of his Legendary Armor and Weapon Sets then? A Level Two Hundred player in all that equipment is basically a Demigod in all but name. His cape is also floating while grounded, meaning that could probably have a Flight Skill to it. Imagine that without any restrictions, you're basically Superman without the kind morals of him.”
“That I do not know, M’Lord. The texts have been altered and many other theories have come up. But it wouldn’t surprise me if maybe some of the great stories of heroes in history within that time period were him.”
“Could be… he would’ve been Level Two Hundred and had access to True Magic like me. What’s amazing is his armor, that’s a mixture of Adamantium and Triblite. You could say it's the same level of my Death Knight Set with its Black Steel metal but a better conduit for Mana.”
“Master, let’s go. There’s no need to think too deeply about a dead person. He had passed, let his deeds be judged by those who were alive at the same time as he was.”
“Yeah. Let’s visit the cannon then, I guess.”
As they walked towards the entrance on the corner of the fortress wall. The man noticed on the right was a smaller building but having two floors to it and a ridiculous amount of piping going around its walls and the windows from its sides. Without even noticing it, he had deviated from their road and the two Vampires behind him just looked at one another and smiled. Nodding in agreement as they followed the man's trail. The snow wasn’t as much around the house and many High Elves had started to convene around it. The front door then opens and a Dwarf exits.
Unlike most others, he didn’t wear rags nor tattered clothing. Instead in a vibrant mix of metal and leather armor and horned helmets. With a big red bushy beard, he takes his metallic wand and swirls it around to stack multiple crates on top of one another as he stands up on the very top and puts his hands out. “Come on ye sharply eared neighbors of mine and enjoy the heat!”
Being around the area. He notices the snow started to melt and more and more people started to huddle around the circle. Many bringing olden tables and worn out chairs as they got their families together and others bringing over leftover food whilst some with their rusty and beaten shortswords stood guard on the main street. Guarding both ways.
Young Elves then ran to the Dwarf, bringing to him their broken toys and carts. With a stylish and elegant method, he repaired and fixed them whilst keeping the young ones entertained. Making their toys and the dolls walk on their own and interact with their owners.
Staying in the shadows, he leaned into the wall of the dilapidated next to him as he observed the people enjoying their time even with the cold and hard weather. Some of the women started singing and distributed leftover food while the men played with their kids and play-fight one another.
“M’Lord, don’t you wanna join?”
“Heh. Should I? I am a Human after all, but this sight reminds me of my country back when I was young.”
“Your country was poor, M’Lord?”
“Not really poor. Most of ASEAN are rich, but our cities looked like this till the twenty twenties. It just… reminds me of my childhood.” He had a smile on his face as he crossed his arms, chuckling to himself. “Yeah… when kids in the West were already enjoying the Internet and all its beauties. In my country, it was so slow that we never really got into it until we were near our twenties.” Elizabeth, seeing his teary eyed, went up to him and wrapped her arm around his and leaned her head into his shoulder. “And you became an Executive Officer, right My Lord?” He then turns to the blonde woman as Alana starts walking to the street.
“Of course. Life is hard… but you’ll always find a way to push through it. I did, even when the Third World War came. I accepted my fate and survived.” Bahamut then jumps from his shoulder and glides to Alana as the Queen rubbed her head on his broad shoulder. “My Lord, looks like the Countess is way ahead of you.” she had already started to get into the people. Chatting and talking to them, she even went to the fire where a pot was being prepped and started looking at the ingredients.
“Well, well, well. I wonder if she would’ve ever done something like this if it was the old her." The blonde woman then takes him by the hand and leads him to the area. The three Humans together with a large group of Elves and Dwarves.
“Oye! If it ain’t the Humans! Come! My house is free to everyone! Sansha! Bring out the ingredients!”
Kicking open their finely carved wooden door is a Dwarven woman. Both her arms are full of plates with vegetables and fruits. With only one of them having meat on it. “Aye, aye, aye! I got ye grub here! Oy you Princess! Don’t touch me pot!” with an energetic and motherly tone, she walks out as two other Dwarves of smaller stature come to help their mother.
Seeing all the commotion, Jackson just walked around with his hands on his back. Observing and quietly smiling as the Queen started to entertain the women in etiquette and sewing. Before he knew it, he was already on the top of the circle and was next with the red bearded Dwarven man.
“Excuse me.”
“Aye? If you want directions, call for Gerth’ur. He has been here longer than me! Bwahahaha!”
“Oh, I already know where I am going. I actually wanted to ask about the Beast folk.”
“Ahhhh… you new here? Don’t let the rumors and stories turn you away.”
“I’m actually just curious… Why aren’t they here?”
“Ah, they have their own street.” He then picks up his metallic wand and returns it inside the house and brings out a finely crafted shortsword which he sheathes to his back. “Follow me lad.” walking out of the circle, the Dwarf then points at the end of the street. Jackson could clearly see the entrance to the Gun Platform and the small image of a girl with cute Racoon ears on her head. Though except for that, she seems like any normal Human girl. Wearing nothing but what could be a sack that’s been turned into clothes, she had a rope wrapped around her waist. Her eyes seem dim and hopeless as she peeks out only a bit.
Watching her gaze, Jackson sees that the girl is looking at the Elven kids playing around the street. “Aye. They mostly keep to themselves as you can see.” he then starts walking towards the little girl whose height is just a little below his. The closer they got, the more she retreated into her cover. But Jackson opened his best smile and kneeled just on the corner of the building wall she’s hiding behind. “Names Jackson. What’s yours?” She didn’t reply. But he could clearly see her small cute hands, her nails dirty and worn as the Dwarf goes around the corner and suddenly starts patting her head.
“Ahahahaha, don’t be so afraid ya’ young lass. Here, let me fix that fer ye’.” Peeking over the corner, he notices that the rope wrapped around her waist was actually for her own wooden cart that was filled with broken toys. The cart itself had a loose wheel as the Dwarf got to work immediately. She didn’t have a reaction and her face remained blank. “We Dwarves never really concern ourselves with the locals. We live inside our caves and mountains, away from the problems of the surface. Lad, tell me.”
Jackson swallows his saliva as he nods.
“Where are ya’ from?”
“Not here.”
“I see… an Outlander then?”
“Yup.” he nods as the little girl just watches the Dwarf take apart her broken toys ranging from a bell to a wooden horse and a bunch of dolls and figurines. “I’ve heard from your kind that you live in a world that’s only full of Humans… is it any different from here?”
“It is… but not as bad as this.”
“Hm.” He then goes prone as he fixes the wooden cart's suspension. “Many say there will never be peace. If a world full of Humans can’t find one, what more with our world with so many species with different ideals and bodies.” he then rocks the cart and nods to himself. “Alright ya lass’. After the Elves are gone, be sure to stop by my house. Me wife has good grub! Ahahaha!” He then pats the little girl once again as she just continues to stand around. “Hm? No parents? Ayyyy, then why not live with me?” He then kneels to her and wipes the dust off her shoulders. “Me wife wants more kids anyways! Ahahaha.”
“You're a kind Dwarf, huh?” Jackson then turns around to see the two Vampires had fully immersed themselves with the Elves and the Dwarves. Enjoying their chat and lively atmosphere as they upped the area’s attractiveness with their beauty alone. Many of the Elven wives asking for their methods and ways for looking so beautiful whilst being Human.
“Ahhhhh… just a Morr trying to live as a Morr. Our Tribe has made contact with everyone, we work with everyone too. We want to share our Culture and Traditions, our inventions and machines. Though the Elves once took that from us, killed so many of us till only a handful now live.” he then walks back to the main street and looks at the Elves. “They’ve learned their lessons… and I don’t want to carry my Ancestors' anger in the present! Ahahaha! What’s the use of living when you're gonna use it to enact the vengeance of the long dead!” He then aggressively pats the back of the Human. “C’mon! Me wife would love to hear the thoughts of Humans with her cooking!”
Walking back, Alana and the Dwarven Wife had both gotten the food ready and to his surprise. The Elves didn’t make a ruckus nor ran to the pot. Instead, they all got up and collectively handed out bowls to one another and lined up properly. No one made a fuss nor a hassle. On the corner, Elizabeth had her own area where a bunch of women were with her. She was knitting aprons and handkerchiefs with them. Showing the Elven females the needlework she has learned from her own and the books she’s gotten from both worlds.
“Lady Carmilla, may I ask?”
“Please, do address me as Carmilla.”
“I could possibly not. You look far too formal for me to address you in such a casual way.”
“Pfft. Leave the Elven etiquette behind and learn the informal ways of Man.”
“C-C-Carmilla..”
“Hmmm?”
“Could you perhaps teach my daughter about proper etiquette? You did say you will be staying here for a while.”
“I cannot make such a promise. My job is a tiring and perilous one. But don’t think too much of such things.”
“Ah, but you see… C-Carmilla. I work in Castle Rittler in Voreios. It’s a good life, the Nobles often take care of my needs and pay me well. I’d like my daughter to maybe someday become a Servant there too and maybe help us rise out of this situation for good.”
“Hmmmm…. That’s the problem though. I do not know much of Garethian Etiquette. Mine is far more… extreme if you will.”
“May… just what Kingdom did you hail from Carmilla?”
“One far away…” the women around her then grasped. “A woman like you. Making such a journey? My, your Man must be a great protector.” She then looks at Jackson who was with the Dwarf. Chatting with him and the Elves. Showing them some techniques in wielding a sword and some methods in dodging them as they shared his food with him. “Hm. He is also a bit of a scaredy cat. But when times call for him, he always makes results." The women then all sneered and cheered at her. “Hoooo… so this is how Humans react to love.”
“I get it that with you Elves, it's different, correct? It’s more based on not only genes, but also outward capabilities?” they all nodded. “But I heard it's even worse with the Noble Humans. At least with us Elves, that’s always how its going to be regardless of your place in the world.” She then looks around and leans into the blonde woman. “It’s like with how rich the Human gets, the more and more standards they put on each other.” she just nods and goes back to fixing an apron. “But Humans are also more flexible, Han’gur. My Lord for one.”
“Ahhhh! She’s correct! I’ve worked around the University and the blonde Knight woman from the Holy See gets a lot of crushes from the young Noblemen attending the school!” hearing the gossip, they all leaned in to the Elven woman who was visibly enjoying the attention she’s getting. With even Elizabeth herself being serious in hearing her words.
“Who is that woman? I find her presence to be a tad annoying.”
“Carmilla, aren’t you being a bit aggressive? She’s a Knight afterall. I heard that she had even beaten one of the Professors at the school. An undefeated man and a Knight from a Royal Order.” The women all grasped as they leaned in once again. The Elven men in the corner just looked at their Wives and they sniffed and drank to their silence. Jackson happily sat on the curb, sharing his soup with Bahamut as Alana started to clean the bowls and used utensils with the Dwarven woman. “Master, they're really making a ruckus.” He then wipes the soup off her maw. “Let them be. Don’t you think it's better for her to be like that than her usual self?”
“I do not care if she is a Knight. I am a Master of the Art myself. Mind you, I am ranked as Grand Swordswoman. I won’t let a witch like her grab my man.”
The Elven women suddenly stared at her as the blonde woman’s tone changed so aggressively and was now calling the Captain names.
“Carmilla, you're already sharing your man with another woman. Why not her?”
“What? That’s such an insidious preposition in my current relation with My Lord. It is common for us Vam- I mean… I find the presence of a Hu- Ahem. I find her to be a nuisance.”
The Elven women then all looked at one another and then started to giggle and laugh one by one till Elizabeth was left dumbfounded at the humor they found.
Before long, the Men and children were done with their food and the Women started to eat. Elizabeth took her time to teach them how to properly use spoons and such. The young daughters of the Elves took notes duly as she showed them and also took the more practical approach.
All the while, Alana has started to help the Dwarven wife in cleaning the area. “Today is the day that marks the landing of the Warhammer of King Morr, correct?” the small woman with her grayish hair then turns to her and looks up. “Aye! Who knew a Human Lass would know Dwarven holidays! How good of you!” She then wrapped her arm around the Countess’ waist. “Aye, that’s good. You’d make a good wife!”
“My… me a wife?” Alana stopped and looked up to the skies. In her mind, she sees herself handling food to the other Nobles in a circle as Jackson dances with her mother and then father. With it ending with the two of them. “Ahhh… that’d be a great day.” She then neatly ties the pots and the used fire wood together. “What? You aren’t planning it yet? You Humans are bound by time, aye? You should do it now before you lose that beauty! A lass such as yourself shouldn’t be wasted to time! Oh it's so cruel to you, Humans.” the Countess just nods as she wipes both her hands and rests her arm on the top of Jackson's head.
The man was still sitting on the curb, just wasting his time by playing with Bahamut. The little Dragon trying to catch the dangling potato from his fingers.
“M’Lord, I don’t think our methods will work in solving this issue.”
“I know…” he then dangles the potato lower. Letting Bahamut have an easier time in catching it. “I am basically a hammer sent to fix a broken window. The reports are either overblown or rewritten to make light of this situation in an entirely different point of view.”
“Or…” the two then looked at one another. “What?”
“You Humans don’t understand the peril of these people.”
He then shrugs his head and sighs. “Maybe… but the reports from the Internal Bureau made it seem like this could be solved with a bit of nudge here and there.”
“So what now, M’Lord?”
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“We’ll continue with it. I’ve already set my sights on this mission. We’ll finish it but I might need some help… help…” he then tilts his head as he starts to rub his chin. “This whole entire debacle with Seiness and the Holy See. We saw it through the lens of a Government. An all encompassing organization…” he then looks around to the Elves that surrounds him. “But this needs to be viewed from the lens of a citizen.”
“Humans look down on Elves, Elves look down on Beast. This is truly a problem, isn’t it, M’Lord?”
“You betcha’.” he then lets go of the potato in his hand. Letting the little Dragon devour it completely. He then interlaced his fingers and laid his chin on top of it. “Just what is Maltese up to with this, I wonder…”
“Hm?”
“Maltese is from Intelligence back on Earth. He isn’t some schmuck. That guy is probably ten steps ahead of everyone.”
“M’Lord, you have that face again.” Jackson’s interlaced hands completely covered his mouth as he rests his nose on top of it now. Only his eyes can be seen as the man goes deep in thought. “Something just tells me that this could lead to two possible outcomes. Later, I’ll share more. For now, let’s continue our walk around.”
After some time of waiting, Elizabeth had finished her conversations with the Elven women and he had exchanged handshakes with the Dwarf. Though he never knew his name, the two seemed to be brothers already as they parted. Heading to the direction of the corner of the wall where the Gun Platform of the Curates lay.
Walking to the entrance to the cannon on their left. The place was empty as afternoon was rolling in. The hallway to the foundation was made in shiny alloys, the flooring with composites and toppled with electrified lamps and lighting. It was as if they were transported into the far flung future as they arrived on top of the foundation of the cannon.
The skyscraper-sized barrel was pointing down at a neighboring peak, left in its last position which kept it hidden by the immense tall walls and the mountainsides that were far larger and bigger than it could hope to be. The climate was harsh and cold, but the metal didn’t turn to ice or had a hint of icicles to it. No snow accumulated anywhere on the platform even though its surroundings were still pure white. Jackson could only bask in the might of the lost civilization and what remained of their weapons. Bahamut kept walking around the place, crawling to every crevice and maintenance hole she could get her body into while the two Vampires read the plaques littered about the place.
“Master, this place seems to be connected to the vast underground fortress.” she then pops out of a vent that’s smoldering with steam. “It also seems like only a small portion of it is being used. Mostly the area around the River port.” She then goes back into the hole. The trio could hear her claws scratching about underneath them as they read about the history of the weapon. “Sheesh, so a huge Mana Core was used to power this?”
“And it fires different types of munitions, too. My Lord. They demonstrated that back then in our official Royal Visit.”
“And it's automatically reloaded too?”
A once mighty bringer of death to whomever dared to invade the Snow Elves now a decrepit reminder to what will happen to those who would rule with arrogance and ignorance. Without a name and the labels in its base and around the bore now a long lost language no one ever speaks. It was a weapon out of time, a weapon far too advanced for its time. All of the sudden, large panels opened, like huge fins of a fish, it revealed the innards of the weapon, its now lifeless pipes that would once blow off an immense amount of steam and the cannon creaked as it opened its rear breech that could easily be the size of a two storey building to load a nonexistent shell.
The autoloader even thought it was picking up its two stage ammo that wasn’t there still working as it was. With the gears and metal pulleys that were no longer there, the reduction gearbox and drive motors were still functional albeit all for show now. The loading process was slow but it was clean and perfect, and upon the autoloader’s boom and arm completing the process, the breech lock then pops in and a small quake was felt as the huge chunk of metal closes the breech access and the gun was ready to fire once again.
“Wow… not even the walls will save you from the shockwave this thing will produce from firing alone.”
“My Lord, had Tur not made something of this size?”
“The closest thing I can think of is the railway gun Dora from Earth, in our Second World War. But even with that, this thing still dwarfs it. The Men of the Woods once tried to make a Rail Gun but it was deemed too costly to operate and run.”
“Oh yeah, you had a World War amongst yourselves.”
“Thrice it happened. Not once did we build anything of this size. Maybe planned but no factory or nation is crazy enough to undertake a task of this size. The Elves must’ve had a long time of peace to assemble something like this. Ach-hoo! Damn it's cold!”
Hearing footsteps on the metallic ground, they face the hallway and an Elf presents himself. Wearing a noble ensemble with a purple toga over it and a scarf of gold and silver, he bows. Jackson could clearly see the ten rings on his fingers as the man stood a whopping height that even makes Bahamut look like a normal average height human female as he walked closer to them. With light make-up and clean cut hair, he smiles at the party of people.
“They indeed had a long time of peace. Names Doctor He’ruth Ugr, Professor of Saint Berthal in History and Politics. I am pleased to see Tourists still like to know the past of the land. History is a magnificent way to remind ourselves of the stories of the past and extract the painful lessons our ancestors shed blood to remember and learn.”
With a snobby Northern accent, the Elf then had his hands on his back as he walked forward to them and bowed to each of the people present.
“Names Jackson, Paul Jackson.”
“You may address me as Carmilla.”
“Countess Alana Minuit, pleased to be with you Sir Warranji.”
“Bahamut… got any food?”
“I sadly do not have any. But what I do have is an answer to your previous query Sir Jackson. The Curate Empire rarely had disputes amongst each other, and lesser amongst their citizens. In five years, there’d only be two or three recorded problems and it mostly stems from meager things that’s solved within an hour.”
“That’s… that’s an impressive society.”
“Of course. Before, Janishaire was called Periut by the Snow Elves. In its entire life, there have only been thirty recorded disputes.”
Alana on the other hand walks up to Paul and places her mouth near his ear. “M’Lord, didn’t Miss Julieanne mention about the Elves and Humans working together in the University? It might be a good time for you to ask.” the man nodded as he continued to listen to Warranji.
“This cannon was built not for the High Elves, or the Sea Elves. It was built to fight against the Demons. Upon the Second Reset, the Snow Elves decided they needed cannons, ones far greater than Elvennur’s. Thus this was constructed in the span of fifty years. Its parts come from all corners of Geraldia and its munitions from the Dark Elves who now reside in Schon.” He then walks over to a panel and points at the art depicting thirty Hyper Demons all with circles around them. Below it were ten more large metallic birds of unknown size, but seeing that its width was five Hyper Demons, Jackson could only shiver at the thought of the avian and its origins.
“Did the Dark Elves also live in Geraldia?”
“They did. Once a long time ago, they had two large regions to themselves. One here and another in Schon, but the ones in Geraldia were wiped out by the rebelling humans. The last of their kin still alive ran to the Demon Kingdom of Vitas who promised them land and titles. As he did to the last of the Giants.”
“No wonder I only met them in Schon, and the most I saw was when I was in Vitas with Bahamut.”
“Ah, you’ve made the trek to Schon before and the Demon Kingdom? How was it?”
“I… I was only there for a few minutes. We were walking into a labyrinth when the teleporter on it activated. We were transported on the outskirts of their city. That place was bleak, the soil had no life and a large gaping hole from when the Gods fought were the only things I can remember… Oh! Their Generals are scary.”
“Impressive. You Humans can be impressive from time to time. History does say your kind is the most chaotic yet unseemingly stark in trying times. What you saw there was the punishment of the Gods to those who pray to the Outer Gods. Their land is forever barren and dead, without a hint of life as they live in eternal cold.”
“Thank you. Uhm, can you tell me why this gun is pointing down into that peak?”
“That was where the Rebel King was, the gun was supposed to fire at him and his generals but the underground ammo complex was long destroyed. It never managed to do anything but pose.”
“Was the city hit by Sir Beadot?”
“M’Lord!”
“No worries woman. I am already far used to hearing that name, I live in this human city after all. Many of the Nobles who now rule this Region and Land were all once my students. But yes, the city was hit by Sir Beadot. Long piercing light came from his swords as he was flying, he carved the city down to its foundations, killing millions in mere moments. This place was its inner complex. The town named Gram, where the God of Humanity streaked down a sword made from his likeness was where the city onced reached its outer walls.”
“Sheeesh…”
“The last defenders of the city soon regrouped. Sadly, three weeks after, the Rebel King appeared and they didn’t stand much of a chance against a million humans when only a handful thousand remained. The Snow Elves' glorious city was wiped out, sacked, and whatever remained was looted.”
“Some history you got there. I don’t think there’s much to compare in Earth or Tur. Maybe Bahamut has but she hasn’t gotten over much of it yet.” He then leans over to him. “She still got that killing instinct in exterminating any Lizard or Demon she comes across.”
“I have, Master! Mars and I talked about it and it doesn’t hurt as much anymore. The Dragons glory was long over anyways. Me clinging to it was useless when everyone else had moved on.”
“Hm? A Dragon? In human form? Interesting. So even in the other world, you have all succumbed to humans?”
“We did not. We allied and befriended them. A mutual relationship where both sides help each other. Do not take it like how you Elves see each other nor the Dragons here, who has fully submitted to Humans so that their Isles could still fly. We are equals to Humans and both have had an intimate relationship for thousands of years now. Do not equate it to-”
Paul jogged to her and covered her mouth before she could say anymore.
“I am so so sorry for her words.”
“No, it’s fine. The Elves had made a lot of mistakes, I am open to hearing it so that it may not repeat itself.”
“Are you sure? Like, Dragons in Tur aren’t known for their subtlety, they will say it as they feel.”
“Hm. Would you think of me as a child? As if mere words would hurt me or my feelings? Pfft.” He chuckles as he returns to the panel and turns a switch off. Powering down the weapon and its generators. “We wouldn’t have had such a perfect society if we were to shy away from telling each other the truth.”
“Okay. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
He lets go of his cover and with Elizabeth and Alana, they walk nonchalantly to the hallway. Ready to run for it in case things got heated.
“Now what was it again?”
“Heh. You have some mantle you sharp eared snob. I am a Dragon, my words are akin to the gospels of your Gods. Each word I speak is an Ancient Spell. Know this, I have seen both the past and present, through the soul and body of Mors. Did I experience it all. Be hopeful it won’t happen once again.”
“Hahahahah, it seems that you Dragons of Tur has succumbed to the humans far more than the ones here in Threa.”
“As I said, we did not. We took this form and body for it was beneficial. When our flying Isles was shot down from the skies, we no longer could fly so freely. The Lizards in their spite even called upon the forces of Heaven and the Gods against us. In return, we killed the Gods and the forces of Heaven and our species lived. Now, only One True God remains, a mercy from Albion as he had gotten tired of fighting.” He then brings out a notepad from his Toga’s inner pocket and starts writing. Nodding and fixated in rapidly jolting down the words the Dragon is speaking. The two Vampires and the Human were impressed by his immediate change of stance, now holding a more stoic and serious face.
He’d then write extra notes on the paper as he continued to shift from one page to another. Making sure all of it was written and expressed as it was. With his arms crossed, Jackson just nodded at the Elven man and his stature as he respectfully stood by and listened to the Dragon’s words. Not daring to interrupt nor even look at her, he only listened and wrote what he could.
“Thus, Albion was tired after our long war against the Demons. They were the only ones who didn’t submit to us… and then the Empire of the Marshlands took advantage of it. After our long shunning of their entire existence, they went out to remove ours. I was all there, I didn’t waste a single day in not getting stronger and better.” He then nods as she concludes her lecture to him. Like a student who was listening to a teacher, he continued to write on his notepad as he raised his hand.
“Impressive, I would’ve loved to see such a war. But you lost to the Lizards? The Zirthans? Ahahahaha, the Scaled people of Threa could never do such a thing. There far too dumb and stupid for things like that.”
“Maybe you Elves have the arrogance and ignorance printed in your very soul? Nonetheless, do not make light of the other species. Lest you want it to happen again. We Dragons have learned, that is how we survived. When we allied with Humans and became Intimate with them, both the species thrived and became powerful together. Though I was against it at first…” she then turned to Jackson who was leaning on the metal railing of the platform with the two Vampires flanking his sides. He just smiles and waves at her. “I’ve learned to understand Man and why our Elders chose the path they did.”
Bahamut then starts to walk away. “I believe Master will soon visit your University. Is that allowed?”
“Oh, school premises are closed to outsiders unless they are from the Nobility or the Church. I apologize. But that’s the rule.”
“Well, Master?’
“Aw Hell… Wait…” rubbing his chin as Bahamut was slowly walking back to the exit, the man then realized something. “Looks like I’ll have to visit the Church Offices soon.” Elizabeth then tapped his shoulders and the group followed the Dragon as they exited the tourist destination.
“Well! Master, can we find a place to stay already? I wanna eat and sleep.”
“U-Uhm… sure. Guess we’ll continue our walk around the city tomorrow. Alana, Elizabeth?”
“Eh, sure. My Lord, can we at least stay in a Royal Hotel? The place the Countess’ employee has mentioned?”
“M’Lord, that would be the ones around the Cathedral.”
“Just be sure to hide your ears and fangs when looking out the window. That was one big Church.”
Walking back to the Cathedral, Jackson couldn’t help but feel restless as they reached the check in. The man on the Counter immediately eyes the proper man in such a peasantry look. “You a player?”
“Yeah. Guess the concepts of Hotels are a big thing for this world, huh?” the man on the desk just chuckled as he handed a pen and paper to the man together with a logbook all in International English. “Yeah. Always wanted to start one on Earth. But my job would never let me have enough money for this.” He then starts signing them, one by one. “I’m guessing the other hotels are also player owned? I doubt the Natives could catch up to something like this in a year.” Being inside one of the better hotels in the area. Having properly carpeting and even marble walls and pillars. Everything was just to the standard of the Vampires while Bahamut took her time at their restaurant, reading the menu closely.
The man in the reception desk then looks down then up to him. “Huh, what level are you? This is a pretty expensive room.” Jackson just chuckled as they were led to their room which was large enough for a Royal Family and their entourage. With food in the salted cellars and wine ready to be drunk. Without wasting time, the Dragon was already digging into the food while Jackson rested his body on the soft leather couch. The two Vampires sat down on the table checking all their clothes and accessories as the Elven employees brought up their large wardrobe boxes from their carriage outside to up on their room.
“Dang! Even the Elven helpers had a hard time pulling your boxes up here!”
“M’Lord, did you really have you bring your guns?”
“Yes. Leave the cases there on the floor. I’ll assemble them later.”
“You have something on your mind, don’t you M’Lord? I can sense it from here.”
“That’s cheating! Don’t use our Vampire contract to feel my emotions!”
“No, I am not. I just know it when you're up to something, M’Lord.”
“Ahahahahahaha, let’s just say I smell something afloat. I’ve had time to think about our walk here and I am kinda getting the gist of the situation.”
Soon, half the floor was full of their items and clothing. With the Vampires deciding to share the same room with their Lord and Bahamut having her Dragon bed brought to the Master’s bedroom. Jackson, rather than helping them, sat on the sofa. His face dimmed by the foreign Sun slowly sinking into the horizon as he put his hands together and the man went into deep thought. He’d rub his chin and stylishly cross his legs as he took in all the information they’ve gathered so far in their walk around town and from the people they’ve met.
The two Vampires proceeded to fold their clothes and prep the kitchen with the food they could fit in the cabinets. In one instance, Elizabeth tried to walk behind him but he merely ignored her. “Countess, Our Lord has that scary face on him once again.” He merely continued to think and ignore them as Alana was already preparing for dinner. Heating up the concrete hearth and the ingredients on the counter next to it. Before long, the woman was already busy cutting it all up and was boiling water.
Bahamut on the other hand was fast asleep in the main bedroom while Elizabeth used her fire magic to heat up a cup of tea and started reading some of the Novels Alana bought. But she couldn’t focus as she’d see her Lord in the corners of her view, still thinking to himself as he smelled the food that was being prepared.
“What’s for supper?”
“A traditional food of the Kingdom. Nuit Beer Soup.”
“Oh! That is a good one. How much cheese will you be putting in?”
“As much as I can. I remember my steward cooking this for me when I was a young Vampire. The beer helps with thirst, so I was fed a lot and no once did I get tired of it. Your Majesty, have you also cooked this?”
“I did. When I was still human, I do remember cooking almost everyday. But I’ve sadly long forgotten it. Alongside sewing and many other things. I’ve forgotten it all, and what replaced it was my noble life, my life as a lavish Queen of a Kingdom that never ages.”
“You should try to get back at it. I know the Mitts our Lord dons is your work.”
“Eh? Was it that obvious?”
“Of course. I should take it up, I feel like it would be a great addition to my repertoire of skills. I’ve been so busy doing paperwork and traveling I’ve forgotten the beauty of simpler things. Your Majesty, if you're willing, I can teach you.”
“Ahahahah, you entertain me a lot. After all this. I shall take up cooking too. I’ve already done my fair share in helping you prepare. A bit more interaction shouldn’t hurt.” She then lowers her book and turns to the man. Her sharp chin resting on her palm as she dangled her crossed leg underneath the table. “My Lord, what has made you reflect for a good two hours now?”
“I just thought about it… This problem we’ve taken. Maltese never disagreed with it nor questioned me about it.”
“Isn’t that a good thing, My Lord? Your superior trusts you?”
“No… that’s not him at all. That man will scrutinize every molecule if it assures victory… Elizabeth, how long has the Humans and Elves had problems with the Beast people?”
“Since the beginning of time. Differing species with differing beliefs, strengths and weaknesses. At least Elf and Human look alike. But the Beast men could vary from those who somewhat look Human to those outright beholden to their more animalistic looks like in Schon.”
“Now… with this information and the melting pot that is Janishaire and the Wolf Girl Priestess. Don’t you think this might end in A. A diplomatic ending where everyone shakes each other's hand… or…”
“Or?”
“A Military intervention involving lots of guns and violence.”
“Ahahaha, I do see what you mean, My Lord. I’ve only seen General Maltese for a few moments. He had such an innocent stature that I would’ve needed a few more encounters to fully read him.”
“Hence why I wanna know… does he intend to use everyone here to force A or B?”
“Either way, My Lord. It should unravel itself bit by bit. Learn what you must learn and the truth will show itself.”
“Hm. That’s good advice. Then, what’s for dinner?”
After a while, she was done with the soup. Made of melted cheese, bacon strips, garlic bread and croutons, she didn’t spare any effort in her presentation. Making sure the aroma was the same with the taste. She then moved to the meat.
Picking up the cast iron pan, she took the tenderloin and slapped it down a cooking board. Wrapping it with pepper and salt from a jar she had and down to the pan. She opens the doors to the hearth and with her palm opened, increases the heat using magic. Preparing the butter and thyme, she stylishly flipped the steak and played with the spoon and before long, their dinner was ready.
The first out was Bahamut, smelling the soup and steak prepared.
“You know Countess, I’ve been thinking about it, but that Steak recipe should become a traditional one for the Kingdom.”
“I am sure the Nobles and Commoners would love it. It’s a simple and quick recipe. In the human cookbooks, they do not use magic but with our version. We would use my method, a bit of fire magic and air magic to really get the taste out, Your Majesty.”
“Hm! Enact it when we return, make a recipe and submit it to the Council and have them debate it. I am sure those fools would gladly accept it, nothing statiates their hunger better than a meat to devour.”
“Haaaaaaah… what are you two Bloodsuckers talking about? Is food ready?”
“Hm. M’Lord, it's your favorite.” the man claps his hands as he prepares himself for the good meal infront of him. “Bahamut, be sure to slow down and let everyone have their share.”
“Sure, sure, Master. Haaaah…”
Wearing her Masters shirt meant for his General uniform, the long sleeve was just barely large enough to cover up her lower privates as she rocked a pair of white thongs that revealed her bosom rear. Outside their windows, the floating heat lamps were slowly lowered down with magic as people in black robes collected them and the only ones that remained were along the main roads and the Cathedral. Some of them would stay. Cleaning the road and collecting manure while others would take their time to melt black ice and other dangers from the intense cold that was occurring as night fell to the city and darkness imbued every corner of it.
Most of the smaller streets and alleyways were now covered in a thicker shade of snow and ice, as the source of heat was taken away and the harsh climate of the mountains touched the fortress city that stood atop of it. Nothing was safe and very few people were out. As the foreign Moon and its little orbiting friend came to the blackened skies, there was no life outside at all and the streets were completely empty and devoid of life. What’s left was a ghastly sight of a Fortress city that’s long asleep and silent. With very little lighting on some of its deeper corners.
Before long. It was dead at night and Jackson dons his usual black suit and great coat. Leaving the room and going down to the street where he trembles at the darkness in some sections of the city. Going to the Cathedral just across the street, it was at night service and the holy place was packed full with people. Looking around, he could see the place was guarded from top to bottom. With even the Ministers having access to magic as he could feel the Mana was swirling about the place rapidly. Swimming from one side to another.
He then changes direction and starts to walk around it, inspecting its exterior and looking at the perimeter fence that surrounds it. With sharp pointed tops, he walked to it and touched it. He could feel an electric presence from the metal and soon shifted to look at its back. The back door was also guarded by heavy Knights with shields at stand. They’d take shifts in every hour as the garden was tendered too by some Ministers on night duty. He could also notice there were tables and even large pots packed on the side of it alongside folded wooden tables and chairs.
Shrugging, the man then walks across the street and starts trekking through the empty city. With icicles hugging the windows of the buildings, little light was on except the crystallized street lamps whose glass was clouded with snow. Lowering the shine they could emit. In some of the alleyways, the hairy Ox and Cows he’d often see were tucked in them with hay and a makeshift tarp roof over them.
Walking down the main road even more, he reaches the end of the heat lamps that remained. Closing the buttons of the black great coat he wore. The man lonesomely went from block to block till he accidentally reached a park and opposite of it was a large white structure. With five large white pillars in front of it to support its roof, it flew the flag of Gareth and the Holy See. “Is that the Holy See Offices Julieanne mentioned?” He then walks across the street. Hopping across the dangerous slippery ice on the stone road.
Going to the park, he silently observes the grunts in chainmail and fur coated tabard, wielding lancers and polearms; they stand at ease as a Priest in blue Robes enters inside. A familiar face he had seen, the same one from the first checkpoint walking in with a bag on both hands.
Inside the recreational place, the lamps had a circle of melted snow around it. Seeing this, he walks up to one and reaches out his gloved hands. “Ahhhhhh… if only Earth had stuff like this.” His breath could no longer be seen and he was comfy enough to unbutton his coat. He onced again looked around and there was no one, the windows were all clouded and the lights all seemed so dim. Alone in the park, he sat down on a bench that was next to a lamp and stretched his arms and legs. He observed the Holy Offices from afar. Merely looking at the stance of the guards and seeing the gate on its side that leads to its rear. Flanked by three storey buildings, there was no way he could peek inside without having to properly go around the block and into its back.
Above him, the stars were so clean and bright. He reached his hands out as if to touch and catch one. The snow coated most of the trees and leaves, and the monument in the middle of the park was covered in white. All he could make out was the horse it was riding and its valiant cape in full spread. Curious, he stood up and walked to the plaque bolted onto its base. To his surprise, it had an English version meant for Outworlders visiting the attraction. “To Baron Janishaire of King Baresh, the first human nobles of Geraldia. To them we owe this city and its walls.” he then looks up to the statue, still unable to make out the person.
His eyes once again wandered to the clear sky. Dark is the night, but its solemnity didn’t overtake the lone human standing in a land of cold and numbing white. He kept his posture and inhaled the air. Like an immovable log, the chilly wind didn’t affect him, nor moved him. He simply stood and took in the winter city. The buildings around him, having been close to the park, weren't as affected by the ice as much and he could make out the etched and drawn carvings on their stone and plastered walls. Some of snakes, some of birds, others of dragons. Each wooden door was also carved with an animal or weapon.
They were also beautifully painted. Much like so many other large towns and cities he’d been in. Underneath the cold exterior of the city was one that was vibrant and lovely, with colors of many types in every corner and part. He could only sigh at the timing he had arrived and his inability to fully appreciate the care and attention each family and household took to making their house look presentable to everyone in the city.
“Master?” He then turns around to see the figure of a woman just a bit taller than him hidden in the shadows. “Oh, Bahamut. What made you wake up in the middle of the night?”
He didn’t turn to look at her once again as he returned to inspect and observe each and every building in the surroundings of the Holy Offices. Looking deeply into the designs that were printed on them and the entryways he could find and see.
“The food was so good, Master. But I felt your presence leave the area.”
“Ahahaha, Alana is really getting good right? She took my recipe and made it ten times better. She has a knack for this.”
“Heh, but I still love yours the most, Master.” She then moves out of the shadow and enters his perimeter. But he didn’t look at her, just continuing to turn his back at the Dragon as he continued to check the area.
“Hm. It's just like back then right? We’d stop by inside a forest and we’d unpack my pot or pan and we’d start a fire. Just the two of us, eating together.”
He then stood up and continued to walk around the buildings that faced the park. His hands on his back as he looked up and down on the foreign art before him. His oxford shoes made a light knack as he stepped on the cobblestone sidewalks and the curvy figure of a woman stalking him from behind as he started to walk around the block.
“It has already been a year, and it already felt like a century, Master. I guess this is what it feels like for you.”
“It’s been long hasn’t it been?”
He looked up as snowflakes started falling, the warm embrace of the stars covered by the clouds.
“It has, Master. It has been long.”
Soon, a flake fell upon the brim of his fedora. Just with a leaf that detached from its root, the snow gently fell on the man. Whose face was lit up by the street lamp. He seemed younger to her, with a smile on his face and a sparkle in his eyes as he took in the foreign world before him, full of strange things and strange art he had never seen nor experienced before. Bahamut smiled as she unfolded an umbrella which he heard.
“It’s a pretty city, isn’t it Master?”
“Hm. It has its bad parts too, but… the humans of Threa did a good job to build over all the death and pain that rested upon this soil for millennia. Just like any human would do.”
“To move on from the past and build something new?”
“Right. Ahahaha.” He then turns to face Bahamut. “Do you have an extra umbrel- WHAT ARE YOU WEARING?!” He then runs to her and his face is full of confusion and color.
“What? It's lingerie.”
“LINGERIE?! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO ONLY WEAR THAT AT THE ROOM!”
Bahamut wore her skimpy panties accompanied by a thin bra, if one could even call it that. With mere strings holding up the small covers that revealed most of her large breasts that seemed ready to spill with the bra only perfectly covering her areola, and the lingerie she wore being a mere stylish thin piece of cloth that did little to prevent you from seeing her pale skin underneath and her more sexy curves. With a gothic design to it that has the black flowers of the Abyss, she was basically wearing nothing but a Bra and a pair of white skimpy panties on top of a see through nightwear. Her long legs were bare and feet exposed to the cold sidewalk
Jackson looked around and saw that no one was about except the grunts who were way back in the large steps that lead to the doors of the Holy Offices. Flushed with red, he removed his coat and gave it to her. But the woman flat out rejected it and merely walked around him to avoid his attempts to cover her.
“Master, I don’t need it.”
“WHAT?! You're literally naked right now!”
“Ahahahaha, there is no one to see but us.”
“Look! The guards are right there, if they see you!”
“Don’t worry, Master. We’re far from their block.”
She then circles around him, holding up the umbrella as she dogged his coat again and again. Her tracks on the snow rounded the man as he walked around him.
“I am a Dragon after all. I am always naked, you know?”