It was morning in the Academy Of Magic, and the scene cuts immediately inside our protagonists' room, and straight at the open TV, which shows an episode from Futurama, and specifically the scene where the female mutant and cyclops Leela discovers much to her shock, and disgust, her own mother kissing, and pretty much making-out with the very well-known-of-utter-incompetence-captain Zapp Brannigan, before the scene that moment moves to show upon the bed Louise, Siesta, Charlotte and Kirche looking at the episide's scene with the very same shock and disgust the former inside the TV was showing, with Aristidis simply being neutral about it.
Also sitting on a chair right next to them in a relaxing posture while drinking a beer and watching along, is the silver robot with the shiny metal backside from the same series, Bender Bending Rodriguez.
"Ooo! Nasty." Bender says in a manner indicating in a sense that very feeling, while also making his expected appearance in the episode's scene they watch to say the very same line the moment he did, which makes him realize something while a bit surprised. "Oh, I did say that." He says before proceeding to laugh amused at the coincidence.
The knocking upon the door draws their attention toward it that moment, as Aristidis uses the remote control to pause the episode they were watching, before the said door soon after opens by Agnes who passes through.
"Aristidis, Miss Valliere, everyone." She addresses them respectfully. "We are ready to depart for Albion the moment you are."
"I see." The pitch-black Storyteller replies with understanding, remembering the fact of how Queen Henrietta went immediately straight to Albion upon hearing of the former's decision to join her campaign, really wanting to be as ready as possible to give him a proper welcome to their current base of operations.
He looks at his girls. "It appears we will need to cut the today's episode short, my ladies. We can watch it again as soon as we are finished with our business there."
As he closes the TV and gets up to move, and grab his Tome from below it, Kirche along with her close friends get up as well. "So, we are going in the end, huh?"
"After that night's event, they are literally asking for it, my elegant red mane, so the least we can do is give a proper answer in response." He says in a somewhat ominous manner while picking his Tome, before straightens himself up and turning toward them.
Louise is a bit concerned with him upon referencing that said night. "Speaking about it, are you... Alright from that time?"
Aristidis sweat drops with a somewhat awkward expression in response. "Definitely much better than back then. Once more I apologize for letting you all see me like that, I admit was a little more upset than I was letting on."
"A little?" She repeats those words, before throwing her hands up in disbelief. "You summoned an actual monster to literally eat the invaders in front of everyone! I would be traumatized by the whole thing like the rest, if I didn't know of those Drukhari elves' existence from that one time." Says while hugging herself from the shoulders as she trembles frightened at the reminder of the torture methods she watched them perform for those ten minutes back then.
The mouthless Storyteller moves his eyes upward to the side. "If you think that was bad, speaking about my upsetting behavior of course, then you should have seen me when in my younger years."
As all the others sweat drop, wondering what HIS kind of mad was back in the day, with the very thought frankly scaring them, Charlotte decides to ask him of something. "Is it assured the girls forgot?"
He looks at her with a kind expression. "No need for worries about it. Those Tome-Men of mine are very good when it comes to erasing memories of bad events. Thank you again, friends!"
When he says the last one while looking at the entrance past Agnes, from the sides of the open door outside two men lean into view, one African and one Caucasian, who are dressed in their usual and black agent attire, with their black glasses on. [Agent J and Agent K, from Men In Black]
"Don't mention it, brother." Agent J responds with a smile while pointing a finger at the Storyteller in a pistol-like fashion, before he and his partner move back behind the corners once more.
Aristidis turns back to the girls once more with a small shrug. "You know, as long as no one truly forces them into recalling that event. The memories are never truly erased in these types of scenarios. Just heavily suppressed. Remember that."
Everyone nods with understanding at that.
"Say-" Siesta begins curiously as she draws attention on her. "Is it really alright for me to come along in something so serious? You usually-"
"I know what I said before, but since there is a chance Tristain's enemies will try attacking the academy again, you are far safer coming along with us than remaining here." He interrupts while explaining, which earns him her uttering of understanding.
Bender takes a step toward Aristidis, while pointing one of his metallic thumbs at himself. "Can I come too?"
"No." The Storyteller blatantly answers, and proceeds with explaining the reason. "Because even if I give you all the gold in the world and tell you to behave, you will still attempt to pickpocket and take from below everyone's noses whatever personal belongings are there to illegally sell or keep when you have the chance, which I can't have you do so in this case, no matter how much of an entertaining personality you are."
"Understandable! Have a nice day, everybody." The robot tells everyone as he turns around with a waving hand, and leaving the room through the open door while doing so, not really offended as he shows he has full knowledge of who he is, with the rest inside the room sweat dropping upon learning/knowing of the robot's audacity.
Aristidis turns to the rest with a joyous expression. "Those who want to use the Zeppelin again, say I."
"I!" Everyone but the Musketeer Captain replies with enthusiasm, with the latter looking back and forth at them troubled, understanding that they will force her and her group of the Musketeers to embark in one of his bizarre ways of traveling, instead of letting them simply go through carriage and horses onto one of the docks to just take one of the ships there for their destination.
Why can't things be normal for her once?
~A Few Hours Later~At The Lowscythe Military Port Of Albion~
After a pleasant voyage in the skies, our group, and Julio, eventually arrive at the military port of Lowscythe, where they dock the Zeppelin, and under the guidance of the Queen's guards who were expecting them, they go straight to the castle of the location, and right in front of Queen Henrietta who was at the time seated upon the throne, and who was wearing her now appropriate armor, with a middle-aged man standing nearby with brown hair and thick mustache, dressed in red military uniform with yellowish trim and a blue cloak over it, General Field Marshal Olivier De Poitiers and Supreme Commander of the Allied Forces.
Needless to say, she was elated to see them as she gets up from the said throne. "Louise, Aristidis!"
She approaches them, and reaches with her hands to hold both of Louise's. "I am so glad to have you help me in this. All of you." Says the last one while looking at the rest.
The pink-haired girl smiles. "Always there for you, your Highness."
Henrietta is happy with her childhood friend's response, and then unhands her as she turns to Aristidis with a surprised expression. "I was really shocked to hear of how the Reconquista sent Mercenaries to invade the Academy. I knew everyone will be safe nevertheless, but still the very action is..."
"You think of them much more highly than you should, your Majesty." The pitch-black Storyteller tells her with soft seriousness as he continues. "You wanting to see everyone being a proper human example is understandable, but expecting one to play fair during a war, technically rebels no less, will always leave you with nothing but utter disappointment. Trust me, I know." Says the last bit while raising with a hand his Tome to make it apparent, and his great knowledge of the previous fact. "The list in there is so big with such specific examples, that it is simply a waste of time to reference just one person or faction for it."
"I hate the thought, but I cannot argue with your immense knowledge of things." The Queen tells him as she lowers her sight downward, understanding him, but still saddened with this, with the rest feeling bad for her, seeing her expectations crushed.
The General that moment fakely clears his throat to draw attention on him as he faces mostly the Storyteller. "Apologies to interrupt like this, and especially upon your arrival, Storyteller Aristidis and Miss Valliere, but you will be needed to wield your magic for the sake of our country."
Aristidis moves in the blink of an eye suddenly in front of him, much to everyone's but mostly the General's startled surprise, and points a finger at him accusingly while seemingly, and coldly offended. "Did you just not bother to address me using my full name, General Olivier De Poitiers?"
The General raises both hands up while all defensive about and sweat dropping like crazy at the thought he just provoked a figure far more important and powerful than everyone he has ever met, and stuttering out of understandable fear while at it, with the Queen bringing a hand close to her mouth while highly troubled, since SHE is the one who told her General that it is alright for him to address Aristidis in such a way due to his laid-back personality, which makes her, and the rest, confused as to why that is not the case all of a sudden!
Not to mention that both knowing and using the man's name, makes it seem all the more serious.
The mouthless Storyteller then retreats his hand back into a stop sign while showing a somewhat amused face. "Aw, worry not, it was just a small farce of mine to lighten the mood. Do not be so stressed about, General, it is bad for the nerves and overall health."
As the man blinks a few times, he relaxes himself a bit and puts a hand upon his own chest while sighing out of relief for it proving to be nothing but a joke, with the rest sweat dropping, most of them smiling awkwardly while doing so, with Louise and Charlotte being the exceptions as they really try to understand the odd sense of humor he shows from time to time.
After that, Aristidis and Louise follow the General to a military planning table nearby, which has a large map of Albion upon it, with Siesta, Charlotte, Kirche and Agnes being by Queen Henrietta's side, who simply listen closely to what is to be said as they also guard the latter, most likely our girls doing so because of the former's suggestion.
Olivier points with a stick, and possibly his personal wand, at their current location upon the map. "This is where we are, the Lowscythe Military Port."
He then moves the stick at another location far above. "And this is our final destination, Albion's capital, Londinium."
"Currently, the enemy's line of defense is located between these two places, at the city of South Gotha." The General continues as he points at the city between the two locations. "We predict a large resistance against our invasion into the city."
He then looks at the Storyteller and the pink-haired girl. "Therefore, I would like you to eradicate the soldiers there with your powerful magic, units, or whatever way you believe capable of inflicting devastating damage."
After hearing him, Henrietta decides to speak her mind. "If the battle breaks out within the city, civilians will get dragged into the war. I would like to avoid that."
Olivier looks at her. "I understand your concern for the simple folk, your Highness, but you have seen the reports of our scouts. The enemy is barely making moves outside of that city. They know we are coming, and it is obvious they plan on using the civilians in such a way. Hesitating under these circumstances is just-"
"General." Aristidis interrupts him as he gains everyone's attention, his expression neutral yet eerily serious. "Are you suggesting me blowing up a large portion of the city, killing both soldiers and civilians, showing the enemy the futility of their plan, so their remaining soldiers will be forced to either come out and fight, or retreat?"
The man is about to answer, but is immediately interrupted by the pitch-black Storyteller again, who at the same time moves a hand in a swift, cutting motion sidewardly before him from one side to the other, showing his great disagreement with that plan. "Forget it, we are not killing innocent people for a city. Do we look like savages to you?" Asks the last one while putting both hands at his chest to indicate himself.
The General appears concerned, both for his plan being rejected like that, but also due to being afraid of actually insulting the powerful being before him. "B-But, if we don't-"
Aristidis brings a hand up to interrupt him one final time, wanting to make his own suggestion. "Here is a better idea. I will go there with Louise, provoke their flying units into facing us, and inflict them with enough casualties to soften up their defense line. Either the enemy will abandon the city due to the low number of defenders, or they will simply not pose a threat the moment your army comes marching, and might even surrender to ensure they do not die. Civilians will be less likely to be forced into being involved with this."
"We will use that plan, then." The Queen responds with a smile, liking how the idea meets her wishes, with the General simply nodding in agreement with it to please both of them, and then shows a more serious face. "When can you begin?"
"The moment we make our elegant exit from this room." He answers with a proudly raised head, earning him the sweat drops and awkward smiles of his official girls for his arrogance.
Henrietta simply nods. "Then please, do so. I will be awaiting for your return and news of success." Says the last one with a small smile.
Louise bows respectfully before her. "We shall, your Highness."
"Expect nothing less from us." The pitch-black Storyteller responds to Henrietta with a bow of his own, before turning with an elegant flip of his luxurious and twinkling cape, and together with the pink-haired girl, Siesta, Charlotte and Kirche move out of the room, walking on their way outside of the castle.
While walking through the first hallway, something appears to be in the blue-haired girl's mind as she looks at the Storyteller, obviously trying to make sense of that something, but being unable to.
"Aristidis?" She calls for him, drawing the group's curious attention as they all stop. "I have something to ask."
"Speak your mind, my cute lips." Aristidis tells while somewhat seductive, causing Louise to look at him for a moment annoyed, mostly due to what appearing to be a serious question coming, and him treating it as a way to use those silly and seductive names of his, Siesta and Kirche loving the fact while also finding it cute, which makes them hope for more such namings for them in the future as well, and Charlotte blushing a bit with a small smile, before remembering herself and focusing back to what she mostly wanted.
She begins. "You told us more than enough times about how most of the stories, the worlds, the universes inside your Tome are mostly evil or simply twisted in the worst way possible, and how you had to read, and later visit to watch the entire history of each and every one of those universes. I know it might be a bit random of me to ask something like this while you are in the middle of an important duty, but I really need to ask and understand, how after all those horrors you have witnessed to the fullest extent, you decided instead of embracing that concept, and be just as bad or worse because of the influence you were receiving from them, to be the complete opposite in the end?"
That question makes the rest of the girls actually curious since they never questioned the fact, knowing the demons, the monsters, the eldritch horrors they know, and do not know, that exist within his Tome, wondering now how he even managed that.
Especially when considering that he had literally just come into existence when he started learning about those said stories, according to what they have been told/understood.
The mouthless Storyteller just looks at her for a moment, and then his expression turns kind as he crouches down to her level, she is a bit shorter than Louise, after all. "Because when there is so much corruption and the such in almost every existence around you, you have to be the one difference in the midst of all that, and the best example you can be."
Even though his answer caused some awe to the four girls, the pink-haired and the blue-haired girls were a bit confused since that hardly answers the latter's question.
Aristidis puts a hand upon her head. "And after all, I already had an understanding about the differences between right and wrong, so of course I will choose to be what most people would prefer to remember me as." Says the last bit while stroking/messing playfully her short hair with that same hand for a second.
The Storyteller then straightens himself up while putting one finger from each of his hands at both his cheeks, his expression now happy. "Plus, I like it better when everyone is having that genuine smile upon their faces when they see me. You agree with me, no?" He tells the last one as he turns, and begins walking away.
As they look at him for a moment longer, they all smile at his known goodness, before walking after him, and once more grateful at being reminded of the great man they have been given, which they would normally compliment him about right away, if it was not for the fact his ego will be excessively, and a bit annoyingly, overfed as a result.
The scene cuts moments later outside, where our group is seen having just stopped in the middle of an open space not far from the place's castle.
Louise was about to ask something, but just as soon was silenced by Aristidis's suddenly raised finger.
He turns around and looks at the girls. "Ladies, could you turn around for a moment, please."
The girls look at each other for a moment, before proceeding to turn around as asked.
"Hey, Louise." He calls for her almost as soon as they turned around, and a bit confused the girls turn toward him once more, with their eyes opening wide from surprise upon looking at what they look at.
What they see is Aristidis wearing an army cap of greenish camouflage on his head, and standing right next to him a team of four muscular, savage yet goofy-looking greenskin humanoids in hunched-over stances, with jagged fangs for teeth, and wearing the same greenish camouflage colored uniforms like that one team from the first movie of Predator was wearing, and right behind them is an inactive, very advanced-looking and custom-made attack helicopter, with sharp teeth like a shark having been painted at the front, outside and just below of the cockpit's reinforced windows, with the whole helicopter being a very advanced piece, to its overall design, to its four, big miniguns, the two located at the aircraft's frontal bottom and most likely connected with the controls inside the cockpit for the ones piloting to use, and each of the last two being mounted to the open passenger sides to be used manually, and having also to the frontal sides just behind the cockpit boxes that hosts missiles at the ready, and its entirety in three bright and different colors, them being red which covers most of the aircraft, including the parts that help in moving it, and miniguns and missile boxes, along with the missiles themselves, being yellow, and the shark teeth paint being the expected white. [The greenskins are Orks from the Warhammer 40k Franchise.]
"GET TO DA CHOPPA~!" The mouthless Storyteller and the four greenskins yell with enthusiasm at her in unison, a moment after the girls turned to look at them.
"... Ok." The pink-haired girl replies after a short pause while still feeling a bit flabbergasted about, and walks toward them, without bothering herself with questioning this whole thing.
As the four Orks enter the helicopter, the two going for the cockpit and the other two at the passenger area where they immediately get ahold of the miniguns there, the Storyteller helps the pink-haired girl with a hand holding one of hers to enter the passenger area, before he looks back at the rest of the girls, with the aircraft's blades beginning to spin slowly as it is about to operate properly.
"Alright, we will be seeing you girls soon. Keep her Majesty company till then, while at the careful watch of both hers and my guards. Love you!" Aristidis tells them with a kind face while he takes ahold of the closest aircraft's corner with a hand, with the helicopter almost immediately lifting itself of the ground as it blows wind all around it as it does so, making the girls cover their eyes using their hands/arms from the incoming force and dust, with it turning, and flying quickly away toward its destination, as the girls from the ground, soon after the blowing of the wind ceases, begin to wave their hands farewell at them with a smile on their faces, and expecting them to be back soon like they were told.
A few moments pass as the scene cuts to the attack helicopter on the move, now flying above the now snowy landscape, indicating their destination must be rather high for snow to be present, as more snow falls unceasingly from the filled-with-clouds sky and pushed by the strong wind, with Aristidis and Louise on their seats within the aircraft as the former was currently explaining to the latter about the greenskin humanoids that are escorting them in their mission.
"They are what, and can multiply how?!" She exclaims her question after hearing of their species, along with the crazy way those greenskins can make more of themselves.
The pitch-black Storyteller is somewhat amused by her reaction. "As you have heard, my dear. But worry not, I have made sure to block any spores from being produced, keeping Halkeginia safe from being infested in such a manner. And before you ask, yes, the answer is Magic."
The pink-haired girl rolls her eyes while holding back her need to groan at that Magic joke he uses pretty much all the time.
She proceeds to looks at the Orks by the miniguns, and the ones at the cockpit flying the helicopter, with something appearing to pique her curiosity as she does so. "Still... You say these are Orcs-"
"With a K." Aristidis interrupts quickly to ensure she does not confuse the letters.
Louise continues normally despite that. "But they don't look like the ones I have heard of, and are certainly different from the ones from the Lord Of The Rings story I witnessed as well. I honestly expected Orcs in general to be more... Pigfaced."
The Storyteller puts a hand on his chin. "Ah yes, you did have stories back in the academy with depictions of what you describe. How come and you never brought that subject up until now?"
"Oi!" One of the Orks of the side yells while turning his gaze upon the two, drawing their attention. "Wot iz pigfaced?"
"Nothing important. Keep your attention at the battle that is to come." Aristidis tells him, with the Ork doing so without showing any need to ask more.
The mouthless Storyteller leans close enough to Louise so he may whisper in secret. "The closest they have to pigs and herd-type animals these ones, are the Squigs. Just imagine how offended they would be if they discovered you just called them Squigfaced. You are lucky I control them if that was the case."
The pink-haired girl brings a hand close to her mouth upon realizing the offence. "Oh, oops."
That causes the Storyteller to chuckle somewhat amused with her realization and response.
Not too long after, the scene cuts just outside of the city of South Gotha, where the guards of Reconquista keep watch for any threats coming their way.
Suddenly, a distant sound from somewhere draws their attention as they begin looking around them confused.
A strange sound they have never heard of before. A combination of whirring, chopping, and repetitive thumping, which gets a little louder by the second.
That is when they notice at the horizon the figure of what they believe it is a large, flying beast coming their way fast, one they have never seen before, and not realizing it is just the paint of the aircraft, just before all the clouds in the sky are near-instantaneously pushed and scattered away by some kind of force, resulting in the weather calming completely and showing the blue above, as a loud and highly aggressive music begins on sounding just as soon. [The music is Metal Guitar Stuff - Hurricane by Tore Fagerheim]
"What the hell is that?!" One of the Reconquista guards questions, he and most of his associates being utterly bewildered and alarmed by the unknown to them flying object approaching the city, the weather stopping like that, and the intense music sounding from literally everywhere.
"Everyone, in defensive positions! Call for the dragon knights!" The more focused captain of the guard yells urgently at all of his men and knights to take their positions, causing them to do so as the guards move behind the cover of the city's buildings, while one of them runs farther within to inform their knights, understanding very well the danger approaching them, along with their greatest fear becoming reality.
The Storyteller has come to this war of theirs.
A great number of the dragon knights atop their red dragons take flight, and are on their way to engage the trespassing foe.
But before they even get into range to use their magic or dragons' fire breath, the helicopter opens fire from its four miniguns, cutting down most of them in mere seconds with a rain of bullets, as war cries are heard from the aircraft while that happens, which is heard as the expected-to-the-viewers WHAAAGH.
The rest of the dragon knights who were coming, stop their dragons where they are, watching shocked at the remaining knights of the first wave falling down like flies by the unceasing bullet storm of whatever monstrosity it is they are facing.
The dragon knight in command grits his teeth, and with a serious expression turns to the rest. "Surround it! It can't attack all of us from all sides! Fast!"
In response, the remaining dragon knights scatter into smaller teams, preparing their new plan of attack as they were told.
In the meantime, within the attack helicopter, Louise was covering with both hands her ears due to the Orks' constant WHAAAGH-cry, clearly annoyed by the loudness of it. "Do they have to yell that much?"
The mouthless Storyteller is currently sipping casually from a cup, and looks at her once finished. "When it comes to them, it is a must."
The pink-haired girl watches how relaxed he is about all of this for a moment, and gets a bit angry while unhanding her ears. "How about you take this seriously, and do something more than just sitting about?"
"Depends. You believe I currently need to do anything more?" He asks her with a tilt of his head and some sarcasm, as the scene shows the ease the Orks show having at annihilating the opposition.
She sweat drops at the fact, and then turns to look outside. "True."
The scene afterward moves to show the dragon knights having eventually moved their numbers in such a way to be all around the helicopter, which includes the areas above and below it, before all together with their commander's signal rush forward, hoping enough of them to get into range to do damage before the aircraft gets the chance to shoot them down.
The Orks begin to shoot once more when they get into range, and keeping on yelling the very same war cry while doing so, able to cut down quickly the numbers in in front of the attack helicopter and by the sides, as they slowly turn it around to hit the others coming from behind as well.
The ones who were coming from above and below are able to get into range, suffering little to no casualties from their groups, and begin as soon to cast spells, with their red dragons shooting fire at the same time.
But just as their attacks were about to connect, an energy barrier of greenish color materializes around the aircraft, blocking all attacks, and shocking the remaining dragon knights upon witnessing it happen, the scene showing for a moment Louise being the one to cast that barrier through her wand, with the helicopter soon after turning enough for the Orks's miniguns and barrage of bullets to cut down the ones above and below, with a small number of them being able to fall back in time and escape the fate of their fellow now dead knights.
The dragon knight commander could not believe this, and is understandably frustrated with the enemy fending off their attempts like that.
That is when he notices along with the rest coming from behind him a flying ship, moving above and past them.
One of their own that was stationed in their city. A small variation, but the commander believes it should still be enough to deal with this enemy.
The ship begins turning slowly to the side as it reaches attack range, preparing to use the cannons of one side.
Something strange happens, though.
The enemy aircraft is in range but has stopped attacking with the bullet barrage it used to destroy most of the dragon knight, and just remains still, hovering in one place.
That is when the boxes at the sides of the helicopter open, revealing the content within, before a second later they launch all the missiles off, which travel quickly forth.
Once they reach the ship, mayhem happens.
One by one they cause great explosions upon making contact with the ship's exterior, turning both wooden, metal, and people into pieces.
The ship turned to small pieces in but a moment, the remains falling from the sky like scorching rain toward the ground below.
Both the commander and his dragon knights were in shock when they witnessed the destruction of their ship as if it was nothing special.
And all that from a single unit, barely larger than one of their dragons.
"R-Retreat! All back to the city!" Their commander commands alarmed, understanding they will be annihilated like the rest if they keep on facing that thing head on.
The remaining dragon knights, along with the guards who were watching from below, retreat fast and back into the city, going with the original plan on forcing the enemy into entering the city, and use the sure to come chaos to their advantage.
Despite that though, they know that if that thing follows them in, they will still not be able to defeat it as they are.
Their hopes for winning more than shattered after that display of power.
The scene moves back to the attack helicopter, where the Orks have ceased fire, and WHAAAGH-ing about, with Aristidis and Louise watching the retreat that takes place.
The Storyteller is satisfied with the results, and turns his head to her, drawing her attention as he pulls down his army cap. "I believe we have done more than enough. Let us fly back and inform everyone of our successful operation. I am looking forward to our well-deserved praises and being recognized once more for our greatness." He says the last part while very pompous about it.
"O-Ok." The pink-haired girl responds with an awkward smile at his excessive pride, before lowering her wand, causing the barrier around their aircraft to dissipate, and the helicopter turning and flying on the way back to the Military Port of Lowscythe.
As they move on, and with the music stopping as soon, Louise looks down at the distant remains and deceased upon the ground close to the city of South Gotha, and cannot help but feel uneasy with the destruction that was caused because of her Familiar.
So many people died in but a few moments this day. People with families possibly too, which frankly saddens her, even if they were their enemies.
She hopes for this war to end soon, so no more people will be lost because of it.
For if Aristidis's hand is forced, she knows he will show no remorse for any enemy before him.
~One Hour Or So Later~At Lowscythe~
The scene cuts inside a luxurious room in the castle, where the Storyteller is seen lying upon a bed in a relaxing manner, and reading alone from his Tome.
That moment, quick footsteps are heard from outside, before the door opens suddenly, with the pink-haired girl being the one to open it, drawing his attention, as she appears to be a bit overenthusiastic. "Aristidis! A scout has arrived, and informed her Highness that the remaining enemy forces left South Gotha. Everything went just like you said in that strategic meeting."
Aristidis is arrogantly pleased to hear that. "Of course they did."
Her expression then turns somewhat concerned. "But, the enemy soldiers have also taken most if not all of the city's supplies before they leave. Can you believe them? Stripping food from their own people like that?" Finishes frustrated at the very action.
"Oh." The pitch-black Storyteller utters surprised after hearing that, and then looks with an opportunistic face at his Tome. "Looks like it is time to earn more fame and grateful faces again."
{To Be Continued}
[A small one this time, yes, but only because the next one will be quite big to merge the episodes together. A little patience, the big battle is coming next for your entertainment. See you all then]