The group of Generals then approached the Adventurers as they were chatting with each other. After some few hours of talking and chatting, the players of Eldwood have now been updated with the world. Midway through the conversation, the generals turned themselves into their human forms and continued to listen. Though Ingraine and Grifvet were happy to explain and converse with them, Eattare and Pierence could see the disgruntled faces on the Generals as they went on. Some would look above as if to ask a higher being to save them while others look down, in deep thought of what they're gonna do now.
After the conversation, the adventurers were sent to a hotel inside the city where it was still relatively liveable. They boarded an M939 Army truck to transport them. The generals sat down on an airport bench with Bahamut flying over Paul, happy to be reunited with him once again. But the atmosphere below her was heavy and sad. As the generals realize what the natives of the land see them as, Foreign Outworlders and even Invaders. After pondering his thoughts, they all overloaded themselves and their morale plummets.
“I feel tired.”
Being the Leader, Hassan is visibly tired. Not in his usual Tiger-like aura of pure leadership, wisdom, and manhood. Even the Veteran player had to take a breather from taking it all in. The Generals on the other had finally realized the bigger picture of their situation. John being the first.
“We’re absolutely gonna FUCKING DIE.”
“I guess us being sweaty nerds finally got the punishment we deserved. Why can’t I just have a normal life? This shits fucked.”
“But some of us are actually contributing to society like me. I’m a Software Engineer. I might be a sweaty nerd but I help my country and the company I work for. This is bullshit… to think I lived through World War Three just to end up in this situation.”
“Hey now, How about me? I’m running a transport business. I worked my ass off to make good money and become successful. Just like you guys, I never had a romantic time in my life since I was pouring all my time into this shit. Fuck. To think I fought in World War Three just to end up like this.”
“Well, if we’re gonna die. We might as well stand till we breathe our last breath. I say we go out, send everything we have and fight everyone.”
“Look, they misunderstood us. We can still make peace with them and we still have to know if the League of Modern Guilds still exists.”
“Didn’t you hear them? Ingraine told us all we needed to know. That bitch Sword Saint sold us out to the Kingdom. THEY EVEN HAVE A FUCKING HERO TO GO AFTER US. That Prince something something motherfucker.”
They were all trembling and their fists clenched in anger and fear. The tough Generals never looked so vulnerable, now with their shells broken. They’ve all been exposed for the true men they are. Normal, and uninteresting but some looked high, their chests puffed out and their hands on their chin. Thinking deeply within themselves.
“I don’t know about you guys, but I’m gonna continue and set up a defensive perimeter. That mother fucker with the Hero skill can come at us all he wants. But we’re sure to make it costly for them.”
General Matthew, being the head of the Defensive Armies, was already looking at ways to defend their city. Knowing that their enemies had not reached their technological level, he knows he can make do with a few thousand skeleton soldiers and armored vehicles.
“I might as well lead a team of Delta or Ranger skeletons into that Castle of Saviour and fucking call a Hellfire on their asses. I don’t know how much magic has changed but I didn’t build a Stealth Knight for nothing.”
“Guys, they already hate us. Let’s not give them more reasons to do so. Let us gather around and prepare for a defense. Matthew is correct, we must stand tall against them and defend our land. Because it is the only option we have. But after this, we must look into negotiating and talking. War cannot be our only method.”
Hassan’s old face was not only brewing with confidence but also a sinister side. He also knows they can create devastating casualties with their weapons and if it's true that none of the people of the land uses modern arms, they can easily force the Kingdoms to a truce.
“Roger that, then this means we’ll all be on defense duty.”
“We don’t even know what’ll happen when we die. It’s it a trope in this type of thing where we respawn on a Church or something? We also need to set up a Logistical line. We have Artificers up North but without the necessary metals, we won’t be able to replace anything.”
“But for now, it is best we treat this as one life, we die. We also never built one near here. The nearest Churches would be the ones inside the player Kingdoms that got strangely teleported here too as stated by our friends from this strange land.”
“So even death isn’t an option? Are we that fucked right now? Because I was planning on getting the noose.”
“Shut your mouth man. We still have hope. Let’s cling to that and try our best.”
“A Hero though. What bad luck do we have? Any plans now?”
After that sentence only the flapping on Bahamuts wings could be heard as she landed on top of Paul’s visor. The little Dragon was perfectly the size of his hat, giving her a comfy mode of transport.
“I guess I can call in the B-Fifty two bombers up North and South. We have one shot though as those two air bases are very far and we do not have satellites, not like in Dark World VR where there’s artificial ones for our player maps, there’s nothing here. Maybe those Space Faring Guilds who've been trying to send rockets up to space could help us.”
“I guess so. We can also have reserve bombers that will be refueled by our Stratotankers. Mid air refueling might take a while though but they’d basically be the second wave if they bring a gigantic army.”
“This might be my last moments of living. But I ain’t going out without banging an Elven girl! Let’s go!”
“What a cruel life we lived. None of us ever got a girl, we got Nine to Five jobs and all hate living. But this might give us a second chance at everything, we have power here and we can do much more than we can back in our world.”
“Oy! I’m married with two kids!”
“Fuck off John! This is my moment.”
Hassan stands up, lifting his hand in a fist and smiling. His old stature was full of hope, like an old car that still has some miles left on its tank, he shows his Officers just how much hope he has in his heart.
“Then let us depart. Maybe now we may mope around, Let it be, I’m sure it hasn’t sunk in for many of us.. I know our life is tough. We’re not like Elizadeath who has a big following as a Streamer. We’re just a small group of people who have an interest in the same thing. But what I do know is that you guys are the finest pieces of human beings I’ve met. It would be a shame if we’re all just gonna lie down here and accept things as they are. Allah knows that good soldiers will get a good place in Heaven. Let us fight, better fight to die like a Hero than let the world see us as cowards.”
John looks up, agreeing with him. Like a confident officer, he holds himself high. Knowing it's time to shine.
“You're right. But it's a shame that we’re once again being hunted down. Like we’re Evil people. We’re just people. Not Evil or Good. But both. Ah fuck, I’m so confused right now, I hope the Men of the Woods are here.”
“Calm down John. I don’t think we’re truly seeing the full photo here. We might have a rivalry with Elizabeth. But I highly doubt it's that one dimensional. There must be something far deeper that we don’t know of happening at this very moment.”
Tears begin falling down their eyes as the situation further sinks into them. Their well ironed uniforms began getting wet as they swept their tears. Trying to hold up their pride as men. Some of them began wailing and bawling. The dams finally shatter as they all put themselves into the position they’ve been given. Slowly, they changed their stances and their eyes began to be filled with motivation.
“I always… wanted to get a girlfriend before dying… I guess I’m gonna die alone.”
“No, it will happen. We MUST live! For now, fight and live, and later. Let’s sort it all out.”
“I’ll probably never get back to my Barber shop in Dubai…”
“Fuck growing old I guess… we’re gonna go out with a boom.”
“Calm down guys, this isn’t my first rodeo and I’m telling you all now.” General Paul brushes his eyes. “Cry later, act now. Let it sink but don’t let it get to you, there’s things to be done.”
“As the head of the Expeditionary Force. I’ll go far and wide and find an exit. They should be out. There has to be one.”
“I guess if there’s a way in… there’s a way out.”
“Ahahahaha, I guess we will give those normies a run for their money.”
“With the amount of firepower we have. We can take on at least half the entire continent… I hope.”
“I don’t even want to get into the grit and dirt of the logistics of such a war but if it has to be done, I’ll go through it. For us and what we stand for. But if other player Kingdoms are here, then so must be the other Modern guilds.”
“A hundred million Angels are singing for us men. Let us stand, they see us as unjust, we see ourselves as just. Let us hear the Pipers of Heaven and fight with our arms until we draw out our last breath.”
The generals wipe their tears as they collect themselves, their uniforms and pants soaked in tears from their eyes. All of them are now confident and in strong intimidating postures, full of courage and fear. Hastily readied themselves to take on the new world.
After a few minutes, they all stood up and made a circle once again like a bunch of friends talking behind a school, to discuss their next moves. Their arms were on each other's shoulders, with their heads leaned in as they chatted.
“I’ll set up a defensive position. The open plains that we have now are perfect for our Main Battle Tanks. I’ll train our rocket and conventional artillery on the open plains. I’ll blow them all to Kingdom come. John, Elmer. I hope both of you can contribute to this and provide Air and Naval support.”
“And it came to pass, as he sowed, some fell by the wayside, and the fowls of the air came and devoured it up. Mark Four-Four. You have my backing Matthew, I have one third of the USAF’s air power in my grasp, though it's nothing compared to what the Men of the Woods has, it should be enough for the situation we have. From high altitude bombers to supersonic planes. They shall hear the Trumpet sounds, the Trumpet sounds of Hell’s bombs dropping upon them from high above the skies.”
“I’m not much religious myself, but I now see the fragility of my mortality. Just as Noah parted the Seas, I’ll part their armies with the sounds of my guns. Nine four hundred six millimeter guns and nine more on the way.”
“Where did our Dry dock go anyways?”
“I’ve talked to Asayama san, he’s said it's about two thousand miles away. Though that’s just a trip to the Grocery store for our ships, the River that’s currently connecting to the Lake where our ships are landlocked is not a pleasing invitation. We’ll have to send those scouts and see if it can fit a carrier with a battleship in tow. Strangely, the smaller Piers and Outposts with no Mana Cores did not teleport.”
“That’s why I’m here. I’ll send an OH-Fifty Eight Foxtrot Two Kiowa’s to scout out the River. Let’s hope it becomes a Fjord.”
“I might as well send some F-Sixteens with drop tanks and scout out the place. Dennis, since you're the R&D guy, got any SatNav stuff?”
“Do I look like Inspector General to you? Hell no. Rocket technology is something we can achieve but we might actually need to call engineers for that one. Have you tried finding a blueprint for an Apollo rocket on the Internet? That crap looks like it's meant for nerds more nerdy than us. And we’re freaking nerdy. So the only way I can see for GPS to work is to contact the weirdos from that Space Guild.”
“I see, do you remember where they’re at?”
“Well… hmmm… The land has changed, so I don’t know. We also have a rough idea on how large the continent is. If Sir Grifvet’s word is right, that Besel means a meter after doing some checking with him, then the continent might be as wide as seven thousand kilometers.”
“Okay here we go again. CAN WE FIRST MAKE AN MSR?”
“Ah, yes. An MSR. So how are we gonna make Main Supply Routes here? We have to first scout the place.”
“I might as well send my Marines to scout for resources.”
“I’ll send some of my men too.”
“I’ll do the same. Scout the River and find resources on the flip side.”
“Do we know what we’re looking for exactly?”
“I think we’ll do it by surface mining. Basically we’ll look for parts of the Soil that have obvious minerals mixed with them. Right now, metals with the characteristics of lead are mostly required. Blow it and see if it goes deeper. Then, the mining operation commences.”
“We already have mining vehicles used for our resource gathering. Looks like it's time to call Francis.”
“Ah shit. More mining? Okay, I’m in.”
“Our Mining vehicles are down South right?”
“No worries, my C-Five M Super Galaxy can carry them here in no time.”
“Okay, we have a plan to get resources, scout the river and expand our sights. Paul, since your incharge of the ground forces, I’d like you to coordinate with James in making contact with the Natives. Your pet dragon Bahamut already made contact with them. So start there.”
“Alrighty then. Bahamut, what have you been up to huh?”
“Sleeping… Eating and Freeing Master.”
Paul, shocked from hearing Bahamut’s more womanly voice, he stumbled and fell in his butt while the other generals unholstered their guns and pointed them at the air. Bahamut could only laugh at the pitiful sight of well dressed men panicking as if a Ghost appeared before them. All of them only used her more monstrous and deep dragonic voice.
“SINCE WHEN COULD YOU TALK LIKE THAT?!”
“Ever since we came here Master.”
“As the Leader… I have no words with such a voice.”
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John gets a devilish smirk on his face and slides next to Paul whose face is still dumbfounded by the kitten sized dragons’ womanly voice.
“Hey Paul, you said no girl would get near you right? Look at Bahamut.”
“I’m sorry but where did I stutter on the race?”
“Hahahahahaha! This is your chance to become a man.”
“Fuck you guys. I know you are all still virgins like me! Except you John, since you already have kids.”
“Yooooo! Fuck you nerds! I got pussy!”
“Hey don’t look at me. I’m from the Middle East.”
“But at least hearing Bahamut now is nicer to the ears.”
Bahamut then crawls down from the General's hat and down to his shoulder.
“Master, can I eat?”
“No. Again with food? Even in another world you're still as gluttonous as ever. Hays.”
Paul was still shocked from hearing his companion’s new voice.
“Well, at least hearing you talk now it's ten times better. You can no longer spook me with a sexy voice like that following me around. Heheheheh…”
The General then proceeded to rub her belly, making the dragon get on its back and expose its weaker spot to let him give her the daily rubs.
“Yes, there Master. More~”
With the little dragon's soft and motherly voice, the Generals all instinctively looked away. Embarrassed to hear her moan sensually from the rubs.
“Heh, heh. Rest all you want, we have a long day ahead of us and guys,c’mon. We’re all adults.”
“H-how can you say that! Your dong is also up! It's literally piercing through your pants!”
“Guys c’mon. Let us all act professionally and be good men.”
Paul just continued to rub Bahamut’s belly as she let out more amorous moans to the airport lobby. Many of them laugh off the situation. The heavy atmosphere was lightened a bit by the event. The uninteresting looking men, with faces you can forget after a day actually looked more attractive than usual. With their usual blank and empty faces replaced with smiles, the men all then fix their uniforms. Using water while the others fire magic to clean themselves of tears.
The generals said their goodbyes to one another and then dispersed to different directions, all with their objectives in mind. After some time of driving in a Humvee, Paul and Bahamut enter the cityscape. Bahamut slept nicely on the General's leg like a house cat who had a long day as the general scratched the top of her head, in between the two horns behind her eyes.
The city was calm once more with just some skeleton soldiers going door to door, looking for remnants while others load the huge amount of corpses up on dump trucks and dump trailers to be burned. The huge cleansing gave the Guild’s skeleton soldiers new levels from their sheer brutality in the fight. The Humvee stops at Hotel Shadilay. Below the large sign “Named after Airbase Shadilay, thanks to its Commander General Ripper for sponsoring this establishment!” Its lights are all on and its marble lobby was being cleaned by the soldiers.
The Humvee stops at the reception area and a skeleton Sergeant greets him. He picks up Bahamut and puts the sleeping Dragon in his jacket’s inner pocket.
“Player name Goofiman, real name David, sir.”
“Sergeant David, pleased to meet you. General Paul, How are our guests?”
“They’ve been very cooperative and have been wanting to explore the city sir.”
“Where are they now?”
“Topside sir. On the courtyard in Floor Thirty.”
“Here we are having mental breakdowns while they enjoy a vacation. What a time to be alive. How’s the other members of Eldwood? Are they taking this good?”
“Many of us want to go home sir. But we just got a briefing on your plans. Many of us also agree this is what we should do first. But what if there’s no exit sir? What’re we gonna do?”
“One problem at a time, Sergeant. One problem at a time.”
“I guess so, would you please follow me sir.”
The Sergeant then leads the General to one of the working elevators which takes them up to the 30th floor. He sees the large courtyard guarded by soldiers while Ingraine and the others in their Swimwear, having a good time by the pool. Eattare’s body, with her thin and curvy structure quickly caught his eyes and her big breasts were cherry on the top.
“You have good taste sir.”
“Fuck you.”
“Well, here we are sir. What do you want to do now?”
“I’ll transform into my skeleton form, wait.”
Paul quickly casts transmutate, changing his body into that of a skeleton. He opened the sliding glass door into the courtyard and could see the wonderful sight in front of him with the city’s skyline in the background. He approaches Grifvet who was sitting by the pool by himself.
“Bahamut has told me you're one of the people who made first contact with her. Let me start by saying my thanks. My little dragon friend here, as you know, is very thankful for your cooperation.”
“No problem sir Knight! I only wanted to know who you were. The man who tamed a Dragon God.”
A bit shocked by the compliment, Paul could only smile inside as he was called a Knight even though he knows he’s not one. He scratches the back of his head, forgetting his silky black hair and Caucasian skin isn’t there.
“I’m happy and all but where did you get the idea I’m a Knight?”
“Bahamut told me you’ve slain Dragons and many foes with a sword while doing valiant deeds. You also seem smart and rich just from your posture and voice.”
“Ahhh… yes, but I am by no means a Knight. I simply wear armor and wield a sword. Truth to be told, I don’t even know how to wield a sword in real life, Dark World gives one many abilities they wouldn’t even imagine having. I did train with the sword but not in real life. My Avatar has more muscles and reflexes than I really do. On the other hand, could you tell me what I’m expecting if I were to ever travel to the Holy Kingdom of what it was… James?”
“Mhm. Well, you’d have to go through the Kingdom of Meilurious first as this is where your great city is located. Get an adventurer's card and register yourself unless you're willing to pay the fine for immigration..”
“I see… yeah I’d rather not pay, where do I get this Adventurers Card and how free is it?”
Pierence, who was on the other side of the pool having fun splashing water at Eattare notices the two having a conversation. Curious, he swims to the two and enters the conversation.
“Ah, you must be Pierence. Pleased to meet you again.”
“As to you too, Lord Jackson”
“No need to call me Lord, that’s far too formal. Paul is enough. Me and Grifvet here are having a conversation about going to the Holy Kingdom of James and sorting this thing out before it gets bloody.”
“Ahhh, I see. Well, you guys aren’t really Evil so I guess they’d hear you out as long as you don’t make a commotion. Many people would panic if you were to ever arrive in a metal bird.”
“I get that, so I guess I’ll have to make contact in a less intimidating form.”
“I’d recommend not going to such a Holy Kingdom in Skeleton form by the way.”
“I guess I’ll have to turn into my human form then. This is getting complex, very complex as… we’re getting chased by a certain Guild and if they ever see my face, I’m done for.”
“Yep, you’ll have to. You’ll be instantly attacked by the Gate Guards. Skeletons are closely related to the Demon King’s forces.”
“Yea, I see that.”
The skeletal Sergeant taps Paul’s left shoulder and whispers
“We have news. General James’ Drone spotted a huge amount of movement of Dragon riders and ships about thirty miles from here, they’re using the River to rapidly transport men and equipment with Galleons and Man O Wars and such. It looks like they’re making the move sir.”
“Did he say how long we’ll have?”
“He said we’d have a few days at least.”
“Damn It! We’ll have to put up defenses immediately. Okay, get the armor to roll to the outskirts. We’ll have to deal with this, these are strict orders from me. HOLD FIRE.”
“A three kilometer free fire zone was also being set up, General James and Matthews are currently in the frontlines building statics and trenches. They’re immediately requesting your presence there.”
He stands up and he bows to the Adventurers and hurriedly exits the courtyard and goes back down into the Humvee in the reception area. The city was once again alive from the sudden news, military vehicles were once again driving through it, headed to the open plains
After a few minutes, the Humvee stops next to a dirt road outside the city, the plains surrounding the path were full of trucks and armored vehicles all gearing up and prepping for the defensive line they’re about to finalize.
After walking about and checking the preparation, the dust billowing from the dirt road was annoying him as Bahamut peacefully slept inside his jacket. He approaches one of the skeleton soldiers, he looks at his vest and sees he has a name, Samir. He asks him where the commanding officer was.
The man replies immediately and he walks to the direction given to him, civilian construction trucks pass by him. From Mixer trucks to Dump trucks joined up on the pile of heavy equipment. He soon finds the command vehicle and approaches James who was talking to the other players of the Knights of Eldwood. “Yea, Carl. Set up some concrete bowls over there to the left and place TOWs. Make sure you dig a hole next to it for its missiles.” he then faces the other Officer just to be met with Paul, still in his formal wear and Bahamut whose head is sticking out of his jacket. Smelling the muffin on his desk.
“Ah, we’re bringing out the tank killers huh?”
The busy players salute to the newly arrived General and he salutes back, they take a step back to let the two generals have a conversation as Bahamut slithers her away out of his jacket and sneaks its way to John’s desk where she devours his chocolate muffin without mercy. Slowly. After a few hours of talking and planning, the Sun sets in the distance and the silhouette of the city’s enormous glass and concrete buildings can be seen clearly from afar. Peeking from the Hilltops.
“I’m sending a Platoon of Abrams and the Stryker MGS. The One o Five millimeter ones.”
“Yea, I’m gonna need lots of those and High Explosive rounds. Also, tomorrow you’ll be taking the adventurers back to the Capital City.”
“Wait, I’m the one who’s supposed to do that?”
“Yessir. Escobar doesn’t have the translation skill. So he can’t understand anyone or anything.”
“So that explains why I can understand them. I always thought they’re speaking English.”
“Yea no. It's some strange language we don’t know. It’s only because of our Eldritch Knight skill Ancient Translation which we use to understand the Dark Arts is why we get what they’re saying.”
“Ahhh damn. Well, I better prepare my mighty steed.”
“How’s Bahamut doing that? Where is she?”
“In here, inside my jacket’s pocket. She can peep out like a tanker popping out of the turret hatch if she wishes...” he sees behind him is Bahamut sleeping ontop of the plate where three muffins were supposed to be.
“Ah, well you better prepare for a long haul. You might as well use her as an opportunity to scout out the foreign land.”
“O-oh yea totally, we’re technically one of the big players of this continent now. Heh heh heh.”
“Uh huh. You better make yourself look like a decent human being.”
“Dude, before we got transported here. I ran a business. This is a Cakewalk.”
“Says the guy that got defeated by the Sword Saint.”
“Hey look, hitting women is one thing, but sword fighting one? And one that has the blessing of the Divine? Heck no.”
“Yea I thought so. Look, we’re high on their list of threats if they’re going as far as to launch a combined assault against us. If you can, contact their higher ups or something and tell them we aren’t here to invade the land and enslave the innocent and other stuff like that.”
“I’ll try, but I won’t promise anything.”
John’s hand tries to pick up a muffin but instead gets spiked by the little dragon's back.
“Ow!”
“Oops. Come Bahamut! Let’s make a run for it!”
He jogs back to his Humvee and the players once again approach James, giving the two an opening to escape. As the car goes back to the city, the tiring day puts him to sleep on the backseat.
“You know I’ve had a bad day when riding a Humvee gets me to sleep.”
“Rest now Master. A long week is ahead of you.”
“Yeah, just wait a bit. I freaking hate these things. There’s a reason why we leave captured Humvees for the desert to take. Who’s ingenious idea was it to make this rustbucket capable of going above Fifty Five Miles per hour? Grrr.”
After finding the sweet spot, the man could feel his tired body wanting to put him to sleep. The city’s tall buildings could be seen with the Sun’s light glaring at it. He could only contemplate if he’s ever gonna go back home and finish his deeds before dying. Bahamut joins him in the somber atmosphere, even though he’s in skeleton form, forgetting to turn back to human. The little dragon senses his sadness and makes her way to his shoulder.
There, she rubs her scaly and armored head to Paul’s skeletal jaw. The two then look over the setting sun as the Humvee struts along the road with the setting sun in front. When they reached the airport, the otherworld’s Sun was already gone and the foreign Moon with its satellite was already rising. He wanted to sleep but he got bombarded by Lieutenants and Colonels in the Terminal. All the players were asking him various questions about the defense and the possibility of a counterattack or even a preemptive strike at the gathering Medieval armies.
As the Moon flies over the Terminal. It was still bustling with military vehicles coming in and out of the parking lot. Though no aircraft was flying, it was still a busy atmosphere. Paul was resting on an Airport bench in the main terminal. In his human form, his chest was facing the open sky and Bahamut was sleeping on top of it like a cat. His eyes were wide awake, staring at the sun roof that reflects the stars of this world.
Heavy in thought, all he could think of was his current situation. “Is there even an exit?” “Will I have to kill again with my own hands?” “Is there an end to this?” On the other hand, he wants to turn his body to the side and relax but can’t as Bahamut was peacefully sleeping ontop of his chest. He awkwardly attempts to move the small Dragon but instead wakes her up accidentally.
“Hmm…. mmm… Yes Master?”
He still couldn’t believe such a small creature could speak like an adult woman in her early thirties with such a soft and motherly voice. As if every word she’d speak would give you comfort and a place to retreat to.
“Oops. I was… uhhh trying to move you a bit. Sorry.”
“No worries Master. Were you unable to sleep?”
“Yea, I was trying to think. This situation is far beyond me and my friends. I really just want to go home and sleep. I already miss so many things.”
“As thou had said. One problem at a time.”
“Yea, I guess so.”
“You have been through situations such as this, I fully trust one’s leadership.”
He reaches his hands upward, as if to grasp the stars piercing through the Terminal’s sunroof. Lingering thoughts waving through his mind as the busy atmosphere of the airport drowns out the sudden loneliness he feels. Skeleton soldiers were out and about, loading military crates and deploying into the different parts of the cities to conduct patrols and sweeps.
“It’s really interesting that you have such a womanly voice.”
“Hm, well with more power available now. I can switch my voice to something you’d like Master and from our years of being together, you seem to like the more mature women.”
“Ahahahahah well, I am old. Can’t really go for the younger ones. But good job with the voice, it's great. Way better than your older one that literally sounds like the voice a boss would have… well you were a boss and a pretty damn hard one to kill but at the same time, ain’t really great to hear everyday.”
“Then I shall keep this voice then. Seeing you happy is good enough for me, Master. Let us roam this foreign world together and take it on… together.”
“Just like a Tuesday. Bwahahaha!”
“Anything else Master?”
“Yea, how come you can turn into a giant Dragon God now? The biggest you can turn to is the size of a bus. Not a literal skyscraper like that one.”
“The Seven Pillars that once held down thine powers are not existent here. Thus enabling thee to have her full form. Would Master like to ride my back in my mountain sized form?”
“Hehehehehe good good… I have a full powered Dragon Goddess on my side. Hehehehehe…” Bahamut looks worriedly as the man nefariously rubbed his hands together while slouching accompanied by an evil grin. “Well, tomorrow we have a long ride. We can’t go straight to the Capital city as the gathering army would instantly spot us. We’ll have to go around and stop by the Western side of this Kingdom.”
Knowing that he has the power of a Dragon God within his grasp, he makes a devilish smile. Bahamut then recalls some information she got from adventuring a bit.
“I’ve heard that its shores are near the Demon King’s continent of Schon or something.”
“I should be scared, I’ve fought Demonic Knights before. This feels so odd since I kinda know what to do but at the same time know they’re actually more, I guess, Sentient than before. I have to consider their lives too. This is one dilemma I’m encountering though but better me than them in the end.”
“It is better to not think about the details, Master. Don’t overload yourself with all these thoughts. Killing can be a chore if it means surviving.”
“Yup, done it before. Shouldn’t be hard to do it again. It’s only been a few years. I better mentally prepare myself then. This is the Medieval times anyways. I'm sure seeing death is not uncommon.”
“Mhm. I’m sure you can pull through. You’ve been through worse before and I was there with you all the way.”
“Yea, but you weren’t really talking with such a soothing and motherly voice, more so roaring so I still have to get used to a little Dragon that has a very mature and sexy female voice next to me all the time.”
“Best rest now.”
Seeming that the airport bench was all metal, he had to look around the airport.
“Bahamut, find me a pillow. I’ll look behind the baggage counters. You, second floor.”
“Of course Master.”
The two part ways as Bahamut flies upwards, gaining the attention of the players whose eyes squinted. Seeing the tiny powerful dragon in a different form. As if her body has changed to her real and global boss one but retained the small size. Bahamut then dives down to the hallways, quickly zooming in and out of the various rooms to look for a pillow while down below, Paul finds a bunch of tickets and left over baggage.
After a while, he hears a roar and as the foreign Moon and its small satellite looms over the glass roof, Bahamut dives biting onto a pillow that has a text knitted onto it “Visit Greater Tokyo Guild! We have the best recreation of Japanese cities!”. The medium sized yellow pillow was perfect and with a bit of dusting off. He takes it with him and places it down on the airport bench with Bahamut balling herself up next to his face. Forcing the man to move to the edge.
Resting on the bench, the man slowly drifts to sleep. Even though the airport was busy all night long, he managed to at least get a good night's sleep and was awakened with Bahamut licking the cheeks of his face and cleaning his hands with more licks. But not wanting to awaken yet, he keeps his eyes closed and puts his cap on top of his face. Continuing to silently rest when he got tugged at his chest. He slowly wakes up and removes his cap and sees a beautiful Elf with short black hair. It’s Ingraine, she was tugging him very early in the Morning with the sun barely up on the horizon.