After feeding her Master, Bahamut goes to the room adjacent to his and looks through her stuff. She finds the book she requested from Alana, which is a translation of English to Romanz named “How To Vampire Language for Dummies - Kingdom of Rose and its many Dialects” by a person named “SERANABESTGIRL” and heads back to her Masters room. Removing her Crown, and opening an Oil Lamp by flicking her finger, lighting the candle inside. She opens the book with a paper and a red pen and starts practicing the language.
Soon after, she fell asleep and woke up in the dead of night on the chair, hearing noises in the hallway. The woman still in her funeral gown looked out and could see Alana in her white nightwear and slippers. Entering her office with coffee in hand, slouching and looking tired. Seeing that her Master is safe and comfy, she leaves the room in search of things to eat. Little to her knowledge was that Alana also heard her movements and was stalking her through the Manor as the Dragon God with her defenses down rummaged through their food cellar.
“Ahem.”
Hearing this, Bahamut freezes in her position, her busty butt out as half of her slim body is inside the cellar.
“O-Oh no! I seem to have found myself stuck!”
“Cut it Bahamut, I know you were trying to eat food again… hah… why can’t you be just like the Queen? Already sound asleep?”
“W-Well… you see Alana, my bloodsucking friend. As a Dragon in human form, I am still used to an appetite of my big dragon form! Yes, so-”
“You're just a glutton aren’t you?”
“O-ohhhh… yes…”
“Hah, I know you were troublesome, but to think M’Lord had to put up with this. Come with me to my office. I have some questions to ask about the Outworlders.”
“Does that mean I’m off the hook?”
A few minutes later in Alana’s library, she pulls out a large book that pertains to the history of Threa and its people. The wrinkly book has seen better days and has been collecting dust in the higher shelves of her large collection. The two then walk to the tables where the Countess presses a button that lights up a table lamp.
“Ohhhhh… is this using the same technology in the Kingdom of James? I’ve only seen gems being used as a source of light from there.”
“Yes, but on a smaller scale. Most of the lights of this Manor are like this, except for the ones outside the gates, which are iron oil lamps.”
“I see, you bloodsuckers are pretty smart.”
She then opens the book which has over a thousand pages and is written in new and old Dragonian.
“Here, look over here Bahamut. Can you tell me what this excerpt exactly means?”
“On the Third Day with Sir James, he noted how the humans of this world were far too weak and will soon be wiped out unless the magic they use are more powerful and potent, though I first held off his suggestion on the fact that humans physically are far too weak and hold far too Mana to actually be of use in combat.
He said that there is another way, to harness the Mana around us and instead use it to fight the Elves. But sadly, such magic is hard to grasp and let alone employed in mass. Hence he started creating these Scrolls with the Great Legendary Mage with him. Years after as I write this, I do say that I was wrong and Sir James was correct, when the High Elves attacked and invaded Dragovh once again, if it weren’t from him and his allies from another world, we would’ve long been perished.
Page 531”
“Hmmmm… scrolls… Oh, though there are theories, I humbly would like to know more. If true, then our worlds must’ve been connected before.”
“Yes exactly Bahamut, could it be that many of the legendary Heroes and Saints both came from Threa and your world? As it seems that your magic has many parallels with the human magic in this world.”
“But it could also be a coincidence, as in Dark World. Humans were also the weakest of all the races, but with their intellect, made the Scrolls as a way to not only archive discovered and invented spells but also to provide to the others a method to fight. But the humans of this world were facing a lesser threat than a world itself devoid of hope. Human magic, as weak as it is, is very diverse, taking magic from Dragons and Elves and incorporating them into weaker but easy to use variants.”
“Ah interesting, so you call your world Dark for it has no hope? But then, could Sir James come from that? Like the Great Ancient Mages of humanity? Though this knowledge is only available to us Nobles, I’ve long suspected that the humans like the many other races before them should’ve long gone extinct if it weren’t from these powerful ones that came to be in their times of need.”
“Are there any illustrations of images of this Sir James? Though I’ve been to the Capital of his Kingdom and Castle, I found the paintings there to be very boring and bland.”
“Oh Bahamut, you should pay more attention to those things since you're someone of great status. Here, I’ll go find one. I have a known story book here that human and elven children love about Sir James and his adventures.”
As Alana goes to get the ladder once again, Bahamut keeps reading the book and its contents.
“In my many years of recording history, finding and meeting Sir James might be the best thing that has happened in my career. The history we’re making, the progress that humanity has come to be and his immense knowledge. The future of humans is no longer bleak, the villages and towns are no longer afraid of the dark and the potential invaders. The new magic system he has implemented with the Holy See will change everything as we speak, a new dawn of humanity awaits us and no longer shall we hide in fear of the Elves, Demons, nor the Vampires and the Wolves. The Beastmen may still be a threat, but no longer shall we be left in the defense, we shall be on the offense from now on!”
Page 534”
Alana returns with two books, one about the Ancient Sun Mage, Nergal and another one which was a finely styled story book with Sir James, wearing a shiny Silver armor and wielding a blue enchanted glass sword on its front cover.
“So what do you think?”
“Grrrrr….”
“Hm?”
The Countess takes the Biography of Lord Nergal and hovers it around and Bahamut’s head follows it while growling.
“Do you… perhaps know of him?”
“Yes! That is the fool that can use Dragon Magic as if he was one of us!”
“By any chance had you fought him?”
“Of course! He was with the many races and armies that came to my Labyrinth and invaded my rest! He was the one that opened that raid with my favorite spell nonetheless! Sunnd’Urt!”
“Interesting, yes. So this confirms it, your world has already made contact with ours before… with these powerful Outworlders.”
She then opens it and shows Bahamut a list of spells that the Sun Mage personally wrote to one of his friends:
To Sir Augustus, my Dragon Lord friend, I suggest you try out these spells in the near future as you walk towards the path of becoming a Dragon God. Thank you again for helping me in times of need.
-The Harrowing Flames.
-Holy Walls of Wakasha.
-Spiked/Arrow Ice Tubes.
-Call Angels (Specify Target).
-Increase Luck.
-Five Petaled Heal.
-Make Magic Seal.
-Nar’dl lee.
-Remove Curse.
-Saintly Heal (Specify Target)
-Increase Speed.
-Divine Curse (Speed/Health/Deterioration/Endurance/Any type of Organ).
-Dre Vogh Umft Freaya.
-Sunnd’Urt!
-Drain Life (Slow/Fast/Instant)
I shall further give more instructions about mixing these spells or even creating one in a later letter as it seems that I’ve run out of Ink oh stupid me as always. It seems that I am as hopeless as ever without the party together. Oh, that rhymes!”
Page 31 “Chapt. The Spell Maker.”
“That damned human! Those are OUR Dragon spells! How dare he share such sacred spells to foreigners from another world!”
“And what about his power? Could you tell me how someone like him could best the Dragon Lords and create the now famous Magical Association and Research Institute in Dragovh?”
“Humu, he is indeed a powerful human. A careless one that is, in Dark World. He was considered a top level mage with immense addiction to explosive magic. Though I can see why as I also have a love of combustion magic, he on the other hand uses it way too often. Good to see that he has grown up looking at these Mid tier to high tier spells that he has given.”
“Interesting, but you can’t say for sure what level he might be?”
“No… as I do not use that mortal magic system. Master did say when fighting me, I had no levels but instead question marks as I am no Native to the Dark World.”
“Mhm… so our Lord might know more perhaps?”
“Yes and looking at Sir James, he has what Master would call a Holy Knight DPS or Burst set up. The glass sword and its lightweight shape and its ability to be easily enchanted, requiring less materials makes him a prime user of continuous blows of high damage. His armor too, look at those ancient gems. I would’ve long put that in my piles.”
The Countess then again goes to his collection and shows some more books about the other heroes like Sir Caine of Meilurious or even Vampiric ones like Baron Emile la Marionne. But after skimming through their history and what little illustrations they have of the renowned people, Bahamut shakes her head. Confirming that they’re not players at all.
“Interesting… oh! But what about the special one, Hero Saint Mike of Akash?”
“Bloodsucker. I must really return to Master.”
“One last please!”
Seeing the excited Countess, Bahamut sighs and lets her have this last one. This time, giving her a thick book that was about their first Vampire Queen, Elizabeth Marie Bartley of House Voltaire. Now even Bahamut herself is curious, opening the first page, the two were already bombarded with a disclaimer. But since Bahamut was still foreign to Romanz, the Countess had to read it out for her.
“This book and its authors had done our best to compile and store every known personal detail and achievement of our beloved Ancient Queen, but even then, many had found this book far too inkling in terms of her personal life. But please do note, the Queen back then had lived a very personal life, being a former Priestess of a long lost religion. She had adhered to its very conservative ways to the tee and even after shaving off her humanity, she has still kept her personal life from the Public’s eyes. Many of the contents of this book are mostly about her exploits as a Public Servant and a Military Leader. Please do note, and we would like to thank the Voltaire family for being our Patrons in gathering the necessary material to complete this book.”
She then looks at its table of contents and the Countess' slender finger trails to Page 555 “The Hero Saint Mike Brownley of Akash”. Going over to it, they are met with an illustration of the man and Bahamut instantly notices the armor, being the same as her Master's older variant of the Royal Knight Armor but the Sword is something she had never seen before. The Countess then starts reading the first paragraph.
“Hero of Humanity, Saint of the Diocese of the Twelve Gods and of the Holy See, gifted with the weapon that symbolized the immortal friendship of Humans and Dragons, the very weapon that slayed the first Demon King, the Divine Sword of Vrax, a humanitarian and a friend to all to even the Vampire Masters that almost ruled all of humanity, this is the human named Mike Brownley, whose past we truly have no records of.”
“Interesting… so he was active when the Vampire Queen had taken over Geraldia and Dragovh yes?”
“Correct, his exploits were known and vast but Queen Elizabeth was in Meridia, in a campaign against the Karak Dynasty and its first King, King Sul Al-Din while King Charles the Great was busy managing the Beastmen of Schon, as even under the controls of Vampires, they still were hard to control and govern.”
“Mhm. Continue.”
“Uhm… let me see.”
The Countess skips ahead to when the Hero Saint blasts and slashed his way through the Vampiric chains of humanity, freeing Kingdoms one by one, and ultimately finding himself on the Throne room of the Castle of the Night where after defeating King Charles the Great, went after Queen Elizabeth. In a brutal and gruesome fight, the Hero Saint finally bested the Queen and with one spell, forced her to sleep for all of eternity like her top General before her.
“The Ancient Queen and her Primordial Vampire Blood proved even too potent for the Hero Saint to completely kill. Even after using almost all of the spells and methods he had learned from his five year campaign against us Vampires, did he use one ancient spell unknown to even us named “Sleesh’ft Freaya”. The very spell knocked out the Hero Saint but in turn, also put the Ancient Queen to final rest.”
“Hmmm… so in your books, the Queen was killed?”
“Well, yes. It is to prevent an upheaval upon the Nobles. As many were torn in between from siding with the Captors to fighting to the death with her.”
“Though that spell, what a foolish human. Sleesh’ft Freaya, or Sleep of Fire is meant for Dragons to use when the right conditions of hibernation weren't met. To think this is how they’re using such a power spell. Huuhh… humans are so creative…”
“So this spell was meant for the hibernation of Dragons. I can see now how it put the Queen to eternal sleep. And with the lack of blood from all the regeneration she had to do from that five hour long fight, I think Sir Brownley thought it was enough. Little did he know…”
“Interesting though, that in your history. A fraction of it involved us, and the people from the world that I hailed from with Master.”
“Mhm! It's so interesting to know this, to think that our worlds have been connected through so much and you Outworlders, being the possible saviors of humanity with the introduction of Scroll and Archived Magic, bringing humanity to a new golden era of offensive and defensive magic. I must write this down immediately.”
“But still… I’m offended that such a good spell was used in that way. Though we Dragons were never the best in keeping our voices down. Okay bloodsucker, I go now. I must guard and protect our Master.”
“Just be ready a bit early, okay? We have a big trip to the Capital and if the road is filled with snow, it might take us a day to reach it.”
“Argh… yes, yes, yes.”
Bahamut waves goodbye as she leaves the room and to the hallway. She had to cross from the East Wing to the Middle and then to the West wing of the Manor where her Masters room lay. Opening the heavy wooden door that was just recently fixed, she sees the General resting easy. With a smile, she breathes a sigh of relief and picks up her translation book and starts reading it once again.
The next day, She and Alana head off to the Capital city to start doing the paperwork for the first Dragon Courier of Rose Cramoisie leaving the ancient Queen to guard the Manor. The stagecoach was ornate with Silver and Gold and the door had the seal of the Minuit family. Inside, Bahamut thinks if she should keep the Crown and just change her outfit to something less imposing and authoritative.
“I’m very excited for this Bahamut. This will help the mail of those who want to communicate with people far away and the delivery of cargo. No longer should we be dependent on the river and the dangerous forests of Schon.”
“Hm and this will save the remaining population of Dragons. Though are you sure you want me to keep this look? Won’t it attract unneeded attention that our Master wouldn’t want?”
“Bahamut, he agreed to come here with her Majesty none of the less. I’m sure he was prepared and most of all, the United Nations planned something behind him. They’ve been keeping her as a secret just to send her here. I’m sure they’ve been planning to reveal her. A Dragon God on the side of the Vampires wouldn’t be any different. Better yet, your appearance and average height for us Vampires will make you very presentable and likable. Keep it.”
“I’m still unsure of this… but seeing the situation of my kin here. I am forced to make a move.”
“You truly love your kind don’t you?”
“Of course, as a Dragon God. I cannot be titled as such if I didn’t. I even risked coming here and exposing my true nature and leaving my Master unattended.”
“The Majesty is with him. There’s no better person to look after that man than her.”
“I don’t know. A grieving woman is an unstable woman.”
Love what you're reading? Discover and support the author on the platform they originally published on.
“We don’t know that, for me it seems that she’s slowly moved on now and is kinda seeing our Lord in a new light.”
“I just hope that woman knows what she’s doing. As smart and tacky she comes, she is the type of girl that’d jump in the moment too, if it meant an easy victory.”
Within the next few days, they reach the Capital in the afternoon. Seeing the seal of the Minuit family, the Guards on the gate didn’t question the Stagecoach and let it ride into the main city. Bahamut’s eyes are in love with the shiny walls, flaunting the immortal beauty and power of the Vampires and on top of the Gate was a large bronze Seal of the Timothy Family and the House the family belonged to.
“Countess, what’re the Houses again?”
“The Houses are a collective of Families under one banner or… house. This is usually done to unite the big names under one roof and have them campaign for one of them to become the King, and in return, the King would hire the other families under said House as Earls, Generals and other important positions. This was done so that the families themselves won’t fight or at least in a sense, mitigate the infighting of the Nobles.”
“Such Nepotism. I hope Catherine’s Kingdom isn’t like that… though I do think it would be worse under the way of us Dragons.” Bahamut imagines that the Leaders would have to battle it out against each other in an arena and those who win would be rewarded with the position they’re vying for and in a show of superiority, would parade themselves with their enemy under their boot.
“Do not worry, these people came from a long line of leaders and capable icons of this Kingdom's long eternal history. The genes alone are impressive, but many are still yet to prove themselves in actual combat as the Kingdom has been at peace for a long time.”
Looking outside, Bahamut could see the attractive dresses of the women while the men were wearing suits full of accessories and ornate walking canes even though the snow was piled up in some areas. Behind them would be humans or Elves. She clenches her fist, knowing she’d be helping a Kingdom that enslaves inferior species like humans, but at the same time. She knows the Dragons wouldn’t be any different.
“I know, ever since I’ve gotten Lord Paul as my Monarch. It’s been hard to look at this place the same way… but I still love it and I still want to perform my duties as a Countess.”
“Hm, my respect for you has risen. Are you sure though that you want our Master to see this? He is a proud human, one that would even forsake immortality to retain his humanity. This sight would be very harmful to him and his mental health.”
“He is a mature man. I know you love him just as much as we do, but this is the Vampire Kingdom in its truest form. That’s why I am always cautious, even though I am a purebred Vampire, if I make enough enemies or… disagreements. I might as well disappear out of thin air and within the next few days, there’d be news I was eaten apart by a wild beast.”
“As if your citizens are stupid enough to believe it. If I was to cut your head right now Countess, you’d regrow it within the second.”
“Can you see the harmony and peace the Vampires are living in? They’d feign ignorance just to continue living in this undisturbed hedonism. They don’t care who is in charge, as long as they can live there eternity in peace. Even if the world outside these walls is burning or in flames.”
The stagecoach passes by a white UN Humvee, the Human player is with a Vampire one. And to show his race, the human man is given a green armband with Romanz written on it. Patrolling around the streets, helping the citizens of the Capital with their needs. The coach then stops as a Traffic Enforcer lets another lane through on the large four lane street. Not like the lower Kingdoms, just like James. Their roads were made of Concrete and the sidewalk aligned with stone bricks. But the difference was that every building had glass windows and plastered walls, the ones near the entrances having stained ones.
Everything was in order and there wasn’t a speck of litter on the roads and everything is well kept, with the buildings being annually repainted and its exterior repaired yearly even though the snow was already falling. Though not having a large population like the humans or elves, the Vampires were able to maintain the beautiful city with efficiency using more modern methods and with the help of the Outworlders, more and more modernized tools are being delivered to them.
The Traffic Enforcer notices their ornate carriage and the well dressed horses pulling it. The driver of their stagecoach flashes a seal of the Minuit family. This makes the Enforcer immediately stop the traffic and let their lane through, removing his hat and bowing respectfully as it passes him. Soon, they reach a large post office. The citizens look in awe of the shiny and expensive stagecoach parking outside. The driver hops out of his seat and opens the right door, he bows and the citizens follow afterward as the Countess with a Dragon God enters the three story building.
Vampire Players inside were minding their business when a knock on the door and the young and healthy man on the desk sees the shiny stagecoach, prompting him to run and open it. He removes his hat and bows, with her hands together. Alana gently enters the establishment and behind her, a woman with a Crown and Veil in an all black gothic funeral gown, heels and gloves. She immediately makes the players jump in fright. One of them, a businessman with his wife, starts walking to the backroom seeing her.
“My love, what is it?”
“Th-that woman… holy shit… that’s her final form…”
Another player could be visibly sweating bullets upon seeing the Dragon God. “Oh fuck me…” just like the other player, he runs to the backroom to hide from Bahamut, remembering the traumatizing Global and Open World Boss Events of her.
With her hands in the back, Bahamut’s pale pretty face couldn’t be seen through the veil. But the players in the Post Office know full well who she is and what she’s capable off while the normal citizens act accordingly and bow and respect the two though shocked to see a woman with human ears with the Countess. Many of them felt jealousy, that a human being could be as tall and beautiful as them even though they cannot see her slit for Pupils and the four Dragon fangs in her mouth.
“Mister Wallace. Pleased to meet you again, how’s business?”
“It’s been very good, Lady Minuit. For the past eleven months, our population has boomed with this many new citizens from the otherworld.”
“Good. Please be acquainted with my colleague and good friend Bahamut. She’s a Dragon God from the other world and will be helping us in our endeavor of opening a Dragon Courier service for our Kingdom.”
“That’s excellent Lady Minuit. Shall we continue this conversation on the top floor in my office?”
“Of course. Please lead the way.”
The two ladies were different from their usual selves. Putting up an air of authority and power demanded and ordered respect from everyone in the establishment. On the top floor, they’re led into an office where Wallace sat down with them. Putting on glasses and opening a folder from a drawer on his desk. His office is well kept with two Sofas looking at each other and a glass table in the middle. Two corners had windows overlooking the street below. Though looking very young and capable, he has a plaque on the wall showing his 100th year of service in the Post Office as its Head Manager.
“Here we go, I have here the initial plans and details required for the opening of a Dragon Courier service. We’d require a Stable for them on the outskirts and then a Delivery line heading here. Though there’s a proposed build of a Tower inside the city with an elevator for faster transport.”
He hands over the folder and puts his hands in his pants pocket. Occasionally looking at his pocket watch.
“Hmmm… I see. Bahamut, what do you think?”
“I don’t know your language but I do see a Tower and a Stable inside it.”
Bahamut notices that the Stable is on flat ground, knowing that Wyverns have a hard time taking off from locations like that, her doubts are already filled while the Tower one was not only perfect with a bit adjustment to the height, but it also gave a perfect high point view of the city which Dragons love.
“Tell him in your language that the Stable cannot be built on the ground. Though four legged Dragons have no problem taking off from flat grounds, Wyverns would require a considerable amount of effort, making it very hard for them and landing would be unsafe.”
“So, the Tower is the only option?”
“Yes, and I recommend it being built with concrete. Stone is not enough, it’ll crumble after a while.”
“That’s very expensive though…”
“Seeing how you have roads made out of it. I’m sure you may find a way.”
“I’ll see what I can do. The paperwork for this is going to be a nightmare though… and the funding.”
Standing up with his hands tied, Alana places the folder to his desk.
“She said the Tower is approved. But it needs to be made of concrete. Tell your man to redo it and send it to my Manor. I’ll personally forward it to the Court.”
“Oh my. Thank you Lady Minuit! I should have it in your Manor in the next few days.”
“Good. Bahamut, let’s go. Do not worry about the construction and materials, I’ll handle it all. Just make sure the agreed profits will go to my family.”
Wallace was so happy that he kept bowing till the two left and went back home. He couldn’t be any happier knowing that the queues and times for Mailing and Cargo delivery would finally be faster than ever before.
“This is the problem when your Kingdom is located below the Demons and landlocked inside a dangerous continent.”
“But what about the capture of the Dragons? Shall I just call them here?”
“Let us not do that. A Dragon attack is already enough to send chills down the spines of the people here. Hundreds attacking would make even the oldest Vampires have an attack and die.”
“Then, do you have an idea where they would be?”
“I’ll just send the Royal Knights and the Blood Legions to secure the ones we know that’re near the borders. Explain to them properly what you plan to do, most of them came from Dragovh, so I am sure they speak Dragonian.”
“I just hope they aren’t as prideful as the ones back in Italius.”
“Italius? Is that the continent you and your Master came from?”
“Yes, it's also where the forest of Eldwood is located. In the Deadlands. My lair is near the Blood Mountains, adjacent to the Devil Peaks where the Shrine my Master offered his scales is located.”
“Deadlands? Is your world that dangerous?”
“Apart from the usual extremely powerful Demigod humans called Chosen Ones and strange machinations and Demons, it's not that bad. The Deadlands is only named that way due to its extremely high concentration of Dragons and Demons. But in actuality, it's a beautiful forest with many labyrinths and fairies.”
“I’ve never seen a fairy before, though as a Vampire. I’m sure I’ll one day get the opportunity.”
“Me and my Master fought one long ago. He was screaming many times as it constantly fired a mixture of Fireballs and Spiked Water formations. I’ve never seen him use Combination Magic so much, you see, he’d rather swing at things than think and use magic.”
Alana giggles, knowing that’s very much him. “Of course, of course.”
“Heh, I’m still a bit sour because he didn't give me the shiny Aquatic Sigil on its shrine. Though Elven Magic is hard to use for humans, so I get why Master sold it instead.”
“What is it with you and shiny objects?”
“Hm? I simply like them. It feels very nice to rub my cheeks on their smooth sides and… heh when I bite into it and I can feel its hardness…”
“That’s pretty cute...ish. Are you sure you’re not a Cat or Dog?
“What? No. I might act like one sometimes but it's only because of my size that I am limited to certain actions.”
“Well, at least the snow has calmed down. I’m sure our trip home will be calm. Winterfall can be such a bother in times such as this.”
“You should really take a break. My Master and I at this time would be preparing for Christmas.”
“Christmas?”
“Yes, I’ve been celebrating it yearly with my Master. He’d give me the most prettiest gems he finds as a gift.”
“Exchanging gifts? That’s very interesting. The Queen might want to do something like that. I’ll ask the United Nations representative about this Christmas. What is it about anyways?”
“My Master’s religion celebrates it as the birth of their savior.”
“And they’d let an outsider like you celebrate such an important time with them?”
“Yes, it's been very fun and the food is more than acceptable. The Spaghetti made by General John has always been very memorable. I still yearn for it even in troubling times such as this… Oh and General Escobar’s Frijoles and Nachos! I’d jump in and eat it all up thanks to my small size!”
In the next few days, they stop at some Villages and Towns, checking for any problems and requests while planning out where to find Patrons to build the tower, they soon return to the Manor and Alana heads in first for a bath while Bahamut checks on Paul who is being guarded by Elizabeth. The Queen is fast asleep on the chair, with her book hanging on her lap. The Dragon God smiles that her Master is safe but notices that he is growing a beard from not shaving. Soon, the Queen wakes up.
“Hmmm…?” She sees Bahamut stroking Paul’s chin and feeling the hair growing. “Good… Evening?”
“Hm. Good Evening Elizabeth.”
“What’s happening?”
“Master has grown a beard.”
“Oh that? I’ll go and get some water and a razor. I’ve shaved my husband's beard many times in the bath.”
“Please do. Though… this feels nice. Heheheh…”
The Queen, still in a shabby state, stands up. Touching the top of her head and being reminded her Crown is not there. “Oh yea… I should find my Crown. I swear I was buried with it.” While headed to the bath, she straightens her long blonde hair with her hands. Bahamut looks at the tall woman in the hallway in a groggily state. Opening the door of the bath even though Alana was there, naked and enjoying a shower. “EEEK! YOUR MAJESTY!” can be heard and the Queen still in the hallway merely replies with “I need a bucket and a Razor.” She brazenly enters and closes the door, leaving Bahamut to guard her Master.
Now alone, she leans in close to his head. Removing her black gloves that reach her elbow. She calmly puts her palm on his cheeks. Feeling his rough but soft skin. “This is bad, I might get addicted to this.” After a minute of touching his skin, Bahamut starts rubbing her cheeks to his. Unable to stop herself and was even getting excited. Unbeknownst to her, behind her is the looming silhouette of the Vampire Queen holding a bucket of water with a Razor in hand. Alana then comes rushing in, wearing only a Bath Towel. “Your Majesty! You shouldn’t just walk into someone while bath-” and notice Bahamut’s pretty face all up their Lord's head.
Slowly turning her head to the right, she’s met with two very jealous Vampires.
“N-now… Queen Elizabeth, please do your thing.”
“Tsk.”
Obviously jealous over what just happened, the Queen takes off her dress, revealing the extremely sexy lingerie she has underneath. She sits down on the bed, and puts the sleeping General’s head on her lap, his forehead just below her big boobs and leans down, even though he's asleep. Paul’s body just responded naturally with a smile and she started shaving his beard. Alana just facepalms while Bahamut is blushing beet red and shocked at how ruthless she is when it comes to men. The two spent the entire night fuming at each other while Alana knew better and had a good night's sleep.
The next day, a UN Doctor came to replace the IV Drops on Paul’s stand and entering the room, he met with Elizabeth and Bahamut hugging the General. He just stood there frozen, looking at the scene. He is also fully aware that the woman in black is the elusive Dragon God and sweat starts flowing from his hair. As he gets close, he sees the Vampire Queen and her amazing body in lingerie. He couldn’t believe his eyes, the two women were so beautiful and bodies that were carved to perfection.
Their skin was spotless, and like a sculpture that can never stop captivating, his eyes couldn’t look away at their beauty. But not wanting to get his head cut off, he quickly changes the IV and straightens the line to Paul’s hand. “I can’t believe Doctor Raymound has to deal with this!”
After doing his duties and logging in his temperature, heartbeat, and blood flow. The Doctor crouches and starts sneaking out of the room. Though he was enamored by the Queen's insanely well sculpted body, the perfect balance between big boobs and thigh thickness with a slim body. But before he could reach the door knob, Alana opens the door, slapping his face with the hard oak. This awakens the two women and they’re left with a knocked out Doctor. Later they healed him with magic and the three girls had Breakfast on the second floor balcony. Enjoying the winter breeze with bacon, eggs, and tea cooked by Alana. They’re usually Morning dine with their now asleep Lord.
“Are you two calm now? The Doctor said that the blood flow was interrupted because of you two. Didn’t I remind everyone to not disturb his sleep? Geez, I expected more from you two.”
Alana was very displeased while the two were visibly ashamed of themselves.
“Nevertheless, your Majesty. I’ll be requiring your help for today. I’m planning on doing some investigations concerning the Cult after you. They’ve attacked me already thinking I was hiding you.”
“And the concern of me being found out?”
“None. If we do get found out, we can merely kill these Cultists. How dare they attack me Midday.”
“Bahamut, please do take care of our Lord. I’ll be busy today.”
The Dragon God nods and continues eating the bacon like a proper lady. Ignoring anyone trying to get in the middle of her time savoring the food. After eating, the two Vampires immediately prepared themselves for the long day, donning their dresses and prepping the stagecoach for a long drive around the Region.
“Bahamut, if you need us, we’ll be just around the area looking for clues and anything about the Cultists. The Region of L'oeil de Saturne has been under my family for centuries. Be assured you have allies around.”
She nods again and continues eating her food. “Seconds.” Though the two women were preparing to get out of their nightwear and into their dresses. Alana had to cook some more, the Queen went ahead while the Countess made two more portions for the hungry Dragon God. After a few minutes, Bahamut is left alone with the Servants as the stagecoach rolls out to the dirt road and into a nearby town.
Now alone in the large dining room, she remembers her first days with Paul. After getting cuddled and hugged to death by the Knight General, the two go to a nearby town and get ambushed and attacked by a Werewolf. She smiles and grins at her memories, visibly remembering fond times with someone she treasures.
Bahamut snaps back at the large dining table of Alana’s Manor. Before she knew it, she'd already finished all of the food the Countess cooked for her. Putting on her Crown and making sure the Veil covers her entire face, she heads up to her Masters room and sits down on the chair next to his bed and holds his hand. Lowering her back, she lifts it up to her forehead.
“Illwush fru’frou halvat andas seft. Loudl’Trov. Please, wake up. We all need you and your companionship… hah, what a troublesome human.”
A tear flows down her cheeks and her pretty face, distraught. Her golden coloured eyes shine as she continues to pray. A few miles away, Alana has stopped on a Human Cattle Farm. Inside, the Queen stayed in the stagecoach with the curtains closed. Just peeking through and listening in through the open door. Though the opening was small, she could still hear the people outside with her vampiric abilities.
“Yes M’lady. We saw nothing, things have been calm in our settlement.”
“Hmmm… that is strange. Sir Malakur, can you send some of your Knights down the forest?”
A tall corpse pale middle aged male with a ponytailed long hair bows. His crimson red Knight armor shines as the Winter Sun looks down on it.
“Of course. First Squad! Go! Leave your Squires and Grunts!”
“Yes Knight Master!”
Eight Knights donned in full steel Knight armor rushes off to the Northern forest of the farm. Their horses throw snow everywhere as they disappear through the leaves. The humans around were all healthy and donned well cleaned and ironed village clothes. They all seem to have been accustomed to the more posh and strict dress and hygiene culture of the Vampire Kingdom. Looking like modern people in medieval clothing.
“Lord Malakur, if you find anything. Save one to be interviewed.”
“Yes Lady Minuit. My family shall not let you down.”
“Let us depart. We have nothing to see here.”
“Of course.”
The stagecoach pressed on with a platoon of Vampire Knights, the company of grunts on the other hand had to get into carriages pulled by two horses. The snow made it hard for them to find any evidence of this Cult. Though it's been long known one does exist, little to no information is known about them apart from some rumors and hearsay.
“Alana, I fear that these Cultists are bigger than we have expected.”
“Hmmm… it's impossible. We have eyes and ears everywhere. That could only mean some of the Upper Nobles are also involved in it. I’ve been investigating this in my free time and the fact that even this town, which is near where I was assaulted, has no information… Could it be that the Outworlders are far more connected to them than I expected? Hmmm… strange that such an extremist group would allow foreign Vampires in their ranks.”
“Didn’t you capture some of them? Who released them?”
“No one knows. The guards at the prison just said that the ones we captured just disappeared with the keys gone.”
“Tsk. This is indeed a bigger problem. Weaklings after my blood. Huh, disgusting.”
“I think we should check the forest. I am sure they must be hiding there.”
“With this snow? Even with our powers, it's going to prove to be a challenge.”
“But we must try, your Majesty.”
“Alright Countess. Just make sure no one is around, I’d like to make these lowlifes have a taste of my power.”
“Don’t worry, my Knights have their fealty sworn to me. They won’t ask questions even if they were to see you. From afar, you look just like another pretty face in the Kingdom”
“Just be sure. Our Lord would not be happy if I get revealed before whatever his superiors are planning.”
“For a General, his Leaders do sure keep much from him.”
“Countess, with a modern society like theirs, I can only imagine the amount of things they hide from each other. Doesn’t surprise me anymore that they don’t even trust their own General, my theory is that they're afraid of his power. To have Bahamut and I under his palm, they know that he can topple whatever they’re planning on doing.”
“But then again your majesty, his superiors had shown themselves to not only be secretive, but also shrewd and divisive. Even though they only convey themselves through screens and letters, they somehow led all of us here and now threaten to change the balance of this Kingdom.”
“I still do trust our Lord Countess, that he won’t do it. I know he won’t, he knows how much I love this Kingdom, how both of us have sacrificed much for it to be this peaceful.”
In the next hour, as the Afternoon Sun flies over them, the company of grunts starts skimming through the forest while Alana with Elizabeth wearing her Masquerade mask is with their own personal squad of Knights, combing the snow covered treeline. Finding nothing after a while, the purebreds take a break and sit down to think about their options. While six hundred meters away, a group of Grunts in chainmail and pointy iron helmets gets ambushed by Cultists in Robes. Disappearing without a trace and the men behind them just stare blankly. Confused as to what just happened before getting attacked themselves.
Soon, the two purebreds with the Knights continue to patrol the forest. Some parts, the snow was so deep it reached their waist. Reaching the same place where the grunts disappeared. They all felt something strange immediately, seeing the tracks on the ground just suddenly stopping. The Knights immediately unsheathe their swords before they’re buried on the snow and killed. The Knight Master using fire magic starts melting everything, and reveals the Cultists hiding under the snow wielding enchanted Knives that prevented regeneration. Unaffected by the cold and showed amazing control of their breathing.
Alana on the other hand was dismembered, her left arm and leg completely cut. But it regenerates and reattaches itself as she grabs the attacker by the throat. While two tried to sneak up on Elizabeth, they didn’t even get close as she uses ice magic to turn their blood into frozen cells. Completely stunning them. The Vampire Queen’s eyes turn gold, and with a swipe of her arm, the attacker stops. Feeling her aura and power.
“It can’t be! It truly is… the Queen!”
“This is it brothers and sisters! We shall finally get the blood of the last primordial Vampire!”
“Queen Elizabeth the Bloodthirsty! Please do not make this harder for us!”
Hearing them, Elizabeth merely laughs like a deranged maniac. “Ahahaha- AHAHAHAHAHAHA! YOU FOOLS!” She removes her Masquerade Mask, revealing her immensely beautiful face. She strokes her long blonde hair, smiling devilishly.
“You there. Come here.”
The young vampire wearing a robe comes close to her, enamored not only by her beauty but her authority. The commanding, deep womanly voice that when spoken to, steals your full blown attention.
“Open thou mouth. Prepare to receive dost blood.”
“Y-yes your Majesty!”
Alana couldn’t believe it, she was just about to crush the throat of the woman cultist who cut off her limbs.
“QUEEN ELIZABETH?! WHAT’RE YOU DOING?”
“I’m merely giving these fools what they wish for. Now, come here boy.”
She removes his hood and the man kneels before their almighty Queen. Opening his mouth as she removes her right hand’s glove and with her long manicured nails, digs it in so that blood may drip. With his tongue out, everyone watches as he receives a droplet of her blood.
“Yes, now. Let us experiment with you…”
Closing his mouth. He swallows and immediately stands up.
“I feel it! I FEEL IT! THE-THE POWER!”
But after that, he completely falls on his feet. While the two stunned attackers could only watch in horror as he started to contort and scream in pain. Queen Elizabeth giggles and laughs at the man as he wails in sheer agony. Mocking him like a God, a Divine being amongst nobodies. An encroaching shadow of a powerful woman who doesn’t care for their little lives. After a few seconds, he completely blows up. Throwing blood, gut and organs everywhere and painting the snow red as what’s left is a broken skeleton with the skin and clothes still attached to it. Everyone just stayed in silence, even the Knight Master was unable to say or move.
“Now… who's next?”
What came after was a very gory and brutal massacre by the Queen. Ripping off arms, legs and grabbing hearts from the still alive Vampires and with their beating hearts, she’d crush them like a grape and throw them away without respect. Alana and Knight Malakur just stood there as she showed them another level of inhumane acts. It wasn’t even something acceptable by a Vampire with how she conducted her killings. Doing it more like a rabid predator, not out to kill for food, but for sport and pleasure. Guts and blood spray their surroundings. Though Malakur is used to the sight, even he is happy to be wearing a full set of armor, not having to feel the squishy remains of the Cultists being thrown about.
Though Alana wanted to step in, her feet were cold. For the first time in her life, she felt frightened and frozen. Being a Purebred, only few could stand up to her toe to toe, but not even she was confident in her ability to stop the Queen. After a while, with nothing of the Cultists remaining Elizabeth merely shrugs off the bits and pieces of guts on her shoulder and the top of her breast. One who was in a combat uniform slowly gets up. Seeing a chance. “Lady Havannah, it is confirmed. The Queen's blood is indeed too powerful for creatures and is a toxic liquid when drunk. I can also confirm that she hasn’t drunk blood, her eyes are not consistently colored Gold. She’s under someone, I guess those black ops guys weren’t lying when they said a human general defeated her.”
“Really? The Queen not drinking blood? Hm such restraint and looks like her owner has forgotten the most important part of being a bloodsucking creature. Her powers shouldn’t be as absurd as stated in the history books, return now. I’ll personally conduct the Operation tonight.”
“Affirmative ma’am, and the Ducklings?”
“I’ve given them what they wanted, within next week. They should get their blackmail photos.”
“Roger, exfilling now.”
Picking up his suppressed M4 SOPMOD, the man rushes through the snowy wonderland. Leaving a densely painted red part of the forest. But to his error, underneath the snow he was about to step on was branches. Which created the worst event of his entire life. Even though the cracking was mostly muffled by the snow and his combat boots, the Queen’s head turned to him like a deathly merciless predator that found another prey. Queen Elizabeth merely lifts her right arm, pointing her finger at him. “Poof.” and with the singular utterance of the word, the man’s upper torso completely disappeared.
His Kevlar vest flew away as his body was flung far away. His gun left on the snow as the man was permanently dead.
“There’s nothing here. Let us return back, the Sun’s going down, Countess.”
“O-of course your Majesty. Lord Malakur, just see if you can recover anything like papers or artifacts. That weapon that man dropped, be sure to deliver it to me later.”
Knight Malakur didn’t speak and just stood there in salute. His fist over his heart and standing in parade. Elizabeth just pats his shoulder as she returns to the stagecoach, all bloodied from the neck down and her mouth, with an Evil grin.