Chapter 10: Do I just like, throw my minions away? (they made my crush angry)

Lower Wind Month, 13th Day, 600 AGG

O Queen, why have you forsaken us?

Draudillon stayed silent. It was the same nightmare as always, but that didn't make it any less awful.

They feast on our flesh. Lead us as lambs to the slaughter.

She made sure to not look at what she was stepping in. She didn't want to know.

What was our sin, for us to deserve this? Our families shattered, our children taken before their time.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I-I'll fix this. I swear."

Our lands pillaged and raped! Good men and women slain through your incompetence!

"I'm sorry," a viscous fluid began rising from below her, gradually creeping up to her knees while dread creeped into her heart. "I'm sorry!"

Not a shred of mercy was given to us. And when the time comes, none will be given to you.

The fluid, blood, was up to her chest now. "I, no, I-I—please don't, I didn't want this!"

You will suffer as we have, O Queen.

She flailed around, up to her chin in the spilled blood. "No, no, d-don't! Someone, help me! Please! Anyone—!"

And then a hundred thousand skeletal hands arose from the ocean of blood—blotting out the horizon—and pointed at her.

Join us.

"No!" she shot up from the bed, body drenched in cold sweat as she gasped for breath. A tender hand lightly touched her shoulder.

"Draudillon, are you okay?" Yuriko looked at her with worried eyes. "You were rolling around and muttering stuff, so I tried waking you up."

"I'm," she swallowed hard. "I'm fine. It was just a dream."

"A bad one?" the angel carefully wrapped the covers around her.

"Is there any other kind?" Draudillon dryly quipped before noticing her throat felt dryer than the southern desert. "Gods, ugh. Need water."

"Um, one moment!" Yuriko stumbled off the bed and rifled through the room. "Crap, no cups in here…okay, cool! I knew that spare glass would come in handy!"

She pulled out an empty glass that looked awfully familiar from her Item Box—did she take that from the castle kitchens?—and pointed at it. "『Create Food and Water』."

A flash of light later and the cup was filled with clear, pure water. Yuriko handed it to Draudillon who greedily gulped it down.

"Do you maybe want to talk about it?" Yuriko took a seat beside her on the bed.

"No," Draudillon replied in a harsher tone than she intended before sighing and pinching the bridge of her nose. "I'm sorry. That was unfair of me. It's just difficult to talk about; I'm sure you understand."

"Yeah, I get that," Yuriko nodded sympathetically. "Well… I'll be here if you ever want to talk about anything, okay? It's the least I could do after you listened to my probably-annoying crying the day we got here, right?"

"Okay," she said in a smaller voice than she would have liked to admit, pulling the covers tighter around her. "Thanks."

"No prob!" the angel chirped and stood up. "Well, um, if you need anything, I'll just be, uh, sitting here. Doing stuff!"

"Could I—" she hesitated for a moment, her drowsiness warring against common sense. "Could I get a hug? If it's okay with you."

"Oh. Y-Yeah! 'Course it's fine," Yuriko awkwardly climbed back onto the bed and wrapped her arms around Draudillon from behind while her legs were splayed out on both sides of the dragon queen. "Is this, erm, o-okay?"

"Mm," Draudillon's eyelids grew heavy even while she unconsciously snuggled up to the angel who let out a squeak in response. "Thank… you…"

Yuriko's eyes softened as she beheld the sleeping woman in her arms. She dipped her head down and gently pressed her lips against the top of Draudillon's head.

"Sleep tight."

"Lakyus!" Gagaran viciously grinned as she leapt towards a crowd of zombies and skeletons. "Boost me up!"

"Gagaran, wait—!" Lakyus resisted the urge to rub her forehead. "Argh! 『Bear's Endurance』, 『Disrupting Weapon』!"

An aura of light wreathed itself around the muscular warrior and their war pick. Gagaran laughed uproariously as she slammed into the horde, Fel Iron instantly disintegrating any undead that were unfortunate enough to be hit by it.

"Tch!" Evileye clicked her tongue from behind her mask and ran over to support their vanguard. "Damn muscle-for-brains!"

"How's that Iron team, Tia?!" Lakyus shouted, her Floating Swords stabbing outwards and automatically attacking nearby undead.

"Can't see them, evil boss," Tia bluntly answered as she smacked the skull off a Skeleton Archer aiming at Lakyus before teleporting back to her with 『Dark Crossing』. "They're—"

"—Probably dead," Tina finished her sister's sentence while decapitating a zombie.

A damn shame. That Brita girl shouldn't have died in a miserable place like this.

"We're overextending," Lakyus grimaced. "We need to pull back. There's no telling what kind of undead might pop up with this many already around."

It was common sense that powerful undead were likelier to form when there were already plenty of their brethren around. With E-Rantel completely overwhelmed with the walking corpses, who knew what abominations might form?

Tia shrugged. "Someone—"

"—Has to cut the way," Tina muttered, high kicking the head off an unfortunate skeleton. "Need to—."

"—Find the one responsible," Tia gracefully scaled up the body of a Blood Meat Hulk and cleanly severed its head with her Vampire Blade.

"Feels like we're walking into a trap…" Lakyus frowned. "Everyone here has already died or left. We should regroup first—"

Alas, it was too late to retreat.

"Incoming!" Evileye shouted as she flew back towards them, Gagaran right on her trail. A giant composed of innumerable corpses roared, its feet stomping towards them and crushing smaller undead in its trail. "Necroswarm Giant!"

"This day just gets better and better," Lakyus lamented and adjusted her grip on Kilineiram. No, now wasn't the time to unleash the Sword of Darkness. "『Ability Boost』, 『Greater Ability Boost』!"

She dashed past Evileye and Gagaran, towards the giant undead. "『Heavy Blow』!"

Kilineiram slammed into the giant's leg with a disgusting squish, blowing off the entire leg and causing the foul creature to fall on its face.

"Evileye!"

"Yeah, yeah, don't rush me!" A spark of flame coalesced between the spellcaster's hands. "『Fireball』!"

The spark shot out from her hands, growing into a blazing ball in midair, and impacted against the prone giant. The undead exploded in a burst of heat as the residual flames ate away at its remains.

"Alright, we can probably head back without dragging something awful behind us now—" Evileye said while descending to the ground before a horrendous, clattering roaring interrupted her. "Oh, fuck me."

"Shouldn't have said anything, Shorty!" Gagaran chuckled as she raised her war pick. "Looks like this night is gonna be a lot longer than we thought!"

"It's actually—"

"—Morning already."

"Ahhh, who gives a damn?!"

'Oh god of the Everlasting Spring,' Lakyus tightened her grasp on Kilineiram and fervently prayed to the great god of Water, ignoring the bickering of her comrades. 'Guide our hands as we protect the meek.'

"『Protection from Evil』, 『Guidance』, 『Resistance』..." Lakyus quickly cast a varied array of buffs on herself and her friends, wincing at the very limited amount of mana she had left.

'We have to end this fast. Our resources won't last much longer in the midst of these many foes.'

"Above us!" Lakyus yelled and leapt away, the rest of Blue Roses following her lead just as a pair of Skeletal Dragons crashed down on where they used to be standing."

"Evileye, will you be okay?" she worriedly asked their resident sorceress. "They're immune to magic, aren't they?"

"Well, not quite," Evileye glared at the dragon-shaped skeletons from behind her mask. "But they might as well be in our case."

"Evil boss—" Tia put away her Vampire Blade and pulled out a steel mace.

"—What's the plan?" Tina mirrored her sister's actions.

"Keep them bunched up," Lakyus murmured as she kept a wary eye on the two false-dragons. "Don't let them fly away, and get out of the way once I'm ready."

"Oi, Lakyus. Don't tell me you're planning on using that cursed sword now," Gagaran eyed her with a worried expression. "We can probably take them down without it."

"We'll be up to our necks in undead if we take too long," Lakyus shook her head. "Don't worry about me. I can handle it."

"Alright, if you say so!" Gagaran let out a war cry as she ran head-straight towards the pair of Skeletal Dragons. "Come and get some, you bony bastards!"

"Good grief," Evileye flew after Gagaran. "Don't push yourself too hard, Lakyus."

Lakyus nodded while Tia and Tina vanished before reappearing in the shadows of a building near the two colossal undead.

'Oh cursed blade, lend me your power—Ahhh, forget it. Now's not the time for that,' shadowy energies wreathed themselves around Kilineiram. 'Wouldn't be considering this if it were just the Skeletal Dragons.'

The priestess watched her comrades suppress the monstrosities, holy blessings driving their abilities beyond their peaks, all while focusing on the monumental task before her.

"Move!" an aura as dark as the night sky completely surrounded the cursed sword as her friends quickly moved out of the street with a smoothless that spoke of trust and countless hours of experience. "『Dark Blade Mega Impact』!"

A wave of pitch-black darkness erupted from the blade, completely and utterly annihilating the Skeletal Dragons and all the undead on the road. When the beam faded, the road was clear and the monsters were little more than scattered dust.

"Whew," Gagaran whistled in amazement. "I'll never get tired of seeing that."

"Yeah," Lakyus couldn't help but smile. "Let's get out of—"

A stiletto whizzed by and nearly pierced through her eye had Tia not deflected it.

"Lakyus!" Evileye shouted in worry before snarling at the newcomer. "Who the hell are you, bitch?"

"Wooooow~ an Adamantite team!" the cloaked woman licked the tip of the pointed blade. "It's reaaaaaally late to be outside, don't you know~?"

"Everyone, stay alert," Lakyus's palms felt sweaty. 『Dark Blade Mega Impact』was a powerful skill, but it was easily avoided if one knew it was coming. "She's strong."

"So you're one of the ringleaders?" Evileye flatly said in a way that was more statement and less question.

"Ehhhh? Onee-chan was just taking a walk—"

"Yeah. No," Evileye pointed at the mysterious interloper. "『Lesser Reverse Gravity』."

"Waaa~ A spellcaster~" the woman laughed as she shot up into the air, stopping once she reached a certain height. "So cool~"

"『Crystal Lance』!" an elongated spike launched itself towards the levitating woman. Lakyus didn't let down her guard. This much wouldn't be enough to deal with them.

"Hmm~ I guess I could take this a liiiiiittle seriously," she twisted in an impressive display of acrobatics and pushed herself off the lance, dodging it. "Could you let Onee-chan down, pretty please~?"

"Not a chance," Evileye pointed both of her palms towards their foe. "Try dodging this.『Shard Buck Shots』!"

The woman managed to deflect a few with a grunt of exertion, evaded a few more with a Martial Art, but still sustained a few scratches and bruises from the scattered assault.

"Ugh, you're dying first, midget!" the gravity reversal wore off, and the woman gracefully landed on her feet. "『Ability Boost』, 『Greater Ability Boost』,『Pace of the Wind』!"

"Shorty, watch out!" the woman easily leaned out of the way as Gagaran swung Fel Iron towards them in a vertical arc. "Shit, she's fast!"

"Got—"

"—You," Tia and Tina popped up from under the woman's shadow and slashed upwards.

"『Invulnerable Fortress』," their blades met her skin and stopped, unable to pierce through the defensive Art.

Lakyus narrowed her eyes and launched all of her Floating Swords, dashing alongside them as she did. She wasn't fast enough. "『Aid』!"

"Not enough~" Evileye grunted as the stiletto struck her shoulder. "『Fireball』~"

The spellcaster bit back a scream of pain as the stiletto released a burst of flames straight into and through her shoulder.

"Evileye!" Lakyus raised her sword, a dark haze wreathing around it. "Back away from her!"

"Haah…" Evileye placed a hand on the woman's arm. "You dumbass bitch."

"What—?"

"『Shard Buck Shots』," and her arm was blown clean off, shredded to pieces, by the burst of crystalline fragments.

"Fuck!" her hood fell off, revealing a rather pretty blonde-haired red-eyed woman if her face weren't warped by hatred and agony. "I'll rip you to pieces—!"

"That's enough, Clementine," a raspy voice interrupted her raging. "Our assets have been secured. We're leaving now."

"Who—?!" Lakyus spun around and fired off the energy attack she had been preparing. "『Dark Blade Mega Impact』!"

"『Dimensional Move』," the second cloaked figure disappeared and instantly reappeared behind her, the wave of darkness washing over an empty street. "Incredible. So this is the power of undeath."

"Elder Lich," Gagaran muttered in shock as the being revealed its desiccated appearance. "This is fucking messed up."

"Bastard!" there were no doubts in Lakyus's mind that this was the being responsible for the tragedy of E-Rantel. She swung Kilineiram behind her, only for the Lich to teleport out of the way, this time behind Clementine. "You'll pay for what you've done!"

"As much as I would like to test my strength, I'm afraid we have accomplished all that needed to be done here."

Tia and Tina vanished in a burst of speed and were a mere centimeter away from crushing the Lich's head before—

"『Teleport』," he and the woman popped out of existence, surely warping somewhere far away from the reaches of Blue Roses.

"Shit!" Lakyus cursed before hurrying over to where Evileye was leaning against a wall. "Evileye, just—just hold on for a moment! I think I've got enough for one last heal spell—"

"No!" Evileye gasped out in between short, halted breaths of pain. "Don't."

"What the hell are you talking about, Shorty?!" Gagaran had a dark and worried expression on her face. "You're hurt!"

"No, I'll be fine," Evileye hobbled away, towards the direction of the Adventurers' base camp. "Just, just need some time to regenerate, and I'll be fine."

Despite the groaning of various undead in the far distance, Lakyus couldn't remember the last time she had experienced a silence so stifling.

"Oh shit," Evileye froze in place. "I said that aloud, didn't I?"

"Shorty, what…?" even Gagaran seemed to be at a loss for words. "Now's really not the time for jokes."

"We should—"

"—Get out of here first," Tia gently picked Evileye up in her arms. "Talking—"

"—Can come later."

Lakyus numbly nodded. Regenerate? Humans couldn't regenerate just by themselves. What did Evileye mean? Was she…

'No,' Lakyus shook her head. 'We can figure things out later. For now, we need to get ourselves somewhere safe.'

"Right, let's go," Lakyus led them back towards headquarters. "I have a feeling we're going to be doing a lot of talking today."

Draudillon blearily opened her eyes.

'Warm,' she closed her eyes again. 'And soft.'

'Wait, what?' she snapped her eyes back open again and noticed that she was laying against someone.

"Oh gods," Draudillon slowly whispered to herself. "Oh gods."

"Hrm?" Yuriko stretched and opened her eyes, letting out a small moan that caused Draudillon to blush. "You're awake! Did you sleep okay?"

"Um, y-yes," Draudillon nodded, unwilling to separate herself from the angel despite the fact that she probably should before she embarrassed herself any further. "Did I fall asleep on you? I apologize for that. You must have been uncomfortable."

"Oh, no!" Draudillon fought the urge to pout when Yuriko released her embrace. "It wasn't uncomfortable a-at all!"

"Ah, I—I'm glad to hear that," Draudillon cursed inwardly as she failed to completely keep the stammer out of her voice.

'What am I getting all embarrassed for? She just hugged me to sleep. That's all it was. She just hugged me to sleep—I should stop thinking about it,' she reprimanded herself and quickly changed the topic. "So, continuing where you left off today?"

"Yup," Yuriko popped her lips. "Takes a little longer now with the cloaked mask people and cleric-looking guys checking the lines, but that gives me more time to regenerate mana, so it's a win-win! And I'm guessing you have more meetings today too?"

"No, but there's something else I wanted to check," Draudillon hedged around her question. "If we're planning on making use of that… clan you took control of, we'll need to get a headstart on figuring out what they're good for."

"Hrmm, that makes sense," Draudillon heard a poorly hidden hint of hesitation in Yuriko's voice. "It's just, I don't know how to say this, but I could do it instead, maybe? Like you could give me the stuff I should ask about, and—"

"It's fine," she shook her head. "You're busy enough as is. There's not much else for me to do at the moment, so I may as well get started on this."

Yuriko considered her with a contemplating look. Draudillon swallowed thickly, feeling strangely… anxious? Was she worried because of last night's dream?

'I don't think I could stand it if she were to pity me.'

"... Okay," Yuriko relented with an uneasy smile. "Don't push—Never mind. Just be careful, alright? They can be kinda, uhhh, insensitive is the best way to say it, I think?" she paused, before adding on an afterthought. "I'll move them to somewhere more private too."

"Thank you," Draudillon tried to give her a reassuring smile. "I'm sure it can't be that bad."

"We don't know anything about that," the Bafolk—Katavaar—shrugged. "Clan Vadh rarely deals with things as foolish as politics."

Draudillon rubbed her eyes and sighed. "So let me get this straight. You don't know how this 'Council' works?"

"Yes."

"You don't know anything about how the, what did you call it? Vahasi Republic? You don't know anything about how your country is operated aside from the warbands, correct?"

"Indeed," she'd have to get someone more versed in military affairs to talk to them later.

"So what the hell do you know?"

"We know how to fight," the Bafolk showed his teeth in a vicious smile. "Does one need anything more in this world?"

'Oh gods. They don't even have a general idea of their own geography. How did these fools even make it here without getting lost in some damned forest?' Of course, Draudillon knew it was more than likely that another group of beastmen were in charge of navigating, but still.

"How pitiful," Draudillon coldly glared at the kneeling Bafolk. "It appears that your clan never amounted to anything more than convenient tools for those in charge."

She wasn't here to play nice with them, no matter how useful they might be. She doubted she ever will.

"You dare—?!" Draudillon reflexively took a step back as Katavaar snarled and attempted to get on his feet. Before he could even fully stand up, a Gatekeeper grabbed the demihuman's throat with one of its hands and lifted him up as easily as one might raise a glass of wine.

"Guh!" the Bafolk clawed uselessly at the gauntleted hands that casually gripped his neck. The rest of the Bafolk looked down at the ground in grim silence.

Draudillon gulped, her heart racing even while she schooled her face back into a calm expression. "Release him."

The angel complied, dropping the wheezing demihuman to the ground with a thud. It remained close to him, reading to take action at a moment's notice.

"Did that make you feel better?" the Bafolk bitterly asked as he massaged his throat.

"Yes," Draudillon replied sharply in a vindictive voice. "It did. Although, playing the victim now is quite hypocritical at this point, isn't it?"

"Hmph," the Bafolk snorted in amusement. "Big talk from a small fry. Your bonded mate has strange tastes."

"You—What?" Draudillon's mind screeched to a halt. "Who are you talking about?"

"Our Rajan," Katavaar responded with a roll of his eyes. "Who else?"

"I… No. No. We're—we're not like that," Draudillon refused to blush in front of one of the fucking people tormenting her kingdom. "You don't know what you're talking about."

"She had a similar reaction," Katavaar shrugged, talking impudently as if he hadn't just been on the verge of death. "I suppose I can see how a monster like her would find some affinity with you—"

"Don't talk about her like you understand her," Draudillon hissed with a venom that surprised even herself. "Your old masters may have let you get away with this level of disrespect, but I will not."

"Do not presume—"

"Grab him."

Without a single second of delay, the four-armed angel from earlier picked him up by the throat again.

"Let g-go!" his legs kicked helplessly in the air, the angel's blindfolded eyes watching apathetically and Draudillon's own teal-green watching with icy fury.

"I remember your Rajan saying something about treating me the same as you would her," Draudillon swallowed her fear and approached the flailing beastman. "Did you think she was joking?"

"N-No!"

"Really now? Then it would make sense for you to act in a way that reflected that, no?"

The beastman rapidly nodded, finding it too difficult to speak while in the angel's vice-like grip.

"Allow me to make something clear. I despise all of you. I will always despise all of you. In fact, it would not be an understatement to say that I'd rather all of you were dead where you're kneeling."

She steadily held the beastman's panicked gaze before turning to the rest of the Bafolk who avoided her eyes. "If it were not for the mercy of your Rajan and the fact that you useless lot may yet hold some use, I would ensure that every last one of you was executed in the most painful ways the people of this city could imagine."

Draudillon waved at the angel with nary a glance. "Let him down."

The Bafolk crumpled to the ground for the second time that day, heaving for breath. Her message must have gotten through, for he looked away when his eyes met hers as his body trembled in fear.

"Do we have an understanding?"

"Y-Yes… Rajan," Katavaar lowered his head in submission.

"Good," Draudillon turned around and walked away, a pair of Cherubim Gatekeepers in tow. "You won't live to make a third mistake."

Once the Bafolk clan—her clansmen now, how bizarre was that?—was out of sight, she released a sigh of relief.

"Well, that could've gone worse," she glanced at the two Gatekeepers floating at her sides. "You won't tell Yuriko, right?"

As always, they remained silent, so very unlike their summoner.

"How would you even tell her in the first place? Telepathy? Interpretative dance?" her question was met with blank stares. "Writing on parchment?"

"Um, am I interrupting something?"

"Oh gods!" Draudillon whirled around and slapped… Yuriko. "Ah."

"Pft," the angel half-smiled. "Cute."

Both of them froze in place as Yuriko realized what she had just said. "A-A-Ah, I meant… cube! Yeah, 'cause there's a, um, cube! Behind you!"

'Your bonded mate,' Draudillon's face burned with embarrassment, Yuriko's unintended compliment bringing the words of that damned Bafolk into the forefront of her mind. "I see. Thank you for telling me."

"Yeah. Yeah! It was nooo problem at all," the angel coughed into her fist. "So, um, uhhh… I was wondering if you got anything to eat yet, because everybody in that committee you set up is taking a lunch break right now, and youcanjustgoaheadandignoreme!"

"No," Draudillon was suddenly aware she hadn't eaten anything since last night. "I haven't. 『Heroes' Feast』again?"

"Ew, yuck. No," Yuriko closed her eyes and stuck her tongue out in an exaggerated expression of disgust. "I actually got a good amount of food from the people who were in the line. I wonder if this is what it feels like to be a shrine spirit…"

The two of them took a seat on the cubes—they were crates—as the angel pulled out a basket filled with a variety of fruits, another filled with chorizo and various types of ham, and yet others filled with bread, cheeses, and wine.

Naturally, Draudillon reached for one of the liquor-filled bottles.

"No," Yuriko put the baskets filled with wine back into her Item Box.

"But—"

"It's only lunchtime," Yuriko pulled out her holy sword and began cutting slices of bread, cheese, and ham. "And it's really hard to stop you once you get going."

"I haven't had any in so long, though…" Yuriko gave the look and handed her a sandwich. Draudillon mournfully took a bite. Three days was a long time!

It was good, but she wanted her alcohol, dammit!

"Yup! This is way better than that shitty 『Heroes' Feast』!" Yuriko swung her feet back and forth as she happily chewed. "If they can keep giving me food like this, then I could work forever!"

"Do you even need to eat?" Draudillon grumpily asked after swallowing another bite. "Angels don't require sustenance for survival, do they?"

"I don't," Yuriko said, lowering her sandwich and blankly stared at it. "But it's still nice to eat. And… well, actual food was sorta pricey back in my world. I… I don't remember the last time I had something this nice before—before coming over."

'But this is relatively simple fare. Just how bad was your world?' Draudillon wondered before noticing that Yuriko was sniffling. She laid a comforting hand on the angel's knee. "You're here now. I can't say I know what life was like in your homeworld, but that's all far away now."

"Yeah," the angel took a big, tearful bite out of a pear. "I'm happy here. I have friends, a nice place to live, cool places to see…"

"Oi. You know you're still living in my bedroom, right?"

"Oh…" and the angel suddenly looked sad and miserable again. "I, I could look for somewhere else. I know we met on the wrong foot and everything, but I'm, um, really sorry for bothering you—"

"It's fine," Draudillon closed her eyes and took yet another bite out of her sandwich. "You can stay for as long as you like."

"Are you sure?" Yuriko fidgeted. "I really don't want to be a bother to you—"

"You're not a bother," Draudillon firmly cut her off. "If you want, you can think of it as doing a favor for me."

"Favor?"

"Someone has to make sure you don't make a mess of things," she imperiously declared. "And it just so happens that I'm rather suited for that role."

"... I do not make a mess of things."

'You've made my heart a mess.'

"Mhm," Draudillon settled on humming in response, keeping her inner thoughts deep within.

"Don't just hum…" Yuriko pouted before slowly breaking out into a giggle. "Pffft. Th-Thanks. I guess you're stuck with me then!"

"I suppose I am," she returned the angel's smile. "Thanks for the food, by the way."

"Mm, it's no problem," Yuriko polished off the pear and threw the seeds into her Item Box. "Ah, hm, if you want, we could maybe sorta kinda do this again?"

"I'd like that," Draudillon replied with a soft smile. "This was nice."

"Yeah," Yuriko agreed as a mischievous twinkle shone in her eyes. "I'm gonna hunt for all sorts of food and then stuff them into my Item Box!"

"Just remember to throw your trash somewhere else."

"… whoops."

Answering some reviews here:

Boyzilla: Good catch, and you're mostly right. It'll be more in the style of EESS than Overlord proper though.

NoSkill4me: She pretty much outright states it in chapter 8.