After some time, Paul and the soldiers had reached deep within the former base of operations for the combined armies of the continent. There was nothing but death, no life, no nothing. Curiously, he looks at the river where some Galleons were currently moored to one another and a wooden dock. Hoping to see any signs of life, he walked to it and could awfully feel an eerie silence to it, the missiles didn’t hit it and it seemed to still be in operational condition, it had Golden lining on its side and a beautiful statue of a woman on its front.

“This is definitely an important ship. Skeletons, I need one squad on me.” He quietly puts down his radio and tightly grips his assault rifle.

The mindless soldiers obeyed and the nearest squad to him stopped sweeping and followed him. They stack up on the wooden bridge that leads to the ship's main deck. With a gesture of his hand, the soldiers one by one with their guns boarded the ship's deck.

All they could hear was the cracking of the ship's wooden structure and the splash of the river's water as it hit the hull. Not satisfied, Paul orders the men to thoroughly check the ship. One of the soldiers opens a hatch that leads to the second deck and suddenly gets frozen.

“Skeletons! On me! I’ll check the second floor underneath!”

He hangs his assault rifle up, aiming down the sights as he approaches the hatch. He peeks first and sees someone in blueish Knight armor. Paul knows, they’ve taken enough lives for the day. Instead of shooting through the wood with his M4A1, he shouts at the passengers.

“WHOEVER IS DOWN THERE, SURRENDER PEACEFULLY. WE MEAN NO HARM.”

“OVER OUR DEAD BODY SKELETON! TELL THE DEMON LORD WE’D RATHER DIE!”

Frustrated, Paul gestures to the squad leader of the skeletons to throw a flashbang to the second deck. The dead soldier swings his assault rifle to his hip and with two hands, grabs the flashbang on his kevlar vest and quickly throws it into the second floor.

*-BANG!-* The soldiers breach the second floor as fast as they could, the dazed passengers couldn’t react as they entered. The Knight who was guarding the hatch simply stumbled down, confused about what was happening. Paul looks inside and could see that it's full of wounded Elves and human Knights. As he was walking down, he suddenly felt a great danger behind him. Out of nowhere, Bahamut springs into life and flies out of his pocket and catches a bolt of ice.

“Damn it! I told you not to catch shots for me!” He immediately looks at his back and points his assault rifle.

“MAKE WAY RIGHT NOW OR I’LL GUN YOU DOWN! HUG THE WALL!” He hever knew he had this much bloodlust, his finger was itching on the trigger to press it and just get it over it. Anger has overtaken his soul and wanted to know who shot his trusty friend.

The large number of people that were blocking the path simply divides, after a second of looking, he notices that there's a lady behind a crate far in the back of the ships second deck. Screaming from the top of his lungs, he orders her to give up.

“LADY! HANDS UP RIGHT NOW!”

“Interesting, a skeleton man that knows how to speak.” The lady shows herself in front of the path made by the people.

Caught by her beauty, he shakes himself and calms down, though his adrenaline was still running through his soul and his trigger finger itching, he attempts to deescalate the situation. He lowers his assault rifle, and shows his palm as a sign of being unarmed. The woman looks around and notices that the skeleton soldiers still have their guns up, pointing at the wounded Mages and Knights.

“I yield.”

Upon hearing this, he slowly approaches her. Still with his guard up as he was surrounded by people who he assures hates him and his men. After taking a good look at her, she was impressed not only by her elegance, but how she looked so entrancing. Long white hair and ice white skin, a true fairy tale waifu he thought to himself.

“Now ma’am, we’re here to help. I have helicopters, birds with medical personnel heading here now to aid the survivors and anyone else that requires attention.”

“And why should I believe an undead man who's just bones under clothes?” She had a young voice, like that of a teenage girl, but her words and tone was strong, carrying with it an aura of authority.

“Because either way, you have no choice. You people are wounded and very little personnel are here that could be able to help you. Would most of these people even be alive when you reach your shores?” Paul could only wish for a miracle to not look intimidating at all, he knows a skeleton man wearing modern combat uniform isn't exactly that appealing to trust.

After a few seconds of thinking, she tightened her fists and nodded in agreement. Paul grabs Bahamut who was on the ground after getting shot down. The little dragon simply wiggles a bit, releasing the ice from her scales and crawls her way to his shoulder. After that, he grabs his radio.

“Gridiron, what’s the estimated time of arrival for the helicopters?”

“Wait one Hannibal… it’s uhh two minutes max. I can already hear their rotors. Over.”

“Roger that. When they tune in, tell them to land near the river. We got a lot, at least a few thousand all stacked up inside the Galleon’s there.”

“Copy on all, out.”

After the conversation, he takes his men to the main deck and looks around. He could see the silhouette of a large formation of Blackhawks and Chinooks escorted by Apache and Cobra attack helicopters in the direction of the frontlines.

“Good work Master.”

“Yea, it's good work. But damn, this was still way too one sided. All is fair in love and war as they say. Fuck. I won't be able to sleep properly for a while. Absolute shit show this was.”

Behind him, he could hear someone with heels walking on the wooden stairs of the ship.

“Skeleton man, what’re you demanding?”

Paul turns his head to see her, as she walks closer to him with Knights on her back, an old man and an Elf pop out the hatch.

“Nothing. The fight is over, we’re simply following the rules of war from our land. After the fighting, the winning side has the responsibility to take in the wounded of this side that lost and it’s Paul ma’am.”

“So, no demands?”

Governor Williams, being the middle aged noble that he was and who still had a lot to lose, was in defeat.

“Look General, tell your Lord we mean no more harm.”

“No need. My commanding officer specifically ordered me to help out the wounded, it’s the least we can do.”

General Raymound then appeared, who was in his Elven Knight armor with his sword sheathed on his back, approached the General with a mighty aura of a leader and a true warrior.

“Then what about my Elven brethren? We’re they also wiped out by your force?”

“Negative, there’s about a few thousand survivors headed to this camp. We also have multiple captured combatants in our field hospitals being treated as we speak.”

The Princess on the other hand was busy trying to find a loophole or maybe a reason to their kindness after being so brutal.

“But you must need something from us.”

“Exactly who are you ma’am? I get it your royalty seeing you have a fancy crown on your head.”

The beautiful lady bows her head to him and introduces herself.

“I’m Princess Mary of Meilurious, Daughter of King Melakor.”

Helicopters arrive on the scene and land near the river, these Blackhawks and Chinooks had red cross stickers on their fuselage, players of Eldwood in human form exit the helicopter carrying gurneys and stretchers. Quickly running to the deck is their commanding officer. He immediately salutes Paul upon seeing him.

“Sir, Angels One to Four have landed. Twelve Blackhawks and Six Chinook helicopters with over a hundred or so of our members trained in Healing Arts.”

“At ease. Go into the deck, its jam packed with the wounded. Also, does Dark World VR healing magic work the same way?”

“Yes sir and are actually more efficient, alright, all units on me. We got many inside the Galleon’s. Go go go.”

The soldiers quickly ran to the second deck and started collecting the wounded, Using healing magic to those that have light wounds to help in the moving of others who are more severely wounded and need more attention.

“Gridiron, call Kenworth and have them bring trucks here. There’s too much.”

“Copy that. Their trip here would be a few minutes or so. Out.”

Paul gives way to the medical personnel as they collect those who are severely wounded. Some of the helicopters were quickly filled with wounded. Upon seeing the commotion, other people hiding inside the other Galleon’s started popping out, helping those who couldn’t walk and a lot more wounded. “Jesus, how many are there?” General Zweit, who survived the attack, comes near him.

“This camp had almost three hundred thousand people in it when the second wave left. Some were commoners and merchants selling and maintaining armor and weapons while others were doing management duties of the large map.”

“I see, we did not know that part. Look, if you can, help out in loading up the wounded on the helicopters, the uhhh... metal birds. I have more vehicles coming to help in the moving.”

"Fuck, there were civilians here." he muttered to himself after learing that this camp wasn't only military but also had civilian contractors.

Miles back, on their lines, a large convoy of military transport trucks drive through the battlefield, avoiding leftover obstacles, corpses, carcasses and driving straight through the retreating army. Stopping at nothing, the trucks reached their destination after thirty minutes of driving. More helicopters came to help the wounded while Field Tents were set up by the medical personnel near the docks. Some of the other Generals showed up to help in managing the wounded.

It was already the afternoon and the Sun was slowly going down the horizon. Paul was with the Princess on the entrance of the Hospital of City 01. There were so many wounded that the sidewalks and streets were full of gurneys and field tents. More and more Mages with experience on Healing were being brought in through helicopters from Villages and nearby Towns. To avoid scaring the people, Paul’s in his normal human form.

“I hope you’ll be able to properly transmit our message to your Father Miss Mary.”

“Of course General. We’ll make the arrangements and open up peace talks with you just as your leader has requested.”

“Okay, well in terms of the Hero guy you all love so much. He’s suffered almost all imaginable injuries known to man. But, I don’t know what kind of insane luck he has, he’ll live.”

“By the Gods. His survival means we could still stand up against the Demon Continent. I’m sure the Pope would love to hear this news.”

An awkward silence came after, knowing that he was talking to someone important, he scratched the back of his head, thinking of some topic to speak about. He instantly remembers the Holy See and the stuff he heard from the people of the land after helping out in transport and logistics.

“What the Hell are those Mages anyways and why do they look like Combat Nuns and what’s this buzz about Deus Vrax? Like who the heck names their child God’s Vrax?” His sentence was followed by a weak laugh, obviously trying to make conversation.

“Sir Deus Vrax was formerly a Dragon Knight. Born between a human father and a Dragonkind mother. He became one of the most important figures of this land's history. As one of the people to first discover and fight against the corruptive forces of Evil. It is said that he sacrificed himself to destroy the final Ancient Evils of this land which turned it into the peaceful place it is now.”

“And why exactly is there a big Religion about him? And what’s with their symbol? It's literally a big sword that looks like a cross.”

“It’s his sword that the Holy See uses as the symbol of their faith. The sword that cut through one of the first known Demons in this land.”

“Ah I see and I guess he got powerful enough to become sanctified or something?”

“No, he simply became the first Halfling to receive the power of a Dragon God. When he died, it is said that he appeared amongst his party members as a dream. Telling them to create an army to fight the upcoming new generation of Evil.”

“Not gonna lie, I could interpret that in multiple different ways but it is what it is. Other than that, when are you gonna go home? Your people might need you now seeing how many people just died in a day.”

“Sir Hector, my fiance is going to pick me up. Last I heard was that he’s on his way.”

In the free fire zone, a very expensive and ornate carriage is being drawn by six horses wearing bronze armor. It slowly tumbles through the rough terrain and corpses. The tanks and soldiers on the trenches far away watch as it navigates the killing zone.

“Ah, those arranged marriages stuff. Guess that's to be expected with royalty.”

“Mhm, though it’s not that bad. He is handsome and very nice.”

“Just be sure to follow your heart. That’s my number one advice.”

“You know, you should try being in person rather than that skeleton form.”

“We don’t use our skeleton form just for the sake of looking intimidating. We have to keep our identities hidden. Lots of people want us dead.”

“Well, you don’t look bad at all. I thought you’d look more demonic but you actually look pretty handsome. Your jet black hair also suits you very well.”

Flustered, Paul looks the other way.

“Th-thank you. I apologize for the stutter, I’m not used to getting complimented.”

“Heehee. You guys aren’t like the other Generals you know? You guys seemed more agreeable and approachable.” Curious after seeing his other side, Princess Mary gets closer to him.

“Might be because we came from a different place and please don’t get too close to me. I’m not used to it.” Like a radar, the more she gets closer, the redder his face gets.

“Ehhh? Why is that? Not used to having women around you?”

“Y-y-yes. Exactly that, I’m not really the type to be gawed at by girls. This body doesn’t really depict who I truly am.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Well, you wouldn’t understand. This is but an avatar, it doesn’t represent the real me. Let’s leave it at that.”

“I don’t really get it, but you look good in my eyes.”

As the two chatted, the street in front of the hospital was suddenly rattled by a speeding carriage. It immediately stops next to the two who were having a good conversation. The door opens and a man wearing Noble entire and red cape jumps out, he grabs the Princess and unsheathes his sword and points it at Paul

“STAY AWAY FROM MY LADY DEMON!”

“How about we calm down?”

“Sup’.” Paul lifts his right hand, waving it.

“I saw what you did, unimaginable destruction! A total massacre of innocent lives willing to die for their countries and clans!”

“We were only defending ourselves. This didn’t happen if you tried to talk to us first and have a peaceful discussion.”

“Beasts! All of you! Undead beasts!”

“Look, I know it sounds crazy from an outside point of view, but believe me. Even though we think our military technology has gone too far.”

He was grabbing Mary very harshly, trying to protect her from him.

“Hector, please stop grabbing me. It hurts.”

“Mary, why are you talking to this Demon? Didn’t you see what he’s done not only to your people but others?!”

“I’ve talked to him already and what happened here is our high command failing to do its job. We jumped the river and got caught in its current. We merely paid the price. I’m also angry but it's not their fault.”

“ Have you been brainwashed?! Can’t you not see the death they caused?! Hundreds of thousands are dead within a day! Even the Demon Lord couldn’t pull off such a high death rate!”

The screaming man was creating a scene, seeing that Paul attempts to step forward to deescalate the situation before they cause any more ruckus.

“Just calm down. I swear, we do not have any connections to the Demon Lord.”

As he got closer, Sir Hector tried to swing his Rapier at him. Halfway through his swing, his arm is suddenly stopped by telekinetic magic. The voice of a mature woman is heard.

“I’d appreciate it if you could not hurt my Master. He’s dumb but he means well.”

Bahamut crawls out from Paul’s jacket and climbs to his shoulder and sits herself down neatly.

“A talking Black Dragon? Just what are you?”

“Just a dude trying to survive an unknown world? I guess…?”

“Now, calm down before I eat you whole child. I hate those who make a ruckus when I’m resting.”

Sir Hector instantly feels Bahamut’s threat and calms himself down. He gently lets go of his tight grip on Mary’s shoulder and collects himself.

“Are we good now? There’s still a lot to do, it would be nice if you could help out.”

“No, I’ve only come here to collect my bride. I apologize for my discourse. I’ve never seen so many dead bodies in my entire life. Death might be normal, but that many many bodies… I couldn’t believe my eyes.”

“I hope you people have learned something about conducting war. Never start one before knowing what your enemy is capable of and also, apologize to my Master for touching him. I’d take out your hand for touching him in such a manner but my Lord wouldn’t want that.”

“Yes Bahamut, calm down please.” Though happy that his little Dragon friend is going so far to defend him, he couldn’t help but pet her.

“Wow, who are you ma’am?”

“I am the almighty Dragon God of Time and Void. Founder of the Black and Red Dragon Lineage. The great Queen of the Ancient Dragons, Bahamut.” Though being a small Dragon the size of a kitten, her voice was extremely mature and deep. Each tone and word blurted out had a purpose and sense. Straightforward and razor sharp.

“Princess Mary and Sir Hector: We apologize for our rudeness!”

The two properly bowed to Bahamut as they heard her introduction.

“Wait, why would you two instantly believe that? You don’t even know if she’s actually telling the truth.”

“No, but her aura when she spoke. It commanded respect and dignity. That’s something no normal Dragonkin could do.”

“You have good ears for two mortals. I applaud your manners. Manchild, I hope you won't do that again, I’ll let you off for now. My Lord doesn’t want violence right now, but disrespect him once again. You’ll feel my wrath.”

“Calm down again, Bahamut. It’s understandable from what my friends and I did. Let them disrespect me, they earned it from what we did. We also killed civilians, you know?” as if to open a large wound, he looks down, thinking about the blood he has on his hand.

“I apologize. Please forgive me.”

“We chill dude, we chill.” he reaches out his fist to symbolize peace.

“Yes, we’re chill…?” Unknown to his customs. Hector tries to grasp the fist.

“No, no, no. You do it too and we bump it.” Hector complied and they bumped fists.

“Yeaah! Now we’re at peace. We chill right?”

“Uh huh… yes we’re chill.”

Mary on the other hand bows and politely talks to Bahamut.

“I apologize to you Queen Bahamut. My Ice bolt hit you directly in the chest.”

“No need. Do not call me Queen, just Bahamut.”

“O-of course.”

Hector on the other hand is stoked to know there’s another Dragon God that’s sided with humanity.

“But do you know Queen Catherine? The Dragon God that had made a pact with humanity? We really need more Dragon Gods on our side, the Demon Continent has Augustus on their side.”

“No, I’ve not yet heard of this woman nor of this Augustus.”

“If you may excuse my rudeness but, you have too. The continent desperately needs more Dragon Gods on our side.”

“Mortal, I’ve not even stated my reasons to be here. Nor do I wish to mingle in your politics and conflicts. I only came here to aid my Lord in every way I can.”

“I mean Bahamut, if you really think you can and should. Feel free to do so. I don’t really think our contract prohibits you going about and talking to folks. It should also help us in creating peace with them. You know this royalty stuff way better than any of us do.”

“But my Lord, I cannot simply leave you behind. You seem to attract trouble and conflict. Whenever I took my eyes off you back then, you’d be sinking in mud or eaten by a carnivorous plant.”

“You don’t have too. It’s just that we need as many allies as we can. As you know, none of us know the customs and manners of royals. But you do, heck I’m pretty sure you were there when it first became a thing and hey, shush. I… like to adventure and touch things that piques my curiosity.”

“I’m sure Queen Catherine would be happy to know she has another person to count on. She has been carrying the burden of the Pact for almost two hundred years now.”

“I’ll… I’ll think about it. But I must first discuss this with my Lord.”

“Later then, I still have to guard this so-called great Hero. So we might as well just chat there.”

“Then please, do think about it thoroughly.”

“How would that work though? Bahamut doesn’t have a human form, even if she does. I don’t think she’s willing to change into it.”

“But Queen Catherine has been in her human form for many years now. She never had a problem with it.”

“Hence Sir Hector why I was adamant to this suggestion. I do not wish to change my current state and form nor mingle with another Dragon God. Disagreements may lead to bigger problems than we have now.”

“But couldn’t you maybe try?”

“Look Mary, and Hector, I’ve asked her before and she said no. I highly doubt she’ll agree with you guys. I’m sure we’ll find a way. But for now, please do head back to your Kingdom. A lot must be done.”

They split up with Mary and Hector boarding the carriage to be taken away while Paul started walking to the main hallway to take an elevator to the fifth floor where Sigured was being kept. The hospital was flooded with gurneys and stretchers, medical equipment was littered everywhere while Eldwood’s personnel tried their best to teach the Mages and Medical Doctors of the land about proper hygiene and the wearing of lab gowns with sanitized hands.

He arrives at the room where the Hero was in bed. Strapped down and his entire body was covered with bandages. Paul sits by the window overlooking the main entrance and street. He puts his hands on the small round table while Bahamut flies to it and faces him.

“What?”

“Paul, I hope you wouldn’t suggest such a thing again. This contract of ours was made by a pact very few things could break. My duty, body, soul, and faith is to you alone. Neither Gods nor Devils may change it.”

“Was it that bad? I mean, I merely suggested for you to help in our efforts of making allies.”

“But that was overstepping your boundaries. I did not want to be part of this world's affairs and its politics, all I wish is to be by your side at such a trying time.”

“I mean, I just… ugh. I apologize. We don’t know anything about this royalty stuff, we’re confused and alone and most of all afraid. If I overstepped my boundaries, you have all the right to tell me your words and I wholeheartedly apologize. I just get riled up when faced with situations I do not know what to do.”

“I came and answered your call because I knew you were worthy. That still hasn’t changed, I know you do not know anything about this. I am willing to help you learn and do my best in helping you navigate through the political conflicts of this world. But please, do not involve me directly. I’d prefer being in the shadows. Free of such chains.”

“Truth to be told, I am very confused right now. I feel like puking from what I just saw and did hours ago, but I also feel like just giving up. Is this even worth it? I don’t know. Might be better if I jumped off the roof and tested if we still respawn.”

“Do not say such things, I know you can keep moving forward. That’s all you’ve done in the face of a great challenge. I know you can overcome this hurdle and come out on top as usual. That’s why I like you, my Master. Not one day passed without it being interesting and engaging.”

“We’ll see, things are… different. Very different now. Though we have you, we still don’t know how you’ll play into the bigger scheme of things. So at the end of the day, we still have to lean on ourselves and our crazy wacky planning… I really wanna go home.”

As if to deflate from the tiring feeling he has on his back, Paul slouches on his chair and puts his head slowly down on the table. His cheeks could feel the cold surface of the table as the Sun slowly disappeared through the horizon.

“Do not worry, I’m sure you’ll be able to find a way. That’s how you’ve always done it, am I correct?”

“Yea… I always find a way. I don’t want to use the excuse that things are different now, but it seems just so alien and foreign to me. This place and its land, culture, buildings and things. Haaaa… I’m… I’m so tired. Truth to be told, I am curious what your human form looks like. Ahhhh, my back hurts. I feel so old already.” Acting like an old man, he cracks his back and plops back down to the table.

Bahamut gets close to Paul’s cheek, she gently rubs it with her head like a Kitten comforting its owner. Tired, the man still in body armor dozes off for the night.

It was in the middle of the cold evening when he was awakened suddenly, he felt as if someone just touched his cheek and disappeared. After gaining some of his bearings, he notices that Bahamut is gone, he rummages through his Kevlar Vests’ pouches and pockets, trying to get a feel of her small scaly body. After removing some of the STANAG magazines for his M4A1, he ultimately finds nothing.

He took a glance at the room's door window on his left, he could see the silhouettes of medical personnel and hear the busy hallway as they continually did their duty. Standing up like an old man, he opens the door a little bit, some of the men notice him and salute, he nods back while peeking and they continue on their way, curious to see where Bahamut has gone. He pokes his head out even more.

The hallway was still overcrowded, some of the men passing him by salute and saying “Good Evening, Sir.”. He nods back to them as much as he can, but there’s just so many. Still a bit woozy from waking up suddenly, he saw a tall figure of a woman wearing a Gothic jet black gown straight from the Victorian era. It’s dark color stands out from the rest of the crowded hallway with Doctors and Nurses and soldiers in blue and OCP Camo. He curiously follows it as the beautiful stranger moves to the staircase in the middle of the hall.

As he looked up the stairs, he got hit by the glare of what seemed to be a crown. He continues to follow the lady till he reaches the last flight of steps which leads to the roof. The access door to it was partially left open, as if the person was inviting him to take a peak.

Opening the door slowly, looking at the left first, nothing. Only the chain link fence that assures visitors the patients won’t fall when visiting the roof. He slowly looked to his right, over the lines of hanging clothes, he could see the shadow of a lady. The midnight Moon was over her head, even more curious. The man in camouflage and kevlar opens the access door fully and steps into the roof. Fast walking to the lady, when he reached about five meters from her. He stops and reaches for his pistol. He lets his hand hover over the Glock’s frame. Ready to draw his weapon

“Ma’am, state your name. Are you from the land? A native? Don’t move, I’m not here to hurt you, slowly turn around and do not try anything, I'm ready to shoot at any moment.”

Taking a longer and closer look this time, his eyes were absolutely captivated by her. She was one if not, one of the most beautiful things he’d seen in his entire life. Peering through his memories, not even the Waifus from the anime he has watched could compare. Her long dress clearly shows the outline of her beautiful fit body and her long slender arms beyond that of a supermodel's look. Through his mind, she could be 178cm or 180cm tall. Her straight long black hair was gleaming as if it was just recently washed and it almost touched the floor of the roof.

Her hair was so shiny that the Moon’s light was reflecting out of it, though not seeing her entire body, she had untethered power coming out. As if she was a lonely Goddess who descended upon a mortal plane.

Her head slowly turns to look at him, the shiny black crown reflects the Moon’s light. Noticing the figure was turning, he takes a good look and notices she has a black and ornate Claymore in her hands. He quickly unholsters his pistol and holds her at gunpoint

“MA’AM! SHOW ME YOUR HANDS RIGHT NOW!” Now able to see her front he was more alerted when her beautifully European esc face was covered by a thin black veil, He faintly could see her red lipstick smiling beneath it, But what caughts his attention even more was the gold coloured eyes with pupils the one a lizard has.

Peering through the veil, as if to stare down his very soul. Her eyes had a fierce look with it, one that commands respect and authority. As he was about to look down to see Claymore his eyes were caught by her extremely well rounded big breasts. Just as he was about to continue looking, he was rattled by Bahamut.

He wakes up absolutely drooling from his mouth as if he had a wet dream. Shocked at the moment, he makes sure he hasn’t drawn his pistol out and pointed it at some random person or object. His hand felt the pistol inside its holster and he let out a big sigh of relief.

“Wha, what!? What the sweet Jesus holy fuck what was? Am I this desperate to find a chick or have I gone crazy? Bahamut, what the Hell just happened to me?”

Absolutely dumbfounded, Bahamut could only tilt her head at the delusional man spouting nonsense.

“Exactly what Master? You were asleep the entire night. Though it seemed that you were having nightmares… or something...”

“Ah I see, I guess it’s all a dream… WHAT THE HELL THOUGH.” He puts his hand above his head. Staring randomly at the ceiling to process what dream he just had. After some seconds of collecting his thoughts. The sounds outside catch his attention. It was the commanders of the defeated armies collecting their wounded on carriages. It seems that the efforts of the hospital and its members paid off. Dozens were already fully healed and headed back to their respective Kingdoms and towns. Though still rattled by his dream, he stands up and looks at Sigured.

The man was in his early twenties, extremely well built, tall and with a handsome face and blonde hair to go with it, He was the complete package any woman would drool over for.

“Geez, if only I was that handsome. Pretty sure most of my life’s problems would be gone.”

“I think you look good the way you are right now M’Lord.”

“Bahamut, I told you… okay. Call me Master or Lord or whatever just don’t overuse it please. It cringes me a bit hearing someone call me that. Not in a bad way, It's just that we don't really use those words anymore.”

“Ahahaha, of course. Though teasing you is entertaining .”

“Ha-ha-ha. Yea, a freaking Dragon is messing with me. What has my life become?”

He enters the bathroom to the left of where the Hero’s bed was near the window. He takes a leak and looks at himself in the mirror. He realizes that he is in the body of his Avatar, the well built handsome man in the mirror shocks him. He never imagined in his entire lifetime he could look that good. Fixing the tightness of the kevlar vest and realigning his Beret. He composes himself as he walks out of his room. Two soldiers greet him, guarding the Hero’s Hospital room. They saluted him as he walked out and he saluted them back quickly before going downstairs with Bahamut in tow.