This Chapter is gonna be a big moment in the story and hence it is being split into two or possibly three parts. This is the part that we've waited for; the revival of Nero's own legion. This took a while to write and I do apologise for the wait. A lot of stuff going on personally. Can only say that it had been rough, very rough.

Anyways, hope you enjoy part 1 of this big moment. Got any questions, speculations or wanna share your thoughts let me know in the reviews!


Chapter 10 - Resurrection (I)


Judas

The place where everything began - where everything had gone to the abyss.

He never thought he'd return here. Nowhere in his strategic mind had been any plans to come here. If there was, he'd have sent the Minions in his place. The scars from that day still haunt him.

But now, with the discovery of the revival spell, there is hope for him to revive his fallen friends and the Myrmidons. To restore what was lost. It would no longer be a painful experience for him. He could at last rest easy, knowing that he had saved his friends from their damned fated deaths.

From atop a nearby hill, Nero analysed the reconstructed town; thanks in part to a telescope that Gnarl had lying around. Gleaming, untarnished buildings stood in the place of broken rubble and rotten timber. The town had been expanded. The eastern side had been cleared of its forests to make room.

The river that once flowed through the town had been redirected around the town. Three gates (one north, south and the west) allow access into the town and a large singular one for the secondary walls. The southern gate; located a few good feet from a small port was the busiest of the three.

Near the middle of the town stands a manor with a large exquisite garden surrounded by tall iron fences. Nero can only assume that this is either the town hall or the general quarters of the mayor of this town. Why else would it be in the middle of the town?

West of the manor were large barracks flanked by sentry towers and a small moat. From its size alone it was big enough to accommodate roughly 350 men. South of the barracks, past the marketplace, was what appears to be a cathedral. He didn't remember a cathedral being amongst the ruins of the old town. It must have been built in its restoration.

Whilst the gothic architecture was pleasing to look at, its sight is stained by the degenerate iconography and statues that decorate its exterior. He shivered repulsively thinking about what the interior would look like.

There were other buildings of importance that he managed to spot. There was the grain storage located northwest of the marketplace; the large silos being dead giveaways. The marketplace itself seemed to be bustling with activity. A sizable stable is located near the east gate. A large red building that he couldn't recognise and a building with heraldry that he can't identify.

There were probably other buildings of importance within the city, but those that he had picked out seem to be the most important. Apart from the cathedral which was a random spotted target. All of which he had one of the Brown's; Flakes to draw onto a crudely created map of the town.

Though…

"Flakes… Are you drawing a unicorn?"

"Stables! Horsie!"

"Flake, a horse is not a unicorn, why would they even have a unicorn way out here?"

Flakes pondered on his master's word, and after some heavy thinking, he shrugged.

He sighed. He expected that for an answer. He needs to learn how to get used to the Minion's antics. Taking a quick peek at the map, he resisted the urge to pinch his forehead, Flake's…drawings…well there's nothing wrong with them, it's just he's drawing them on an upside-down map.

"Perhaps I should have drawn them in myself…" he muttered.

"How are things progressing, sire?"

"Just finished observing the layout of the town. Identified key buildings and important points of entry. Despite its look, the town is decently guarded and well-supplied given the size of its silos."

"Hmmm, yes…assaulting this place will not be an easy task. Even with ladders and ropes at our disposal."

"No, we can't just directly assault the walls. Even with ropes and ladders. I've estimated the town is protected by a good 350 men, but the question stands; what are they? Are they human? Orcs? Goblins? What we face there may prove difficult."

"So what is the plan, sire?"

"Well with a town this size…" He pondered for a bit. "A town this large and near a river should have an adequate drainage system."

"Good thinking, sire. We can sneak in and surprise them!"

"Assuming that we find the drain first," Nero turned to face a Blue Minion. "Puddles, take some Blues and scout out the town's exterior. We're looking for a giant grate or something."

The Blue Minion saluted Nero and ran off to do as instructed. Once they were out of sight, he asked a Brown Minion by the name of Rags to get his cloak. He then began removing bits of his armour.

"Sire, what are you doing?"

"Going inside of course," Nero answered casually. "We've only analysed the place, now we gotta verify the targets."

"This is dangerous, sire. Wouldn't they recognise you, sire?"

"Gnarl, this is a town on the fringes of Kuroinu's influence. No one is going to recognise me, besides, either they will be stupid… or just fucking around."

Soon after Rags returned with his cloak. He threw the cloak over himself.

"The Minions won't even make it inside before they get caught. I have a better chance of getting in than everyone else here. Besides, I wish to see how much the place has changed."

"...as you wish, sire. The Minions will be waiting nearby should you need assistance. Though I will warn you…"

"I know… thank you Gnarl, "He removed his helmet and handed it to Fackles. "But I can manage… I hope. This won't take long."


He had been right on one thing.

The guards were just fucking around at the gate. Well, he kinda expected as much given the nature of this godless nation. It wasn't much of a shocker to him. Just disappointed and disgusted. Also, knowing the nature of this place doesn't leave much to the imagination and thought.

But still…just seeing it being done there…so blatantly, carelessly and without any shame or consideration.

He felt disgusted; his body shuddering beneath his cloak.

He had already passed the gate and found himself in a small area occupied by some townsfolk. A few salesmen stood behind their stands selling food, jewellery, clothing or pots. He found nothing important or suspicious-looking.

"So far so good…" he muttered.

He ventured into the town. With some clever acting and some hearing skills from residents, he locates some of the different key buildings of the town. Firstly, he discovered the barracks. Thick stone walls surrounded the area with two high towers to keep watch and a moat to keep people from scaling it. Currently, they were unmanned, though that would probably be a different story at night. He did notice two orcs standing guard at the entrance and a centaur emerging from it. Not a major detail but it does shed some light on the composition of their forces.

Next, he located what would be the armoury, located just a block down from the barracks. He simply needed to follow the centaur. But alas he didn't stay for too long. That centaur seemed to have some keen senses or was paranoid as he kept looking back. He left before the beastman could begin to get too suspicious.

Following a caravan of carts pulled by donkeys, he found himself standing in front of the granary. It was a large building; something that he underestimated from atop of the hill. Judging from its size it was large enough to store up to six months of food, more than enough to outlast a siege. There are also what seemed to be two large water tanks located behind the building, large enough to store 2 months' worth of water.

Soon, he would be all over Judas, surveying and locating its different key buildings. He had a chance to analyse each of them and then there were those that he couldn't stay long. He retraced his steps back to the barracks and followed the street to the manor. He only managed to get a good five minutes before he was forced away by the guards.

He had also discovered something intriguing about Judas. All the major streets seem to have a sort of large drainage ditch, with smaller ones branching out to the smaller streets. They all connect to one large circular gutter in the middle of the town. He suspects that this circular drain leads down to the sewer system and possibly the storm drain.

By the end of the ordeal, it was already the afternoon. He had gathered and learned all that he could. Now it was time to return to Gnarl and share and plan the attack.

Unfortunately on the way back to the gate, he took a turn into one of the major streets. an action that he would soon come to regret.

Beneath his hood, he glanced around him; eyes witnessing the extent of the Black Dog's corruption. The street he had walked into teemed with perversion. Captives lined one side of the street, stripped of their dignity and shamelessly uncovered. Left to be ogled and leached by perverse eyes.

Their faces were a mix of shame, anger and tears and became more apparent as obsessed men in flamboyant clothing hollered degrading comments and prices that seemingly went up as time passed. The old bastards groped and molested them inappropriately, laughing and grinning, like children at a candy stand.

On the other side was the blatant obscenity of many prostitutes. They stood in broad daylight, whoring themselves to passing citizens; mouths opened in provocative 'O', lips licking and tongues rolling and lewd gestures with their hands.

They took perverse poses and dances; lewdly enticing those passing by to fornicate. They debased themselves, uncaring for their dignity. Hustlers of all kinds; women, men, demihumans, elves and even some young ones. (1).

Obscene words spilt from their mouths; debasing themselves, offering pleasurable and sensual experiences for an affordable price. Many fell prey to their shameless seduction; Men and women alike. Their infidelity took place before his very eyes; some blatantly fornicating in the open and others moved into nearby alleys or houses.

He felt sick.

He wanted to throw up.

He'd rather eat Gonk's harrowing pancakes than watch this disgrace.

There is no order, no compassion or anything good.

This wasn't a town. It is nothing more than a den of beasts. This place-no this entire nation is a land of animals.

"Just animals…the lot of them," he whispered in disbelief.

Uneasy eyes continued scanning this foreign world. They immediately noticed something alarming.

Walking towards him was a high elf - distinguishable by their pale skin and aesthetically exotic features. A proud and prestigious race, yet the one walking toward him doesn't look like the prideful, dignified pointy-eared that they are also well-known as.

No, what sauntered towards him was a harlot. Their venerable clothing had been replaced with something impure and unrefined. Various tattoos and designs decorated their body; markings that hailed their newfound allegiance to Vult and his debased nation.

It wasn't just the fact that the person passing him was a high elf. It was the order that she belonged to that was the real shocker; a particular order.

"T-that was a member of the Holy Order!"

The elf sauntered passed him; hips swaying erotically for all eyes (minus Nero) to leer. Her eyes gravitated towards him, scanning him and then winked at him.

Nero took a step back, feeling greatly disturbed by the action. It was made worse by the elf seductively licking her lips, possibly finding herself something new to play with.

Once representatives of the Goddess herself, reduced to street whores.

His mind was in turmoil. A large part of him refused to accept this new reality whilst another was in despair. All that they have fought for, is reduced to this…this animal's den.

His mind also panicked at another thing. Recognition. She was a member of the Holy Order; Celestia's handmaidens and representatives. People whom he would see every time he was in Ken.

Did she recognise him? Could she tell with the hood up? He could only hope that somehow, in her lust-filled mind, she didn't.

Yet, he wouldn't have time to contemplate. The street unexpectedly became swarmed with more people than expected. Nero found himself becoming cramped within the street as everyone shoved and pushed around him. A renewed cacophony of moans, skin slapping and groans resonated throughout the street.

A disgusting parody of what is rush hour has ensued, and poor Nero has been caught in it.

He escaped the oncoming rush, bumping into a few individuals along the way; angering a fat ugly orc slob and unintentionally enticing a prostitute in nun attire. He collided with some merchant in rich eastern attire, who would have struck him had he not been easily seduced by the swaying hips of his young boy slaves.

The young overlord successfully ducked into a nearby alleyway, which soon became a very bad move for him.

More hedonistic noises and odious smells assaulted his senses. He has to cover his nose with his right arm.

Out of the frying pan and into the fire as they say.

He had somehow entered carnal-ridden, animalistic rut heaven. He counted at least 30 people uncaringly fornicating with one another, or who they're having sex with. Male on female, female on male, some were doing it in threes and others in fours.

They just simply didn't care.

He can't even imagine defending such a position when it reeks of sex and is soaked with seed.

Despite the carnal chaos in front of him, his mind couldn't help but wonder how a particular berserker captain in his inner circle would react to this. He most likely would have flipped.

There was an exit on the other side of the alleyway. Without haste he made this way to the other side, bypassing rutting twos or threes as he went. He could see the entrance. He is so close! He just needs to-

*Thunk*

"Hey watch it!"

Nero turned immediately to apologise but froze, his mind became boggled - with a growing hint of revulsion - by the person before him. The person whom he had bumped into was a very tall woman; taller and larger than any human. He estimate that she stood at around 9ft. Brown, unkempt, shoulder-length hair and wild amber eyes, her naked, toned body riddled with scars and noticeable traits being her long curved horns and cow tail; indicating that she is a minotauress.

But such details were not what baffled and appalled him. What was making his mind reel in incomprehensible disgust were two things; the first being the obscene phallus attached between her legs. An unholy attribute that shouldn't exist yet he could see it with his own eyes. The other was far more revolting. It was what was attached to that member-.

(2)

"-You got a problem!?"

"S-sorry what?"

"I said, do you have a problem twerp?" Absently, she gripped the head of the girl between her and shoved her face into her testicles. The minotauress grinned smugly. "Or are you just jealous of this little thing here?"

"N-no. Apologies. I didn't mean to."

Nero attempted to scarper but he was grabbed by the minotauress and dragged close to her. His vision was redirected to the appalling sight of the girl and her disgusting phallus.

"Beautiful? Ain't she?" the minotauress whispered to him. Her hand softly patted the girl's head. "Such a prize I've obtained. She's Argolian. People of some long ago empire. Have some nice looks to them."

"Y-yes…I can see that…" Nero pretended to agree with her. "Must have… caught your eye?"

"Hell yeah, she did! Saw her bout to be auctioned off to some noxious human thinking he got what it takes to please this one. Had I not stepped in and shown him who's the bigger dick she'd have ended up with that limp dick." She swung her hips forwards a little to emphasise. "Poor girl was gonna end up with that shit stain, but I saved you didn't I?"

The girl between his monstrous member moaned, her mouth filled to the brim with her spheres, cheeks absurdly puffed out.

Nero shivered in disgust. He could have sworn he saw hearts in her eyes.

"Mmm, yes I did~ that's right, keep licking those cum mills. That's your fucking meal right there so you better work for it!"

The minotauress growled, spurring the woman to double her obscene worshipping display.

"So… you're just here to watch? Or…"

"I'm just passing. I didn't mean to disturb your… fun."

"Heh, you're new around here?"

"Yeah, I've been travelling around… this town was the closest so… I came here… didn't expect all of this…"

"Hah! They always like that when they first arrive here in Cuntry! I know I most certainly did!"

Nero nervously chuckled. He was getting more and more uncomfortable being with them.

"Don't worry about things! What you want you can get! You can do everything here! In fact-!" gripping the girl's head, she pulled her off her testicles and pushed her near to Nero's waist. "Why don't you simply try her out? She does wonders with your mouth. I promise you'll feel good~"

Revoltingly, the woman? Leaned into his ear.

"And perhaps after we're done using her, we could have some fun with one another? You're a cute one. Scarred yet seemingly stunning. You must be young? I always like the younger ones, so tight, So illustrious, and that feeling when you see that look in their eyes. When you fuck them. Break them. Destroy them. The best fucking feeling you'll ever feel."

He jolted forward. Alarmed and afraid. For her hand no longer rested on his shoulder.

But now rested upon his ass. Squeezing it. Kneading it. Groping it.

His heartbeat rose rapidly; not for love or amour but fear and trepidation.

The harlot leaned into his ear, purring hotly into his ear. "Don't be nervous, don't be scared. Everything is gonna be alright. It's not bad. You'll get used to it fairly quickly. We can do all sorts of things together. We can feel so good together in every way."

"You'll come to love it and will love me for it~"

Nero didn't know what happened afterwards. Something within his mind just…clicked. With his strength, he shoved the termagant from him and ran. His surprising display of strength was so unexpected the minotauress let go of the girl, letting her detach her fervent mouth from her balls, dropped her to the ground and knocked her out.

Not only that but the futa was sent tumbling into a mindlessly rutting male couple - whose senses have immediately returned to them - bringing them along in her fall to the floor.

Ran as fast as he could shoving people aside, paying no heed to their anger and cries. He didn't care. He needed to get out of there. By the time the minotauress had picked herself up, Nero was no longer in sight.

"Hmm, not only young looking but also quite strong." she couldn't help but mutter that in surprise. One of the males that she had knocked down began shouting at her to which she responded with the bird. She stared at where Nero had run off. Unconsciously she licked her lips, a plethora of new, perverse thoughts sprouting from her sickened mind.

"You'll most definitely be my newest toy," her body shuddered in excitement. "Perhaps, my greatest prize."

"Hey, Almira! Are you done with the girl yet?!" a human male asked her. She too gave him the bird.

If Nero hadn't been agitated by the futa and her unhinged advances, perhaps he would have noticed it. The mark of the Black Dog is proudly branded on her shoulder.

Nero's flight had brought him into an empty alleyway. Short yet shallow gasps escaped his mouth, a curled hand resting on his erratic chest. His eyes anxiously scanned around him, checking that he wasn't followed by that crazed woman… thing.

His breathing slowed, slowly yet steadily returning to normal. A hand now rested on his anguished face and covered the left side of it.

It was way worse than he had thought. When Gnarl had described what the Seven Shields had become, he didn't want to believe it. Unfathomable. A once stalwart and proud nation is becoming nothing more than a den of carnality.

He has seen it all, and it distraught him.

His stomach squirmed and his throat quenched. A quivering hand reached to cover his mouth.

He never felt sick. Sicker than anything. Even more than that time he contracted a disease.

Nero steeled himself, forcibly pushing nausea away. He scanned his environment once more, making sure that he wasn't followed.

He had seen enough.

He planned on scouting out the barracks, the town hall and other important locations within Judas. That is now irrelevant. There is nothing else to see but the debauchery of animals. Casting one last look around his environment, he emerged from the alleyway, returning to the busy streets once more.

He made sure to watch where he was going. Not wanting to bump into trouble…or that woman again.

His body shivered again. Rather than fear, it was anger; for people like her, for this accursed place, for what it had become. He shall bring about justice and order to this land and it shall be swift.

He left through the same gate he entered through; the same guards were still distracted by their toy. By the time he returned up the hill the sun was beginning to set.

"Welcome back, sire. Oh how miraculous that you've returned to us unscathed."

"Now's not the time for jokes, Gnarl," Nero answered seriously. "We have much work to do here."

"You've never acted this serious before, sire. Has something happened?"

The young overlord could only sigh in response.

"It's… a long story. It doesn't matter right now. What news from our Blues? Have they located the storm drain?"

"Ah! Yes! They've returned sire! They've found the storm drain that you have spoken off. Unfortunately, it is located near the port."

"Well, it wouldn't matter anyways. The sun is setting, we'll be using the darkness to mask our advance."

"Very good, sire. It also pleases to tell you that we've stumbled upon a small garrison. No less than 30 soldiers. All so loud and prideful! I'd have mistaken them for one of them… goodie-two-shoed kingdoms if I hadn't remembered just who we were fighting."

"I assumed that you dealt with them?"

"Of course, sire, as you have instructed. I've equipped their gear to 30 of our Minions."

As Gnarl had described, 30 Minions adorned in Black Dog uniform and wielding their weapons presented themselves to Nero.

Nero was quite pleased with this. The more gear for his Minions, the better they'll perform in battle.

Also… giving them a good look...

"Clam, right?" Nero asked one of the Browns. Said Minion saluted in response. "Put down your visor for a minute."

Clam did exactly that. Nero stared at the helmeted Clam and then at the other Minions behind him.

"No offence to you Gnarl… but with the helmet on, the badly patched uniform, their skin tone and demeanour, they kinda look like some Goblins I saw near the barracks."

All at once, the assembled Minions groaned in vetted loathing. They really do hate being compared with Goblins.

"Did warn you though…"

"What do you have in mind, sire?"

"Hmm… I think our plan of infiltrating the town just got a lot easier."


Flashback

A pre-overlord Nero marched down the pristine halls of the White Citadel flanked by two Argyraspides (Silver Shields) Myrmidons. He and his company had returned to Ken from their campaigns in the North and near the Black Mountains.

He had come to the White Citadel with his bodyguards to deliver a report to Celestia about recent achievements and findings. Normally, he would have sent Balthazar or one of the others to do so, however, he felt like delivering the report this time in person.

A nice way of stretching his legs…

And not avoiding Kira's horrible-made, charred, dust pie. Seriously, how can someone burn apple pie?

"It's good to be back here, commander, " commented one of his bodyguards. "never thought we'd return here."

"Enjoy while you can, Kostas, we may have to deploy to another front at a quick notice," Nero told him.

"Thinking of retiring so soon, Kostas?" questioned the other bodyguard. "You just got promoted."

"I don't plan to! Dorian! Besides, I don't think this war will end anytime soon."

"We can only hope and pray that this war will end," Nero told him.

"Eh, wish that dark elf can just give up and just take her punishment already."

"Oi, that's Kuroinu talk, Kostas. Let's not conform to their way of thinking."

"I'm just saying, then again, the Kuroinu are questionable at best."

"Have you seen that incident with Hicks and Khairn the other day?"

"Yeah. Damn Karyolis (means asshole in Greek) tried hitting on Dantioch's married sister."

"Poor Dantioch. Khairn and Jericho had to restrain the guy from pummelling that dog to death, though I'd say we should have let him. The guy has no shame."

"Regardless of their… flaws…" Nero cut in. "They are still our allies. Let's try and get along with them."

Both Silver Shields reluctantly nodded.

"Though I share your sentiments. Hicks should be punished for his actions and the Dogs should learn a bit of discipline."

"Amen, Commander."

"Definitely."

A few minutes passed and the party of three finally arrived at their destination. Two humongous ornamented doors blocked their way. They would need only to knock and be permitted to enter. Though there was a problem, more or less, they could see the problem.

"For the last time Micheal, I'm not interested in you!"

"But Maia! I beseech you! Rethink your decision!"

"Goddess sake, it's that one again." Kostas disgustedly muttered.

"Fraid so, Kostas." Nero sighed heavily.

This was a recurring thing with the fat nobleman known as Michael. For some questionably goddess-unknowing reason this thing has acquired a lecherous love interest for Maia; a prominent member of the Seven Shield Princesses. Since he had been attempting to win her to no avail, his displays of affection for her became more and more pathetic… sad.

Many moons, such a sight would have been funny to watch, but now it has become repulsive.

Add in the fact that Nero could see the fat slob's ass jutting from his pants just makes it all the worst.

"How many people live in the Seven Shields again?"

"Kostas…"

"Ehh… we really don't need most of them, right?"

"Sir…"

Nero sighed once again, already moving towards Maia and Michael. "Come on you two, let's just get this over with."

The two Silver Shields followed suit, keeping pace with Nero.

"Micheal! I said no!"

"Maia! Think about-!"

"How about you think about stopping this nonsense?" Nero announced stopping ten feet from the two.

"Wha-you!?"

"Yes, it's me. Seems your being the same sad excuse of wasted space as always. A pig has more decency than you and it is considered a dirty animal."

"How dare you speak to our lord like that." One of Michael's bodyguards seethed.

"I was not threatening him, I was berating him." Nero retorted back, shaking his head. "Honestly, for a bunch of well-trained guards, your education is lacking, did he just hire you because of your idiocy or something?"

"You dare disrespect-!"

"Respect is earned not given, guardsman." he calmly cut him off. "It is wise that you remember that." As Nero finished his sentence Kostas took a small step forward. A small act but combined with the glare directed at the guard is more than enough to ward him off.

"Commander Nero." Maia greeted.

"Lady Maia." Nero greeted her respectfully.

"I told you not to call me that. I feel old."

"Of course..milady." Nero performed a small, courteous bow, getting a small chuckle from Maia.

"Shouldn't you still be fighting in the North?" she asked him.

Nero shrugged. "Eh, the campaign went quicker than expected. That prideful dark eared didn't know what hit him."

"Humph, I can imagine the look on his face."

"You should have. He looked like he was about to do…a childish rant or something."

Maia laughed. "Still making poor jokes as always."

"My jokes aren't that bad. But yeah! Dark pointy eared though we were allied mercenaries. That's due to us having a similar colour scheme. In short, we ruined his day…and probably for Olga too, cause now she can't launch attacks from the mountain anymore."

Maia was about to respond with one of her amusing lines when the two were interrupted by a very angry obsessed man...thing.

"You insolent base football player!" Michael suddenly raged.

"...Base football player…?" Kostas questioned in bewilderment.

"It means low born," Dorian answered, much to Kostas's own rising perplexion. "The slang here is still getting used to."

"The slang here is weird."

"Step away from my Lady Maia! You have no right-!"

"Your lady Maia?" Nero questions, also perplexed.

"Yes! She is mine, not yours! Who do you think you are!? You and your band of inbreds and lowlives-!"

"Kostas, Dorian. Next time he talks, kill him."

Michael reeled in shock from the blatant command. His bodyguards looked ready to step forward, hands on the hilt of their swords, ready to draw them. However, the stern, cold gazes of both Silver Shields and the straining of their leather gloves upon their weapons, had stopped them.

"That is a threat. See the difference?" Nero conveyed. "Or perhaps you are simply mentally incapable of comprehending basic understanding?"

Both Silver Shields chuckled and even earned an amused smile from Maia. however, Michael's guards didn't take the insult to their lord quite likely. Questionably, they believed they could swiftly pull their weapons upon the shields and surprise them.

Their arrogance and understanding of who they were facing are the perpetrators of their failure. Simply put. They made the hole that they were in even larger.

The Silver Shields struck first; shields mercilessly flew into the faces of the guards. It swiftly followed suit with the fluid motion of their spears lightly pressed on the guard's feeble necks. In less than ten seconds the Silver Shields had disabled Michael's guards. They couldn't do anything.

Nimble and efficient they were. Such skills and execution are befitting the rank of Argyaspides.

"Yeah… sorry about them, you see, they don't like it when others tend to attempt harm on others."

A somewhat small smug was on Nero's face as he casually explained the actions of his bodyguards. He calmly approached the fearful fat noble. His grin was replaced with a cold, calculative look.

"What makes you have the right to claim what you want, whoever you want? Tell me, humour me. I would really like to know how your brain of lard works."

Michael could only whimper pathetically. It really was a pathetic display.

"You are a disgrace to your father's legacy. You bring nothing but shame to him. I see you again near Maia, you are a dead man, through and through. Understand?"

He nodded.

"...Now get out of my sight."

And with that Michael and his guards ran.

"Man he's just becoming a pain," Kostas commented. "Are we sure we cannot kill him?"

"Kostas..."

"What? It was a 'harmless' suggestion. You'd do the same, Dorian."

"How bold to assume such a thing…"

"Alright, you two that's enough," Nero told them. Both immediately ceased their dispute, standing at attention.

"Thanks for that, Nero," Maia thanked the young commander.

"No, bother, Lady Maia. it's the least I can do to get him off your back."

"I told you not to call me that."

"Heh, whatever you say, 'Lady' Maia."

Both of his bodyguards laughed much to Maia's ill fortune.

"I doubt that he would stop after this."

"Same here. The only thing I have positive for that lard is his resilience. Could use that for my carts."

"What's wrong with the horses?"

"They're mules not horses, Maia. The environment there isn't doing well for them. I'll need to find appropriate replacements. As well as handing my report to Lady Celestine, I'll be also asking her for better animals. It was a miracle they lasted for this long."

"Then I wish you good luck then."

"You too. I heard you're gonna be sent to the Shadowed Heights."

Maia nodded. "Alicia's forces won't be able to make it in time to reinforce, and so it falls on me to help Lord Greenwood."

"Makes sense. Your forces are much quicker. You'll get there in no time. You take care, Maia."

"Awhhh, looking for me already?"

"Heh, whatever you say, my lady."

"I told you not to call me that!"

Nero cracked a smile. "Yeah… not gonna happen."


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This is in reference to arts and works done by Neromashin; A known H-artist.

Did I just add Futa? Yes, I did.