Walking into the Alleyway, the two Vampires exit the Humvee and immediately the high class citizens whisper amongst themselves.

“Must be the Vampire Kingdoms representatives.”

“They really need to control their people.”

“I heard the person killed is an innocent noble girl.”

Passing the police tape, the General sees a Sergeant looking stoned at the dead body.

“First time?”

“First time seeing such a pretty lady laying dead right in front of me…”

Paul looked and could see a brown haired beauty wearing a long dress with a ring on her index finger and her expensive red earrings shining as the reflections from the light hit it.

“Better get used to this sight soldier.”

“I wanna go home.” The man pinches his nose. Not wanting to smell the corpse.

Inching closer, he spots the small two holes on her neck. Visibly a work of a creature that sucks blood.

“What do you think sir? It’s a Vampire right?”

“Might be, Vampires aren’t the only mythical beasts that sucks blood you know?”

“But sir, look at those marks.”

“Calm down Sarge. Ugh, fuck. I can’t handle seeing this. Any more evidence?”

“Number Two and Three are behind her sir.”

He looks deeper into the alleyway and sees a bag and some debris.

“She might’ve struggled.”

As he moves on with the soldier, the two Vampires crouch and take a long good look at the dead woman. Paul on the other hand looks at the Bag and could see that it had all of her personal effects and belongings. Even her Gold coins were still there.

“Just how do you kill these things?”

“Vampires you mean?”

“Yes sir.”

“Have you ever fought one in Dark World?”

“No sir.”

“Have you ever encountered one?”

“Yes sir.”

“How was it?”

“Died and respawned.”

“Typical. Same for me. But it was in a PvP zone so I lost my Demon Armor. After that, I chased after her for about a week just to get it back.”

“Dang.”

“Yea, and my only spare one was a Divine Holy Armor and the Golden Sword Camlann.”

“Did you defeat her though?”

“I did. Look, do you know why high level armor has neck guards and joint protection?”

“For arrows and bows right sir?”

“Yes but it also serves another purpose. Blocking those Vampires with invisibility from just sucking your blood or Wolves from just slashing your neck open. Next, never give them chase. With human bodies, it's but a waste of time.”

“Then we’ll draw them out?”

“Exacto. Draw them out, make yourself seem exposed and have it come to you. Just be prepared to be jumped badly because they’ll be confident if they jump you.”

“Damn.”

Alana then calls out to Paul.

“M’Lord, please come look at this.” She points at her bite mark.

“Yea, what about it?”

“It’s deep. Whoever drank her blood was planning on drinking it all.”

General Davis then joins in.

“But the report said it was asphyxiation.”

“No, that’s after whoever did it was done, Sir Davis.”

“Is that some sort of a Vampire tactic or something?”

“Yes, we usually do this to prevent them from turning, to kill your prey midway through. It’s not accepted but to see it again, So this person must not be of my Kin or one that is rogue.”

“Well… shit.”

Paul on the other hand notices that the Vampire Queen hasn’t moved an inch after crossing the Police Tape, she’s just staring at the adjacent building's second floor windows. Alana who was about to talk to him notices his gaze and looks at her back seeing the tall womans statue-like pose. She then uses her powers to see what she was on about and detects multiple people on the floor. A small slit is opened at the top window curtain and a direct wind magic flies straight at her.

“Sergeant, send men to the adjacent building right now.”

“Roger sir.”

The distorted air shot completely removes her mask. But Paul was fast and was able to cover her face. Preventing them to see her eyes and facial features.

“Look at my eyes. Do not do anything, I know you wanna cut them up into little pieces, but that’s not the time now. Do not fall into their folly.”

The General holds her face close to him. Though she was two inches taller than him, his hat covered her entire head.

“Hnnnggg...“

Little to their knowledge that Allend has already gone through the Flower Shop on the first floor, silently defeating the low level Vampires that were there. On the second floor, a handsome young man with a top hat is looking back at the Queen down below on the alleyway.

“That might be the Queen…”

“My Lord, that is the Queen! It has to be!”

“Before the Vampire Hunter reaches us, let us create one last attempt.”

A red haired woman on the corner opens a slit on the door, the soldiers down below open fire but being a Vampire, their bullets are only able to distract her as she uses her spilling blood to create a tiny arrow which hits Paul in the cheek, causing immediate bleeding.

“M-MY LORD!”

“It’s fine. Don’t mind it. Just look at my brown eyes.”

The man on the white UN Humvee finally manages to tilt the .50 Browning to the second floor as the massive bullets destroy the concrete, spilling a large cloud of asbestos and shards of the metal supports inside, a man in a cloak then bursts through the door and hand to hands the hooded Vampires guarding their masters.

“M’Lord! M’Lady! RUN!”

“Mister Joshua. Pleased to meet you again, I shall be making my exit now. I still believe that is the Queen, just without her immense bloodlust which is hard to believe.”

They quickly grab their packs and prepare to exit, putting their cloak hoods over their heads. Down below, Paul could hear the Queen’s panting, wanting to drink his blood. To calm her, he softly grabs her hands and wraps his fingers around hers and whispers to her.

“Calm down, feel my hand. Remember our adventures so far. Do not fall into the temptation, because if you do, we’ll have an entire world going against us.”

“I… Hnng… know…”

Her grip becomes more tight but she holds herself back as she could easily crush the General’s human hands. Alana and Bahamut who just awakened and were scanning the scene run to help the Vampire Hunter, with the little Dragon diving into the chimney.

Two MTVRs arrive at the scene, deploying four squads worth of Skeleton soldiers all in combat gear. Three were to come from the Back, Sides and Front and one will go to the roof and rappel down to the second floor. Joshua killed the low level Vampires, with the team on the nearby Church reporting no respawns means they were all natives and as the cloud of smoke billows, the more powerful Vampires were gone and left but an opened window. He goes to the opened window and signals the people below that the situation has been resolved.

Everyone breathes a sigh of relief.

General Davis on the other hand orders the skeletons to go around the block and the sewers to check for their possible traces. Joshua with a bouquet of White Roses from the first floor flower shop gives it to the panting Queen as the dust from the decimated concrete lands on the street.

“Cheers your majesty.” he then grabs Davis’ Radio. “They’re gone. It's not worth it.” He then goes to the sidewalk and walks on his own. The soldiers with the skeletons then clears out the crowd, forcing them to vacate or get detained. Elizabeth on the other hand pulls Paul into the alleyway and pins him on the wall with his bloody cheek with an open slit. She moves her beautiful pale face so close to his that they could feel each other's breath and her emerald coloured eyes turn Gold. Her face is fully flushed with lust and starts sensually sucking on his open wound.

Davis and Alana immediately notice this and start pulling her away, but she was extremely strong. Not even budging an inch, other soldiers notice the commotion and call back the skeletons to help pull her from the General’s cheek. Paul on the other hand goes unconscious from the sheer amount of lust that was sent to his veins, knocking him out. After two minutes and four squads of soldiers, they finally managed to pry her off the man.

Later, the General hears the rattling of a carriage and the steps of a horse. Opening his eyes, the rays of the new world's Sun hit his eyes, blinding him from seeing the full view. Moving his hands to check if all his limbs are there, he felt some weight on his right. Moving his fingers, it was another hand, long slender fingers with sharp nails but most of all the skin felt like that of a super smooth cloth in contrast to his hard and brittle skin.

“By the Gods, you’re alright.”

Hearing the low and alluring voice of a woman, he fully opens his eyes, acclimating to the light and finally seeing her. It was Elizabeth, on her knees and tightly holding his right hand. Her long blonde hair was on the floor of the carriage, she looked like an angel in his eyes, ready to take him to Heaven for doing his best.

“Are… all my limbs intact?”

He hears a cute giggle and her hands wrap around his.

“Don’t worry, thou is all fine.”

Remembering that a Vampire just took a sip of his blood, he immediately uses his left hand to feel his fangs and see if it's as sharp as hers. Holding his breath in, his finger feels it and it was his normal ones. Immediately releasing his air, a big sigh is all he could make from the situation.

“Do not worry… I’d never punish you to the pain of eternal life.”

“I guess my passives worked. But I never had a purebred suck my blood before, looks like that worthless skill was useful in the end.”

“And even then, I’d do everything in my power to make sure you live a normal and happy life.”

“Is… that… so...“

She gently pats the head of Paul who's still trying to properly wake himself up.

“Haaaa… you have the same stupidity of my husband, I’m sure the two of you would’ve gotten along.”

“Heh… he must have good taste.”

Not wanting to do anything, he turns his lead to the left just to be met with her supermodel stomach. Surprised, he moves his hand to his pillow and realizes it's her lap. He immediately blushes and buries his head on her thighs to hide his face. She just smiles while in front of the carriage, Bahamut who seems to be biting something and Alana look at the two with envious eyes.

“Though I find it troubling that I’ll never find out what Ha-Joon’s ending with Sung-Ho.”

“Ugh, you were watching those dubbed K-Dramas in our room? Really?”

“We Vampires only sleep for the sake of it. We only need to do it for our mental health.”

“Jesus, well. If we stop by another Outworlder city, I’ll introduce you to something better. Anime. Huehuehuehue.”

“Is it dubbed? I’d like to use every opportunity I get to learn your language of American English.”

“Hasn’t Bahamut been teaching you?”

“No. That lizard is too busy sleeping or biting a shiny Gold Coin.”

“WAIT WHAT.”

He looks up and sees Bahamut was munching on a large Gold Coin, but before he could do anything, he is put back to sleep. Later, he’s awakened by the Countess, slapping his cheeks gently.

“Oy M’Lord, when did you learn to be smooth? Did the Queen sucking your blood flip a switch?”

“Wha-what?”

“Wake up, we’ve arrived.”

He stands up and realizes that he would still be wearing his General uniform. Looking down, he is stoked to see he was in his Villager outfit. Stepping out of the carriage, he is met with a colorful village in the middle of a forest. It surprisingly has a large amount of Elves and Humans mixed in and walking through it, the large three and four floor wooden buildings shocks him as it looked like it could topple. As he followed Alana, the man saw that this town was quite peaceful as she led him to the Adventurer’s Building. Its lobby, as expected, was filled with all sorts of characters. From Archers, Swordsmen and Rangers.

There he sees Elizabeth with Bahamut who was busy on an Application Form for an Adventurer’s Card while the Little Dragon was eating the Peanuts meant for the Guests of the building. Alana tells her that they’ll be in the lobby as she finishes and submits it. Sitting down, her beauty caught the eyes of many of the adventurers but some could feel her dangerous aura and looked away. Sitting down on a wooden picnic table, the two already looked bored.

“I need to get my Broadsword repaired.”

“What’s that?”

“Huh? You know, a double edged one handed sword you use with a Shield? Broadsword?”

“Uhhhh… you mean an arming sword?”

“What’s an arming sword?”

“The very thing you just described.”

“Wait, Broadswords isn’t a word?”

“No M’Lord.”

“Huh…” he just stared at her after learning the information.

“But what kind of Arming Sword have you been wielding?”

“It's one used by King Paimon after me and the boys cleared his Underworld Castle. It's my general use sword but it's heavily damaged. Wait, so what’s a Longsword to you?”

“Your bigger sword?”

“But wait, how do you use it? Have I been wielding Hellraiser in the wrong way for four years now?”

“With two hands. But there’s shorter versions where one hand is viable, which is the one you’ve been using.”

“Wait, just how…” baffled, the man could only scratch the back of his head.

He could hear the adventurers behind him laughing at his misinformation and lack of proper knowledge of Renaissance weaponry. Annoyed, he turns around and the slim man in leather armor looks him up and down immediately and laughs even more.

“Excuse me sir, but what seems to be the problem?”

With a thick and peachy country accent, the man replies.

“What kind of adventurer doesn’t know basic swords? Lookin’ at ya, are you sure you're cut for this job? You look like yer’ better off in a Mansion! AHAHAHA!”

With blank eyes, he materializes his Python revolver which Alana immediately hides and covers with her hands.

“I apologize for his demeanor.”

“A pretty lady like you should roll with us, we can protect you way betta’ than this chump.”

Even more frustrated, Paul smiles at Alana then violently starts trying to pull his revolver out of her grip. Suddenly, Elizabeth and her towering posture break up the feud and with a single smirk, the two are silenced and back to their seats.

“Countess, you told me to use my powers in the interview, yes?”

“Yes your Majesty. They’ll go and see how much Mana you have, so to avoid any attention, me and Paul simply used my power to fake or… threaten the lady.”

“Alright. I’m only number three so I guess it’s gonna be quick. I’ll meet you later. Bahamut, stay with them.”

“Of course. But dost peanuts?”

“Later alright?”

Paul is surprised the two got along well as he looks around for some peanuts.

“Bahamut, you seem to be getting used to her.”

“I’ve traveled long with her. Thou didn’t expect her to be with us for this long.”

“Ah, true. At first, I thought she’d last with us for a week but look at us now, a month or so and still going strong.”

Elizabeth then comments with her right hand on her hip.

“I might be Royalty, but I was once a traveling Priestess with a Noble Knight.”

“Oh yea, You’ve told me a bit of that story. You discovered a Fountain of Life but it was corrupted or something right?”

“Mhm. Corrupted by the Primordial Vampire’s blood, thus creating me and my passed Husband. The first Vampires, it took us hundreds of years, generations to get here now. I’m happy with how it all ended, it’s not how I wanted it to be but it did happen and I must move on.”

“That’s the important part I’d say. Leave with no regrets. Now, good luck with your interview. Don’t overdo it.”

“Of course.”

She politely bows and goes to the upper floors for her interview. After an hour, she comes back, proudly showing her Adventurer’s Card. Alana was quick and is already dragging the group to the Quest Board. On the way there, Paul grabs the bowl of Peanuts and holds it in his hand while the other hand puts Bahamut up to it and starts to gobble it up.

“So, here we have one for Orcs, that one for Mythical Creatures and that one for a Scouting mission.”

Being lazy as usual, Paul says the scouting one.

“It’s easy, fast and a good way to teach the Queen here how to be an adventurer one-o-one.”

` “Maybe, but wouldn’t Orc hunting be a good one too?”

Elizabeth then raises her hand.

“I uhhhh… haven’t hunted or fought Orcs for a thousand or so years now.”

Alana grabs the paper for the Scouting Quest.

“Scouting it is then.”

After getting it stamped with their Group name, they head back to the carriage. While preparing his swords and weapons, the Queen encounters a brown and white Kitten, the friendly little creature sends her heart to explode. Quickly petting it, in return, the tiny feline purrs for her.

“We’re all ready! Board the carriage!” Paul cries out, she gives the little thing one last pet and heads off. Waving to it as they pass.

A mile from the town, Elizabeth’s attention is caught up with the Rules written behind her Adventurer’s Card. He notices this and taps her shoulder.

“Eeeek!~”

“Woah, you good?”

“Ah, of course. Just thinking about this Rule about not interfering with other Adventurers and other Quests.”

“What about it? The strangest rule for me is the first one. To let any Holy See or Allied Kingdom Representative do as they wish as long as it involves one's Quest. Sounds very suspicious.”

“But the second one is even stranger, why do they not want us to be with other Adventurers?”

“Don’t know, maybe so that they could easily catalog this or something. I don’t know.”

“Hm.” She continues her suspicion, deep in thought of what could have made them to make such strange first two rules for adventuring.

“Hey now, don’t overthink it. It’s just some fancy card.”

“I find it strange that the Holy See would impose such a thing. The Twelve Gods Religion would never do something like this.”

“It's not like the Twelve Gods have a unified central location of worship. Isn’t that the worship of the last Twelve Gods? The Holy See on the other hand has an entire Nation to them, the Theocracy of Anthony.”

“Sir Anthony’s Kingdom became a Theocracy? Now that’s news to me My Lord.”

“Oh yea, well. Reports from Central Command said that it is where the main big Church of the Holy See is at.”

“Ehhhh… to see that man be hailed as a Saviour. Tsk, he did defeat the Second Demon King and then me.”

“You still angry?”

“No. Yes…, a bit.” Elizabeth instinctively starts playing with her bangs. “That man brought great destruction to my plans for the first Vampiric Empire.”

“Were you really planning on going through with that?”

“No, but it would be great if it did.”

Paul just facepalms.

“It would, but it didn’t. And I really need to get my Arming Sword maintained.”

“Why not use the Greatsword?”

“Can you not see how bulky and heavy it is? I literally need to sling it on my back to haul it around. There’s a reason why I switched to the smaller one.”

“I kinda prefer its style.”

“Oh what a sight that would be. The Vampire Queen wielding my almighty Hellraiser.”

“So that’s what you named it? Hellraiser?”

“Mhm. It was actually just a normal Greatsword. Back in Dark World, everything on the market is made by us. The players, and this one was made with great care. Bought it after some dungeon diving and trading.”

“Aren’t you a busy man.”

“Oh yea, and like what…” he puts his head up, recalling memories. “Three? Four? Years I used nothing but that bulky thing. It looked cooler and cooler, as I upgraded it to my more… unique aesthetics. Ornamental detailing, serrating, and some enchantments here and there.”

“And what could its best ability be?”

“I uh, broke it once. Fought a Giant Knight with a Broadsword. I had to get an entirely new blade, and since I was already stacked. I bought a new blade forged from Meteorite Steel, mended with Dark Ingots from Hell. It prevents regeneration from Creatures that can.”

“Oh my. That would be a very effective weapon against my kind.”

“That was my plan… till I realized how fast you Vampires, Werewolves, Dark Elves and other insane Species were. So, when I got the chance to switch. I did. Now, it's just one of my many back ups.”

“Though I have no use for weapons, I do like Swords. Adventuring with a Knight made me see the allure of it. Thus, I requested my own one. A Rapier, made from Bloodstone and Magical Crystals.”

“Kinda crazy someone as powerful as you have a freaking long weapon. Pretty sure that thing can cut through Adamantine Armor.”

“I haven’t yet, but it surely didn’t work on the Armor of the Saint.”

“Not even my Sword can. Hellraiser or the Arming Sword of King Paimon. Believe me, I also tried.”

As the two chatted through the hot afternoon, with the Sun slowly going down on the horizon. Paul was with Bahamut, inside the carriage cooking some leftover meat while Alana was asleep and Elizabeth on the helms, she’d sniff the air. Smelling the aroma of their dinner as he added some spice to the pan.

“So Bahamut, any questions?”

“Seems easy Master.”

“Yep, it's Meat. If you want, you can tenderize it too, but these are already good so no need but if you ever find the time, do try it. Dragons like you eat things Raw but I’m sure with some cooking, you’ll have better meals.”

“Thyself? I’ve never really seen the need as a normal Cow already tastes good.”

“Just a suggestion.”

“Maybe, M’Lord.”

Elizabeth turns around from the front seat.

“Watch out! We got Orc Riders!”

Alana hears this and awakens. Quickly grabbing the hot knife Paul is using to move the Steak around the pan and throws it into the forest. A scream is heard and violent rustling, she then grabs a Sword and prepares as more than ten muscled and burly Orcs riding Great Wolves attack them. The Undead Horse pulling the carriage speeds up, shocking the attackers from the unholy speed from the dead creature.

On the other hand, the General grabs his Revolver inside a box. Materializing ammo for it and quickly shooting at the Orc Riders. Some of his shots landed but the rest they dodged, in return, they fired poison arrows at his carriage. Alana slices through some with more Knives and Kitchenware as their arrows hit the wooden walls. Finishing his reload, he fires his Python again, spending the Six rounds in finishing off the last of pursuers. After a brief moment of respite, more Orc Riders appear and are now supported by Abyssal Dwarves. Cursed Dwarfs that have manifested Demonic Wings and uses a cursed Bow and Arrow. Seeing the commotion behind was getting worse, Elizabeth and Bahamut spring into action. Letting Paul’s Undead Horse to just continue sprinting.

Tired of having to reload after every six shots, he gets the second Python and starts dual wielding them. Elizabeth sprints pass Alana and Paul who was defending the rear of the Carriage, she jumps down to the dirt path and using her hand and elbow, she parries the swords and lances of the Orcs while kicking the Great Wolves and throwing the riders off and killing them with a single look through fire magic, igniting them like a match. The intense heat burns them to a crisp while she starts running, catching up to the speed of the chase. Wearing her leather armor, she was given more free reign to move around. Buzzing around like she was teleporting.

Bahamut on the other hand has changed her size into that of a normal Great Dragon, swiftly eating and gobbling up some of the Abyssal Dwarves while those smart enough dodged her mouth and fired arrows at her eyes. She manages to close them but this forces her to keep a long range and just to use her breath. Turning around, she opens her mouth and lefts off a bright orange fire breath, the small flying creatures could visibly see the fire exiting out of her throat and some manages to dodge before being hit and turned to dust.

Slowly, the attackers peel off. Seeing the futility of the chase. Finally the group breathed a sigh of relief.

“Dang, there were a lot.”

Paul plops into his bed, laying his back to relax and unwind.

“Yea, but we scared them off.”

Suddenly, a Raptor-like creature with armored scales jump their carriage. Ramming the side and almost tilting the entire wagon. Alana and Elizabeth gang up on the creature and the Orc Chief riding it, as they got close, the Chief threw a smoke bomb. Covering his escape into the bushes. A Warhorn is heard and roars from both sides now are heard.

“Chowabungga it is.”

Paul brings out his M4A1 from its case and starts popping those he sees while a thousand Bats come out of the forest as the Vampire Queen becomes more powerful, like a true Vampire, a red aura emanates from her surroundings as the Chief orders his men to attack her and Alana. The Queen's long flowing blonde hair starts to levitate in a scary manner, as if its tentacles encroach upon those around her.

The Leaves and Flowers on the trees and bushes around Alana turn into Bloodroses and they surround her like drones orbiting a mothership. Seeing the two power up, Paul shoots the Dragonhorses while Bahamut burns the forest with her breath. One of the Orc riders manages to get close and throws his steel tipped spear at the Queen, she grabs it and throws it back and disappears with the Bats.

Alana on the other hand fires a fireball at the clouds, revealing the Sun. With her hands up, she swiftly runs at the attacking Riders that were enclosing upon the carriage. Her hands were sharper than any sword, cutting and slicing them like a hot knife through butter. She gave them all quick and painless deaths as she cut down their numbers. Paul removes the tarp and helps her, covering her back as she continually slices and dices the beasts without a care.

Far into the forest, a cloud of bats appears and with them, the Vampire Queen. The Orc Chief was stunned by it and valiantly put up his shield and sword, disembarking his Dragonhorse to face her in combat.

“Oh God Aquaious, guide me your warrior as I face a creature of the Night!”

“Pray to your God green man… Thou shall give thee a painful death.”

“PLEASE! PLAY THE TRUMPETS OF VICTORY AS I LEAD MY FLOCK TO YOU!”

He attacks her, leaping at the tall woman with his shortsword pointing at her heart. Elizabeth puts her right hand on her hip and stares him down, swiftly moving her body to dodge his sword and grabs his head. As she was just about to crush it, his Dragonhorse kicks the Queen. This sends her flying back a few meters. “INSOLENT BEAST.” she cries as the woman roundhouse kicks the head of the beast. Violently killing the creature as its head hits the tree, putting a huge dent on the bark.

Behind her, the Orc Chief tries to bury his sword and she senses him. Dodging the man and grabbing him by the neck while crushing his wrist that holds the sword. Though he was taller and bigger than her, the woman had no problem lifting him up and slowly choking him. Paul with Bahamut and Alana arrives to help her. Just to be met with the blonde woman looking like she’s about to end the world with the Orc Chief struggling and trying to break free.

“Woah.” Was all the Knight General could say.

Hearing her Lord, Queen Elizabeth slowly turns her head to face him with a big smile.

“Your enemies have been slain, my Lord.”

“Good, just let him go. We… already made a mess here. C’mon, there’s much to be done.”

“As you wish my Lord.” She lets go of the Orc Chief, bowing and thanking Paul. “Thank you Human. I owe you.”

“Why did you attack us? Did you not maybe stop to think that we might not be the ones you want to mess with?”

He kept his gun pointed at the Chief, wearing an ornate robe and his fingers full of expensive rings.

“We have no choice. We Orcs have been raided by the High Elves, their powerful Knights took our Cows and Pigs and now, we’re left with nothing.”

“Then do this, you know where they come from?”

“Yes, in an Outpost not far from our Village.”

“Alright, I’ll help. I knew it was strange for some random Bandit Orcs to be this well equipped and trained. Let us go.”

Alana sits down on the tailgate while Elizabeth runs past their carriage and jumps into the front seat to control the horse and immediately changes their direction with the wounded Orc Chief on the back.

“Are you sure you know where to go?”

“Of course!”

‘Alright I’ll leave you up to it then.”

“Just be sure of this blind trust, M'Lord. If things ever go bad, I am not gonna hold back in massacring them all.”

“Chill, I got you. But I wanna see the Empire of Princeps Dryades. So many rumors about their army and economic power. I have to see how bad it is.”

“The High Elves are not to be played with, if they’re willing to look at their Elders, the Wood Elves as inferior creatures. What more with you humans?”

“I know we aren’t exactly the most powerful Species here. But I can assure you that I won’t just get folded.”

“Just be sure. Folly is in every man.”

“I got this. Trust me.”

Bahamut then lands next to Alana who was admiring the trail the carriage was creating on the dirt path.

“Haaaah… Master is doing it again.”

“Is he usually like this? I’d rather not trust a lowly Orc.”

“Back in our world, there’d be many travelers and encounters where trust is blindly needed. This is a prime example of it.”

“Does he not know it is different? What if they ambush us in their village?”

“We must be patient. But they are no match. We can easily destroy them all if required.”

“Hah… this isn’t good for my skin.”

Turning right on a fork, they end up at a walled off Village. One of the Guards on the watchtower sees the carriage being escorted by haggard and wounded Orcs. The Chief waves his hand from the back of lead Dragonhorse, alerting him that it's friendly. As the Sun was slowly sinking through the mountainous horizon, the big wooden walls opened and Elizabeth rolled into the settlement. It was nothing special, a quaint Orc village made out of wood, none of the buildings had two floors and they all had empty pens and just like the rest of the villages in the world, they had no glass windows and no proper roads.

The Chief immediately instructed them to go to the house on the south. Stopping there, two Orc children burst out of the door with an Orc woman smiling happily to see him return. Paul on the other hand feels some guilt, knowing what he just did a few moments ago. Sensing this, the Chief puts his hand on his shoulder. “Do not dwell on that, for anything. It is our fault for instigating. Please, come in. My Wife is a good cook.” Exiting, the Chief immediately carries the two kids and proudly walks to his woman even though his wrist has a bandage. After giving her a kiss on the cheek, he invites the group in. The other villagers just stared at them, curious and scared.

Inside, the hallway was covered with pelts and animal skulls. It also leads directly to the dining room with the living room next to the entrance. It was extremely cozy and Paul could feel as if he could sleep the moment he took a dip on the homemade pelt Sofa. Joining the family, they prayed first. Performing a prayer to the God Aquarius and started munching down on the food. The mother had to remind her children multiple times not to eat wildly in front of guests while the husband just silently ate, visibly tired from the day.

“Wow, what Beef is used for this? This tastes very good.”

Not trying to instigate anything, the Queen and Alana just politely ate while Bahamut was sneaking in bites to his stew as Paul talked to the Chief.

“It’s a special Deer that’s only found here. Between the border of the Empire and the Human Kingdoms.”

“Wow, and I guess you hunted this?”

“I did, though we don’t really do this as they’re very few. It's just that at this moment, we have no choice but to disturb the balance. Goddess Forrus forgive us.”

“Well, I came here to solve your problem. I’m not from around this place and I have some very powerful companions that can help.”

“Hm. After eating, meet me outside and we shall converse.”

After an uneventful Dinner, the two Vampires crash on the Sofa. Sinking in it and enjoying the softness of the cloth and pelt. Soon, not even they were immune to its charms and fell asleep while Bahamut is nowhere to be seen. Paul with the Orc Chief now left alone on the dinner table begins.

“Ahem, I apologize. It has been impolite of me. My name is Gargnar. Chief of the Orc Village Ezbelck.”

“Knight General Paul of the Knights of Eldwood. Pleased to meet you.”

“The pleasure is all mine. No wonder you showed honor and restraint. You could’ve just had me killed by your woman, yet you let your humanity show through and spared me and then offered to help. You Knights are truly something different, we Orcs do not truly understand it but do thank you.”

“Oh please, I might be a Knight but I do not deserve such a title. I am just a man at the end of the day.”

“Mhm mhm, and you seem to be a very powerful man to have two Vampire concubines. What warrior family did you come from again?”

“Oh, they aren’t my concubines. As much as I want to have a wife with a fraction of their beauties, I sadly do not have such a relationship with them. I am uhhh… not from here and need to go back home.”

“I apologize. But that blonde woman, who was about to end me, looked like nothing was gonna get through her noggin’ till you said something.”

“Yea… she’s uhhhh… powerful and eccentric. But nothing that I can’t handle.”

“Ahahahah! Good man! Your blood mixed with them will create Heroes! I can already feel it!”

“Ahahaha… yes. Children with Vampires…”

The Gargnar stands up and Paul follows as they head outside. Opening the door, the Chief sits down on the stairs. Paul on the other hand sees Bahamut trying to sneak back in with a shiny Gold coin and picks her up like a little kitten. “Oh you little bugger. Why do you keep stealing the Coin of the Lost City?” Bahamut just pouts as she defenselessly lets him cradle her and joins Gargnar.

“So, the High Elves?”

“Mhm.” he points Eastward, into the forest. “There, they have an Outpost. Supposed to be keeping guard of the nearby Human Kingdoms. They went to this village a day ago and stole all of our livestock. I tried to come to them with some of my men. But it ended in a slaughter and then, another one today.”

“Yea, I can see the problem. I have no need for rewards and I’ll get this finished immediately. Bahamut?”

The little Dragon was already drooling from the comfort, biting her favorite shiny object while resting on her Master's hands. Paul smiles and puts her next to his face and rubs his cheeks on her. “Wake up my trusty companion. Adventure awaits us again.” she opens her eyes and immediately crawls to his left shoulder. Coin in mouth. Heading back in the house to wake up the two, he is mesmerized by the sight of the two insanely beautiful women lightly snoring.

“Gargnar, do you have any extra blankets?”

He goes inside, fixing Alana’s innocent looking Villager outfit and Elizabeth’s posture and covers the two as they sleep, Paul headed back to the carriage. The Chief had a torch with him to provide light to the Knight. Opening some boxes, he unpacks his armor parts. The Ornamental Gauntlet and Boots with the spikey Pants and Chest Armor and Plates and the horned helmet. Its welding joints were glowing red and fully wearing it, he stood out at night. “How’re you gonna sneak in the Outpost lookin’ like that?” The fully suited Knight then goes to the front of the packs of boxes and takes a scabbard that was the length of his head down to his heels. Unsheathing it, his Demonic Greatsword was still fully furnished and clean.

“Who said I was gonna sneak in?”