CHAPTER 21-MAPPING THE GARDEN

"Aaaaaaah~! This feels so good."

In a surprising display of relaxation, Lakyus sank into the hot-spring with a look of utter satisfaction upon her face. After taking their evening meals and cleaning themselves in the showers, all of Blue Rose sat in the suprisingly large, smooth wooden-construction hot-spring that easily provided space enough for more than a dozen people.

All of Blue Rose, even Evileye, looked quite content to relax in the hot, soothing waters that felt like it was taking away all of their worries and anxiety. Even Gaganran and the twins, who were all-too-ready to poke fun at Lakyus earlier, were too engrossed in their own reveries to care to. They all honestly felt like they could stay here for hours...

"Hm? What's that?"

Suddenly, the sounds of shuffling and a pair of unfamiliar feminine voices could be heard in the changing area. After a moment, the sliding wood doors behind Lakyus opened, revealing a pair of beautiful women they have never seen before. Neither had towels to cover their attractive, curvaceous forms as the leading woman with amethyst-colored eyes, fiery-red hair, and smooth cocoa-brown skin seductively smiled.

"Ah, a pleasure to finally make your acquiantance, ladies of Blue Rose. I hope that you're enjoying the accommodations our master created for us, and hope you don't mind the extra company~" She said with a pleased tone as she and her companion joined them in the hot-springs next to Lakyus' right.

"Oh~hoh... I didn't know Madara was such a successful ladies man... But ya' kinda' have us at a loss. You know us, but we don't really know you." Gagaran said at Lakyus' far-left with a playful grin that concealed hints of suspicion.

"Hm? Ah, yes. Forgive me. I have gotten so used to my new appearance I often overlook it..."

Slightly removing an emerald ring with golden band on her right ring-finger as she spoke, this revealed her true appearance, much to the shock of Blue Rose, as Lakyus exclaimed in surprise.

"You're... Hilma Cygnaeus of Eight Fingers!"

"Ku~huhuhu... As expected of Renner's former hired-hands. Though we have never met, you know me at a glance... Well done~. Although I go by 'Shauna Gilmore' now. At least in public." She said with a sly smile as she re-placed her ring, once again altering her looks and voice.

"We… thought you'd been taken during the Demonic Disturbance."

"I very nearly was..." Hilma admitted as a shadow of fear appeared in her eyes that honestly surprised them, as she sighed heavily and resumed her reply.

"...Thankfully, Lord Madara anticipated their plans that night and reached me first. He decided that a woman of my talents and resources would be useful. My former cohorts on the other hand were not so fortunate, and I understand that what remains of Eight Fingers is now firmly under the heel of the monsters of 'Nazarick'. Believe me, you don't want to know what they subjected the other division heads to."

Lakyus grimaced at that. As many lives as Hilma and her fellows have ruined, she would not wish anyone to be subjected to a fate as horrific as being a monster's plaything.

"So who's your companion?" Tina stoically asked.

"You'd know me as Edström, formerly of Six Arms. But like Hilma I go by an alias when out in public. Call me, 'Allura'." Edström said in an uninterested tone as she washed the steaming water over her still-altered form.

"Edström...? Hold on, I heard you guys in Six Arms all got killed by Brain Unglaus, Climb, and that old man 'Sebas' right before those demons started poppin' up everywhere." Gagaran pointed out in confusion.

"Tch! That was no old man, but another of Nazarick's monsters. One that apparently enjoyed playing butler for some reason. He slaughtered us in moments without even trying."

"How is it that you're here then? Were the lot of you resurrected?" Evileye pointedly asked their collective question.

"Hmph. If only. No, for all his power it seems resurrection is one ability that Lord Madara does not possess. Instead, myself and the others were brought back as a new kind of undead called 'Edo Tensei'. Well, most of us at least. It didn't work on Davernoch since he was already an undead, and this ritual is used to reanimate the living. And sadly for him, Succulent wasn't deemed unworthy of the effort." Edström grimly replied.

"You're... undead? But... I can't sense any negative energy from you!" Lakyus gasped in shock.

"As it turns out, Edo Tensei are quite unlike any undead we're familiar with. Magics that uses positive energy has no special effect on us, and our new bodies are unable to die or ever run out of mana or stamina. If you were to bash my skull open or destroy my limbs, it wouldn't even be a minute before I was good as new again."

"Holy... How many of you guys has Madara brought back like this?" Gagaran wondered aloud in bewilderment the same question on all their minds.

"Hm. All I can say for now is that Madara seems to be reanimating anyone whose remains he can find that he acknowledges as being a cut above the common rabble. As for who they might be, I'm afraid I'm forbidden from revealing that at this time."

'"..."'

There was collective tension and silence from most of Blue Rose as they sat and stared at the pair. While being part of Madara's operations, it was not so easy to simply relax in their presence. Especially when they had so recently worked in opposition. Noticing the tense atmosphere, "Shauna" smiled in a relaxed fashion as she addressed them.

"Please, do not let out presence ruin your much deserved rest and recovery~. We're just here to rest up ourselves before heading out to conduct the next stage of our part in Lord Madara's plans."

While the rest of Blue Rose seemed to oddly relent at her words, albeit with some reluctance, Lakyus grimaced, speaking with obvious contempt in her tone.

"Hmph... Hilma Cygnaeus... After all the people who've suffered because of what you've done, you have some nerve."

"Oh, really my dear... We both serve the same master now, so you must make an effort to let bygones be bygones. It won't do either of us any good to hold onto past squabbles. We're all in much the same boat now. Especially when all here have paid the price for their ignorance and hubris when confronted with true power." Hilma said with a piteous sigh as she rubbed the steaming waters onto her skin.

"..."

For a moment Lakyus opened her mouth to retort, but as Hilma's words began to sink in, any rebuttal she might have had died on her lips. Yes, she was angry and resentful for the lives that Hilma has ruined. Though now that they were in the same situation, being on the same side, what could she say to counter that, when she was now fully aware of the true evil they all faced? Especially when she had very recently been forced to learn some hard lessons herself...

"So, Hilma~! I've got ta' say, you're quite the beauty. After seeing ya' in all your glory for myself, the rumors really didn't do you justice."

Grinning mischievously, Gagaran exclaimed in a boisterous manner, startling Lakyus and diffusing the tension that hung in the air. Hilma chuckled at the actions of Blue Rose's muscle-bound member, quickly realizing her intent and responding with a pleased smile.

"Why thank you, Gagaran. I may no longer work as a courtesan, but it's always gratifying to receive such compliments."

"No problem~! An' after seeing both your forms, I really can't decide which one I prefer ta' see you in." Gagaran said still with a playful grin and tone, cradling her chin with left index-finger and thumb.

"Hmm... I find myself feeling much the same. These exotic looks have been quite useful in my dealings for Lord Madara."

"And what kind of dealings might those be?" Tina stoically asked.

"Hm? Well, beyond recruitment efforts for the Dragon Kingdom's defense, the 'Fire-Leaf Concern' has been conducting trade deals in luxury goods, food stuffs, and building materials. The latter two have been going swimmingly thanks to Lord Madara's clones." Hilma said with a pleased smile and business-like demeanor.

"How so?" Evileye asked in curiosity.

"Oh? Surely you know of Lord Madara's elemental powers, yes? I believe Damar once referred to them as 'Styles'? Hm, regardless, using his powers for the Concern's business has allowed us to acquire vast amounts of high-quality stone and wood, ideal for any construction projects necessary, and to grow vast quantities crops at rates that would otherwise be impossible unless one somehow had numerous teams of powerful druids to tend to them day and night. This in turn allows us to sell them at a mark-down in the Dragon Kingdom, and at a mark-up elsewhere. This has quickly raised the Concern's reputation, granting us more connections, leading to more revenue..."

At that last part of her explanation, Hilma leaned back and let out a sigh of satisfaction, with her expression like that of the proverbial cat that had the equally proverbial canary.

"Ahhh~ At this rate, I daresay I'll be able to repay the Deep Darkness Dragon Lord for the gold he lent me for this operation, and still be swimming in riches."

Blue Rose's members had various looks of understanding and awe as they processed this new information. While they knew of Madara's elemental powers, they were unaware that they could be used in such a manner. Truly, were there no limits to what this man could do...?

"By the way my dear Lakyus, I must say that now that I have a moment to take a proper look at you, you're quite the beauty yourself. Had you chosen the path of the courtesan, you would have made for a formidable rival, even when demand for my own services were at their peak~" Hilma said with a sultry tone and chuckle.

"Wha-?! T-That doesn't make me feel happy at all!" Lakyus exclaimed in an embarrassed and even insulted tone as her cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red.

"Oh~hoh, so serious~! You really must learn to relax, my dear. I obviously meant that as a compliment." Hilma light-heartedly chuckled.

"Hm, don't bother. Our fiendish former-boss really is the super-serious type. It's all work and no play with her." Tina nonchalantly comments.

"Yes, our evil former-boss really lacks a sense of humor, or an appreciation for how useful her strong womanly attributes could be." Tia plainly added with a shrug, even as Lakyus glared at the twins.

"Is that so? Then I suppose it's fortunate then that she and her lookalike in the City-State Alliance have never met." Hilma said with a relaxed chuckle as she leaned back.

"My... what?" Lakyus asked in confusion.

"Oh~! Then you don't know? Ku~huhuhu... This is turning out to be most amusing... I suppose I should tell you then. But first let me ask you something... As leader of such a famous band of Adamantite-ranked adventurers, you've allowed portraits of yourselves to be circulated, have you not?" Hilma asked with a knowing smile.

"I... Yes, we have. A famous painter in the capital asked us to pose for one of his works, and after receiving due compensation we agreed. But what does that have to do with it?" Lakyus asked with a deepening frown.

"Ah, well, you see, I know that painter of which you speak. He made quite a bit of coin on reproductions of those portraits, and they were sold far and wide. Although most of those were only of you my dear Lakyus. Now, to answer your question, those portraits reached many wealthy individuals in the Karnassus City-State Alliance, including a few of the Adventurer's Guilds there. Many felt that they would provide 'inspiration' to current and aspiring adventurers there..."

Splashing herself with more of the steaming waters, Hilma paused for a moment before resuming her explanation, still with a relaxed and amused tone.

"...One such Mythril-ranked adventurer discovered that, despite her red hair and blue eyes, had quite the uncanny resemblance to you. Deciding to retire from the dangerous life of an adventurer, she dyed her hair and has made quite the living at a high-class brothel as a lookalike of you, helping men live out certain fantasies on a daily basis."

"..."

Finishing her tale she looked back at Lakyus who, in stark contrast to Hilma's smiling expression, was so absolutely fuming with anger that it seemed she made the waters around them boil. Seeing this, the twins lowered themselves into the waters up to their chins as they stoically spoke.

"Oh, no. Our evil former-boss is angry now."

"Indeed. Our fiendish former-boss really looks like a demon now."

"Argh~! I'm going to kill someone!"

Lakyus angrily exclaimed through gritting teeth as she shot up to a standing position, fully exposing herself. Although she was so incensed that it did not really register with her. At least until Hilma's coquettish voice playfully chimed in.

"Oh, my~! You really do have such a wonderful figure my dear Lakyus."

"Huh?! What are you... Waah~?!"

Snapping out of her anger from sheer embarrassment, Lakyus hurried dove back into the waters before glaring at Hilma again, though now with a reddened expression. In contrast, the target of her ire laughed good-naturedly at the display.

"Ah~hahaha~! My goodness! You're far more innocent and adorable than what I've been led to believe throughout your career."

'"Pffft~!"'

"Grrr! You all-!"

The other members of Blue Rose and even Edström collectively tried to stifle their own laughs at the display, even as Lakyus glared them down once again, and Hilma caught her own breath.

"Ah~ah... I never thought that I would actually end up liking you lot. Such an unexpected yet welcomed surprise. In any case, I wouldn't take too much offense to it my dear. They say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, and in this regard I do say that I am rather jealous of you gaining such 'popularity'. I honestly can't say I've ever heard of anyone attempting to emulate my own beauty in such a manner in my former profession."

"Hmph! That pisses me off even more." Lakyus indignantly retorted.

"Hah~! Such crass words comin' from Lakyus... I never thought I'd see the day." Gagaran exclaimed in good humor.

"Quite. She's usually so prim and proper too." Evileye lazily added.

"Keh~!"

"Oh, do calm down now. One must try to see humor even in oneself. Besides, who cares about such things? After all, she is not you, and you are not her. As for the men who partake in her services, think nothing of them. The fact that they act out their fantasies about you with some lookalike only proves they are too cowardly to ever even approach you in such a manner. It speaks nothing of who you are, so don't allow it to bother you so." Hilma said in a soft, placating manner.

"..."

Taking a deep breath, Lakyus oddly found Hilma's words to be wise in their own right as she calmed her nerves. Never did she expect to find the former Eight Fingers executive capable of angering and calming her in such a short span of time. In an odd way, it was actually similar to how her friends of Blue Rose could affect her. An irony that made her chuckle as she spoke in a more friendly tone, and offered her right-hand to Hilma.

"Hah... I still don't like you Hilma, but you speak truly. Maybe we can work together after all."

"I am pleased to hear that my dear. I look forward to the contributions we can bring to our mutual master." Hilma said with a smile as she shook Lakyus' hand, the two finding common ground and even a degree of mutual respect.

"Hoh~! Speaking of which, where is Lord Madara's clone? We must now train Lakyus in our seduction techniques if she is ever to win over the affections of his true self." Tina nonchalantly chimed in.

"Argh~! Not again with that!" Lakyus frustratedly exclaimed.

"Oh~? Now this is interesting." Edström chimed in with surprise and a cunning smirk forming on her lips.

"N-No~! It's not like that. Just ignore them... Uuurgh..." Lakyus wearily said while facepalming.

"Hehe. I figured. Such a close-knit group like yours, playful teasing of friends is expected. I'm a little envious of you lot... Still, I would give up on any romantic or sexual aspirations that might involve Lord Madara." Edström plainly said with a bitter smile.

"Hm, quite right my friend." Hilma matter-of-factly added as she leaned back.

"Oh~? Why say that?" Gagaran curiously asked.

"Well, I can only offer speculation, based on what Edström and I have experienced for ourselves, but Lord Madara strikes us as a very goal-oriented individual. After making my own... subtle attempts to see if I could gain greater favor with him, I quickly reached the conclusion that things such as physical attraction and sexual gratification hold no sway over him. A man like that will seek far more, deeper connections. If he's even capable of such things."

"O-Oh... I see."

Although Lakyus hid it well under a veneer of relief, Hilma could only smile at the hints of disappointment she noticed from the Adamantite-ranked adventurer. Truly, Hilma found herself enjoying the company of these women who, not too long ago, she hated for disrupting her operations in Eight Fingers. A thing which now felt like a lifetime ago, and wholly inconsequential...

"Hmm, disappointing, but we honestly should've seen that coming." Tina plainly said.

"What makes you say that?" Edström asked in genuine interest.

"We feel a certain level of... you might call it 'kinship', with Lord Madara. We cannot be certain, but in some respects he often feels to be a ninja like us. And just as female ninjas are rigorously trained in the ways to seduction, so too are male ninjas trained to resist those same techniques." Tia matter-of-factly explained.

"You don't say?" The reanimated warrior said with a raised brow.

While this was happening, Evileye thought back to the strange vision she experienced after consuming Madara's diluted blood, and the single word, which she concluded to be a name, she'd been left with.

'Izuna...'

Whoever this Izuna was, they were clearly someone whom Madara had shared a deep bond with. But she would not say anything related to such a subject, as it would be a severe breach of privacy. And if it proved to be a sensitive subject for the man, she would very much prefer not to invoke his ire.

"Speaking of whom, where is Madara?" Evileye bluntly asked, wishing to change the topic on her mind.

"As I understand it, before his clone disappeared, he was still in the process of recruiting others to the cause." Hilma replied casually.

"Wait, his clone disappeared?" Tia asked seriously.

"Yes, indeed. The clone said to make ourselves comfortable, since the main body would be busy for a time."

"Is something the matter, Tia?" Lakyus asked in concern.

"Well, our own clone technique draws on the strength of the user to maintain itself. The longer it remains and the further the distance from the main-body, the more energy is required to maintain its existence. Despite the clear differences in how ours operate, Lord Madara's displays several similarities. But he's shown such prodigious proficiency in its use, the only reason I could possibly think of him dispelling them, is if he needed the strength for something else..."

"Huh... An intriguing notion. Then I suppose the question becomes, what could our mighty Lord Madara possibly need such strength for?" Hilma wondered aloud.

'"..."'

The collective group felt a chill crawl up their spines as the question hung unanswered in the air, making them wonder just what Madara was doing that needed him to take such a measure...

...

*KA-BOOM!*

A massive explosion sent shockwaves in all directions as the Deep Darkness Dragon Lord watched events unfold with a weary, annoyed expression. Truly, with such a grandiose start to their duel, to a laymen it would seem as if neither side was holding back. But as one familiar with both entities, he knew better...

"[Katon: Gōka Mekkyaku]!"

'[Martial Art: Enhanced Draconic Blast]!'

*FA-WOOSH!*BOOM!*

The Swordmaster Dragon Lord's [Breath] took on a reddish-pink hue as it was silently empowered with a [Martial Art], and collided with Madara's Fire-Style Jutsu. At first it seemed that the two walls of flame were evenly matched, before the Dragon Lord's attack over-powered Madara's in a massive explosion.

The inferno of orange and reddish-pink lit up the sky brighter than high-noon, blinding all without optical protection. Fortunately for Madara, not only did the empowerment via his YGGDRASIL panoply provide such a benefit, but even without it he could clearly sense his draconic opponent behind the curtain of flames. The Dragon Lord did not burst through as expected but rather staying aloft, as if he was...

"...!"

*SHWING*CRASH*BOOM!*

At the last moment, Madara dodged to his left as a shining, vanilla-colored flash of light sliced through the flames, explosively creating a 100-meter long crevasse. Rolling on the ground, Madara regained his footing as he looked up, seeing the Dragon Lord spinning upward like a buzzsaw. If not for the chakra at his feet to remain attached to the ground, the tempest of winds created by this motion would have blown him away.

The power and grace of this single move made for both an effective defense, combined with a powerful offense. Once again, his eyes and senses detected another application of [Martial Arts] was used. However, given the strength, size, and power of the Dragon Lord, the scale was on a completely different level of any seen thus far. And Madara smiled in glee at the realization.

Just as he basked in this excitement however, the tempest began to subside, and the Dragon Lord's [Martial Art] faded as his form fell to the ground like a stone released from one's grasp. He gracefully landed on all fours and rose his head to give the Ghost of the Uchiha his full and undivided attention with an analytical and stoic expression.

"Hm? Something wrong, dragon? Aren't you going to attack? Or have you lost your nerve before this dance has truly begun?" Madara jabbed with an uncharacteristically cocky tone.

At first the Dragon Lord perked a brow at this, but then smiled, and gave a full-belly laugh that absolutely shook the landscape.

"BWA-HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH~!"

The utter mirth of the dragon's laughter only widened Madara's smile as he continued to keenly observe him. When the laughter died down, the dragon spoke in complete and utter amusement.

"I see you're familiar with the prideful nature of dragons human, and Dragon Lords can be ever more prideful than that. But don't bother trying to use such banal tactics to provoke me. I'm above such things. You cannot hope to gain an advantage that way."

Now more than ever, Madara was pleased with their first potential recruit. In just a few brief exchanges, the Swordmaster Dragon Lord showed himself a master of combat, and did not hesitate to exploit openings that presented themselves. It also showed distinct differences between his and Dy'vom's fighting styles and mindsets, showing no overt signs of prideful boasting or inherent sense of superiority.

The dragon was direct, but professional. Honorable, but not foolish. Confident, but not arrogant. Intelligent, but grounded in realism, and open to the ever fluid nature of the battlefield. In other words, an almost perfectly balanced warrior, with subtle hints of leadership potential. Madara could see this one being the general of an army that led from the front with no issue...

"Now then, my turn to ask something before we start again..."

"..."

Madara narrowed his vision as he slightly relaxed his posture and motioned his head for the Dragon Lord to continue.

"...Those flames of yours, that was a type of conjury, was it not?"

This time it was Madara's turn to perk a brow as the dragon asked his question. He had heard the term from Damar's and Lottus' research. Occasionally used to describe the process by which mana was channeled in the casting of Elemental-type spells, it denoted the process by which the form of something aetherial in nature was altered to create something else. While Madara did not verbally answer, the dragon continued speaking.

"Hm... I thought as much. While the power you possess is different from what I've seen in the past, the process is essentially the same. Therein lies the problem. Despite how extraordinarily powerful your flames are, they are in essence not real flames. Meaning, they can be snuffed out by an equal or greater force. Such is the case with my [Breath], which is real flame simply made more powerful. So do be careful of that. I'd rather not have this match end prematurely due to your miscalculation."

"Hehe... Noted, Dragon Lord."

They both shared in a predatory chuckle as they stared each other down once more. He could not deny the wisdom in the dragon's words. It was something that Madara himself had already experienced in both his matches with Dy'vom and Cocytus. While sharing in the dragon's desire to continue their dance, there was a possibility that this was a play to try and limit Madara somehow. The cunning glint in the dragon's eye made that plain.

'Hehe... We think too much alike dragon. Very well. Let's see how you handle this... [Sharingan - Genjutsu]!'

*BUH-THUMP!*

Being taken off-guard, the Swordmaster Dragon Lord's expression briefly widened in shock before glazing over in Madara's illusionary Dōjutsu. For a moment Madara felt a measure of disappointment, but since illusionary Dōjutsu weren't common in this world, it could not be helped.

Charging forward in a burst of speed whilst weaving Hand Signs, just as he came upon the Dragon Lord's form his instincts screamed of danger incoming on his right as as he partially manifested his [Susano'o].

*WHOOSH*CRASH*BOOM!*

Violently thrown into a nearby rock formation, Madara felt all the bones in his body rattle like a gong as he recovered his senses. His partial [Susano'o] was completely obliterated with a single strike, and as he recovered his bearings, he saw the dragon's tail hover around the front like a snake coiled and primed to strike any who came near.

It was like it was its own autonomous entity as it weaved to and fro guarding its master. With his eyes Madara saw an active [Wild Magic] spell in play as it did. As Madara stood up and recovered, he smirked at such a measure.

'Hmm... Very clever, Dragon Lord. If my suspicions are correct, it's a time-delay spell that activates in the event he's incapacitated for whatever reason. Although...'

Just as Madara mulled on the nature of the spell, [Wild Magic] energy spread from the tail itself, and returned to its original position as that energy flowed back into the main body. As it did, the dragon seemed to recover from his haze as he shook his head and turned his sight in Madara's direction. Giving a broad, toothy smile, the Dragon Lord spoke in a praising tone as he chuckled.

"Hrm-heh-hehe... Not bad young man. You're full of surprises. Trapping me in an illusion is quite the accomplishment, but alas it won't happen again... {Wild Magic: World's Unbending Image}!"

Shining with a neon-green light, the Dragon Lord cast a [Wild Magic] spell that shrouded his head before dissipating from view. Madara was now quite intrigued by this event, even as he smiled and rotated his right-shoulder as he took a defensive stance.

'Hmm... He cast a [Wild Magic] spell, yet I could understand him... Is the dragon doing something fundamentally different from Dy'vom? A question to ask once this dance is over, but it's plainly obvious that the energies he cast onto his tail returned to the main body, breaking him out of the illusion. Going by the name of that spell he cast, Dōjutsu-based Genjutsu will be all but useless now. Heh... Good. Show me more, Dragon Lord.'

The Dragon Lord smiled wide as he mused to himself and took a stance...

'I see you're as eager as I am, human. Excellent... Not since I helped train Cure Elim Los Malvar after his humiliating defeat at the hands of the Demon God and its Evil Deities have I felt such exhilaration! Now, let us see how discerning those strange eyes of yours truly are... [Martial Arts: Greater Limit Breaker - Supreme Ability Boost - Supreme Reinforce Hide - Supreme Reinforce Scales - Greater Strengthen Perception - Greater Sense Weakness - Greater Possibility Sense - Greater Wyvern's Celerity - Invulnerable Adamantite Claws - Invulnerable Adamantite Wings - Invulnerable Adamantite Fangs - Invulnerable Adamantite Tail - Greater Dull Pain]!'

In incredibly quick succession, Madara saw the Dragon Lord activate several different [Martial Arts], many which were unknown to him. As the dragon did not verbally invoke them, that made identifying them extremely difficult without seeing their equivalents before.

To say nothing of the physical and mental strain invoking so many high-class Arts at once would have had on a normal practitioner. But it would seem that such effects were either reduced on a Dragon Lord, or the Swordmaster Dragon Lord himself was just that extraordinary in his mastery of [Martial Arts].

The Uchiha could not help but smile at the Dragon Lord's ability and cunning. He knew verbalizing [Martial Arts] wasn't completely necessary, since it was used as a method of concentrating one's will and mental focus. The speed and ease in which the dragon did it nonverbally would have put even the Kingdom's overly vaunted Warrior-Captain to shame, even with his own lesser equivalent skills. Just as he mulled on this, the dragon spoke with a toothy grin.

"Heh... Not quite yet..."

'{Wild Magic: World's Rejuvenating Winds - World's Revitalizing Aura - World's Wyvern Cowling}!'

In a feat that frankly impressed Madara, he saw the dragon nonverbally cast three [Wild Magic] spells in quick succession. The first two he could guess with some accuracy, were spells to regenerate one's stamina and provide constant healing. Stacking that on top of a Dragon Lord's natural and already formidable regenerative abilities, would make him nigh unkillable without a fatal strike to a vital area.

The third and final spell was the most visually surprising, conjuring a purplish aethereal armor that covered the entirety of the dragon's back and sides from his snout, all the way to the tip of his tail. While this left the dragon's underside vulnerable, someone as skilled and experienced as this dragon would anticipate any moves to that region, and take advantage of any of those attempts.

Madara reached out with his senses and felt that this dragon was easily a match for most of the Tailed-Beasts from his old world in terms of raw power. However, where he outclassed them was the various force-multipliers that his mastery of both [Martial Arts] and [Wild Magic] afforded him. In that regard, his combat capability exceeded them. With this realization, Madara made his decision...

"If you will be going all out Dragon Lord then I, Madara Uchiha, shall also respond with equal force!"

*BOOM!*

In the moment of his declaration, shining blue aethereal power erupted from Madara as the cloaked, red-eyed figure of his evolved [Susano'o] took form. In the distance, Dy'vom was still observing and sighed wearily, grousing at this development.

"I wondered how long it would take for these two battle-maniacs to reach this point."

Just as this happened, the Swordmaster Dragon Lord had a look of glee as he spoke.

"Interesting~! So this is your full power?"

"Hm. Not quite yet..."

Madara replied with a pleased smile, and just as he clenched his right-hand into a fist, the bluish hue of his [Susano'o] suddenly transformed into a reddish-color that more closely resembled that of his YGGDRASIL panoply. While Madara was taken aback by this development, he did not allow it to show as he completed preparations for the [Perfect Susano'o].

"...Now, settle down."

*FA-WHOOSH!*

In mere moments, wings, swords, and armor all took shape, forming Madara's red [Perfect Susano'o], and the Dragon Lord shook with utter rapture at the sight of the colossus that seemed to be formed entirely from his human's raw power. While being exquisitely refined and even stabilized to a degree he would have previously thought impossible.

In his mind, any lingering questions of Madara's worthiness was swiftly brushed aside. He was more than worthy of following. But that did not mean he would submit without giving his all.

"HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH~! OUTSTANDING, MADARA UCHIHA! TRULY, YOU ARE THE CRYSTALLIZATION OF MIGHT ITSELF! NOW COME! LET US ENJOY THIS BATTLE TO OUR HEART'S CONTENT!"

"Hmm... My sentiments exactly, dragon." Madara replied with a wide, toothy grin.

Time itself seemed to stop as the pair stared each other down, and after a few tense moments passed...

*FOOM!*

Suddenly, both figures vanished from sight as they took to the skies. The Dragon Lord was just a bit faster in his aerial ascent as he positioned himself above Madara. Taking the "high-ground" in a manner of speaking, both fighters smiled at this as the dragon began to spin like before, invoking a [Martial Art].

"[Dragon Lord's Grand Shining Rend]!"

In that same moment, Madara's [Perfect Susano'o] quick-drew it's weapon in an attack that could slice the tops of mountains in the past. In a titanic meeting of powers, the two attacks collided...

*FA-WOOSH*KA-BOOM!*

A gargantuan shockwave of light, displaced air, and energy exploded in all directions, forcing even the watching Dy'vom below to take measures to protect himself as he wrapped his wings around his form. Keeping a small opening in his winged cocoon so he may continue to observe the battle above, his eyes widened as he realized what his peer was doing.

*FOOSH!*

The Swordmaster Dragon Lord had his wings wrapped around his underside as he sped towards Madara like a rocket. All present came to the same realization; the Dragon Lord used such a massive attack as nothing more than a distraction so that he could close the distance with Madara! It was equal parts effective, reckless, and completely unexpected.

Yet to Madara, it was something he would have likely done as his grin widened to manic proportions, and his [Perfect Susano'o] took up its other blade...

*CLAAAAAAAANG!*

A deafening metallic collision rang for miles around that would have burst the ears of any individual regardless of race. Both the Dragon Lord's aethereal armor and the blade of [Perfect Susano'o] held fast as sparks of power fought against each other in a literal fight for dominance. And when it seemed it could not go on any longer...

*BOOOOOOOOM!*

Another explosive burst from their locking clash of powers blew them apart by several dozen meters as they both spun head-over-heels. However, it took only a few seconds for them to regain their balance and near simultaneously charged for each other in wild abandon.

"AAAAAAAAAAAARGH!"

"GRAAAAAOOOOOOU!

*CRASH*BOOM!*

What followed was a savage blur of attacks as both used swipes of blade, claw, tail, and maw strikes in a contest of speed and aggressiveness. Both masters of combat reveling in it as the clashing of their attacks met, following echoes of mad laughter.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!"

"GROU-AH-HAH-HAHAH!"

The Dragon Lord snapped at one of [Perfect Susano'o]'s wrists, and even as it cracked ever so slightly, he was batted away by a sword swipe that did much the same to his own armor. But even that didn't stop the dragon's onslaught, for even as he was pushed away, a [Martial Arts] enhanced tail strike launched forward like a snake towards the construct's chest...

*BOOM*CRACK!*

Both were pushed away as an explosive impact left several fissures upon the [Perfect Susano'o]. The construct's left-sword tried a horizontal slash, only to be ducked under at the last moment by the Dragon Lord, who retaliated with an upward claw-strike to bat its arm out of the way. The other sword tried to retaliate, but was blocked by a wing as the tail once again slashed the construct's chest.

Using the momentum to his advantage, Madara's [Perfect Susano'o] spun diagonally back and upward with both blades. Although it was clear that the Dragon Lord had the speed advantage despite his size being almost comparable to the [Perfect Susano'o], the kinetic vision provided by Madara's eyes allowed him to slip the blades past the dragon's tail that moved to intercept them...

*SLASH!*

The blades worked their way under the dragon's wings and slashed at his underside in a shockwave of power and a spray of blood that fell to earth like crimson rain. Thanks to the dragon's natural defenses and regenerative healing boosted by [Martial Arts] and [Wild Magic], the attack wasn't outright fatal. However, it seemingly stunned him long enough for Madara to swiftly reposition the blades for a downward head strike...

*WOOSH!*

The dragon leaned back at the last moment with a knowing grin as the blades barely managed to scratch him, and with a graceful upward spun, the dragon's tail batted the swords out of position.

"RAH-HAH! TWO CAN PLAY THAT GAME! [AETHEREAL DRAGON ARMS]!"

Within the blink of an eye, two constructs of energy shaped like scimitars formed in his front claws, and in one smooth motion brought them down in a double downward slash. Despite its swiftness, Madara was able to likewise lean his [Perfect Susano'o] back just enough to avoid his construct's arms from being cut off. Although the blades managed to still bite deep into its shoulders with little resistance.

Madara was in a frenzy of rapture and delight as he saw the potent weapons formed from a combination of both [Martial Arts] and [Wild Magic] into one technique. Despite their fatal potency, he could not help but laugh in joy.

"HAHAHAHA! Yes! NICE! Let's keep on dancing!"

"BWAH-HAH-HAH! Those are my words! Don't you have any other moves? Give me more excitement! Let this moment last forever!" The dragon exclaimed in manic glee.

*CLANG*BOOM!*

Their blades clashed in a destructive confluence of power and will that parted the clouds above, and shattered the very earth and stone below. Truly, their collective clashes had all but annihilated the landscape for miles around, creating a destroyed wasteland that saw flashes of static electricity charge the air in such a way that it was more akin to lightning.

This forced Dy'vom to relocate, with an expression of aggravation and even worry as he continued watching the two from below. So enthralled in their battle, little else seemed to exist for them as they clashed with skill and acumen the likes of which most master swordsmen couldn't even imagine. When one attacked, the other parried and counterattacked, and on and on it went in a blinding flurry of masterful battlecraft.

Even with his peer's additional attack options of his tail, wings, hind-legs, and maw combined with his speed advantage, Madara's puissant might, combat experience and prowess, combined with the visual capabilities of his [Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan] more than evened the odds.

"Hrm? Is that...?"

Dy'vom then noticed that the "wounds" inflicted upon the [Perfect Susano'o] would not completely heal from the damage inflicted by the conjured weapons brought forth by his peer. He knew this attack from before, and that it was a manifestation of his peer's will and power. By combining his two disciplines into one, the Swordmaster Dragon Lord achieved a destructive power had never met its equal. Even Madara's construct would not be able to clash with it and come out unscathed...

*CLANG!*

The pair of combatants were forced away from each other in their latest exchange, and as usual the pair had expressions of glee on their faces. Madara's [Perfect Susano'o] was absolutely littered with battle damage that would not completely heal, yet he did not seem worried in the slightest. In fact, he seemed ready for more.

While the Swordmaster Dragon Lord seemed much the same, Dy'vom narrowed his vision upon his peer who was by now heavily panting. This made him growl in worry as he mused on the sight.

'Hrmph... This isn't good. While his dual application of [Martial Arts] and [Wild Magic] is certainly powerful, using them in tandem for prolonged periods like this drains him considerably. Especially when he conjures those weapons of his. Madara's not nearly as winded and has yet to show all of what he can do. Never mind the sheer variety of his range of abilities. With those eyes of his, Madara has likely deduced all of this by now... The outcome to this match is clear.'

Just as Dy'vom concluded his musings, Madara's chuckles echoed in the air as he spoke with a wide grin.

"Heheh... Few are those who can get me this excited, Dragon Lord. You have my thanks, and I acknowledge your stength. Now, before this dance ends and you still have strength in your steps, let me see just how brightly your star can burn."

At this provocation, the Swordmaster Dragon Lord's smile took on a new kind of mania as Dy'vom grimaced.

'No! You thrice-damned fool! Don't you DARE fall for such an obvious provocation! If you use that...!'

But in direct opposition to Dy'vom's silent plea, his peer roared as he slammed the dual blades in his claws together. The aethereal blades merged into one and as he rose it above his head it suddenly expanded in size to twice that of even the height of the [Perfect Susano'o]. Madara's eyes saw that all of the energies from his [Martial Arts] and spells were absorbed by this act, dispelling them from active use.

It then burst brightly, lighting up the now darkened sky in a bluish-vanilla light akin to a miniature sun. At this awesome display, Madara laughed cheerfully.

"HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH~! Yes! THIS is the destruction I wanted to see from you. Now keep on dancing, Swordmaster Dragon Lord! Make me acknowledge your skill and spirit!"

'YOU PAIR OF BATTLEMAD IDIOTS!'

In clear signs of panic, the Deep Darkness Dragon Lord leapt up with a push of his wings and then chanted a [Wild Magic] spell.

"{Qo' NguvwI'a}!"

In a flash of bright-red, Dy'vom disappeared from sight, reappearing right on top of his peer, surprising both combatants with his sudden appearance. Without a word he tackled the Swordmaster Dragon Lord, and used his special abilities to disrupt the flow of energy around them as he chanted another spell.

"{loDnI'pu' Maghom}!"

It was as if gravity itself increased by several magnitudes as the pair of Dragon Lords rocketed back down to the ground at incredible speeds.

*CRASH!*

In a massive explosion of dust and debris, the pair of Dragon Lords were planted back down on ground-level, with Dy'vom mounted on top of his peer, and his maw on his throat. There was a threatening draconic growl as he spoke with a deadly serious tone.

"That... Is... Enough. Dismiss your attack and re-absorb its energies. NOW."

"..."

In that instant, the Swordmaster Dragon Lord seemed to snap out of his mania. He then breathed a few calming breathes, doing as instructed as the aethereal weapon of mass destruction faded from view, and its powers slowly but surely returned to its master. In only a minute this process was completed, and his tense posture relaxed as he spoke in a matching tone.

"It is done, comrade. Be at ease. You can move away now."

There was nary a word spoken from Dy'vom as he narrowed his vision on his peer and huffed in annoyance whilst stepping off and sitting to the side. A moment later and the Swordmaster Dragon Lord did the same as he breathed a calming breath and rubbed the back of his head, just as Madara decended onto ground-level. He dismissed his [Perfect Susano'o] as he stood atop a fractured rock formation with arms folded.

"I believe this concludes your match. I swear, battle-addled fools such as yourselves will be the death of me." Dy'vom groused without reserve.

"...My apologies, Dy'vom. I suppose I got a little carried away." The Swordmaster Dragon Lord contritely said with an awkward chuckle and smile.

"Hm..."

Dy'vom perked a brow at Madara's reaction as he saw the Uchiha look to the side with a blank expression, scratching he chin awkwardly with his right-hand. It was so out-of-place with what he usually came to expect from the man that, if he did not know any better, he'd swear that even Madara himself was embarrassed.

"...Yes. Evidently we both became a bit too engrossed in our dance."

There was a weary sigh from Dy'vom as he shook his head at the absurdity of it all, and simply accepted the pair's half-hearted attempts at apologizing. Just then, his peer spoke in a praising tone.

"Well, Madara, you are quite the puissant and cunning warrior indeed. I never imagined there could exist a human even a tenth as mighty as you without being a Player. And now that I can think more clearly, it becomes plain that you intended for me to lose myself in the moment, did you not?"

There was no answer from Madara as he merely smirked, which was as good as a confirmation to the pair of dragons.

"Heh... As I thought. Truly, you have discerning eyes."

"Hm... Quite so, Dragon Lord. You're certainly strong and powerful, but your blend of [Martial Arts] and [Wild Magic] has the weakness of quickly draining you the longer you use them, and the more of them you use in tandem. Once I realized that, it was simply a matter of goading you into doing precisely that as the battle progressed. After all, we possess a shared love for a good dance ." Madara replied with an oddly friendly smile.

For a moment, the pair shared in a silent moment of respect, before the Swordmaster Dragon Lord smiled himself, replying in a matching tone whilst bowed his head.

"...Arimour. My name is Arimour Rakahn, and by that name, I do hereby pledge myself to your cause, Madara Uchiha."

"Umu... It pleases me to hear that, Arimour. I look forward to working with you further in the future. On that subject..."

As Madara continued speaking, he jumped down to Arimour's feet and with a few Hand Signs, summoned a massive scroll. Unfurling it revealed script written in blood, prompting Arimour to look to Dy'vom for clarification.

"Think of it as a 'contract'. Just place a few drops of your own blood on it, place one of your claws upon it, and simply command, 'invoke contract'. This will connect you to Madara, and when he has need, he'll be able to summon us, and even we him in turn should we have need." Dy'vom matter-of-factly explained, having gone through the same process after his own loss. (A/N:CH.6)

"Ah, I see~! How fascinating. In that case, perhaps this should make the process all the more easy... {Wild Magic: Polymorphic Shift}."

Invoking a spell, Arimour's form began to glow with an emerald-colored light before he seemed to begin shrinking. Within a few seconds, his massive form transformed into an 8-foot tall, bipedal version of itself.

"Hoh?"

Madara exclaimed in curiosity while Arimour sighed the contract. Upon finishing he felt a surge of power flow through him as he felt an odd connection tether himself to the Uchiha, who then proceeded to roll the large scroll up. Dismissing it with but a wave of his hand as he then questioningly spoke up.

"An interesting spell, Arimour. Can you take other forms as well?"

"Sadly, no. As I focused my development more towards martial disciplines, I developed this transformation spell from a rudimentary one taught to me by a fellow Dragon Lord, as learning and mastering [Martial Arts] required a bit greater dexterity and finer motor control than what my base form could provide at the time. Hehe... You cannot begin to imagine how difficult it was translating those martial skills I learned from a bipedal form to a massive, quadrupedal one. Still, while my battle prowess is unparalleled even among my fellows, many of the more... utilitarian abilities that most Dragon Lords are known to use are skills that I lack. Since those spells require finer spell skills and controls. For example, I cannot control Avatars remotely or teleport like Dy'vom here." Arimour replied with a nonchalant shrug.

"Interesting... That reminds me, how is it I can understand you when you verbalize [Wild Magic] spells?"

"Hrm?"

For a moment Arimour seemed confused at the question as he tilted his head. Then a look of realization crossed his features as he looked towards Dy'vom with a knowing smirk, who seemed oddly annoyed as he mischievously spoke.

"Ah, Dy'vom. I see time's passage still has much work to do in eroding some of that narrow-mindedness of yours, hm? Oh, heh, allow me to explain, Madara. Like any other discipline, [Wild Magic] has different schools and styles that can branch and diverge from each other. In Dy'vom's case, he uses one of the older disciplines, all but requiring the use of one of our ancient tongues to cast and enhance them. But since it's linked with his special innate abilities, it's understandable why it's his primary focus. So don't think he kept anything from you. It's simply his long-ingrained mindset."

Cupping his chin in thought, it made a sort of sense to Madara. As a long-lived and oftentimes isolationist species, dragons would of course have branching styles and uses of the same base arts. A similar thing happened with Ninjutsu in his world after all, let alone Chakra itself.

"I see... So it could be said that it's like the meta-magic enhancements from [Tier Magic]. Tell me, would using your kind's ancient languages offer any benefits to your own spell casting?" Madara inquisitively asked.

"Hah~! I'm afraid not. As I said, I am much more martially focused than most of my kind. One might say that I am an outlier of sorts. Especially when the [Martial Arts] I use were first created by the so-called 'lesser races'. As a result, my ever-prideful kin dismiss using it as a potential source of power."

"Hmph! How foolish. Contempt such as that inevitably results in only stagnation." Madara's huffed in disappointment.

"Quite! I happen to agree with that sentiment. But to fully answer your question, even if I did use that method for my spell casting, any benefits would be the miniscule, and they would not outweigh the expense in strength and power incurred. That is why I simply use the common tongue."

"A logical choice to make. Especially when combining your disciplines already places such a heavy burden on you. You've proven your ingenuity Arimour, but I could see that the differing energies resists being mixed together much like oil and water, which is why combining your Arts taxes you so. That said, it certainly is a potent combination."

"Hehe... Yes, yes. But that's the lesson to learn, isn't it? No matter the advantage gained, there will always be a corresponding disadvantage to balance the scales."

"Wise words indeed, Arimour. And on that topic tell me, what was that final move you were about to use in our dance? To my eyes, it seemed to exponentially drain you of all you had." Madara asked with a serious tone, which Dy'vom would be the one to reply.

"That is his ultimate technique and the culmination of all his knowledge and power, the [Dragon Emperor Slaying Blade]. It combines everything he has into a single attack that destroys all in its path. The last time we met it was still incomplete, but it seems that is no longer the case."

"Hmph. With a name like that, it becomes quite obvious whom exactly it was intended for." Madara mused, who knew of the Dragon Emperor's history, and was entirely understandable why he was hated so much by his own kind.

"Yes, I suppose I was being a bit literal with that one. Should I ever cross paths with him, it is my intention to make use of it and end him once and for all. But such a powerful technique comes with an equally heavy price. If I were in top form, it would incapacitate me for at least a full day. Maybe two. But given my condition by the end of our match, had Dy'vom not stopped me when he did, using it would have likely killed me... Ahem." Arimour replied with almost sheepish embarrassment.

"Huh... Ah-hah-haha... Then perhaps we both owe him a debt of graditude for ending it when he did." Madara said in irony.

"OF COURSE! Someone had to stop you fools from killing yourselves." Dy'vom roared in aggravation.

"Hm. You have my thanks, Dy'vom." Madara replied with sincerity.

"..."

Dy'vom was rendered silent by the sincere word of thanks Madara gave, but even he had to admit that he was oddly moved by it. Of course, being the prideful dragon that he was, he merely sighed in annoyance as he turned to survey the ruined lands. For Arimour, he smirked knowingly at his comrade.

'Now this is a rare sight; Dy'vom developing a friendship with someone. Hehe. And he's embarrassed about it to boot. Even had Madara not proven himself, going along with this might have been worthwhile just to see how this plays out.'

Arimour was the taken out of his thoughts as Dy'vom openly groused in a serious, business-like tone.

"Hmph... Let us continue onto the next item of concern, Madara. It would be wise for you to repair as much of the damage to these lands as possible. I do not sense anyone magically surveying this area, but that can change at any moment with that display you two put on. I assume that you dispelled your clones for this fight, correct?"

"Hm. Indeed. Only the one wielding my panoply and a few others involved in missions I cannot afford to have disrupted are still active. I should still be able to repair most of the damage. Hold here for the time being." Madara stoically said.

Without waiting for reply, Madara leapt away from the pair of Dragon Lords, centering himself within a destroyed rocky outcropping. Arimour turned to Dy'vom in confusion as he inquisitively spoke.

"What is he doing? What is this talk of 'repairing' these lands?"

"Just watch, Arimour. Madara's capable of far more than you know, and this will be but a fraction of it."

While there was the usual seriousness in Dy'vom's tone that Arimour had always come to expect from his peer, it was oddly mixed with an undertone of pride as well. Not pride in oneself, but pride one might have for another. An unexpected turn of events that made him smile.

"[Doton...]!"

Clasping his hands together into the Mi Hand Sign, an earthquake shook the entire area as new rock formations replaced those lost in the recent fight. Arimour was slack-jawed in astonishment at the sight. In an almost effortless action, the area was being repaired as if it were nothing. This time it was Dy'vom's turn to smile, seeing his peer's reaction to Madara's capabilities.

"Incredible. He's a... sage."

Dy'vom's expression turned neutral as he returned to watching Madara work. He had to agree with his peer's softly spoken words. If Madara wasn't a god, a title that the man himself oddly refused to claim, then what better epithet could apply? As the pair silently pondered this, it took the object of their musings all but 9-minutes to complete his work.

As Madara returned to the pair, while the landscape looked slightly different, the scars of their battle were all but gone as a result. With a motion of his hand, Madara's cloak reappeared on his person as he folded his arms.

"Hm. This should do. Now Dy'vom, where to nex-"

Suddenly, Madara cut himself off as he sharply turned his head behind them, looking around the area as if he sensed something. Picking up on this, the Dragon Lords reached out with their own formidible senses, scanning for dozens of miles around. After a tense moment of silence, Madara relented his guard as Arimour stocially spoke up.

"Hmm... It seems the world's shifting again."

"Hoh? So you've sensed it as well?" Madara asked with perked brow.

"Yes. It was subtle, but noticeable to those wise enough. Perhaps we should move along now that you've finished redrawing the maps." Arimour said with a grin, to which Madara smirked before turning to Dy'vom, who answered the unspoken question.

"One of my Avatars has already marked the location for our next meeting. She will be the next one we'll approach." Dy'vom said as he turned to Arimour.

"Oh? I see... You sought me out first, knowing that she would be more easily persuaded if I were already part of this."

"Correct. And now that it is night, she'll be active."

"Hm. Then let us proceed." Madara pointedly replied.

Madara then leapt onto Dy'vom's back in a single move, and upon seeing this Arimour grinned mischievously. His wings flapped once, throwing himself into the air, and joining Madara upon Dy'vom's back, whom growled in annoyance.

"Oi! What do you think you're doing?!"

"Oh? Is there a problem comrade? You know I cannot teleport as you can."

"That's not the issue-" Dy'vom protested when Madara spoke over him.

"Let it be, Dy'vom. Arimour exhausted a great deal of his strength in out dance, and must now focus his efforts on recovery, just as you did after our own." Madara stated matter-of-factly.

"Hrmph... Very well." The Deep Darkness Dragon Lord relented, accepting the reasoning.

"You on the other hand still seem to have energy to spare, even after restoring the land." Arimour casually observed.

"...I once spent well over an entire day fighting the only opponent who was ever capable of standing up to me by himself. As grand as our dance was, Arimour, I was far from being pushed to my limit, in either power or stamina." Madara admitted, with an oddly nostalgic tone.

"Hehehe... Then it seems I have much more training left to do. Perhaps I should start with improving my endurance." The Swordmaster Dragon Lord noted, invigorated by the challenge Madara's existence presented.

As the Deep Darkness Dragon Lord focused his energies on teleportation, Madara's countenance returned to a neutral position as he closed his eyes in thought. Whatever was happening to this world, he felt its effects had slightly changed. Through his few remaining clones, he confirmed that his sensory abilities had somehow been disrupted. It was subtle, but there all the same.

What he could not determine was whether or not this was intentional, or a byproduct of what was happening to this world. Whatever the case, that did not change his overall objective; gather more power and support for what was coming. With that goal set firmly in his mind, Madara waited for Dy'vom to finish his incantation...

"{Qo' NguvwI'a}"

Teleporting away in a bright flash of red light, the trio left for their next destination, as the wheels of fate continued to spin ever onward.

...

Within an undisclosed location in the Karnassus City-State Alliance, the leader of the Evil Deity worshipping cult ambiguously called the "Order of the New Dawn", pensively sat at his desk in his personal quarters. (A/N:CH.16) After reading several reports from their few sources in the Re-Estize Kingdom, Serevin Masters was grateful that he chose to end their presence there, until such time as he heard back from Urashiki.

Word reached him of a mysterious great upheaval within Zuranon, and then absolutely nothing after. His finely honed instincts told him this was not the work of his Celestial collaborator. No, Urashiki's methods were far more subtle and elusive than this. It was as if the undead cult vanished off the face of this world. Whatever the cause, he knew in his bones to have his agents distance themselves as far from that region as possible...

*WHOOSH!*

"Uuurgh..."

At the sound of a familiar tear in reality opening, Serevin audibly groaned in annoyance as he turned to his left-side. As expected, Urashiki's smiling face stepped out, but quite unexpectedly, another albino figure stepped out with him with features that were both similar and dissimilar to his. Was this another Celestial? Serevin was now intrigued as Urashiki spoke with his usual nonchalant tone.

"Good evening, Serevin-san~! I trust you've been well?"

"Hmph... As well as can be expected, given the usual nature of your visits." Serevin dismissively groused.

"Ah, as cold as ever, my friend."

"And you as disingenuous... Now tell me, who is this?" Serevin said in thinning patience as his hardened gaze shifted to the newcomer in his chambers.

"Yes, where are my manners~? Serevin-san, this is Toneri-dono." Urashiki sarcastically replied as he turned with dramatic flourish to motion to Toneri.

"..."

Toneri simply bowed politely as he took in the feeling and measure of this "Serevin Masters" with his senses. There was something about this man that greatly unsettled him. It wasn't the fact that, as Urashiki mentioned before their arrival, the beings of this world developed differently, having no chakra. It was as if a darkness hung over the mane like a veil, ever watching and guiding his actions like unseen puppeteer hands...

"Hmph... A pleasure I'm sure, despite your choice of company." Serevin said with an uninterested tone.

"Tch! Believe me, it wasn't my idea." Toneri said in mild displeasure.

"Is that so? In that case, you are welcome here..." Serevin replied, now in a strangely sympathetic tone, recognizing Toneri's presence was not voluntary, and sharing in his disdain for Urashiki.

"...And you, Celestial? The fact that you've returned must mean you have discovered what happened to the 'Exalted' in the Kingdom." Serevin tersely followed up, turning his attention back to Urashiki.

"Oh~hoh, I most certainly did, Serevin-san. It seems that before the demon could break free it was re-sealed and buried beneath the stone where I found him. By whom I don't know. Whoever or whatever did it, they're quite skilled and considerably strong." Urashiki blithely replied with a shrug, as if it were a trifle.

Curling his right-hand into a fist, Serevin narrowed his vision upon Urashiki, clearly not pleased with neither this news, nor his attitude towards it. Finding and freeing even one of the sealed "Exalted" was a laborious process, and he spoke of it as if it were of no great importance. Composing himself, he then shifted his thoughts to the other side of the coin; who or what could have re-sealed it?

The so-called "Thirteen Heroes" were all but gone, save for a few of their number that were scattered across the land. Including one of the ancient Dragon Lords that he knew had backed that group. So the only logical conclusion was that an unknown third-party was responsible. Which made the situation even worse...

"Don't be so distraught, Serevin-san. It is true it's not what either of us expected, but you can rest easy. I have a solution that will see to its release from that seal." Urashiki casually commented, bringing him back from his thoughts.

"Hm... Is that a fact? I take it then that this blind young man will be a part of that?"

"Quite right, Serevin-san~ I'm glad you quickly caught onto my little plan."

"And? Why bring him here? Can't you heal his sight yourself?"

"Ah, well, his situation's a little unique, so healing magic won't restore his sight like you imagine." Urashiki awkwardly replied in a rare moment of genuine levity.

"Cut to it, Celestial. What do you want?" Serevin asked with a weary sigh.

"Well, it's simple Serevin-san. In order to restore Toneri-dono's sight, the eyes and life of your vaunted 'Elemental Archmage' is required."

"..."

Although Toneri could not see it, he sensed how Serevin's eyes widened and positively bathed Urashiki with hostility and killing intent. The former of whom still had that casual smile as if he merely spoke of the weather. Which only served to further incite more of Severin's anger, which radiated like a cloud of darkness to Toneri's senses. Several tense seconds passed before the Cult Leader reigned in his anger and spoke with finality...

"Out of the question. Be gone from my sight."

"Oh~hoh? You surprise me, Serevin-san. I thought that you'd not hesitate to use any method to release one of your 'Exalted' upon this world." Urashiki casually countered with a head-tilt.

"Do not take me for a fool! Or one of your pawns, Celestial. One has nothing to do with the other. I'll not sacrifice our most powerful magic caster and [Talent Holder], on your word alone that his loss will lead to that outcome. As far as I'm concerned, your laziness and incompetence is responsible for this debacle, and I'll not give up one of my most valuable assets just to help you clean it up. Unless you've something of worth to offer that will make up for the loss of such a valued resource, you can leave my sight at once." Serevin countered with venom and spite clear in his tone and expression.

There was a tense moment of silence as the pair stared each other down. For a moment, Toneri sensed genuine hostility from Urashiki as he tightened the grip on his Chakra Rod. Meanwhile, Toneri himself fought the urge to smile st Serevin's display of contempt towards the Ōtsutsuki. Whom he knew would view Serevin and other races not of their clan as "inferior creatures".

Toneri knew that, for any member of his clan, to have one of those "inferior creatures" talk down to them without fear, was an offense which struck at Urashiki's very core. Just as he found some satisfaction from this, a weary sigh escaped from Urashiki as he spoke in a casual tone.

"Hai, hai~! Alright then... How about a trade, Serevin-san?"

"Hmph. Your persistence is worthy of praise, Celestial. Very well. I'll humor you, but don't waste my time further, or I will refuse any and all future dealings with you."

"Ah, I can assure you, it'll be worth your time..."

Urashiki spoke with an odd glee in his voice, and a widening smirk formed as he began to remove four cylindrical crystalline containers from the glowing "pouch" that hung on his hip's right-side. Placing each one on Severin's desk, the latter perked a brow as he looked upon each, noticing four small different colored orbs within.

They softly glowed, humming with energy as he picked one up and inspected it. Each pulsed with power and life that fascinated him on an instinctive level, as his gaze shifted towards Urashiki and spoke in an intrigued tone.

"Hmm... I must say that at first you had my curiosity, but now you have my attention, my uncouth collaborator."

"Hoh~? As expected of Serevin-san. You can feel the power that these 'Chakra Pills' hold within their containers."

"Chakra Pills, you say?"

"Oh, yes. Each is made from the living essence of individuals of some worth. As such, they carry the powers and abilities they held while they were alive, plus something extra~. The blue one is from a 3rd-tier arcane magic caster, the yellow a monk, the red a warrior, and the green from a [Talent Holder] with the [Clarion Vision] ability, allowing one to see through nearly any illusion, regardless of tier or power. All you need do is eat them and their power, and the power of 'Chakra' will be yours."

"..."

A hardened edge overtook Serevin's features as he stared down the containers. Knowing of "Chakra" as a power of life itself, and a power that Urashiki himself was a user of from one of their previous conversations when they first began to work together. A rare moment when the Celestial shared anything of value when prompted.

However, Serevin knew that the only reason Urashiki shared such information was to lord over him the fact that Urashiki possessed a power that none of them had. He saw beneath that oh-so-sarcastic smile, seeing a man who looked down on anything that was not one of his own kind. That became even more clear in the moments when Severin refused to entertain his nonsense and the Celestial's smile became subtly strained.

While Urashiki hid his contempt and disdain for them all well, Serevin wasn't fooled. So this begged the question, why make such an offer now? In his mind there were only two plausible explanations. First, whatever schemes Urashiki had in motion still needed his and the Order's cooperation to fulfill. Second, even should Serevin consume these Pills, his strength would likely still be inferior to the smiling Celestial.

Regardless, this was an opportunity he could not pass up! Afterall, this power would serve to strengthen not only himself but more importantly, the Demon God upon his resurrection.

Still, it left a bitter taste in his mouth. The "Elemental Archmage" was a man he valued as not only a powerful magic caster, but one of the few he genuinely thought of as a friend and comrade. While it was a necessary sacrifice, he took no pleasure from his decision...

"Very well, Celestial Being. We have an accord. But... I have one stipulation before we proceed." Serevin said with a heavy sigh.

"Oh~? What is it you wish, Serevin-san?" Urashiki said with a conceited smile.

"Let his end be without pain and suffering... He and his family have served us well over the centuries, and deserves that much."

"Hoh~? I do believe I've never seen this side to you, Serevin-san... Very well. I agree to your terms." Urashiki said with a mocking bow that soured Serevin's mood further.

"Hmph! Enough. Leave me."

"As you wish, Serevin-san. But tell me, where might we find him at this hour?"

"Che! He'll be heading towards his study after our usual services. Now leave me!"

Serevin answered with barely restrained anger as his eyes began to shine with blood-red colored light, with a blackened aura radiating from him. Even though Urashiki was not phased by this, Toneri shivered from this new, dark aura that unexpectedly exploded from this humanoid.

His energy felt so radically different that it left a sickening feeling in the pit of his stomach. There was an evil and malice from this "Serevin Masters" so dark that it could not have possibly been human. Just as he mulled on this, Urashiki blithely spoke.

"Hai, hai~! We've overstayed our welcome. Next we meet, I promise we'll return with your prize. Until then~!"

Reality again cracked and warped as Urashiki and Toneri vanished in a blackened portal, leaving Serevin to his thoughts as he calmed down enough for his aura to dissipate. He looked at the four containers with an empty expression as he breathed a calming breath and invoked a bell-like magic item on his desk, which contained the [Message] spell.

[Galuk? It is I. Glory be to the one true god. Now, gather all of our available healers and clerics in the Restoration Chamber. I'll be there in about 5-minutes, so I expect them to be ready in that time. That is all.]

[Message End]

After promptly using his [Message] password and issuing instructions, Serevin took a traveling pack from a nearby drawer and carefully placed each of the containers within before leaving his chambers. Determination was plain on his features as he forcefully strode forth. He would not waste this chance and sacrifice, and no matter what, their long cherished dream WILL become a reality in his lifetime.

...

In another part of the underground complex that served as the Order's headquaters, a group of robed figures concluded a type of religous service as they dispersed in a large chamber. One of them drifted apart from the mixed group of men and women as they cheerfully spoke amongst themselves.

"Ah, thank the Exalted that's over. I'm looking forward to tonight's revels."

"Indeed~! Lady Isabella is said to be bringing a fine collection of her finest courtesans for the event."

"Oh? What kind?"

"If it's anything like last time, it'll likely be some humans, elves, hobgolins, and a few of those feisty feline-type beastmen."

"Which kinds of elves?"

"I'm sure it'll be a mix of Wild and City Elves."

"Ah, that's good. Wild Elves are popular to some for their thin, petite frames, but I prefer the City Elves for their ability to grow into more voluptuous proportions..."

The last voice commented in a licentious manner, eagerly motioning at a woman's hour-glass figure, as a lone robed figure distanced itself from the group and wearily sighed.

"Bah. How ridiculous. We may express our devotion to the Exalted in our own ways, but such base behavior sickens me."

This lone figure pulled back on his hood to reveal a male Sharp Horn in his late-40s, with shortcut maroon-colored hair, and a blue-colored crystalline horn upon his forehead as was typical of his race. However, what was not typical was his eyes, which bore all the colors of the rainbow! This was Dradis Ku Bessala the "Elemental Archmage", and the Order's most powerful magic caster.

Known only to a few, his bloodline descended from a now extinct race of people from before the Evil Deities' attack upon the continent. His ancestor was one of the few to escape those chaotic times, settle in what would later become the Karnassus City-State Alliance, and join the Order shortly after its founding, following the Demon God's fall.

The ancient lore passed down by his ancestor once spoke of a country where those of the "Rainbow Eyes" were commonplace. Those people focused mainly on spellcasting ability, to the point that a predisposition for magic was carried in their bloodlines, as evidenced by their eyes. This aptitude gifted them with a proficiency for the Four Elemental traditions, leading them to enter the appropriate magic-using professions.

Dradis was the culmination of this, possessing a unique [Talent] called the [Elemental Hierophant]. While most magic casters were limited in the number and type of elements they could harness, his [Talent] allowed for the swift access and use of all the Elemental traditions, and even combine them to form new elemental spells.

Thanks to this, he could cast elemental spells up to the 5th-tier without issue. Although this came at the cost of his proficiency in regular arcane magicks, of which he could only cast up to the 3rd-tier. Still, he was confident that with time, he could overcome this and eclipse even the Empire's Tri-Arts Caster, Fluder Paradyne. One of his great ambitions...

"Yo, Dradis~!"

A weary sigh escaped his lips as a comrade in the Order called out to him as they crossed paths in the hall. He tried to form a casual smile, even as he saw the young human with black hair and blue eyes drink alcoholic spirits in his left-hand, and fondle the breast of a decently endowed, silver-haired City Elf with fair skin with his right.

"The after-service revels have begun my friend~! Will you not join us for once?"

"Hm... Apologies, but there's research that demands my attention." Dradis cordially replied, even as his comrade's elven companion gave a lecherous smile.

"Ah~ fine. Your devotion's commendable as always, but be sure to join us sometime. You only live once after all~!"

"Hmph. Noted. Do enjoy yourselves."

"Oh, we will~!"

As the pair left with jovial laughs, Dradis felt he needed a shower after that not-brief-enough exchange. While not faulting comrades like that one who were adherents of Dy'varnak, Exalted One of Lust and Revels, he felt no such desires. In honesty, sexual activity was the same as urinating and defecating to him; a bodily function that was occasionally necessary, but oftentimes vexing and inconvenient.

While he already sired a child recently, as per the Order's long-standing guidelines to fill the ranks of the next generation, he would not waste his time on disgusting frivolity. Not when delving into the "Abyss of Magic" was a much more worthwhile endeavor. One he vowed to reach before the Empire's Imperial Court Magician.

Entering his study, he prepared himself mentally to begin his studies when an unfamiliar aloof voice reached his ears.

"Good evening to you, Dradis Ku Bessala-san. Or perhaps it's more appropriate to say, goodbye~?"

"Wha-?! Who dares-?! Hurk!"

Just as he began charging a lightening spell in his right-hand to smite his intruder, a flash of hot, seering pain stabbed into his chest, halting his casting. He could not move even a muscle as this unknown power all but paralyzed him. It was all he could do to move his head in the direction of his attacker, whom he was connected via a line of glowing red power that resembled a... fishing rod?

He gasped as he saw a pair of albino figures. The first one he saw held his eyes closed, with an expression of apologetic pity, whilst the other held a malicious grin. As he took in his attacker's features, recognition flashed in his mind's eye as he spoke in a strained voice.

"You're... The Celestial collaborator?"

"Hoh~? Now this is a surprise. You must be really good friends with Serevin-san. Such a naughty thing to share details about me, when our dealings were to remain a secret. Oh, well... I suppose this takes care of two problems at once~."

"Wha-? You mean to betray Severin?!" Dradis angrily and painfully asked through gritted teeth.

"Hmm... Not quite, but do not despair. Your sacrifice is a necessary one for the cause. Now, say good night, Dradis-san."

"...!"

Before he could speak further, Urashiki removed a blue-colored, mist-like energy from the red container on his hip, blowing it in his direction. Within an instant Dradis felt his consciousness fading, with his last thoughts being of his friend...

'Serevin... I'm sorry, my friend... We should never have gotten involved with...'

Losing consciousness, Dradis' body slumped onto the floor with a *THUMP*, as Urashiki and Toneri approached and the trio disappeared in a darkened portal. Reappearing in a new location, the trio were in a clean, stonework chamber with a number of shelves, desks, and glasswork alchemical stations for experimentation.

Raising Dradis' unconscious form upon an empty examination table along the far wall, Urashiki happily hummed to himself as he prepared the man for his fate. Another table was adjacent to it as Urashiki motioned to it.

"Now Toneri-san, do lay down. This should take but a moment~."

"Tch..."

Clicking his tongue, Toneri complied with his instructions, although obviously displeased with the entire situation.

"Oh, don't be like that, Toneri-dono. If it helps, this man's led a less than virtuous life. The things he's done... Well, you really don't want to know~."

Though his tone was of mocking amusement, Toneri sensed the truth in his words as he heard squelching noises from the table "above" him. These were the telltale signs of Dradis' eyes being removed before Urashiki moved over, transplanting them into Toneri himself. The sensation was both familiar and uncomfortable, as it served as a reminder of his past folly.

"Yosh~! Now that is done, it's time for the final part..."

*SQUELCH!*

Thrusting his left-hand into Dradis' chest, a hum of power was ignited by various glyphs and symbols on the table as Dradis' form shimmered, then dissolved. This energy coalesced into Urashiki's hands in a brilliant light, before settling into a newly made Chakra Pill that shined with all the colors of the rainbow.

"Well, well~! This turned out as pretty as his eyes."

Grinning sadistically, Urashiki then moved to Toneri to his right, handing the newly made Chakra Pill to him.

"Now then, all you have to do is consume this. You will be fully healed, and your new eyes will instantly accept you."

The nonchalant way Urashiki spoke angered Toneri, but he knew to reign it in as he held the Chakra Pill in his right-hand. He hesitated for a moment, since not only he did not trust Urashiki in the slightest, but what this represented. He would consume the life and power of a man, and grow even closer to the Ōtsutsuki clan he long learned to despise.

He told himself this was what needed to be done, but that did not make it easier. Still, he knew that if he did not play along, he would not be able to find a way to thwart whatever schemes Urashiki was planning. So harding his heart and steeling his resolve, he forced himself to swallow the Chakra Pill...

"Huuurk! Aaargh!"

Toneri roared in pain as the surge in power flowed within him. How long had it been since he felt something like this? As quickly as it came it subsided, and he felt himself becoming one with his newly transplanted eyes. A warmth spread through his veins as a new power awakened within him and shockingly, new knowledge and memories not his own filled his mind.

Now, he instantly knew more about this world. About it's history, cultures, races, and the powers that inhabited it. Then in his mind's eye he saw Dradis, who looked upon him with an empty expression before fading...

'I'm sorry...'

It was all Toneri could do in the end as he apologized to the man in his mind. Yes, he was not at all virtuous. Urashiki spoke true as the memories of what terrible things he's done in the service of that cult flooded his mind. Yes, perhaps he deserved this fate, but for the good man that Toneri was, knowing and accepting were two entirely different things...

*FA-WHOOSH!*

Suddenly, Toneri's form flew off the table and hovered in the air for a moment, before it settled and he lowered himself back upon his own two feet. Taking a deep breath, he opened his eyes for the first time in years...

"Whoo~! Well, well~! Now isn't this a surprise. I didn't expect this kind of result."

Toneri turned his head to see Urashiki's smiling expression. It was every bit as sadistic and egotistical as Toneri imagined, but then something else caught his attention.

"What... is this?"

Urashiki was illuminated by a dazzling prismatic light, and at all once Toneri knew he was the source. Grinning mischievously, Urashiki motioned towards a nearby mirror and Toneri's line-of-sight followed. He was rendered breathless at the sight of his shining new eyes flowing with all the colors of the rainbow like a living kaleidoscope. He couldn't but admire just how beautiful it was...

"Gah! Damn... What is this...?!"

Suddenly a sharp, throbbing pain stabbed inside Toneri's forehead as cracking sounds echoed off the walls of the laboratory. Urashiki meanwhile was genuinely taken off-guard by this development as his smile broke and formed an "O" shape. Less worried and more fascinated, a smooth ivory-colored horn emerged from Toneri's forehead as Urashiki all but ignored his pained screams.

As this newest development subsided, Toneri regained his composure as he once again looked into the mirrior, seeing for himself the newly grown appendage. Bewildered by this, he then looked to Urashiki who merely shrugged and grinned as he nonchalantly spoke.

"Don't look at me, Toneri-dono. This is the first time I've seen this kind of thing happen. Although... Chakra Pills made from whole beings allows some of their traits and features to be passed on, as well as their powers, it makes a sort of sense. And I do have to say, it rather suits you, Toneri-dono. You look even more like an Ōtsutsuki now."

"Cheh!"

Toneri clicked his tongue in displeasure from such a comment as he stared as Urashiki in annoyance. The last thing he wished was to be compared to other Ōtsutsuki after all.

"Aw, come now~! Don't be like that. It was a compliment. We Ōtsutsuki evolve in this fashion after all. Well, most of us that is." Urashiki said in an odd tone that was equal parts mocking, serious, and another emotion that Toneri couldn't quite place.

"Now then... we'll be working together rather closely, so let's try to get along, Toneri-dono. I would like to give you time to better adjust to your new eyes and powers, but sadly we must get right to work." Urashiki said with a sarcastic sigh and shrug.

"You mean undoing that seal on that demon you discovered?" Toneri asked

"Hai~! That's correct. So let us be off."

Toneri merely sighed at this as he took one last moment to marvel as his new eyes, before that familiar portal whisked them away to his first task in this new world.

...

It was early evening in the Dragon Kingdom's capital as a meeting took place in a small, yet luxurious room that was clearly meant for one-on-one meetings. The first occupant was a middle-aged man with gray medium-armor and green vestments, a light-brown cloak, and sported neatly trimmed short-cut brown hair. His features held determination as he bowed on bended knee, and eyes closed facing two individuals to his front.

The next was a similarly aged man of average height and slender build, wearing modest yet refined garments with long-coat showing his high station, and held a smooth lacquer staff in his left-hand. His hair was dark-silver coloration, and much like the kneeling armored man, possessed gray-colored eyes. However, unlike that man this one's plain features bore a cool, calm, unreadable expression belying nary a hint of any emotion.

The third and final occupant of the room was a young girl no older than 11-years of age, sitting upon the only seat present that was a modest yet finely crafted throne of velvet and polished wood with golden trim. She sported an adorable and innocent expression as she smiled sweetly. Her long black hair was held in a simple pony-tail, trailing down fine silken garb with a short-shirt that stopped on the knees, leaving the legs bare.

Her golden-colored eyes gazed upon the kneeling man with a fond and friendly look as she spoke in a sweet and innocent tone that perfectly matched her age.

"Okie~! I'm sure you can handle it."

"Of course, Your Majesty! I, General Ezekiel Sol Jantzi, do solemnly swear that city will not fall whilst it's in my care."

"Great! Do your best~!"

With fire in his eyes, the armored general rose from his kneeling while still bowing, and then turned on his heel as he marched out with powerful steps that echoed throughout the small room. He smoothly and professionally exited, ensuring the double-doors that led out closed softly as he did.

After a moment's silence, the young girl turned and addressed the minister on her left.

"Am I fine now?"

"Indeed you are, Your Majesty. He was the last one for the day."

After hearing the minister's stoic voice, the girl's innocent expression instantly faded as if it were a façade. Collapsing into her throne, she cared not at all for her ungraceful appearance. It was akin to throwing a tantrum. Although the weary sigh that escaped her lips made it plain that it was fatigue weighing her down, as her eyes were half-lidded with cloudiness, with her shoulders rounded as her lips pursed in an upside-down "V".

"Aaaaah... I'm exhausted."

In direct contrast to her youthful looks and voice-pitch, she acted and spoke more like a beleaguered adult woman. This was the transformed state of the Dragon Kingdom's Queen Draudillon Oriculus, with her Prime Minister who spoke in a dispassionate tone.

"My thanks for your hard work, Your Majesty."

"Uugh... I'm seriously fed up meeting people while looking like this. And who in the hells thought up these garments showing off the entirety of a young girl's bare legs, anyway?! Argh!" She indignantly groused as she lifted her skirt's hem.

"That I cannot say, but I've heard that it's a popular style in certain circles." He replied in an empty, unreadable tone.

"Popular with perverts you mean... Dammit, am I surrounded by lolicons?!"

"Well, in the case of the general who just left, he is a family man who had a daughter that closely resembled you, so in his case he is motivated more by a parental imprinting upon your person than say, the lust of our Adamantite-ranked Adventurer, Cerabrate."

"Ugh, please don't bring him up... Wait, 'had' a daughter? Does that mean she's...?"

There was no vocal reply from the Prime Minister as he simply closed his eyes and shook his head. At this the Queen needed no further explanation as she then had a downcast look in her golden, vertically-slitted eyes, denoting her 1/8th draconic heritage from her great-grandfather and their Kingdom's founder, the Brightness Dragon Lord.

Just as her mood became more melancholic from this revelation, her Prime Minister did a forceful throat-clearing noise as he coolly spoke.

"Ahem! Onto the topic that is likely forming in your mind, it is precisely because Your Majesty's current form evokes the urge to protect your person for a multitude of reasons that others will work so hard on your behalf. So please, do keep that in mind."

The Queen breathed deeply, as for the moment she seemed to accept the situation. But the Prime Minister did wonder how long it would take before this topic came up again. In his estimation, it would likely be the next time they would have to grant Cerabrate an audience. Which was yet another reason why he intended to put that off for as long as he could.

"All right, fine. You've made your point. Now, any other business to discuss?" Draudillon forcefully asked.

"Yes, Your Majesty. It involves the recent activities of the 'Fire-Leaf Concern'."

"..."

At this mention the Queen's expression became much more contemplative as she gave him her utmost attention.

"And? What are their latest activities?"

"Their shipments of foodstuffs and building materials consisting of high-quality wood and stone continue apace. These relief efforts have been tremendously helpful for both our citizens and military alike. But given how cheaply they have been selling them to us, the Concern has become a regular topic in the Royal Court, and has given more than a few nobles and merchants pause, even as they continue to do business with them."

"Hrm... Have your agents dug up anything of note?"

"Not much, Your I can tell you is that they are active not only here, but in the Baharuth Empire, Re-Estize Kingdom, and even within the Wyvern Rider Territories. While they primarily use barter in the latter of the three, they have been selling their wares at significant mark-ups in the former two, compared to their prices here. This is clearly a measure to offset loses incurred here. As for where they originate from, what I have been able to piece together suggests that they are a coalition of originally many smaller businesses, each with their own connections and resources, merged and consolidated into a single organization. But the specifics of how it is structured beyond their head mistress is still something we are sorting out."

"I see... And I'm sure the nobles at court have pointed out how suspicious this looks."

"Indeed they have, Your Majesty. While some have speculated that this is the work of Emperor Jircniv Rune Farlord El-Nix aiding our nation in a manner that does not violate our current deals to pay ransom for foreign military aid, as sparse as it is, there is simply not enough evidence to support such suppositions."

"Yeah, yeah... In other words, they think the Bloody Brat is trying to help out in such a way that does not publically condradict his not-so-secret disdain for me, right?"

"Quite so, Your Majesty. Although I was making an effort to not bring that subject up."

"Oh, don't bother. We all know what he's about..." Draudillon grumbled as she rolled her eyes, before turning back to him in a more professional tone.

"...Still, the fact remains that the actions of this Fire-Leaf Concern are at best, rather dubious, if not outright suspicious. If I had to offer any speculation of my own, someone's trying to make a power-play, using our country's weakened state to their advantage."

"On that I agree, Your Majesty. Especially when my contacts tell me that we should be expecting an influx of high-level Adventurers, Workers, and mercenaries, all directly sponsored by the Concern. Some of which have already arrived, and astonishingly enough, doing so upon the backs of wyverns and griffins."

"Wait, what?!" Queen Draudillon exclaimed in open shock.

"Yes, it is quite extraordinary, but true nonetheless. The Concern is also completing their efforts to constructing a barracks to house these mercenaries on the far western end of the capital, along with stables for their beasts. Their forces are already building up there as we speak. One of their representatives sent a message to the palace informing us that when they are finished, they will approach us with terms and conditions for more direct aid in the form of force of arms."

The Queen stared at the Prime Minister with mouth agap, even as his cold smile at her reaction displeased her. Even if one ignored the expenses incurred for setting up businesses in a struggling Kingdom like theirs, using wyverns and griffins as mounts for anything, whether it be for war or transportation, was hardly and easy or cheap of an endeavor. The difficulty and costs in actually obtaining such creatures in the first place, nevermind the training and expertise necessary to make them usable, were extreme.

Frankly, it flew in the face of any kind of common-sense and rationale, making this type of situation bizarre at best. Which made it all the more suspicious to her, and was reflected in her tone and expression as she gathered her wits about her.

"This is just too odd to be discounted as a mere business venture by some opportunists. There's more to this. I just can't put my finger on what or why."

"We are of like mind in this, Your Majesty. Unless one were inclined to take a closer look however, on the surface it appears to be simply innocuous and benign. As you yourself have likely already deduced, most would not blink at it and simply be grateful."

"Then, could it be the Theocracy? They are late in sending the Sunlight Scripture to our aid, despite they already receiving our ransom."

"While that is a possibility, we cannot say for certain. At least until the Fire-Leaf Concern completes their preparations and we meet with them to discuss terms."

"Keep me appraised of that, and inform me the very moment that they're ready to meet. Whatever their motives or origins, the fact remains that we need all the help we can get. Especially now that the beastmen only seem to be getting more and more aggressive in their assaults."

"Indeed... Those savages have been becoming ever more aggressive over the last few years. But while I agree with Your Majesty that we do require any and all kinds of assistance that can be found, what are we to do if their demands become too steep for what they have to offer?" The Prime Minister asked with a cautious edge to his tone.

"That will greatly depend on what it is they're offering, now wouldn't it? If their collection of mercs cannot, at the very least, be equal to that of the Sunlight Scripture, then that means they're not taking us seriously, and thus we gain a more favorable bargaining position." Queen Draudillon says with a serious tone and expression, which was completely at odds with her childlike appearance.

"Yes, it is as Your Majesty says. I will do my utmost to ensure that we know as much as possible about those they bring before negotiations even begin." He said with a now much more hardened edge.

"Good. You do that. Now if there's nothing else, I'm going to go to my room, drop this ridiculous child's shape, and drink myself into a stupor." The Queen pointedly said as she hopped off the throne.

"Of course. I shall leave instructions that you are not to be disturbed. We cannot have anyone seeing that form after all."

"Oi! Don't call it a form. It's my real shape!" The Queen angrily spat back.

"My deepest apologies, Your Majesty." He replied with an empty tone as he bowed.

"Hmph... You don't sound sorry at all." She snapped with narrowed eyes.

"As you say, Your Majesty."

"Cheh!"

Unhappily turning away from his cold smile, the Queen power-walked back to her private chambers as she thought on recent events. As well as this strange feeling in the pit of her gut that something... wasn't quite right in this world. It wasn't just due to the dire circumstance of her nation either; something about the world itself felt wrong.

As she had inherited [Wild Magic] from her great-grandfather, not only could she cast spells from the ancient magic of the Dragon Lords, it also providing her with sensory gifts beyond what normal humans could perceive. It was the reason why some called her the "True-Fake" Dark Scale Dragon Lord. Nowadays, everything took on a greater sense of urgency. If that was even possible, given their nation was under constant assault by savage beastmen that saw their people as nothing more than livestock.

'What is this sense of dread I feel? I can't even sleep soundly anymore without drinking myself into a coma. Great-grandfather... If there was ever a time for you to return to us, it is right now!'

...

*A/N: Heya folks! Thank some extra time off to me getting this one out so promptly! With the holidays coming into view, it's my hope to get at least one more chapter out before 2023. We'll see what happens. Also, that POS troll's still at it so please keep reporting that, and as before, as long as there's breath in my body, my work WILL continue. Regardless of that no-life retard. So until then, everyone take care and stay safe in these insane times of ours. Laterz!*