14xx/05/29 Johannes Calendar

29 days since arrival…

Here I am in Medal Queen's Castle, a guest of the Medal Queen. And I don't even know her real name…

Let me tell you what happened. I asked the local guard to ask the Harpy Queen if she knew where the hell the Medal Queen castle is. Turns out it was just north of the tower. All we need to do is head 6 miles west of the tower and head north all the fucking way until we get out of the damn wood and hit the plains until we found a square white structure out in the middle of nowhere.

Okay, when I saw a fucking Roman Villa out in the wild, I did not expect a fucking full-blown forest be inside the house or any at all. Once the door cracks open what I saw is dirt, like somebody has cut a path through a dense forest. Following said path reveals a clearing in the middle of the woods (How the duck does that work?) which contains three Monster Girls resting around a cold campfire outside a fucking smaller wooden house beside a fucking stream. A house in the wood within a house…how does that work?

Latina surprises me again with her intellect by stating an answer that I'll foresee the use in the future: "It's magic, dipshit."

To be fair, it was a good place for a hideout though and the girls don't pay much attention to our wayward self, just bathing in the glory of the dampness of their home or something. What do you expect; they were liquid creature after all. Earthworm girl, Slug Girl and Leech Girl, the type you know that likes dampness.

I met the occupant inside their cosy little home. I was shocked to find out that it was another human battle fucker, no thank you! She wore a piece of ridiculously sexualized red cheongsam (the skirt was around 4 inches long, and her fucking chest got a hole right at the cleavage between the boobs like one of those new-fangled keyhole bikinis I 'accidentally' bought for my best friend. That was a really awkward moment for me and her)

I'm not gonna battle-fuck her; she got almost the same name as my buddy back at the Mansion and she was a Chinese too! A Chinese, martial artist who was a battle-fucker! Thank God she has light strawberry blond hair instead of bloody scarlet like my friend back home, it'll be twice as awkward when I got home!

Anyway, there was a bridge beside the house over a clear lake leading toward a square stone structure. We decided to cross the bridge and enter the structure.

What we saw is a small room with a series of pillars supporting the cement roof. On a wall in front of me was a sign. It told me that I should bring my medals to the Medal Queen. As if I have one. An old man stood beside a stair. He told us that the room above will take us to a small island that houses the Queen's castle. Bidding him a good day and thanks, we ascended the stairs to a room.

In the middle of the room was a platform rising from a shallow artificial pool and bordered by stone pillars as well. Ascending toward the top via their carefully chiselled staircase shows that the platform contains a simple square floor between two stone benches. Behind the floor tile was three totems dedicated to some weird-ass knight with weird-ass names. We step on the tile and was teleported to a fucking mansion.

The mansion (or monastery as the inhabitant insists it was) was crafted entirely by fine carved marble. The room was lit by several torches that burn with blue flame. Two statues depicting Aphrodite flanked between the staircases, a silent protector for anybody ascending the stair toward the altar above.

This is not the castle, this is simply a monastery, or so the priest says to me. The real castle can be found north-west of this monastery. Bidding them farewell, I decided to leave the monastery and hit the dirt again.

We head toward North-West, hitting the plains for a long time until we hit our first desert. Goddamn I hate desert. No water, fucking hot all year long, scorpions and creepy crawlies as main source of food, and hell, even the night was ridiculously freezing. The place may have been the best place to observe the stars at night and probably the only place you can see the sky in its full glory, but for God's sake humans can do nothing but die here. Or not, I still can't believe the Arabs can survive the desert easily.

Several hours of trekking underneath the sun, we hit a solitary oasis in the middle of the desert. We decide to rest our head for the middle of the day as the sun was the most painful in this period. We found a rock where we can take cover for the day, but the ambient heat is so damned high that if it wasn't for my internal temperature regulator, I would probably die of heatstroke right then and there. Unfortunately, this presents another 'training session' with the girls, claiming that the semen I secretes secretly contain sun blocker and can be used to cool down an MG's body. Knowing how stupid it was to resist I simply decided to be on top for the intercourse.

It was impossible to be on top when your partner was a fucking centaur, but my rifle was a little bit more obliged. It seems that I am twice energetic when on top of my female rifle, what with her huggable and voluptuous figure… But all and all, I managed to keep my girls satisfied.

Anyway, after that exercise we decide to hit the trail again in the afternoon as the sun starts to lose its painful heat. The yellow glow of the sun was beautiful to look at to be fair.

Just as the sun was about to slip by, we saw a square building right at the horizon, the square building just appearing smack dab in the middle of the setting sun, letting out a holy glow around said structure. We slowly made our way toward the building, our eyes not believing what we saw.

I expected the castle to be bigger though, it looks more like a mansion to be fair. The Greek mansion has a soft sloping roof that was glowing as we approach the mansion. The walls around the mansion were negligent, just a circle of 8 feet tall concrete wall. I saw several soldiers patrolling the castle, but I can see several ways of blasting this place to pieces.

Whoever this Medal Queen is, she's more likely nobility who got the title because of her little quirk of collecting medals. I mean, we do name a guard back in my hometown as a 'Slav King' because he can down a whole barrel of fucking vodka and still sober. Not to mention that fucker acts like a fucking walking gopnik culture reference. But the squat party he threw was fun though…

The inside was bigger than the outside though, I give her that. When I got inside what greets me was a gazebo with four branching hallways from the living room. The living room's floor consisted of a single large piece of a red comfy carpet. Also, the fucking path in said hallway was tiled in gold plates, signifying the owner's riches. And before I forget, the living room was also lit up by two tall lamps that were burning with green fire.

Several members of nobility and warrior class wanders around the gazebo, wondering upon what they wished from said Queen. A warrior clad in full metal was torn between choices of being made a full noble to a chance of obtaining a mighty weapon. One noblewoman was counting her medals at the corner of the room, musing out loud on how much the Queen's treasure was. Another noble clad in a simple robe told me that despite his status he found out that he can be recognized as a noble just by exchanging some medals for a proof of nobility. I don't need proof as I'm the walking definition of bravery as it is.

The north hallway was guarded by two spearmen clad in full iron armour, saying that I should behave properly in front of the royalty. I am not suicidal, so I accepted their advice readily. I asked one of them if they know a guard by the name of Julius, and to my surprise, he is right in front of me. He didn't look memorable enough, couple that with his helmet it was easy to miss him. But delivered the letter, get paid, and was allowed to meet with the queen herself.

On top of her golden chariot sits a woman that exudes grace and power from her core. While Remilia exudes same thing, she also exudes a charming and adorable childish nature that wins me over the first time meeting her. The Medal queen was anything but childish. Her brown eyes shone with deep wisdom and maturity behind her glasses as she greets me. Her smile exudes maturity and so is her word, the crafted skill of wordplay she wields, for she is the Medal Queen. She requires medals, and for the medals she shall give you what I desire.

Problem is, I don't have any medals.

She smiled, saying that she understands if I don't have any. She said that I was free to spend the night in the castle though as the sun has set and the desert was known for their deep cold night and the creepy crawlies that lurks in the sands. The castle was comfy and warm, and the idea of spending the cold night outside was quite daunting, so we took up to her invitation.

The room we took was quite luxurious in fact; every furniture we saw was made expertly with expensive materials by skilled craftsman. I knew quality when I see one. The chair I am sitting now as I'm writing this might have been worth around 3000 dollars apiece! Hell, even the inkpot I used to write this entry looks like it came far from the finest craftsmen of Turkey. I was glad they have inkpot and feather as writing materials. While the ballpoint pen invention was very convenient for me, I still love the classic feel of writing using feathers. The smell and texture of the goose feather in my hand, the smell of black ink on top of fresh sheets of paper…Books are balm for the soul, and I wished that many people would read more.

Anyway, the night is late and I have a long journey to go. Till we meet again journal…