En Sieght !
The journey continued with Subaru and Halibel deep in discussion, their conversation focused entirely on matters of business and strategy. Their voices rose and fell in steady rhythm, each idea and concern flowing into the next. To the rest of the group, it might as well have been a foreign language.
"So, about the expansion into Kagaragi," Subaru said, leaning forward slightly, his tone animated. "You're saying the initial investment from Sazuki covered most of the setup costs?"
Halibel nodded, his arms crossed as he replied. "That's right. We've got a solid foundation now, and people are buyin' into the idea of integrating your designs into everyday life. The problem's logistics—we need a steady supply chain to keep up."
Subaru rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Which means we need reliable partners for transport. Maybe Otto can help with that?"
The mention of his name caught Otto's attention from across the carriage, but before he could interject, the conversation had already moved on.
"I've been thinkin' the same," Halibel said, his tone serious. "His connections could save us a lot of trouble. But what about your bigger projects? That barrier thing you sketched out—any progress on that?"
Subaru sighed, scratching the back of his head. "Still stuck on the prototype phase. Without the right magical components, it's all theory. Beako might be able to help once she's got time to focus on it, though."
At the mention of her name, Beatrice glanced up from where she stood beside Subaru, her small arms crossed over her chest. She had been silently observing their conversation, her sharp blue eyes flicking back and forth between the two like a spectator at a tennis match.
"You two are bein' far too technical for anyone to follow, in fact," Beatrice muttered, her tone tinged with mild annoyance. "Are you even aware that no one else understands a word of this?"
Subaru flashed her a sheepish grin. "Sorry, Beako. It's important, though. You get it, right?"
Beatrice huffed, turning her head slightly. "I understand more than you think, I suppose. But you should be mindful of the others, in fact."
Behind them, Garfiel leaned back with his arms behind his head, his golden eyes half-lidded with boredom. "Tch, ya two nerds can talk all ya want, but don't leave us outta the action, eh? What're we supposed to do while you're busy playin' business tycoons?"
Emilia, seated nearby, chuckled softly, her amethyst eyes sparkling with amusement. "I think it's good that Subaru has a plan," she said, her tone warm. "Even if it's hard to follow sometimes."
Subaru shot her a grin. "See? Emilia-tan gets it."
The group's banter continued as the dragon carriage rolled onward, the familiar sight of Pristella gradually coming into view. The city was a patchwork of rebuilding efforts and lingering scars from the battle. While the waters had receded and much of the debris had been cleared, the damage was still evident in the broken rooftops and hastily repaired bridges.
Subaru's expression turned serious as they approached, his gaze scanning the city with a mix of determination and guilt. "Looks like they've been working hard," he muttered. "We'll have to pull our weight while we're here."
Halibel nodded in agreement, his sharp eyes narrowing as he took in the scene. "No doubt. Let's make sure they know we're here to help."
As the carriage slowed to a stop, the group disembarked, their presence drawing the attention of nearby workers and townsfolk. Emilia stepped forward, her posture poised yet approachable, as she began to greet the locals. Garfiel cracked his knuckles, eager to lend his strength wherever it was needed.
Subaru lingered at the back with Halibel, exchanging a brief look before nodding toward the city. "Let's get to work."
With that, the group scattered, ready to tackle whatever challenges awaited them in the recovering city of Pristella.
Emilia worked alongside townsfolk to restore one of the city's many damaged bridges. Her natural warmth and earnestness quickly endeared her to the workers. Despite her royal status, she was hauling planks of wood, taking instruction from a foreman like any other laborer.
"Careful with that beam," the foreman warned, glancing nervously at her. "It's heavy."
"I've got it!" Emilia replied cheerfully, her amethyst eyes sparkling with determination as she supported one end of the wooden beam with ease. Her magical strength allowed her to lift far more than her frame suggested, but her humility kept her from boasting.
The workers exchanged glances, smiles creeping onto their tired faces. Seeing someone of Emilia's standing working alongside them brought a morale boost that words couldn't convey.
Meanwhile, Garfiel had taken charge of clearing debris from a collapsed building. His raw strength and energy made him a natural fit for the task, and he relished the chance to show off.
"Outta the way, everyone!" Garfiel called, flexing his arms dramatically as he hefted a massive stone pillar onto his shoulder. "Ain't nothin' too heavy for me, so just sit back an' watch, yeah?"
The workers cheered as Garfiel cleared the wreckage piece by piece, his boisterous enthusiasm infecting everyone around him. But beneath his bravado, Garfiel was acutely aware of the pain lingering in the city. He worked harder, hoping to ease even a fraction of the burden on the people.
Beatrice, though not one for manual labor, used her magic to assist in smaller, precise ways. She repaired cracked walls and stabilized unstable structures with a flick of her fingers, her spells weaving through the air like threads of light.
When a child approached her, holding a broken wooden toy, Beatrice hesitated for a moment before kneeling down. "You shouldn't waste my talents on trivial things, I suppose," she muttered, but her hands moved gently as she fixed the toy with a small burst of magic.
The child's face lit up with joy, and Beatrice's lips twitched into a faint smile. "Take better care of it, in fact," she said softly, ruffling the child's hair before returning to her work.
The cheerful rhythm of the day was shattered when a man collapsed in the middle of the street, his cries cutting through the noise. He clutched a tattered piece of cloth—clearly belonging to someone dear—and sobbed uncontrollably.
"I couldn't save them," the man choked out. "I… I should've been there."
The bustling workers paused, unsure of how to approach. Emilia rushed over, kneeling beside him with her hands gently resting on his shoulders. "I'm so sorry," she said softly, her voice trembling. "You've lost so much. Please, let us help you."
The man looked at her through tear-filled eyes, his grief uncontainable. "What's the point? They're gone. My family… my friends…"
Garfiel, standing nearby, clenched his fists, his usual bravado replaced by quiet anger at the unfairness of it all. Subaru, having approached unnoticed, knelt beside the man as well.
"You're right," Subaru said quietly, his voice heavy. "It's not fair. Nothing about this is fair. But the fact that you're still here means something. You can't change what's happened, but you can honor their memory by helping rebuild what they cared about."
The man looked at Subaru, his sobs subsiding slightly, and nodded weakly. Emilia and Subaru helped him to his feet, guiding him to a nearby bench as the workers resumed their tasks, their movements slower but more purposeful.
Later that day, Subaru found himself standing before the remnants of Pristella's city council. The once-formidable group was now reduced to a handful of weary individuals seated around a table in the city hall. The air was heavy with the weight of recent events.
Subaru stepped forward, his usual casual demeanor replaced by a calm confidence. "Natsuki Subaru," he introduced himself, bowing slightly. "Head of the Pleiades Trade Organization. I've come to offer my assistance."
The council members exchanged wary glances. "The Pleiades Trade Organization?" one of them asked skeptically. "We've heard of you, but what exactly can you offer us?"
Subaru straightened, his tone steady and resolute. "Rebuilding a city isn't just about brick and mortar—it's about giving people hope and resources to stand on their own feet again. My organization specializes in innovation and logistics. If you'll let us, we can help streamline the rebuilding efforts and provide tools to make your lives easier."
The council murmured among themselves before another member spoke. "And what do you expect in return?"
Subaru smiled faintly. "Nothing right now. This city's been through hell. The least I can do is lend a hand when you need it most."
The sincerity in his voice gave the council pause. After a moment, the lead member nodded. "Very well, Mr. Natsuki. We'll take you up on your offer. But understand this—we'll be watching closely."
"Fair enough," Subaru replied, extending a hand. "Let's Make Pristella Great Again."
As the meeting concluded, Subaru stepped out of the hall, Beatrice waiting for him at the entrance. "Did you impress them, I suppose?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
Subaru grinned. "Naturally. I'm the head of the Pleiades Trade Organization, after all."
Beatrice huffed but followed him as he joined the others. They still had a long way to go, but for now, they were moving in the right direction.
A few days passed, the work in Pristella easing into a steadier rhythm, and the time finally came for Subaru to leave for Kagaragi. The decision wasn't without its challenges, though. Emilia, Otto, and Garfiel adamantly refused to let him leave without them, their insistence becoming increasingly difficult to argue against.
"You're just gonna run off on your own again, aren't you?" Garfiel said, arms crossed and frowning. "Ain't no way we're lettin' that happen, Captain."
Otto nodded, adjusting his scarf. "It's irresponsible, Subaru. Who's going to keep you grounded?"
Subaru sighed heavily, rubbing his temples. "I don't need babysitters, guys. I'll be fine."
Emilia stepped forward, her amethyst eyes shimmering with concern. "Subaru, you're important to us. I don't care if you think you'll be fine—you don't have to do this alone."
Subaru groaned, glancing over at Halibel, who leaned against a wall, watching the exchange with an arched brow. The wolfman's expression said everything Subaru needed to know—They're not budging.
"Fine, fine!" Subaru relented, throwing his hands up in surrender. "But I'm warning you, Kagaragi's not like Lugnica. It's a whole different vibe."
Halibel smirked faintly, his tone laced with mild amusement. "Yeah, and now you're bringin' half your entourage with you. Should be a real party."
The journey to Kagaragi was uneventful, but the moment the group stepped foot in the bustling city of Banan, they were met with a warm reception that caught Subaru off guard. Crowds of people recognized him, their voices rising in admiration as whispers of "Natsuki Subaru" and "Pleiades Trade Organization" rippled through the streets.
Subaru blinked in disbelief as vendors and locals waved at him, some even bowing slightly as he passed. "What the hell?" he muttered under his breath, glancing over at Halibel. "Why does it feel like I'm some kind of celebrity here?"
Halibel chuckled, his tail swishing lazily. "You kinda are, boss. Word's spread about the stuff you've been inventin', and people are excited. They think you're some kinda genius."
Subaru rubbed the back of his neck, feeling equal parts flattered and overwhelmed. "Great. No pressure, then."
As they made their way through the vibrant streets of Banan, the group couldn't help but marvel at the city's unique charm. Kagaragi's signature architecture was a blend of sleek elegance and intricate craftsmanship, with sweeping roofs, wooden beams, and colorful banners fluttering in the breeze. The smell of exotic spices and fresh street food wafted through the air, mingling with the sound of merchants calling out their wares.
"Wow," Emilia breathed, her eyes wide as she took in the sights. "This place is incredible. It's so lively!"
"It's loud," Beatrice muttered, clinging to Subaru's arm as she glanced around warily. "But it has its charm, I suppose."
Subaru couldn't help but smile as he looked up at the towering buildings around them. "Yeah… It feels like Kyoto," he said softly, a pang of nostalgia hitting him. The intricate wooden designs, the bustling streets, the way the city seemed to hum with life—it all reminded him of home.
Eventually, they reached their destination: a massive building that stood at the heart of the city. Its imposing structure was adorned with elegant carvings and vibrant banners bearing the insignia of the Pleiades Trade Organization. Subaru's jaw dropped as he took it all in.
"This is it?" he asked, his voice tinged with disbelief. "This is the head building?"
Halibel smirked, gesturing toward the grand entrance. "Welcome to the headquarters of the Pleiades Trade Organization. Not bad, huh?"
Subaru stepped inside, his awe growing as he took in the interior. The building was even more impressive on the inside, with high ceilings, polished wooden floors, and a sprawling open space filled with workers bustling about. The blend of traditional Kagaragan aesthetics with modern functionality was nothing short of breathtaking.
"This… is insane," Subaru muttered, spinning slowly as he tried to take it all in. "I didn't think it'd be this big."
Halibel chuckled, patting him on the shoulder. "Told ya, boss. You've built somethin' special here."
Subaru couldn't help but feel a swell of pride as he looked around, but the weight of responsibility settled in his chest just as quickly. This wasn't just a building—it was a symbol of everything he was trying to achieve. And now, with his companions by his side, the next chapter of his journey in Kagaragi was about to begin.
As Subaru stepped into the grand interior of the Pleiades Trade Organization's headquarters, he was greeted warmly. Employees bowed nervously, some stealing curious glances at him as whispers rippled through the room. For many of them, it was their first time seeing the enigmatic head of their organization in person. The atmosphere was a mix of admiration and unease, which Subaru tried to counter with his usual easygoing grin.
"Alright, alright, no need to be so formal," Subaru said, waving his hands. "I'm not here to audit anyone. Just pretend I'm not some big deal."
Despite his words, a few employees exchanged uncertain glances, clearly unsure how to process the man who had become the face of their rapidly growing enterprise.
Subaru chuckled awkwardly and leaned toward Halibel. "They're terrified of me, aren't they?"
The wolf shinobi smirked, his tail swishing behind him. "Nah, they're just starstruck. Give 'em time. They'll get used to ya."
Subaru nodded, but before he could respond, his gaze fell on something—or rather, someone—that instantly darkened his mood. At the edge of the large, pristine lobby, seated on a white couch that starkly contrasted with his disheveled appearance, was Heinkel Astrea.
The man looked utterly defeated. His once-proud posture was slouched, his face unshaven and lined with exhaustion. His clothes were dirty, as though he hadn't bothered to change since leaving Lugnica. He sat hunched over, his elbows resting on his knees, staring at the floor with an expression that could only be described as brooding despair.
Subaru stopped in his tracks, his brow furrowing in a mix of surprise and annoyance. "What… is he doing here?" he asked, his voice low.
Halibel sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as he stepped forward. "Yeah… about that. I had to bring him here. The guy was wastin' away in Lugnica, drinkin' himself into a stupor and causin' trouble for everyone around him. Figured gettin' him outta there might do him some good."
Subaru narrowed his eyes, crossing his arms. "And you thought this was the place to drop him off? My headquarters?"
Halibel shrugged, his tone unapologetic. "Didn't have many options. He's a broken man, boss. Couldn't just leave him there to rot. Figured you'd know what to do with him."
Subaru let out a heavy sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Great. Just what I needed—another mess to clean up."
As if sensing the attention on him, Heinkel slowly lifted his head, his tired eyes meeting Subaru's. For a moment, the two men stared at each other, the air between them thick with unspoken tension. Finally, Heinkel let out a bitter laugh, leaning back against the couch.
"Well, if it isn't the golden boy himself," Heinkel drawled, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Come to lecture me on my failures? Or are you here to remind me what a screw-up I am?"
Subaru's jaw tightened, but he forced himself to remain calm. He glanced at Halibel, who gave him a subtle nod before stepping back to let Subaru handle the situation.
Subaru walked over, stopping a few feet away from the couch. "I didn't bring you here," he said bluntly. "But since you're here, you might as well tell me what you're planning to do next."
Heinkel scoffed, running a hand through his messy hair. "Planning? You think a man like me has a plan? I'm just here because your wolf friend dragged me out of that hellhole called Lugnica. Don't expect much more from me."
Subaru crossed his arms, his gaze unwavering. "You're right about one thing—you've been a screw-up. But sitting here sulking isn't going to fix anything. If you really want to make amends, then stop wallowing and start doing something useful."
Heinkel's eyes flickered with a mix of anger and shame, but he didn't respond immediately. Subaru sighed, his tone softening slightly. "You've made mistakes. Big ones. But that doesn't mean it's over for you. If you want to prove you're more than the mess you've made, then start now. Do something that actually matters."
The room fell into a heavy silence as Heinkel stared at Subaru, his expression unreadable. Finally, he let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. "You've got a way with words, kid. Maybe too good for your own good."
Subaru shrugged. "It's not about the words. It's about what you do next."
Halibel stepped forward, his arms crossed. "We'll give him time, boss. He needs it. But he ain't hopeless."
Subaru exhaled deeply, nodding. "Fine. But he's your responsibility, Halibel. If he causes trouble, it's on you."
Halibel smirked faintly. "Fair enough."
As Subaru turned to leave, Heinkel's voice stopped him. "Kid," Heinkel said, his tone quieter now. "Thanks… I guess."
Subaru didn't look back, but he gave a small wave over his shoulder. "Don't thank me. Just don't waste this chance."
With that, Subaru left to rejoin the group, his mind already spinning with the many challenges ahead. Kagaragi, for all its grandeur, was shaping up to be just as complicated as Lugnica.
The night was quiet, the soft hum of Kagaragi's vibrant city muffled by the thick walls of the Pleiades Trade Organization's headquarters. Subaru found himself wandering the dimly lit halls, his thoughts heavy as he reflected on the chaos of the past weeks. As he passed by a secluded lounge, his eyes caught sight of Heinkel sitting alone, his shoulders hunched and his face buried in his hands.
Subaru hesitated for a moment before stepping inside. Heinkel didn't look up, his entire demeanor radiating defeat.
"Mind if I sit?" Subaru asked, his tone casual but carrying a note of concern.
Heinkel didn't respond immediately, but after a moment, he let out a sigh and gestured vaguely to the seat across from him. Subaru took it, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees as he studied the man in front of him.
"You've been like this since you got here," Subaru said bluntly. "Halibel might have dragged you out of Lugnica, but it doesn't seem like you've actually left that place behind."
Heinkel finally lifted his head, his tired eyes glaring at Subaru. "And what would you know about it, huh? You think you've got it all figured out, kid?"
Subaru leaned back, crossing his arms. "I don't need to have it all figured out to see that you're drowning. And the worst part is, you're not even trying to swim."
Heinkel slammed his fist on the table, standing abruptly. "You don't get it! You don't know what it's like to carry this kind of weight!" His voice cracked, frustration and guilt spilling out in waves. "I betrayed my son, my family, my entire legacy! I don't deserve to be here. I don't deserve a second chance."
Subaru stood as well, his voice calm but firm. "Maybe you don't. But you're here anyway. So what are you going to do about it?"
Heinkel's expression twisted with anger, and before Subaru could react, he lunged. His fist swung toward Subaru's face, but Subaru sidestepped effortlessly. Another punch came, then another, but Subaru dodged each one with ease, his movements precise and controlled.
"Is this it?" Subaru said, his voice cutting through the air. "This is all you've got?"
Heinkel growled, throwing a wild punch that Subaru easily avoided. The man stumbled forward, his momentum throwing him off balance, and Subaru used the opportunity to grab his arm, twisting it just enough to subdue him without causing harm.
"Stop," Subaru said firmly, his grip unyielding. "You're not fighting me—you're fighting yourself. And you're losing."
Heinkel froze, his breathing ragged as he slumped to his knees. Subaru let go, watching as the man crumpled, his head bowed and his fists clenched tightly.
"I… I don't know what to do," Heinkel admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I've lost everything."
Subaru knelt in front of him, his tone softening. "Then start over. Believe in me, and believe that we can fix this. You promised to help save your wife, didn't you? You can't give up on that."
Heinkel looked up, his eyes meeting Subaru's. There was something raw and vulnerable in his gaze, a faint flicker of hope struggling to break through the despair. He let out a shaky breath, finally nodding.
"Alright," he said quietly. "I'll… I'll try."
Subaru smiled faintly, standing and offering his hand. "Good. Let's take it one step at a time."
Heinkel took his hand, pulling himself to his feet. He reached into the bag he had brought with him and pulled out a sheathed blade. The polished hilt caught the dim light, its presence radiating an undeniable power. Heinkel held it out to Subaru, his expression unreadable.
"This," Heinkel said, his voice steady but low, "is the Holy Dragon Sword, Reid. It's been in the Astrea family for generations. I'll never be able to use it anyway, it was the kids.."
Subaru's eyes widened as he took a step back. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! What the hell? I'm not an Astrea! I can't use that thing either!"
Heinkel chuckled, a faint trace of his old self peeking through. "You're a fool, Maybe you'll figure it out, maybe you won't. Either way, it's yours now."
Subaru hesitated, but Heinkel thrust the sword into his hands before he could protest further. The weight of the blade was heavier than he expected, not just physically but symbolically.
"I'll save Reinhard," Subaru said, his grip tightening on the hilt. "And everyone else. I swear it."
Heinkel's laughter faded, replaced by silence as he regarded Subaru with a mixture of skepticism and faint hope. He said nothing, simply giving a small nod before turning away, leaving Subaru alone with the legendary blade.
Subaru stared down at the sword, its presence filling the room with an almost tangible energy. "Great," he muttered to himself. "Just add 'figure out how to use a holy sword' to my growing list of impossible tasks."
In the quiet hours of the night, Subaru and Beatrice had poured over old texts and records Halibel had acquired, as well as fragments of knowledge Roswaal had provided before their departure from Lugnica. One name kept surfacing, drawing Subaru's attention like a magnet: The Pleiades Watchtower.
"It's not just a coincidence, Beako," Subaru said, pacing the room as Beatrice sat on the couch with a large tome balanced on her lap. "The name, the connection to the Witches, and everything we've learned so far—it's all too deliberate."
Beatrice frowned, flipping through the pages of the book with a flick of her fingers. "It is… suspicious, I suppose," she admitted, her voice tinged with concern. "But even if the Watchtower has ties to your homeworld, it doesn't explain why it's significant now, in fact."
"It's more than just the name," Subaru insisted, his hands gesturing animatedly. "Hector mentioned Flugel like it was some big deal. And then there's Hoshin, who's tied to all this mess too. You said it yourself, Beako—Flugel planted the Great Tree. That's not something anyone can just… do."
Beatrice sighed, placing the book down and crossing her arms. "You're making leaps without evidence, I suppose. But I won't deny there's a pattern, in fact."
Subaru stopped pacing, turning to face her. "I need to go there, Beako. The Watchtower might have answers—not just about the Witches and the Authorities, but about me. About why I'm here."
Beatrice's expression softened slightly, her sharp gaze studying Subaru carefully. "Subaru… this obsession isn't like you, I suppose. What do you hope to find? A way home, in fact?"
Subaru hesitated, his shoulders slumping slightly. "I don't know," he admitted. "But every time I think I'm starting to understand this world, something new gets thrown at me. Flugel, Hoshin, Hector… all of them are tied to things I don't fully understand. If there's even a chance the Watchtower can give me some clarity, I have to take it."
Beatrice's gaze lingered on him for a moment longer before she sighed deeply. "You're stubborn, I suppose," she muttered. "But if you're set on this, then I'll stand by you, in fact."
Subaru grinned, a flicker of relief lighting up his face. "Thanks, Beako. I knew I could count on you."
The next morning, Subaru and Emilia stood on the balcony of the Pleiades Trade Organization headquarters, the early sunlight painting the city of Banan in warm hues. Emilia leaned against the railing, her silver hair catching the light as she gazed out at the bustling streets below.
"You're really set on going to this Watchtower, aren't you?" Emilia asked, her voice quiet but steady.
Subaru leaned beside her, his hands gripping the railing as he stared into the distance. "Yeah. I can't explain it, but it feels like… like this is something I have to do."
Emilia nodded, her amethyst eyes thoughtful. "I understand. You've always been someone who follows his heart." She smiled faintly, turning to face him. "But you know I have to go back to Lugnica. There's so much work to do, and I can't let everyone down."
"I know," Subaru said softly, meeting her gaze. "You've got your own battles to fight."
Emilia reached out, placing a gentle hand on his arm. "Just promise me you'll be careful. And that you'll come back."
Subaru's grin returned, lopsided but genuine. "You can count on it. Besides, I've got Beako to keep me in line."
As Emilia, Garfiel, and Otto prepared to leave for Lugnica, Subaru began making his own arrangements to head for the Watchtower. Halibel, agreed to join him, while Beatrice was steadfast in her determination to accompany her contractor.
Garfiel came running up to Subaru. "Cap'n let me come with ya?'"
"To the watchtower? Is Emilia okay with that?"
"Princess gotta be-" a warily pause, "Shes gotta!"
Emilia now catching the gist of it had to accept this, she truned to Garf and calmly asked the cat if this is what he wanted. Upon the tiger-boys resolve she sighed. "Alright Garf. But be careful!"
"Will do ma'am'" an aloof smile, and Garfiel Tinsel had joined the expedition to the sage's watchtower.
Before leaving, Subaru stood at the gates of the Pleiades headquarters, watching as Emilia's group departed. She turned back to wave, her smile warm despite the weight of responsibility she carried. Subaru waved back, his heart heavy but resolute.
"Alright," Subaru said to Halibel and Beatrice as he turned toward them.
"Let's not waste any more time. We've got a long road ahead."
"Long and dangerous," Halibel added, his tone light but his gaze sharp. "You sure you're ready for this, boss?"
Subaru grinned, his confidence unwavering. "When am I ever ready for anything? Let's do it anyway."
Subaru approached Halibel in one of the quieter corners of the Pleiades headquarters. Halibel was sharpening his blade, his movements methodical as his sharp ears flicked in recognition of Subaru's approach.
"Halibel," Subaru began, his tone thoughtful. "I've been thinking."
Halibel glanced up, his amber eyes glinting. "That ain't always a good thing, boss. What's eatin' at ya?"
Subaru hesitated, then crossed his arms. "I think we should bring Heinkel with us."
Halibel stopped, resting the blade across his lap. "Yer jokin', right? That man's barely holdin' it together. Ya really think draggin' him into somethin' like this is a good idea?"
Subaru met Halibel's gaze, his voice steady. "He's a mess, yeah. But leaving him behind won't fix that. He needs a reason to get back on his feet. Maybe this trip can give him that."
Halibel leaned back, studying Subaru. "Ya got a way of makin' people believe in ya, don'tcha? Fine. I'll keep an eye on him, but if he's dead weight, don't say I didn't warn ya."
Subaru smirked, clapping Halibel on the shoulder. "Deal. Thanks, Halibel."
Subaru found Heinkel slouched on a couch, his usual spot, with a half-empty bottle at his feet. His disheveled appearance and vacant expression hadn't changed in days.
"What do you want, kid?" Heinkel asked gruffly, barely sparing Subaru a glance.
"You're coming with us," Subaru said simply.
Heinkel raised an eyebrow, turning to look at him. "What?"
"To the Pleiades Watchtower," Subaru clarified. "You're coming."
Heinkel let out a bitter laugh. "You've lost it. Why the hell would I do that?"
"Because sitting here isn't helping anyone—not you, not your family, not anyone," Subaru said bluntly. "You want to make up for what you've done? Here's your chance."
Heinkel stared at him, his tired eyes narrowing. "And what exactly do you expect me to do? Play hero? That ship's sailed, kid."
"Maybe not hero," Subaru replied, shrugging. "But you can still be useful. Punch things, carry stuff, whatever it takes. Just stop drowning in self-pity."
A faint smirk tugged at Heinkel's lips, though it didn't reach his eyes. "You're somethin' else, kid."
"Yeah, yeah," Subaru said, waving a hand. "So, what's it gonna be?"
Heinkel sighed, leaning back. "Fine. I'll go. But don't expect me to save the day or anything."
Subaru grinned, extending a hand. "That's my job."
The group set out under the midmorning sun, the streets of Banan bustling with life as they made their way through the crowded avenues. This time, they rode atop their ground dragons, the sturdy beasts carrying them with practiced ease. Subaru was perched on the back of his ever-reliable Patrache, with Beatrice seated in front of him, her small hands gripping the saddle.
As Patrache's steady gait carried them away from the city, Subaru allowed himself a moment of quiet reflection. The black-scaled ground dragon had been with him through so much—battles, escapes, even outright disasters. Every sway of her powerful body, every deliberate step she took, reminded Subaru of how much he had come to rely on her.
"You're a real lifesaver, Patrache," Subaru muttered, patting her neck affectionately. Patrache let out a low rumble of acknowledgment, her sharp green eyes scanning the path ahead.
"She's the only one here with any sense, I suppose," Beatrice muttered, shifting slightly in the saddle. "Unlike her rider, in fact."
Subaru smirked. "Thanks for the vote of confidence, Beako."
The journey would take weeks, the group grudgingly making their way through the vast expanse of Lugnica toward the treacherous Agura Sand Dunes. The scenery shifted from bustling towns to quiet forests and rolling plains, each step taking them further from familiar territory.
Halibel rode his own sleek, silver-scaled ground dragon, occasionally cracking a joke or commenting on the scenery to keep the mood light. Despite his relaxed demeanor, he kept a close eye on Heinkel, who rode beside him.
"Y'know," Halibel said, glancing over at Heinkel, "ain't half bad gettin' outta the city, eh? Fresh air, a good mount, and yer not drinkin' yerself stupid for once."
Heinkel snorted, adjusting his position in the saddle. "You've got a funny way of making a guy feel better."
"It's a gift," Halibel replied with a grin. "But seriously, Heinkel, ya holdin' up alright?"
Heinkel sighed, running a hand through his messy hair. "As well as I can, I guess. Don't really know why I'm here."
"C'mon, ya know why," Halibel said, his tone light but sincere. "This ain't about you, remember? It's about doin' somethin' bigger than yerself.
Subaru's got faith in ya, and if I were you, I wouldn't wanna let that kid down."
Heinkel looked ahead, his expression hard to read. "Easier said than done," he muttered.
Halibel chuckled, clapping Heinkel on the shoulder. "Well, good thing we got weeks on the road to figure it out."
As the group approached a small, desolate settlement on the edge of the dunes, Subaru's focus shifted to the growing danger ahead. The Agura Sand Dunes were infamous for being infested with mabeasts, and while Subaru had a rough idea of what to expect, he knew they needed help navigating.
Help came in the form of a reluctant passenger.
Tied to the back of Garfiel's ground dragon was Meili Portroute, her violet hair disheveled and her expression a mix of annoyance and resignation. The former assassin, and sister to Elsa, had been captured during her assault on Roswaal's manor but had been spared when Subaru realized her unique ability to communicate with mabeasts.
"This is a bad idea, I suppose," Beatrice muttered as she glanced back at Meili. "Relying on an assassin, in fact."
Subaru adjusted his grip on Patrache's reins. "Yeah, well, she's not exactly thrilled about it either."
Meili scowled, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, don't mind me. I'm just the unwilling guide, dragged along on a suicide mission."
Garfiel turned his head, baring his teeth in a grin. "Ya better behave, purple. Otherwise, I'll be tossin' ya to those mabeasts before they even sniff us."
"Charming," Meili replied, rolling her eyes. "Don't forget, I'm the one keeping those mabeasts off your backs."
Subaru sighed, rubbing his temples. "Alright, enough. Meili, you're here because we need someone who knows how to handle the sand dunes. You help us get through this in one piece, and we'll figure out what happens next."
Meili snorted. "Yeah, yeah. Just don't expect me to be your friend."
Subaru leaned slightly toward her, his voice dropping to a softer tone. "Not asking you to be. Just asking you to help."
She hesitated, her expression flickering with something unreadable before she turned her head away. "Fine. But I'm not doing this for free."
Halibel chuckled from his mount, his tone teasing. "A mercenary through and through, eh? We'll see what you're worth once we get through those dunes."
Subaru shook his head, muttering under his breath. "This is going to be a long trip."
With their guide secured and the group's resolve steeled, they turned their sights toward the shifting sands of the Agura Sand Dunes. The journey was far from over, and the dangers ahead promised to test them all in ways they couldn't yet imagine.
The Agura Sand Dunes stretched endlessly before them, the shimmering heat rising from the golden expanse making the horizon seem like a mirage.
Patrache trudged forward, her claws digging into the coarse sand with each step. The ground dragons, built for endurance, were holding up well, but the group wasn't faring quite as admirably. Sweat beaded on Subaru's brow as he wiped his forehead with his sleeve.
"Next time someone says 'adventure,' I'm gonna ask how much sand is involved," Subaru muttered, his voice dry like the air around them.
"Quit yer bellyachin', boss," Halibel said with a lazy grin as he rode beside him. "This ain't even the hard part yet."
"Oh, great," Subaru groaned, earning a small laugh from Beatrice, who clung to the saddle in front of him, her face carefully neutral despite the blazing sun.
They crested a large dune and spotted a small, dilapidated building nestled in the shade of a rocky outcrop. Its wooden exterior was weathered from years of exposure to the elements, but it stood defiant against the sands. A faded sign above the entrance depicted a crudely painted mug. The place looked as though it might collapse in a strong wind.
Subaru squinted. "Is that… a bar?"
"It's a checkpoint," Meili said, her tone flat. "Merchants and wanderers stop there to rest before heading deeper into the dunes. Don't expect much."
"Long as it's got shade, I'll take it," Garfiel grunted, pulling his ground dragon alongside Patrache. He patted the creature's side. "Good girl's been trekkin' hard. She deserves a break."
The group dismounted, securing the dragons in a crude stable attached to the side of the building. Patrache huffed, nudging Subaru with her snout before settling down in the sand.
"Thanks for gettin' us this far, girl," Subaru said, stroking her neck. She let out a low rumble, her bright eyes following him as he moved toward the bar's entrance.
The inside was dimly lit and smelled faintly of stale alcohol and dust. A few patrons sat scattered across the room, their heads bowed over chipped mugs. The bartender, a wiry man with a patchy beard, glanced up as the group entered, his expression unreadable.
"Travelers, huh?" he muttered, wiping a mug with a rag that looked just as dirty as the glass. "You lot look like you've been through it."
"Not yet," Halibel replied, sauntering up to the bar. "That part's still ahead."
The bartender snorted. "Then you'll be wantin' something to keep ya going. Got watered-down milk or watered-down ale. Take your pick."
"Milk," Subaru said quickly, earning a raised eyebrow from the bartender.
"Suit yourself," the man replied, pouring a cloudy liquid into a mismatched set of mugs and sliding them across the bar. Subaru took one and sniffed it cautiously before taking a sip. It was warm and tasted vaguely like milk, though the water had robbed it of any richness.
"Not bad," he lied, setting the mug down.
The others followed suit, Garfiel grimacing after his first sip while Halibel drank his like it was a delicacy. Beatrice wrinkled her nose at her mug, taking only the tiniest of sips before placing it down with a look of disdain.
Meili leaned against the bar, her violet eyes scanning the room. "This place is a dump," she muttered.
"It's got more charm than you," Garfiel shot back, earning a glare from her.
"Alright, kids," Subaru interjected before the argument could escalate. He turned to the bartender. "We're heading through the dunes. Got any advice for us?"
The bartender scratched his chin, his gaze flicking toward Meili before settling on Subaru. "If you're takin' her," he said, nodding toward the girl, "then you've already got the best navigator for this hellhole. Long as she doesn't try to kill ya."
"She knows better," Subaru said firmly, glancing at Meili, who smirked faintly.
The bartender shrugged. "Other than that, stay away from the northern ridge. Heard rumors about a pack of sand wyrms nesting there. Big ones. Won't even leave bones behind if they catch ya."
"Noted," Subaru said, his expression grim.
"And don't get too cocky," the bartender added. "The dunes don't care who you are or how tough you think you can be. They'll swallow ya whole if you're not careful."
Subaru nodded, tossing a few coins onto the bar. "Thanks for the warning."
As they left the bar, the group gathered near the stable to check on the dragons. The sun was beginning to dip lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the dunes.
"What's the plan, boss?" Halibel asked, adjusting the strap of his weapon. "We push through tonight or wait till morning?"
Subaru glanced at the horizon, his gaze thoughtful. "We'll keep going for now. If what the bartender said is true, we'll need to be past the northern ridge by sunrise."
Halibel grinned. "Sounds like a plan. Let's move out."
The Agura Sand Dunes stretched on, their vast, rolling hills of golden sand illuminated by the pale light of the crescent moon. The heat of the day gave way to a biting cold, the winds carrying a chill that cut through their clothes. Patrache led the group, her sharp eyes scanning the undulating terrain, her claws gripping the shifting sands with practiced ease. The other ground dragons followed her lead, their breaths visible in the cold night air.
Subaru pulled his coat tighter around him, his thoughts wandering as the monotony of the dunes stretched on. Beatrice sat in front of him, unusually quiet, her small hands gripping the saddle for balance. Behind them, the rest of the group rode in silence, the tension in the air growing with each passing hour.
It wasn't long before Meili's voice broke the silence. "We need to stop."
Subaru turned in his saddle to look at her, his brow furrowing. "Stop? Why? We're making good time."
Meili's violet eyes narrowed, her tone sharp. "Because if we keep going, we're going to walk right into a pack of sand wyrms. I can feel them."
Halibel's ears perked up at her words, his gaze sweeping the horizon. "You sure about that, lass?"
Meili nodded, her expression unwavering. "I'm sure. They're not far from here."
Subaru exchanged a glance with Halibel before sighing. "Alright, we'll stop. Better safe than sorry."
The group dismounted, securing the ground dragons in a circle to keep them calm and protected. Subaru stretched, feeling the ache in his muscles from the long ride. Garfiel was already pacing, his golden eyes scanning the dunes.
"What's the play, Captain?" Garfiel asked, his voice low.
Subaru rubbed his chin, glancing at Meili. "You're the expert. How do we avoid them?"
Meili hesitated for a moment before pointing to a rocky outcrop a short distance away. "We camp there. Sand wyrms don't like hard terrain—they'll avoid it."
"Convenient," Halibel muttered, his tone teasing. "Guess we're lucky to have ya, huh?"
Meili crossed her arms, glaring at him. "You're lucky I haven't fed you to them yet."
"Alright, alright," Subaru said, raising a hand. "Let's move before the wyrms get any closer."
The group climbed the outcrop, finding a flat area to set up camp. Subaru and Garfiel worked together to light a small fire, its flickering light casting long shadows against the rocks. Meili sat apart from the group, her arms wrapped around her knees as she stared out at the dunes.
Beatrice plopped herself beside Subaru, leaning against him with a tired sigh. "I hate this place, I suppose. It's cold, dark, and full of things trying to eat us, in fact."
Subaru chuckled softly, ruffling her hair. "Yeah, it's not exactly a vacation spot."
Halibel settled down near the fire, his sharp eyes fixed on Heinkel, who sat with his back against a rock, his gaze distant. "How ya holdin' up over there?" Halibel asked, his tone casual but laced with concern.
Heinkel shrugged, taking a swig from a flask he'd brought. "Fine. Better than I was, anyway."
Halibel smirked, leaning back on his hands. "That's somethin'. Keep it up, and you might just surprise us."
The quiet of the night was shattered by a low, rumbling growl that seemed to echo through the dunes. The group tensed, their eyes darting toward the source of the sound. Patrache and the other ground dragons shifted uneasily, their instincts kicking in.
"Tell me that's not what I think it is," Subaru muttered, his hand instinctively reaching for the dagger at his belt.
"It's a wyrm," Meili said quietly, her voice unusually calm. "But it's alone. That's odd."
"Odd how?" Garfiel asked, stepping forward.
"They don't hunt alone," Meili replied, her eyes narrowing. "Something must've driven it out."
The ground beneath them vibrated slightly, the sound of the wyrm's approach growing louder. Subaru's heart pounded in his chest as he gripped Beatrice's hand, pulling her closer.
"Alright, everyone," Subaru said, his voice steady despite the fear creeping into his gut. "We've got one shot at this. Stay together, keep the dragons safe, and take it down before it calls for backup."
Halibel unsheathed his blade, his grin sharp despite the tension. "Been a while since I've had a good fight. Let's see what this beast's got."
The sand wyrm crested the dune like a wave of shimmering scales and raw power, its enormous body undulating through the sands with a deadly grace.
The creature's head was massive, with rows of razor-sharp teeth glinting in the firelight. Its milky white eyes reflected no thought, only hunger.
Patrache snarled, stepping forward to shield Subaru and Beatrice, her claws digging into the rocky outcrop as she squared off against the encroaching predator. The other ground dragons followed her lead, their nervous whinnies mixing with low growls.
"Stick to the plan!" Subaru shouted, his voice breaking through the rising panic.
Halibel darted forward, his silver blade glinting in the moonlight as he readied his stance. "Let's make this quick, eh?" he said, his tone light but his movements precise as the wyrm turned its blind eyes toward him.
Garfiel cracked his knuckles, grinning fiercely. "Been waitin' for somethin' like this. Let's rip it apart!"
The wyrm surged forward, its massive body plowing through the sand like a ship through water. Halibel moved first, darting to the side as the creature snapped its jaws at him. His blade struck out, aiming for a vulnerable joint in the wyrm's armored scales, but the creature's body twisted faster than expected, forcing him to leap back.
"Damn thing's faster than it looks!" Halibel called out, landing lightly on the rocky ground.
Garfiel roared, throwing himself at the wyrm with reckless abandon. His claws glinted in the moonlight as he slammed them into the wyrm's side, his raw strength managing to dig into the beast's scales. The wyrm screeched, twisting violently and whipping its massive tail toward him. Garfiel jumped away just in time, the force of the blow shattering a nearby boulder.
"Watch it!" Subaru yelled, his heart racing as he clutched Beatrice close.
Beatrice extended her hands, her voice steady as she began to chant. "El-Mi-"
"No magic!" Meili's sharp voice cut through the chaos. She stood on the edge of the rock, her violet eyes fixed on the wyrm. "It'll sense it and call the others!"
Beatrice froze, her eyes narrowing. "This is ridiculous, I suppose! We're fighting with our hands tied, in fact!"
"Not if we take it out fast," Subaru said, his mind racing. "Halibel! Garfiel! Go for the head! We need to stop it from burrowing!"
Halibel nodded, dashing forward again, his blade slicing at the wyrm's neck. His strikes were quick, each one chipping away at the thick armor. Garfiel leapt onto the beast's back, his claws finding purchase as he began ripping at its scales. The wyrm thrashed violently, its screeches echoing across the dunes.
Suddenly, its tail swung again, this time toward the ground dragons.
Patrache growled and lunged forward, her powerful jaws snapping around the wyrm's tail just before it could reach the others. The impact sent a shockwave through her body, but she held firm, her growl turning into a roar of defiance.
"Patrache!" Subaru called, his chest tightening. He wanted to rush forward, to help her, but his feet stayed planted. Beatrice's small hand on his sleeve kept him grounded.
"Trust her, I suppose," Beatrice said softly, her voice cutting through his panic. "She's stronger than you think, in fact."
Halibel took advantage of the distraction, leaping onto the wyrm's neck. With a swift, calculated strike, his blade found a gap in the beast's scales. The wyrm let out a final, ear-splitting screech before collapsing, its massive body twitching as it fell still.
Garfiel hopped off its back, his grin wild as he wiped his claws on his pants. "That's what ya get, ya oversized lizard!"
Halibel sheathed his blade, his breath steady as he stepped away from the wyrm's lifeless form. "Nice teamwork, eh?"
Subaru rushed to Patrache, dropping to his knees beside her as she released the wyrm's tail. "You okay, girl?" he asked, his hands running over her neck and sides to check for injuries.
Patrache let out a low rumble, nuzzling him with her snout. Subaru smiled, relief washing over him. "You're amazing, you know that?"
"Flattery aside," Meili said, her arms crossed, "we need to move. That fight made enough noise to wake the whole desert."
She wasn't wrong. The faint vibrations of the sand beneath their feet hinted at distant movement. Beatrice stood beside Subaru, her sharp eyes scanning the horizon. "We can't stay here, I suppose."
Subaru stood, nodding. "Alright, everyone, let's get moving. Stick close, keep quiet, and no more unnecessary fights."
The group mounted their dragons again, the adrenaline still coursing through their veins as they continued their trek across the dunes. The battle with the wyrm had been a reminder of how dangerous the desert could be, but it also solidified their determination to see this journey through—no matter what lay ahead.
Authors Note:
The journey into arc 6 begins. The Sage's tower awaits our crew of semi-powerful trade organization individuals ( and Garfiel. ) Stay tuned because next arc is going to be something else entirely!
Let me know what ya thought in the comments, I look forward to reading each and everyone as well list any constructive criticism for the work. As always, enjoy.