With Matimay at the front, the party travels about an hour through the lush green boughlands of West Kanvane’s Fairy Wood. Lain, incredibly uncomfortable and tired for half this time from too much walking, is now seriously considering complaining to Law and asking for a piggyback ride or something. He is met with the ultimatum of preserving his image to the others, or resting his poor magician feet, which are not prepared in the slightest for the wiles of the old roads of the domain. The group presses on into a large clearing appears to be small golden shrubs, stretching for what seems to be well over two kilometers. Matimay takes one more step and turns about, saving Lain’s image and feet in one fell swoop of grace.

“I ask for thine ears and minds if you will permit,” the high-voiced Matimay requests, placeing his hands together. All eyes focus on him.

“By all means,” Order says.

Matimay curtsies in response and takes a breath. “Verily. I beseech thee to inspect the scape of nature beyond. This gold land, crowned with leaves, is none other than the sunken forest by the name you know well.”

“This is the sunken forest? I expected something more. I dunno, underwatery,” Aoline states, crossing her arms in thought. Law scoffs lightly at her statement.

“Hmm, to thine eyes, it may verily appear just a plain, but would one traverse this abyssal forest, this metaphorical traveler might find the ground to let way most easy, as not soil this be, but water,” Matimay says, submerging his foot through the leaves, and into the water. Aoline lets loose a quick “Oh!”.

“That’s dangerous!” Aoline says in surprise.

“Indeed, dear Knightess. Should one lack the proper knowledge, this forest’s traversal would be a dangerous submersion, risking one’s life under the gaze of the family of belfarrows that lurk below. Take heart, however, as our fairyful folk of old have made a safe way of wooden walk, to pass through these golden ruins of aquatic nature. Be you ready to cross, I shall acquaint you with the way,” the fairy instructs, using the Fairish word for a common breed of great water serpent. Order looks over the Knights, the only one looking particularly tired being Lain, though he doesn’t look it to most. She’s sensitive enough that she can tell how any blood-bearing creature is feeling nearby, sleeping, running, hiding or otherwise.

“Let’s keep going,” Order commands. She then speaks under her breath and then snaps her fingers as she makes a very light gesture in the boy’s direction. Suddenly Lain feels perfectly fine, ready to walk thirty more miles. He was just about to fall to his knees and beg, but all of his pain has subsided in the same instant Order snapped her fingers. He realizes that Order’s as capable a magician as he’s heard: a master of over a thousand magics unknown to the common libraries.

A chipper Lain follows in the group as Matimay leads them along the side of the golden, tree-filled lake and finally to a group of large planks marked and held together by a swarm of vines. The gentleman fairy leads the six onto the overgrown boardwalk, submerged just an inch under the water. The group sets onto the bridge and begins their crossing.

During the crossing, Law in particular is surprised the bridge can hold their weight to allow them all crossing at once, especially considering the weight of some of their equipment. Even with the strength of the walkway, he’s certain that should Aoline fall in, she would sink like a rock, and if Order were to pull her legendary weapon, Monument, out of its dimensional sheath, the bridge would collapse in a moment’s notice due to the weight manifesting on their own plane when it’s drawn. The dragon-kin nods, still impressed with the probably-enchanted fairy infrastructure, and continues along with the others. He admires the forest lake a good while more as the leaves rise in the deep center of the sunken forest, where the tallest trees are. He notes the water has a warm, clear, almost spring-like quality to it, figuring it’d be quite good for a swim so long as one were willing to brave the considerable presence of aquatic predators.

They continue the crossing without words, just now hitting the halfway point, when Law’s ears pick something up. It sounds like singing—very horrible singing.

“Halt,” Law says, shifting his eyes over to the right. “It sounds like it’s coming from behind that group of trees over there.”

“What is it?” Lain asks, stopping with the rest. Order offhandedly grasps the hilt of Monument, its blade securely pressed into its dimensional sheath; she can already feel the nature of what’s behind the tree. Law and Love look over to Order, who nods.

Law quickly draws his towering mace out and enters a guarding stance. Love laxly pulls from her shoulder the mighty Worldloss and caresses the string with a sleepy, smiling expression. Order just stands there, holding her grip securely on Monument’s handle as she prepares for what could be a lightning-speed draw.

“What is it?!” Lain says again, quickly getting behind an equally afraid Matimay. Aoline gets to Order’s side and grasps the hilt of her sword the same way Order is with her own. Dresmond reaches into his cloak, turning into himself with a brutal style; the clear mark of a man who’s seen enough fights for a lifetime regardless of age.

Lain quivers behind the others, all listening to the singing, getting closer and closer. By this point, everyone can hear the source of the music bending around the group of trees separating them. It’s a banjo accompanied by a singer, and while the voice is horrible, the playing itself is not half-bad:

“-as we please. It’s a fine day, anyway! Chaos can go, and stroll in the, the... I dunno, as we, his lovely minions free, travel to his tower as a fine party of threeee. Take it away, Combat Minion!” the voice rings with a peppy, childish humor.

“No,” another, much deeper voice says with a tone of absolute loathing.

“Oh, come on! Any time is good for singing time!”

“Hell no. Cooking Minion, your songs are stupid. You should let the Choir Minions have the job of singing during trips and, really, you should have just shut up an hour ago, who knows what sort of unoverlordly creatures you’ll attract- they'll think it’s a mating call or something. Do you want to be assaulted by Royal Knights? I hear stupidity is something they find pretty damn hot.”

The group of Royal Knights stays quiet, certain their unknown passerbys will be visible in just moments more.

“Aww, come on, Combat Minion! You’re sort of a butthole when I sing, you know that? You’re always like ‘Ooga booga, you sing like weakling’. It’s rude!”

“Rude? Ha! Coming from the one who baked bananas into my bread!” The knights hear a sharp, obliterated gasp come from the squeakier voice.

“FOR. THE. LAST. TIME. BANANA BREAD IS REAL! PEOPLE EAT IT IN OTHER DIMENSIONS ALL THE TIME! WE’VE BEEN OVER THI-”

“You’re being loud again!”

“YES I AM, COMBAT MINION. I REFUSE TO BE PUSHED AROUND BY YOUR NERD-ASS UNFAIRNESS ANY MORE! I’M GOING TO TAKE A STAND FOR MYSELF AND... AND... I’LL TELL CHAOS THAT YOU’VE BEEN UNPLEASANT!”

The deeper voice scoffs. “Big deal, as if he’d even ca-”

“AND I’LL TELL HIM YOU CALLED HIM A BLACK BUNNY!”

The knights can hear a giggle from a third voice.

“...You wouldn’t,” the deep voice says.

“Try me!”

“Yeah?”

“YEAH, YOU DORK, YEAH!”

“You piece of... well what if... what if I told him first?” the deep voice threatens as they come out from behind the tree.

It’s a group of three of Overlord Chaos’ minions, clearly identifiable having been infested with The Overlord’s black and white, hyper-magical essence. Their blacker-than-pitch light-absorbing bodies, glowing round eyes and large, practically-cartoonish jaws come into view. The three of them are riding a raft, the large, gruff one oaring them along.

“Well, eh, that-”

“Guys,” the third Minion, a tall slender one that’s been unspoken until now, interrupts between the banter.

“Little busy right now, Magic Minion,” the scrawny dog-sized one says, probably the one referred to as Cooking Minion. The third one, originally relaxing to the side of the raft, stands up with her staff.

“We’re about to be busy being dead if you don’t look right now,” Magic Minion calmly states as she analyses the situation. The knights watch the other two minions look their way, both groups not even 10 meters from one another. The two, locking their gazes right onto Order, instantly break into commotion.

“OH, Shhhiiiiiiiiiiii-”

“Aw hell no, Magic, do you have anything for this?” Combat Minion says as he starts rowing faster, talking over Cooking Minion’s screech of fear.

“If by that you mean piss them off, yeah. I think so,” Magic Minion says the moment she notices the entire enemy group is partially submerged. Magic Minion pulls from her person a magic slip the overlord himself had prepared for her use in case she should run into trouble. She attaches the slip to her staff and begins casting a spell under her breath while she dips the tip of her staff into the water. There is a sharp humming noise coming from the staff.

Order lowers her head and looks forward in thought, pulling in a blink’s time from her vast memory of war and magic.

“Love, fire,” Order says as she watches the minion’s actions closely. Love promptly does as she’s told and draws back her bowstring, quickly manifesting an arrow out of loosely-integrated, external mana. Love fires bolt after bolt of magic into the air, not at the minions, but straight into the air. Lain and Aoline quickly exchange confused glances, same as the minions.

“I see,” Love says with a smile, quickly getting a hold of the Minion’s strategy and Order’s countermeasure. Order quickly steps over and picks up Law, weighing at least 200 kilos with all of his equipment.

“Wh- Uh, m’lady?” the large Law spouts in confusion.

“Everyone, on top of Law!” Order commands as she kneels down for the team to jump up. In the span of five seconds, everyone in the group climbs on top of Law, held by Order, who stands up the moment Magic Minion finishes her spell. The fit is tight, but the crew can just barely make it on top of Law’s wide torso so long as they hold onto each other for support.

“Drotmayhain!” Magic Minion casts, the root word quickly identifying it to Order and Love as a lightning spell. The magic slip’s purpose revealed, it pushes the spell's power to multitudes over what Magic Minion could normally do; Order was right in guessing that Chaos had sealed a spell of his own into the slip so his traveling minions could use an incantation near his level. This immense discharge instantly exhausts Magic Minion, sending her to the floor of the raft.

In a flash, electricity arcs from the staff, into the water, and then all about the Minion’s raft in a two hundred meter radius, almost reaching to the edge of the lake on one end. In the same instant, the knights are surrounded by the vile voltage, easily enough to shock an unprepared warrior right to death. The electricity surges through Order but reaches no higher than her waist, effectively saving those without a suit of armor bearing as many enchantments as hers.

The shock subsides, and on Love’s cue, the group hops off Law’s bulwark-like chest back into the water. Order places an embarrassed Law back on his own two feet.

“Eh, good job, ma’am,” Law says to Order, who only flinched as the lethal shock traveled through her.

“Yeah, now draw your weapons, the fight hasn’t even started yet,” Order says as she replaces her grip upon Monument’s hilt. Law pauses a moment and then draws out his mace.

The tall, well-built Combat Minion peers at the knights with disgust.

“The hell, Magic Minion? You that useless? You didn’t even get one of them!” Combat Minion yells over Cooking Minion, who has again resorted to mindless, terrified screeching because he doesn’t have his frying pan with him. Magic Minion turns upside to speak.

“Watch,” she says with the phantom of a smile as Combat Minion rows them off.

Order looks over to Love.

“Do you have enough out?” Order asks as she crouches down and begins making magical hand-gestures.

“Oh, I’m pretty sure, I’d say it’s safe for you to go ahead,” Love says with a relaxed smile, looking up to the arrows, still suspended in the air awaiting her directions. Next, Order casts a spell, propelling her far above into the air, soaring right to the minion’s raft.

“Shit! Shit shit shit! Shiiii-”

“I’M NOT READY TO DIII-”

“Well, fuck,” the Combat, Cooking, and Magic Minions say in unison as Order draws Monument out with a flash of light and smashes down into them with catastrophic force. The raft is instantly destroyed and the minions, now quite unconscious from being in the mere proximity of the Solar Swords’ immense power, are sent flying. Order quickly casts another using alteration magic, to stand on the surface of the water.

‘Gravholn!’ she casts, being a skilled enough magician to skip the majority of the incantation and go right to the finishing phrase. The water below begin to unsettle as the soaring minions are caught by an unseen force and brought back to Order, who easily recovers their unconscious bodies with her magically-augmented strength. Minions in tow, Order turns to the others as the trees below sway with the shadows of unknown beasts.

“P-perhaps the good, kindly dragoneer would take harmony with my near proximity!” Matimay says, forgoing his hatred of dragons and their kind to pile behind Law with an equally-terrified Lain. Law sighs and focuses himself.

Order casts a similar spell to her first and launches herself back to the way of the group, just as the first of the angry belfarrows rise from the deep, riled up by the shock of electricity. The large water beast, an amphibious, wide-gaped serpent with teeth as large as a person’s arm, emerges from the sunken forest and swims straight for the group. It rears its fearsome, white head and opens its mouth, displaying the armies of teeth for all to see.

Love gestures at the belfarrow’s current location and activates her spell. Suddenly one of the arrows she had previously shot into the air embeds itself directly in the belfarrow’s neck, sending it squirming back into the depths. It was only the first of the swarm, and its swelling in the water is accompanied now by dozens more. Order, landing next to the others, drops the minions and redraws Monument, still using her alteration magic to use the water as solid ground.

The belfarrows are upon the group with only a moment before their conjoined strike.

“Love, left. Law, right. Recruits, the back,” Order directs the knights, who quickly follow her command and enter a circular formation.

The belfarrows ram into the group and are quickly met with the ethereal edge of Monument, a barrage of the pre-shot arrows from Love, the immense, crushing weight of Law’s mace, and the conjoined strike of Aoline and Dresmond — Lain is still quite paralyzed. Out of the mania a belfarrow comes from beneath and smashes through the walkway, separating the recruits, Matimay and Law from Love and Order.

“Hold on!” Law shouts as he grasps the young knights and fairy, and grips the walkway as it rattles from the released pressure. Since the walkway was connected via vines, the resistance is now cut and the two pathways are separated. A single belfarrow perceives their vulnerability and smashes into the walkway again. Aoline, the one at the edge of Law’s grip, is shaken off the platform and loses balance. Lain stares while the white-haired girl topples into the water with an unshaken expression of elation on her features.

“Ancestors!” Law shouts as Aoline sinks into the clear depths. Some of the belfarrows take notice and dive down alongside her. With as much speed as he can, Law orders Dresmond to keep the other two safe, strips off as much of his armor as he can, and then leaps into the steaming abyss.

Love and Order continue shooting and cutting through wave after wave of the beasts until they slip beneath the surface and disappear from sight. A loud ruckus can be heard throughout the sunken forest when the serpents brush against the trees below.

There is a short, calm pause; Lain can hear the sound of a bird chirping above as he looks down to see a violent, sporadic shape thrashing about in the depths. It’s getting closer. Lain focuses his gaze and realizes it’s coming right for them. Smashing out of the water is Law, gripping a belfarrow by the neck with Aoline held in its jaws. Dresmond carefully throws a few knives into the animal as it crashes into the walkway. Law yells a very rude word in a draconic dialect the second the creature’s neck is finally snapped from his grip. Aoline, her shockingly dense armor only dented by belfarrow’s jaws, is released and stands up as fast as she can. Law dons his armor with a humorless expression—all part of the job.

“Thanks! D-did we get them all?” an un-phased Aoline asks over the horrified whimpers of Matimay and Lain. Order gives Love another signal, gesturing toward the very large swell of water approaching them.

“Not quite, what a bother,” Love says with as relaxed an expression as ever as she raises her hand.

Forcing itself out of the waves and glistening in the sunlight is the mother of the swarm, ten times bigger than the rest. The great queen of the lake looms over the group with a fire of rage in its gaze. Order, were her helmet off, would have gladly returned the creature’s iron stare, but decides instead to cut this short – it’s too bright out, anyway, and the sun hurts her eyes.

“Now,” Order says launching herself with the spell she used previously, this time at the ruler of the sunken forest. In the blink of an eye, Love orchestrates a complex gesture, sending her two final arrows in the sky right into the queen dragon’s eyes. Quickly, Order redraws Monument in flight and smashes her blade into the face of the queen, letting forth a torrent of serpentine blood spiraling through the air.

Law cringes from the sight and finishes working on his armor.

The queen gives a great roar, blinded and with an epic gash splitting her face, begins snapping wildly and helplessly into the air to catch the Masteress Knight of Light. Order redirects her path mid-flight with another spell and hurdles down to the belfarrow’s neck. She thrusts her sword into the queen’s side and falls back to the water, cutting more than half the creature’s length. The belfarrow queen gives one last great howl and then submerges into the depths as her blood wells up and mixes with the water.

Law watches for a moment, subconsciously reaching to his own neck in grim disgust. Once Order lands back on the water and she turns back to meet up, he’s broken from his trance. “Is…is everyone alright?” Law asks the four less-capable members of the party. Everyone signals they’re fine with a nod, a “yeah,” and for Matimay, a “verily.” Order sheathes her sword and regroups with the others, just a short water’s walk away. Love hops into the water to meet up with the group at the same time.

“Hmm, good job, Ranalie!” Love says with a smile, pulling herself out at the other side of the walkway.

“Got through it thanks to your arrows,” Order says with a stretch.

“Oh, you do me too much credit! You know I’m terrible at suspension!” Love says while she waves her hand in a shooing motion. Order and Love complement each other back and forth like the two long friends that they are, and then Matimay decides to speak up after clearing his throat.

“G-good ladies?” he begins, still a little shook up.

‘Oh, yes, Matimay?’ Order asks as Love begins casting a spell to hold onto their new captives.

“I eh... he... eh. We cou-should…” Matimay takes a moment to catch himself after all the trauma. “Indeed! Righto! My good warrior of legend, might we be, how shall I say, be off? It weighs upon my bravery to waste more of our sun’s graces here,” Matimay says with a quivering smile. Order looks over to Love, and Love to Order.

“Sure,” Order agrees calmly. Law takes a breath.

“Knights, in rank,’ he says with drastically-less volume than last time. The group gets in rank just as Love finishes her spell. She speaks the final few words and from her hands comes shackles made of mana, the rawest form of magic. Glowing, deep chains of blue and white pulse out from Love’s hand with every crafting motion. Love straps the three larger sets of clamps around the necks of the Minions and secures the last one down around her own wrist. With her magically-augmented strength, she picks up all the unconscious Minions and enters rank. Aoline smiles radiantly, impressed with her superiors, though not especially surprised, and looks over to Lain.

“I told you they were awesome, Order especially,” Aoline says to the wide-eyed Lain, who has never seen anything so incredible in all of his eighteen years of life.

“Yeah... um, you were right,” he says blankly as Matimay leads the knights through the rest of the sunken forest and onto much-missed solid ground.