Sage of the New World

by Mad-Dan90

Pulled from the brink of death by a mysterious old man, Madara now finds himself in a new world, free to finally choose his own fate and destiny. However, now that he's encountered the Overlord of Death, Ainz Ooal Gown, his path will inexorably lead to conflict, no matter what path he chooses.

28. Chapter 28-Calm Before the Storms 2

CHAPTER 28-CALM BEFORE THE STORMS 2

It was a sunny early morning as a merchant caravan guarded by gold and silver-ranked adventurers leisurely strode upon a stone and wooden path. Until recently, this path was completely unknown to many in the Re-Estize Kingdom. There was little reason for it to be known to any human of course, since it was typically unwelcoming and a rather inhospitable region of the Great Lakes.

This region's waters flowed between the southern tip of the Azerlisia Mountains and the Great Forest of Tob. Within it were the vast wetlands that served as a territorial maker between the deeper lakes and what could be referred to as the, "drylands". Due to this its air was much more humid than most were used to. So it was for the leader of this caravan Baldo Lauffray, who took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his brow.

A big-bellied man with a clean-shaven appearance and black hair streaked with many strands of white hair due to his middle-age, Baldo looked decidedly out-of-place. Mostly due to being among rough looking adventurers and laborers in the caravan. Still, this was something he was determined to do.

He prided himself as a man who forged many connections in his long and successful life as a merchant, and he was determined to ensure that this newly forged connection became a strong and profitable one. He had already seen gains from his recent dealings with the Fire-Leaf Concern, and after one of his contacts amongst them mentioned the opportunities to be had in this area, Baldo wasn't going to let it slip through his fingers.

Still, to be honest he found doing this was rather thrilling. After living the pampered, extravagant life of a successful merchant, rare was the opportunity to take to the road to do business in person. Especially with such unique peoples. Just as that thought crossed his mind, their destination came into view; a village surrounded by thick high-walls of a stone base with wooden and dry mud contruction serving as an additional structure and fortification.

It was explained to him that this unique building method not only made it sturdy, but also allowed the main structure to actually absorb heavy blows from siege weapons, while the auxiliary defenses could be repaired with minimal time and resources. Truly, it was a marvel to behold in such a location.

And that was before mentioning the golems that surrounded the walls. Each entrance was guarded by a pair of hulking stone golems, and between them lining the walls was clay and wood golems spread out over even intervals. Which could include the addition of actual sentries when necessary. Aside from those in the watchtowers of course.

The first time he saw this, it honestly terrified him. Why? Because the creation of golems was no small thing. The cost of creating a single golem was mind-bogglingly expensive in nearly every way, to say the least. So to have an entire defense force worth of golems? It chilled him to the core at the realization. However, after he had successfully established friendly trading terms, they just become a part of the scenery.

After their horse drawn carriages steadily trotted towards the main gate on the smooth raised wooden path, it slowly started to outwardly open. It was of the same wooden and clay construction as the rest of the walls, but some of Baldo's adventurer bodyguards told him that it likely had other nasty surprises for anyone stupid enough who tried to attack.

Such thoughts however were dispelled when a figure casually walked out to greet them, and it was one that Baldo had come to know quite fondly as he dismounted his carriage along with his driver.

"Zaryusu Shasha. It's good to see you again, my friend."

"Ah, indeed. The same to you, Baldo. I bid you welcome to our village." The lizardman replied in courteous manner.

"Hehe. Please, there's no need to be stiff and formal. At least with me. We have been doing business for long enough to where we can relax a little. Hm? Oh, don't mind them. The adventurers rarely have the chance to interact with friendly demi-human tribes. It's understandable that they've yet to adjust." Baldo said in a placating manner.

Indeed, once he realized why Zaryusu was on edge, he ensured that his voice was loud enough for all sides to hear. Despite hiring some of the same adventurers for these increasingly routine trips, they were still rather nervous coming here. Likewise, Zaryusu could feel their eyes upon him, sensing that they were on-guard, and didn't wish to give them reason to be.

"Yes, I can understand. Many of my own people are also in need of adjustment, since they too are not used to dealing with outsiders." Zaryusu said with a friendly smile.

"Yeah! These lot really need ta' relax. One side's as shy as whelps, and the other's afraid like we're gonna eat 'em or somethin'. Lighten up. You're all gonna get constipated at 'dis rate."

Zaryusu could only sigh, with Baldo awkwardly chuckling at the boisterous voice that boomed over the air like the town drunkard. This was none-other-than Zenberu Gugu, walking up to the pair as he was directing loaded carriages being pulled and pushed by other lizardmen to meet the others.

"Yo, Baldo~! Good ta' see ya' again. Please tell me you brought the good stuff wit' you again." Zenberu said in a friendly manner, stopping at Zaryusu's side.

"Hehe... But of course, my good fellow." Baldo said with a chuckle as he pulled a glass bottle from his pack.

"Woo~hoo! That's the good stuff! Almost can't believe this wine's made from honey! And please tell me ya' brought the cheese! That stuff's the necture o' the gods!"

Zenberu exclaimed in joy, making the on-guard adventurers relax and even start to chuckle at the display, while Zaryusu smiled at that last bit as his tail wagged.

"Yes, indeed my good fellow. I wouldn't be so careless as to not pack those blocks of cheese with the other goods I've brought your people. And you'd be surprised at the other wares that crosses my path. Why, imagine my surprise when I learned your people cultivated the culinary delicacy known as, 'rice'. Many a gourmand in E-Rantel has been been positively tripping over themselves for more." Baldo said in barely restrained glee, even as Zenberu lovingly rubbed his bottle of honey spirts upon his cheek.

"Ah, yes. It's something passed down to our people from our ancestors. A foodstuff with many purposes to help feed and provide for our people so that we may not know want ever again." Zaryusu said with pride as he ignored Zenberu's antics.

"Well, full glad am I they did, since it has allowed us to come close together in a mutually beneficial friendship... Speaking of which... Ho, there! You may carry out the exchange." Baldo said in a raised voice to his caravan.

With practiced movements both sides exchanged the carriages, with Baldo's people unhooking their horses from their current carriages to the ones brought out by Zaryusu's people. Despite the horses being slightly nervous being near the lizardmen, their work briskly concluded without incident.

The carriages the lizardmen received contained empty bottles and various other empty containers, with farming tools, equipment, supplies, and various alchemical concoctions. In addition to small locked chests filled with various types of coin. And of course, the blocks of cheese that had become something of a delicacy among the lizardmen.

The transport carriages that Baldo's people received were vastly different, filled with sealed containers having the latest harvest of rice. In addition, there were bottles of wine from one of the village's treasures, [Great Wine Pot]. Although the wine from it was authentic, it was of low-quality. However, this was offset by the sheer quantity that could be produced. Thus allowing for a steady stream of cheap wine made at low cost, which he could then easily sell to farmers and taverns across and around E-Rantel.

Then there were the bottles filled with the much more valuable rice-wine, which Baldo's customers were likewise clamoring for. As well as the rice-cakes and rice-pudding in sealed magically treated containers that he provided to ensure the contents would NOT spoil during their return trip.

The same went for the containers filled with regular rice, but also wild herbs, fruits, and vegetables found in the forests that most people could not reach without putting themselves in grave danger. Baldo was beside himself with a connection that provided such goods that was not taxed by the crown in any shape, form, or fashion. But more than that, it represented something greater...

"Ah, I must say, I owe a debt of gratitude to the Fire-Leaf Concern for introducing us. I hope that it can be an example of how humans and friendly demi-human tribes like yourselves can live and co-exist in harmony." Baldo said in a genuinely hopeful tone.

"I as well, and you can be at ease that most members of the clans feels the same way. As does the whole of the tribe's leadership." Zaryusu said with a smile and nod.

"Clans? I was given to understand that your people lived in a tribalistic society." Baldo said in confusion.

"Oh, that's a thing o' the past. Ever since our tribes united into one, our peoples decided it's best to change things up a lil' bit. Nowadays we're one 'United Ancestral Tribe', with 'clans' givin' everybody's bloodlines and ancestry." Zenberu casually chimed in after he stopped gushing over his mead.

"Is that so? I never knew your peoples went through such a cultural revolution." Baldo exclaimed in fascination and awe.

"It's true that our people have been so isolated that we hardly ever had contact with the outside, but the Tribal Council decided that it was finally time to change that, after we communed with our ancestors." Zaryusu said in a more official tone.

"Eh? Ahem. I see..."

Baldo masterfully covered up his incredulity with a more thoughtful tone. After all, the last thing he wanted to do was insult the beliefs of a people with whom he had formed such great relations. Especially when it was a fact that this world was filled with many differing beliefs, and as a man of business and reason, such discussions of theology and religion were frankly beyond him.

"...Well, please tell your ruling council that I am grateful for this arrangement that we've managed to cultivate."

"Hm? But you already have." Zaryusu said with a friendly smile.

"Eh? I don't understand. I've only spoken to the two of you, and of course your lovely wife, Crusch." Baldo said in confusion.

The lizardman pair shared in knowing looks and smiles, that then became mischievous chuckles as Zenberu then dismissively waved before speaking.

"Geh~hehe... Sorry for not tellin' ya' this 'fore now, but me, Zaryusu, and Crusch are all members o' the rulin' council."

"W-What?! B-But, pardon me my manners, but why hadn't either of you spoken of this before now?" Baldo asked in shock, barely containing his consternation.

"Both Zenberu and myself were what our people called, 'Travelers' before the tribes unified. Those that left our homes to explore the outside world, and bring back its knowledge. As a result, we were slightly familiar with how your peoples react when engaging with non-humans. So it was decided to wait and see how our relations would develop first. Thankfully, you didn't disappoint, Baldo. You treated with us on even-handed terms, without the need for us to invoke our leadership roles. So you've fairly earned our trust." Zaryusu answered with a smile.

"A-Aaaaah... Huh. So my people and I were being tested. I would be insulted, but I do perfectly understand the necessity of being careful with newly met persons. So then, does this mean I will one day meet with your chief?"

"He's often referred to as our 'Grand Chief', but unless you require an audience with him, my brother has little reason to meet with you, outside of maybe renegotiating the terms of our current deals." Zaryusu matter-of-factly replied.

"Your brother? Wait, are you saying that your brother is...?"

"The leader of our village here? Yes, indeed he is. In the old days those who wished to lead would have to fight for it, but nowadays that has changed. After having proven himself, he was selected by popular vote by each of the clan heads."

"Ah~ah... It seems I still have a great deal to learn about your people, Zaryusu." Baldo said with a weary sigh.

"Hm, true, but that goes both ways, does it not? We still have a great deal to learn of your people, if we're to engage in further trade."

"Yes, this is true. Perhaps one day a visit to E-Rantel by one of your people would be in order?"

"That's something that'll need to be discussed with the rest of the Council of the Clans and the Grand Chief, but yes. That said, I'll personally say it sounds like a fine idea. Maybe someone from the Fire-Leaf Concern can join us." Zaryusu thoughtfully said.

"Oh? Didn't one of their people tell you? I've struct a deal with them to where I'll be handling more of their business outside of E-Rantel."

"What? No, this is the first I've heard of it." Zaryusu said in surprise, with both he and Zenberu having a keen edge to their gazes.

"I see... Perhaps they assumed I would pass this information along, given their current circumstances."

"Oi, what're ya' talkin' about? What's goin' on wit' them?" Zenberu asked in a gruff manner.

"Ah, so you truly don't know? They're currently helping another country to the east, the Dragon Kingdom. It's currently in a war of survival against the Beastman County. They're nothing like you fine folks. They're all savages, bent on conquering that nation to corral its surviving peoples into... food pens."

'"...!"'

Seeing the shocked expressions of the demi-humans before him, the merchant nodded gravely as he continued.

"Yes, they mean to turn all the humans there into a food source, and the Concern is doing what it can to help the Dragon Kingdom stop them."

"I... see. We know of that country, and knew of savage demi-humans that did such things, but not on that scale." Zaryusu contemplatively said.

"Aye, they're a blight upon their lands and a disgrace to all demi-humans. I for one hope the Concern succeeds in their endeavor. Ah, my apologies. I seem to have soured the mood." Baldo apologetically said with a bow.

"Nah, don't worry 'bout it. We're da' ones that asked ya' know, and you had good reason to bring it up." Zenberu dismissively waved in a friendly manner.

"Yes, quite right. Well, as much as I don't wish to leave on such a sour note, my duties beckon, and I must take my leave."

"Aye, so do we. Ya'll take care out there."

"You as well, my friends."

After trading farewells, Baldo went back to his driver who had already prepared their carriage for departure. Only a few minutes passed and they were already back on the path that led them there, with Zaryusu staring thoughtfully at their backs. So deep in thought he was that he didn't notice that Zenberu was already walking back into the village proper.

"Oi... I'm not gonna be the one explainin' to yer wife why ya' got locked outside, Zaryusu."

"O-Oh! Right. Sorry about that."

"No worries. While the pups put everything away, we've got a council meetin' ta' get to, so pick up the pace."

Following after his friend and fellow council member, the two lizardmen walked through their village, the sight of their people prospering causing them to remember the events that changed everything. After their ancestors had saved them from unimaginable monsters, and had completely remade their society from almost the ground up with their teachings. (A/N:CH.11)

With their old settlements now abandoned, they had fully settled into this newer, larger, and more secure village that their ancestors had literally summoned from the earth itself. It had the space and facilities that they needed to do for their new fish and rice farms, and allowed for the production of new goods that kept them much more self-sufficient than ever before.

None argued when the physical embodiment of their ancestors preached the virtues of trading with the outside world to attain the things that they could not make themselves, in exchange for that which they had in abundance. Nor did they resist when portions of their society had been reformed, which rejected the traditions that formed the basis of how they treated Travelers. In fact the title was now, by all accounts, archaic.

As he walked through their village, he marveled at all they had achieved as stone ovens cooked the goods that would be exported, or be used to feed their people. Then there were the training yards where their people improved themselves thanks to the tomes left behind by their ancestors, which Zaryusu and Crusch had spread to the rest of their kin after committing their secrets to memory.

Whether they be warriors, hunters, or shamans, all saw great improvements to their abilities. So much so that had they fought the forces of the "Great One" as they were now, they certainly would have been spared many of the casualties they had suffered during the "Unity War", as their newly formed scribes called it.

They passed the arena which allowed their peoples to vent any aggressive tendencies in a healthy way that allowed others to watch for either entertainment or to learn. Especially when there were a few lingering grudges between the clans. Or perhaps it would be more accurate to call them rivalries?

Then there was the newly created holiday that they were preparing for to celebrate the events wherein their ancestors actually answered their prayers to defend them from that calamity, and subsequently wholly reshaped their society. Everyone, even his dear friend Zenberu was deeply affected by those events, despite his usual behavior. So all were looking forward to a "reenactment" of those events like a play on a stage. Albeit the stage in this instance would be the arena.

But as Zaryusu Shasha looked upon his home and his people, his mind went to dark places. Of how it could have all been for naught, their people very possibly wiped out, and how the people of the Dragon Kingdom were facing an all too similar fate. Of how the Fire-Leaf Concern who had helped open themselves to the outside world, were now fighting against it...

"Oi... Don't even think about it." Zenberu curtly said, giving Zaryusu a side-eyed look.

"Hrm? What do you mean?"

"You're just thinkin' about maybe bringing news about the Dragon Kingdom and the beastmen up in our next council meeting. Don't. We're still busy buildin' something here. Nevermind the distilleries makin' 'dat lovely rice-wine the old hags won't let me near to find out how it's made, or the training yards that's teachin' the pups to swing a sword correctly, or the farmlands to grow that tasty rice, or the schools teaching the youngins' to read, write, and count... We got more than enough 'ere at home without you wantin' to go off and save everyone. And don't even get me started on your wife. She's expectin', isn't she? So, like I said, don't even think about it."

"..."

Zaryusu felt decidedly awkward and uncomfortable with having been found out so easily by his friend. But of course, Zenberu was always more insightful than he let on. Like how he acted the drunken fool to set those adventurers at ease earlier. Yes, perhaps he was right in saying not to interfere with other nations when their own was barely beginning anew. Perhaps he was projecting his recent experiences onto the people of the Dragon Kingdom, feeling a kinship with their struggles.

"Ah, you're right. What was I thinking? Hehe." Zaryusu said with an awkward chuckle.

"Meh. It's alright. It's not like I wasn't thinkin' the same thing. But for now, keep that sword-arm warm for the sake of protectin' your home before anythin', and your other sword ready for your lovely wife."

This time it was Zaryusu who gave the grinning Zenberu a side-eye as they reached their destination, and Zenberu opened the door to the circular shaped abode that served as their council chambers. And as he beheld the face of his beloved greeting him, those thoughts of leaving to fight soon faded away...

...

The Dragon Kingdom's capital-city of Brilho Taoul awoke to a fairly peaceful weekend morning with very few working at that hour. The taverns and pubs had just reopened to either serve breakfast or politely escort out overnight customers who had a little too much to drink. The Fire-Leaf Concern's headquarters appeared to have little difference to the rest of the capital, as it too was marked by minimal activity.

The same was true within its headquarters as a disguised Hilma Cygnaeus emerged from her personal chambers into her office's threshold. She stretched like a cat as a healthy yawn escaped her lips. She wore a dark-purple long-robe open in the front, which barely covered both of her breasts. This left her middle-section completely exposed. Including the fact that she wore no undergarments of any kind.

This did not seem to bother the maids that dutifully tidied up the area. Nor did it seem to bother the dozen-plus men that lay about the area, all nude and in various stages of exhaustion as they woke up. Hilma smiled at the glistening sea of flesh before her as the maids used wands imbued with the [Clean] spell to tidy up the stableboys that she had summoned to her chambers the night before.

As they too yawned and stretched, even flirting with the maids who were busily getting things straightened out, the disguised Hilma chuckled as she spoke in a sultry voice.

"Now, now, my dear boys. While I personally don't mind morning revels, you might want to get yourselves fed and ready. Lest you find the prospective ire of the stablemaster to be appealing~."

'"...!"'

The group of amorous young men collectively sobered up at her words, and hurriedly began to retrieve their clothes from folded piles in the room's corner. They did not even wait until they were fully dressed before they started to file out of Hilma's bedchambers with an urgency that bordered on reckless.

Tripping over themselves and even some of the maids who chuckled at the display, the large bedchamber was clear of all the men in less than 5-minutes. The oldest maid in the room was beautiful, around the same age and height as Hilma with similar body type. She possessed maroon-colored hair and blue eyes, and approached Hilma with a bow.

"My thanks, Madam Gilmore. That should make the fulfilment of our duties that much easier."

"Oh, don't mention it, Odette. Besides, I merely spoke the truth. The stablemaster is not one to trifle with. Nor is he one to tolerate the shirking of one's duties." Hilma replied with a knowing smile.

"I-I see... Then just as well that we are blessed with his services here in the capital. But we should complete our rounds and save such idle talk for another time."

"Quite right, Odette. Do take care of yourselves this morning. Oh~! Which reminds me, once you and the girls have completed those rounds, you all may have the rest of this day and tomorrow off, as I'll be out." The disguised Hilma said with a friendly smile.

"That is most generous, Madam Gilmore. But are you sure that you've had your... fill~?"

The Head-Maid Odette spoke with her own knowing smile as her vision trailed down Hilma's still bare middle-section and lower regions. Who replied with a sly smile and chuckle.

"Ku~fufufu. For now at least."

"Then I shall have your breakfast prepared and delivered to you. Have a good day, my lady." The Head-Maid said with a still-present smile and bowed.

"You too, my dear. Another time."

As the disguised Hilma then turned and walked into her office, she sat at her desk cross-legged with a contented smile and sigh. After the last few days stresses, she found the release of last night's debauchery to be exactly what she needed. As a former courtesan herself, Odette understood that as well, explaining why she was so nonchalant about her employer's nightly activities.

Another maid then came in from the very side-door that Odette exited through carrying a tray, who set down a tea set on her employer's desk. Like Odette she was unbothered by Hilma's shameless display, suggesting this to be a regular occurrence. After she gave a bow, the 20-year-old maid gracefully left. After a moment of partaking in the fresh tea, Hilma relaxed in her afterglow for what seemed like ages...

*KNOCK*KNOCK*

That is until she heard a light rapping and tapping upon her office door. She was in such a good mood that she didn't care if she was in a rather exposed style of dress and gave permission to enter. Still sipping on her tea, the disguised form of Edström entered promptly, and just as she was about to speak, her expression turned blank.

She then sighed as Hilma's shameless display, though more out of exasperation. Another reason for an outside observer to think this a semi-regular occurrence for the head of the Fire-Leaf Concern.

'Honestly, must she lounge about in such a way first thing in the morning even after sending off her harem of boy-toys? If she's not going to close the robe, then she may as well just be naked...'

Just as Edström thought to herself in annoyance, Hilma spoke up in a friendly manner.

"Ah, good morning~! What brings you here today?"

"Hmph... 'Morning... Just figured that you'd like to see this newest report from... him."

Despite the disguised Edström's serious tone, it did nothing to dampen Hilma's smile as she received the folded paper in her left-hand. Quickly reading over it's contents, her smile then deepened as she placed it upon a crystal ashtray. Suddenly it went up in blue flames, and the paper was reduced to the barest of ashes in barely a second.

"Hukufufu~! Now that was quite the surprise. To think so little could have compelled the Bloody Emperor himself to send additional troops to aid the Dragon Kingdom. Truly, if I had known that our activities here had wounded his pride by that much, I would have found a way to garner more of his attention years ago."

There was another sigh from Edström as Hilma's attitude began to vex her ever so slightly. Just as it did, she shook her head of those thoughts as she decided to press on.

"Regardless of that, it's good that the Emperor is sending more troops here, isn't it? That just means that we'll be able to do more in the field without having to worry about defending the capital."

"Hm? Yes, that thought did cross my mind. I may be no military strategist, but even a peasant could recognize the enormous benefit of having 8,000 additional Imperial troops being added to this country's war effort. But having more bodies to throw at a problem doesn't necessarily mean said problem will be solved. Even I know enough about such matters, that I can say it's all a matter of where exactly all those men are aiming their spears~."

"..."

Edström's brow twitched at Hilma's double-entendre, but again chose to ignore her antics whilst continuing her report.

"We can figure out how best to manipulate their arrival to our advantage later, which'll depend on who's commanding them. Anyways, we also received word from E-Rantel. Baldo Lauffray acting as our proxy in dealing with the lizardmen is working perfectly. Soon they'll be self-sufficient enough to treat with others in the area on their own."

"Oh, that's wonderful to hear~! I confess, I'll be quite interested in meeting those who have benefited from our master's intervention before. To say nothing of the profits it's making." Hilma blithely commented.

"So does that mean you'll be soon repaying the loan you owe to, 'Mortis'?"

"I wouldn't worry about that for now. I actually spoke with him on that matter not long ago, and it was agreed that repayment can be conducted after the conclusion of our master's goals."

"R-Really? Huh. I didn't expect that from one like him."

"Neither did I, truth be told. But then again, our mutual master has had quite the effect on us all. It feels as though... we're part of something bigger. Yes, that's the best way I can think to phrase it." Hilma said with fondness in her voice.

"..."

There was no reply beyond a brief smile that could be perceived as a lip-twitch on the disguised Edström's face. Just as she was about to continue updating Hilma on recent events, there was a knock on the office door. She held out a hand to forestall Hilma as she checked on who it was through a magical "peephole" upon the door's inner-side.

"It's Sophie Noia, our Chief Alchemist. Uhm... Shall I let her in?"

"Yes, it's fine, my dear. Don't worry yourself over my state of dress when we're in the company of friends."

With a weary sigh, Edström dutifully did as instructed, despite her personal opinion of the the circumstances. She opened the door just enough for a person to comfortably slide in, silently instructing the one on the other side to enter quickly. With permission given, in stepped a beautiful woman with heterochromatic eyes, with the left-eye being blood-red, whilst her right a fair pink.

Sophie Noia was a woman of fair complexion with dark-purple hair and a scar over her left-eye, which she had somewhat covered with a gold-rimmed monocle. The way it fairly glowed made it clear that the eyepiece was a magic item of some kind.

She wore a form-fitting gray magic caster's jacket with short-cloak possessing a hood, which was currently down. The top chest area was buttoned open, revealing a substantial, healthy bright bosom. At her waist she was a sturdy belt carrying various items, such as corked test tubes, golden-lined crystals, and other unidentifiable items and instruments.

Upon walking in and standing before her employer's desk, a mischievous smirk crossed her lips. She had been employed by the woman she knew as "Shauna Gilmore" for quite some time now, and knew well some of her habits. Of course, both were women of certain types of eccentricities, and was one of the reasons why they got along so well.

"A fine morning to you, Sophie. What brings you here today~?" Hilma greeted with a smile in her guise.

"And a fine morning to you as well, Lady Gilmore. My apologies for disturbing you on your, 'rest day'." Sophie greeted back, maintaining her smile.

"Oh, it's no bother, dearie. Now tell me, what troubles you?"

"Well, as much as I hate to dampen your current good mood, the truth is I'm somewhat dissatisfied with my current arrangements. When we met in Arwinter, I leapt at the chance to further my research with your sponsorship, but the team provided to me has been stuck doing nothing but making potions and magic items this whole time." Sophie said in a weary pout that made her look utterly adorable in Hilma's opinion.

"Yes, I did hear of you being somewhat upset about that. While I am sorry to hear that you're unhappy, you must recall the details of our agreement. Especially after Allura here took care of the one whom was the object of your, shall we say, retribution~?"

The disguised Hilma's smile turned cunning as she motioned to the disguised Edström, whom merely closed her eyes and smiled with a "Hmph", as she then continued.

"We agreed to finance and provide whatever you needed for your research in exchange for your services. After that bloody business was concluded of course. It may seem a trifle upsetting that your team is busy with what you may consider mundane tasks, but consider this; while they work elsewhere, that gives you the opportunity to work on your own research on days like today. Like those items they create with the [Clean] spell that my maids regularly use. Which have been truly marvelous in their function. This is what is called 'division of labor' my dear~."

Sophie seemed deflated as she lowered her head and let her arms limply hang at her sides in dramatic fashion. She could never out-argue her employer, whether it be in small or large matters. They both operated on logical wavelengths in varying degrees. It was what made speaking with her so easy when compared to others who did not. When it came to them hashing out a business arrangement, there was no denying which of them had the better cards to play.

"Ah~ah... Fine, fine. You win, Shauna. But remember that the [Clean] spell is no substitute for actual bathing long-term." Sophie replied with sarcasm.

"Oh, don't you worry your pretty head about that. I fully intend to make use of my 'private baths' later." She retorted with a knowing smirk that ignited a similar glint in her bodyguard's eye.

"Uh, right. Still, commensurate with our deal, I still need some help, since I'm admittedly running into problems with my research."

"That's quite alright, dearie. Pray tell, what might we lend you towards overcoming that issue?"

"Well, now that you ask–"

*KNOCK*KNOCK*

Just as Sophie was enthusiastically going to tell all, there was another knock upon the office door.

"Oh, my~! I seem to be quite popular today." The disguised Hilma cheekily said.

As the disguised Edström checked to see who it was with an annoyed roll of her eyes, a head-tilt bespoke her surprise at seeing who was on the other side as she announced the newest arrival.

"It's Layla of Blazing Crimson. Shall I...?" (A/N:CH.22)

"Oh, yes. There's no issue."

With a sigh through her nose, the disguised Edström did as instructed and allowed the Worker in as she did with Sophie moments ago. The woman in question was still garbed in the red-colored furs, hide, and mane of the lion-type Beastman Alpha that she and her team killed so long ago. Its head her helm, causing it to look as though her head was poking out from its open maw.

She stepped in using a toothpick to clean the remnants of breakfast from her shining, pearly-white teeth, before smiling broadly as her rudy-red eyes took on a much more mischievous glint.

"Woah~hoh! And a good mornin' to YOU boss-lady! Seems like ya' had a lotta fun last night." She boisterously greeted with wide grin.

"Tee-hee~. Good morning to you as well Layla, and yes you certainly could say that." The disguised Hilma good-naturedly said.

"Uh~huh... Let's see by how much~."

Just as those present were about to question what she meant, Layla took in many deep breaths through her nose only with eyes closed. Then her mouth began to make many chewing motions, as if she were tasting the air itself. This continued for only a few moments as her eyes then opened and her grin grew wider.

"Whew~! I figured you were a wild one, milady~! To think ya' bedded so many in a single night. Yeup~! I knew I'd like you. You're a woman after my own heart." She exuberantly stated with a wink and thumbs up.

"Wait just a minute, anyone can tell that Lady Gilmore's had some private fun last night, but how can you tell the number?" Sophie asked in curiosity as her right index-finger cradled her chin.

"Oh, there's nothin' to it sweetie. Imma Ravager, ya' see. My senses ar' all 'nhanced so I can sniff out my area as well as any beastman. I can tell y'all used that [Clean] spell ta' tidy things up after, on account of that sweet smell in the air. But it still leaves o' trace of each person's 'musk', 'specially after a night o' being frisky."

"Oh, my~! I can see what you mean. The spell cleans surfaces and the area around the surface, but not the air itself. Not completely since air still travels away from the initial area. That's quite fascinating. Something to keep in mind for future improvements."

The disguised Hilma excitedly exclaimed, even as Sophie bore a smirk that said, "I told you so", before then pulling out a small tome and furiously scribbling notes as she began speaking again.

"...So then, what initially brought you here, my dear~?"

"Ah, I just wanted ta' give my thanks for such tasty foods in y'all's kitchens. 'Specially that stuff called, 'rice'. Goes with damned near anything it does. And those popsicles really do hit da' spot after."

"Yes, indeed. The rice is a newly discovered foodstuff that we import, and the popsicles are a fairly cheap dessert item that the leader of the Ashen Sentinals mercenary band leader had suggested. They're essentially small blocks of frozen fruit juice on a stick."

"Hoh~! So that handsome fella' came up wit' that? Stroke o' genius that, I tell ya'."

There was a chuckle from the disguised Hilma as she finished her tea, and then her smile grew cunning as she looked the still grinning Layla in the eyes.

"Well, as much as we both enjoy the kitchen's menu items, pray tell what is the true reason for your visit."

There was an impressed whistle from Layla as she then held up her hands in a placating manner before speaking in a friendly manner.

"Aye, aye. Ya' got me boss-lady. In truth, I was wonderin' when we'd get deployed out there. I don't mind tellin' ya', I'm kinda eager to taste the meat and blood of our enemies." Layla finished with a predatory glint in her eyes.

"Hm, so that's the way of it. Well, all I can say is for now, please do be patient. We won't simply throw our best into the fray without reason. We are currently awaiting more detailed information for a special mission. Once all the pieces are in place, you have my word that you'll get the 'meat and blood' that you so crave."

"Hah! Lookin' forward to it."

For a moment there was a silent respect between the two women, for there were very few who didn't become unnerved upon looking into Layla's predatory eyes once her bloodlust became apparent. Some have described it as being in the presence of a wild beast. Yet here was this Shauna Gilmore, presumably a normal human woman, nearly as naked as the day she was born, taking it stride and nearly unaffected.

'Heh, boss-lady's got guts. Wonder what she's been through to give 'er such grit...' Layla thought to herself with an impressed smile.

"Ahem! Pardon me the interruption between fellow gourmands, but aren't Ravagers fighters that assimilate the essence of another being to enhance themselves in a fight?" Sophie asked in what appeared to be barely restrained excitement.

"Hah~! 'Assimilate'? Honey, a fancy word like 'dat ain't doin' justice to wut happens. We take in the essence of 'nother being, in my case a beastman, and beat it into submission. I don't only kill the beastmen we face, I drink their blood like it's fine ale an' gorge meself on their flesh like it's my dinner. Includin' this fine thing I'm wearin' right now." Layla cheerfully explained as she flicked the head that was now her helm.

"Oooh~! Fascinating! So it literally becomes a part of yourself. It must've had such an enormous impact upon your physique." Sophie said like an excited, wide-eyed schoolgirl.

"Ya' mean like this?"

Layla then unfastened a strap upon her right-arm to reveal a toned, solid mass of muscle underneath as she rose and flexed it in a single front bicep pose. Her toothy grin clearly displayed her pride as she then spoke with a similar tone.

"Make no mistake, dearie~! It still took a LOT o' trainin' to get to da' point where I could use these abilities without this 'vessel' breakin' apart. Me elders back home could tell ya' more, laced with o' bunch of philosophical hogwash, but that's the gist of it~!"

"A-Amazing... May I inspect it~?" Sophie enthusiastically asked, still with that wide-eyed look.

"Hah~! Go ahead, dearie. I ain't bashful." Layla replied with that same grin.

Without hesitation, Sophie's hands traced every inch of Layla's flexed arm and bicep, positively captivated by the results. Much to the amusement of the others in the room.

"Incredible... And Ravagers like yourself are able to the use abilities of beastmen?"

"Yeup~! Includin' [Martial Arts] that only beastment can use. Like [Reinforce Hide] for one. Humans don't have the thick hides o' beastmen, but by channeling it into the hide I'm wearing, I can use it no problem."

"...!"

It was then that Sophie's face lit up, as if she had an epiphany.

"Please, can you not tell me more of this process that allows you to subjugate the essence of beastmen~?"

"Woah now, dearie. Ya' can't expect me to reveal all o' my secrets without some kinda' compensation." Layla said with an amused smirk as she refastened her arm strap.

Sophie then turned her attention to her employer like a bright-eyed girl asking her mother for a present.

"Hukufufufu~! Worry not, Layla. The Fire-Leaf Concern will happily compensate you in your dealings with Sophie here. If the two of you are able to reach a mutually beneficial agreement of course. Send the details my way once you have everything figured out. I'll be happy to approve them so long as you aren't requesting anything outrageous."

After that, Layla turned back to the still beaming Sophie, and she could swear that if this monocled girl had a tail, it'd be wagging. While she was introspective for only a moment, her normal toothy smile returned as she wrapped her left-arm around Sophie as if she were an old friend, speaking in a familiar tone.

"Welp, if the boss-lady's payin', then I only got one condition; that you join me on a night on the town! Gives us a chance ta' get to know each other. Work with no play makes for some dull old ladies. Whaddya say, dearie~?"

"Well, I'm not much of a drinker, but if it means getting the answers I need, then I'll do anything for it~!" Sophie happily and resolutely said.

"Hah~! That's the spirit! It's a deal then. An' trust me, I think you're gonna enjoy one o' MY parties. What 'bout you, boss-lady? Wanna come with?"

"Hehe... As much fun as that sounds, for now I must decline. Perhaps another time." The disguised Hilma replied with an amused chuckle.

*KNOCK*KNOCK*

Again, there was a knock on the office door, and again the disguised Edström sighed as she went to see who was on the other side, with her thoughts plain upon her countenance...

'This is getting ridiculous!'

Looking through the magical peephole, she saw the short stature of a dwarf with raised hand waving. There were only a few dwarves employed by the Concern, and of those she knew, the working glove she saw inscribed belonged to only one of them...

"Oh, for... Lady Gilmore, it's our Chief Blacksmith Tsuibayaya. Do you by chance...?"

"Ah, yes. It's no worry, Allura. Please, let him in."

As the disguised Hilma replied in a somewhat jovial fashion, the disguised Edström could only sigh at the absurdity of it all as she let the named dwarf in. His short stature was typical for his kind, and he possessed rust-colored hair with matching beard and a rosy nose. He had muscular arms and wore a blue tunic underneath forest-green coveralls with suspenders and thick green gloves to complete his look.

Upon his brow he bore a pair of lensed goggles, which furrowed upon seeing the room having more people than he cared for in a single space. However, upon seeing his employer's current state of dress, his eyes widened as he exclaimed while slapping a palm over his face.

"M-Madam Gilmore~! Have you no shame?! At least use the robe I made for you in the manner for which it was designed!"

"Oh~kufufufu! So serious and bashful. It's not like you haven't seen me in the nude before." She replied in a sultry manner.

"Fer taking yer measurements! Please don't make it sound like something it ain't!" The flustered dwarf shot back with reddened face.

"Hoh, no wonder it's perfectly coverin' her tits like dat despite still being opened. Magic item, eh?" Layla good-naturedly chimed in.

"Aye, that's the way of it. I made so it'd perfectly contour to her figure. Even IF she don't wear it proper."

"Hm, interesting, but why take measurements if it's a magic item? Wouldn't it size itself automatically to the wearer?" Sophie asked in curiosity, ignoring Layla's left-arm still wrapped around her like an old friend.

"Aye, with magical equipment the size normally corresponds to the physique of the wearer, but for custom items meant for only a single individual, it's imperative to get exact measurements. Once you do, it'll always perfectly contour to the wearer's body, perfectly staying in place no matter what. Seems like Madam Gilmore's been putting my work to the test." Tsuibayaya sardonically said whilst giving his employer the side-eye, who then replied with a fond smile.

"And you do such a wonderful job my good man. Now tell, what brings you here this fine morning~?"

"Hmph... I just came to tell you that your latest wardrobe is ready for you to try out." He bashfully replied whilst turning his head to the side, scratching his right-cheek.

"That's wonderful to hear~! I'm most eager to try out your latest works."

"Woah, hold on a tick~! You can make women's clothes?" Layla asked with a mischievous grin.

"Aye, I can. I can make anything my team can't handle." Tsuibayaya said with a prideful folding of his arms.

"I can personally vouch for his skills, ladies. Feel free to make use of his assorted talents whensoever you wish~."

"Excuse me Lady Gilmore, but unless they have further business, perhaps they should go about theirs?"

"Ah, yes. You're quite right, Allura. It's been a pleasure to receive you all, but I'm afraid we must part for now. Thank you for informing me about my new wardrobe my good sir. I'll be by to try them on later.~"

"Full glad am I to hear it, Madam Gilmore. I'll be in the shop all day, so stop by when you can." The dwarf acknowledge with a wave before exiting.

"...!"

"Welp, I guess we gotta go too. Catch you later, boss-lady~! Let's have a drink togetha' some time." Layla cheerfully said as Sophie was dragged out by her new friend without being able to get another word in.

Just as an exasperated Edström looked relieved to be rid of their guests, a maid quickly entered to deliver Hilma's breakfast, before quickly excusing herself. The Edo Tensei bodyguard sat down upon a nearby seat with a fairly annoyed expression, to which the only living person still in the room chuckled at the sight.

"My, you look fairly drained, my friend." Hilma said as she prepared to dig into her meal.

"Your antics are precisely what drain me, Hilma."

"My apologies, Edström. I felt you could use something to entertain you, however so slightly. Or are you saying that didn't amuse you even a little bit?"

"Well, I can't say that's entirely untrue..."

"Hee~hee... Then I shall consider my endeavor a success. Now, I'm sure you had other business of your own before we were interrupted?"

"Yes, we've received more information about what we believe to be our upcoming assignment. In a most favorable twist of circumstances it was 'Vorsa', also known as Izaniya of the former Thirteen Heroes, that attained this information for us."

"Oh? Well, she was one of the few who could apparently sneak up one even the likes of Dragon Lords, so perhaps it should be expected that she could gather information that those who took on her namesake could not... Ah, my apologies. Please, tell me more..."

...

During the time that Hilma was getting herself into her office, those that comprised the mercenary team Ashen Sentinels were in one of the training yards provided to them by the Concern. To an outside observer, it seemed as though Benkei and Dorian watched over their team as they trained. (A/N:CH.13)

The clashing of metal-on-metal echoed throughout the training yard as "Urath Groon", formerly Zero of Six Arms, repulsed attacks with each arm. As he did, a pair of fighters dashed backwards whilst he remained in the center. As the dust settled, "Bertrand Bell" and "Thuron Doss", formerly Malmvist and Peshurian respectively became visible. With a single meditative breath, they relaxed their postures as the latter two sheathed their weapons. (A/N:CH.18)

The trio then proceeded to sit at a nearby table, writing down notes in tomes that were already waiting on them. Being joined by their leader Benkei with Dorian to his left he then casually spoke.

"So then, how does it feel? Gotten used to your bodies yet?"

"Hmph... Yes, we have. And I feel we're all on the cusp of learning new techniques." The disguised Zero contemplatively replied as he flexed his arm.

"It still feels strange, but this [Ninshu] business has really sped up our learning speed. It won't be long now before we can use new [Marital Arts]." The disguised Malmvist said with confidence.

"Hm, yes. I feel the same way." Peshurian briskly added.

"Glad to hear it. Keep pushing it for now. With these new bodies you all won't have to worry about working yourselves to death, but just make sure we're in a group like this whenever you're working at it."

"Hmph... Someone should have told that to 'Grogg'. And 'Izuma' for that matter." Dorian matter-of-fact stated.

"Ah, it can't be helped. Since he found out that he can't get drunk, as a dwarf it was like he lost a part of himself. And the less said about his inability to bed women the better. He became rather dejected and decided to sleep off some of his depression for now. As for our friendly neighborhood Air Giant, he always was one to pass the time with sleep, even before his revival." Benkei replied with a weary sigh.

"I'm just amazed that we CAN sleep in these bodies. But the sensation feels a little... disturbing. Like someone's walked over our graves." Malmvist said with a shiver in his voice.

"Agreed. It feels more like being dead again than sleep." Peshurian similarly replied.

"Heh. Well, the way that he explained it after we were revived, sleep for an Edo Tensei is like a form of stasis or hibernation. We become both mentally and physically inactive for a time. So yeah, perhaps it'd be more appropriate to call it 'Torpor' than sleep." Benkei replied with an understanding chuckle.

"Hmph! These details and my form matter little to me. I simply wish to get a pound of flesh from the monsters who ended our lives." The disguised Zero growled.

"Hey now, don't be getting ahead of yourself. Even with our link via [Ninshu, you're only as strong as a Lv.50. Just stay focused on our mission here, and take out whatever frustrations you have on the beastmen."

As Benkei sternly gave his warning, getting only a grunt as a reply from the former Six Arms leader, he was reminded of the fact that he was those few aware of Nazarick's plan to draw in Workers from the Empire. While he had a vague idea as to what Momonga's possible intention might be, he made it a point to push those thoughts and feelings down so as to not let the others know due to their connection.

Indeed, ever since they were linked by their benefactor Madara, they had learned a great deal of how it worked. While they shared experience, senses, feelings, and even communication through their thoughts was possible, it was a different matter entirely when it came to their strength.

While the former Thirteen Heroes lead was still in the level-70s bracket despite how the Edo Tensei summoning worked, that didn't mean that levels were completely transferred to those who were linked. If he used DMMO-RPG parlance from his world, it was akin to a "party buff". At the moment, the former Six Arms members and even a few of the former Thirteen Heroes stats were equal to or slightly above level-50s.

His friend Dorian was in the same level-bracket as he was, so that made their team quite ridiculously strong by this world's standards. They were practically a band of walking calamities. Yes, just like those damnable demons they fought...

"Hey, leader? Now that you brought it up, didn't 'Vorsa' send word on what the crown's mission for us will be?" Malmvist asked in curiosity, even as Zero groused as no longer being addressed by that epithet.

While the former Thirteen Heroes leader was still getting used to Izaniya's new moniker, he answered whilst folding his arms in a manner akin to a military commander.

"Yes, she did. From what she gathered one of the Queen's Cousins was sent on a secret mission to the kingdom's north-eastern region behind enemy lines. We still don't have specifics, but from what she could gather, it was to recover a relic of great importance to her bloodline. Right now she's caught behind enemy lines, and oddly enough it seems like they're looking for her. Vorsa was able to sneak past the thousand-strong horde of beastmen without issues and confirmed her location. The area was positively crawling with the buggers from what her message said."

"Oh? She just confirmed her location? Nothing more?" Dorian asked incredulously.

"Well, she did slaughter about a hundred or so of their number on her way out on the opposite side of the target's location." Benkei replied with a sly smirk, eliciting a wry chuckle from Dorian.

"Hm, strange. Only a hundred? And from the opposite direction of the target's location?" Peshurian mused in confusion.

"Hmph... There's nothing to be confused about, Thuron Doss. If she killed the beastmen closest to the target, it would've drawn their collective attention to that location. By killing so many away from the target, they'll think that the one they're hunting tried to make a break for it and mass on that location. Even if they don't fall for the ruse, it still buys time for us to get there." The disguised Zero boredly explained.

"That's exactly it. So for now, we'll wait for Vorsa to return, and for the Queen to send for us to issue the mission." Benkei concluded with a smile.

"Oi, if you lot are done yappin', I could really use somethin' to hit." A gruff voice echoed from across the yard.

Turning their collective heads, they saw a rather displeased looking dwarf, carrying a warhammer slung over his shoulder. (A/N:CH.18)

"Well, hello there, Grogg. Welcome back to the land of the living." Benkei teased with a smile.

"Oi, don't get started on me, leader. My mood's foul enough as it is." The dwarf replied with an annoyed sigh.

"Uh-huh... Says the man who named himself after alcoholic spirits he can't get himself drunk on anymore. I'd call that poetic irony." Dorian said sardonically.

"If you're tryin' ta' piss me off more, then cheers. It's workin'." Grogg said with the ire clear in his tone.

"Then this means you're going to be extra motivated for training today. Wonderful. This lot was on the cusp of completing their new [Martial Arts]. You can help them finish." Dorian darkly continued with a chuckle.

"Hah! Don't make me laugh. I'll get these whelps to double that before long!" The now oddly enthusiastic dwarf declared.

As the former Six Arms members collectively grimaced as they stood up for what was about to become a punishing training session, Benkei could only smile upon the rather nostalgic scene that would soon play out. A scene that reminded him of simpler times, even if those times were marred by conflict.

'Rigrit... Keno... I look forward to the day when we can reunite... There's much and more I would say to you both.'

...

Elsewhere in Madara's secret compound in the Re-Estize Kingdom, the members of Blue Rose minus Evileye began filing out of another, larger chamber wearing the same plain brown training garments as before (A/N:CH.20). As they stretched and groaned from another arduous training session, an energetic and youthful voice chimed in from behind them.

"Aw, what's the matter, ladies? Don't tell me you're all worn out already~?"

As playful laughter echoed off the walls, collective sighs escaped their lips as Laykus then turned around to castigate the one behind them.

"Uuugh, don't do that. We've been at this with Master Madara training us until recently, and believe me, we're all in need of a rest, Lady Rigrit."

Then coming into their view was a woman wearing Rigrit's typical garb, but the one who wore it was youthful and beautiful. Her bright-silver hair was tied in a single ponytail, and her blue-silver eyes practically shined with both youthful exuberance and wisdom in equal measure. This was indeed Rigrit Bers Caurau, the former member of the Thirteen Heroes, now rejuvenated.

"Hah~! It's still kinda strange ta' see ya' all young and attractive, Lady Rigrit. That Dragon Lord really did one helluva makeover on ya'." Gagaran boisterously commented as Rigrit lowered her hood.

"Aye, 'tis a strange feeling, being back in my physical prime again. But given what's been happening in this world, I really can't complain. I must find a way to thank the Brightness Dragon Lord for this. After all, it's not every day one gets to live their lives over again." Rigrit replied with a far more subdued tone as she inspected herself.

"Hmph... As well you should. If not for this new alliance between my master, the other Dragon Lords, and this Madara of yours, you likely never would have received his gift of life." A disciplined, yet youthful female voice interjected from behind them.

"Hehe. Always one with the harsh words, aren't you, Farrel~?" Rigrit cheekily replied to the newcomer with a smile.

Coming into view was a tan-skinned beauty with traits typical of a Dark Elf, possessing a medium-sized bust, silver-colored hair that reached down her waist, and yellow/orange-colored eyes. She carried herself with both a martial poise and seductive stride as she walked into the middle of the group, showing a physique that was toned like a sculpted marble statue, yet the soft skin glistened alluringly in the light.

The attire she wore was a sleek black with yellow sash at her waist. Her upper attire was sleeveless and backless, covering only her front with only a loop around her neck keeping it in place. Armbands of some unidentifiable elastic material connected to the fingerless gloves that she wore. Her trousers were baggy allowing for ease of movement and her footwear was form-fitting, which to Tina and Tia was like that of a ninja.

Yet her most striking feature was the golden-colored draconic tattoo upon her back that fairly glowed under the soft magical illumination. She crossed her arms with narrowed eyes and an odd pout as she replied.

"I only say it as it is. Just like how my sisters and I wouldn't be here assisting in your group's training while your master was away, were it not for my master's word."

"Hm. She's not very convincing is she, Tia?"

"Nope. Not at all, Tina. She may act like that, but she's actually enjoying herself here."

The twins of Blue Rose commented with blank expressions and tones of voices that were somehow playful despite the lack of overt emotion. The Dark Elf Farrel grimaced at being mocked in such a manner, before a fair-skinned human maiden came into view, hugging her from behind as she spoke in a familiar, friendly manner.

"Aw, now don't be like that, sis. We're all friends here, now aren't we~?"

"Hmph~!"

"Please, don't mind Farrel. She's just pouting because she doesn't like to be away from our master for too long."

"O-Oi~! Hellena! You're not supposed to be saying that!" Farrel cried out, embarrassed as her cheeks became flush, and the woman behind her good-naturedly laughed.

The woman named Hellena, full name Hellena Roche, had a physique that was between that of Lakyus and the twins, and was no less honed and alluring. Free-flowing in the hall's breeze, her hair's golden-yellow coloration seemed to shine under the soft magical illumination. As well as her bright aqua-blue eyes that held both a mischievous humor and predatory seductive glint.

Her attire was navy-blue with dark-yellow trim, wearing a single-piece top with rounded guards on her shoulders. Her bottoms tightly contoured to her figure like a second skin, leaving very little to the imagination. Yet like a second skin it stretched and flexed giving a full range of movement. Guards for her forearms and greaves for her shins completed her look as flat-heeled boots raised her height, and accentuated her feminine figure.

"Hah! Ya' know, I was mighty surprised to hear that you ladies were part of that Dragon Lord's harem. Most people don't think warrior-women being o' part of that." Gagaran chimed in her usual manner.

"Oh? Is that so? The women closest to our master each serve a purpose beyond simply pleasing him, which is also very enjoyable~." Hellena said with an lascivious undertone.

"A-Ahem! That's actually quite interesting. We actually never got a chance to talk about what sort of duties you all were responsible for, before Master Madara said you were to take over our training. Are you allowed to share with us what they might be?" Lakyus quickly said, trying to divert that topic of conversation.

"Well, I suppose there's no harm in that. Much like what I'm doing here, I assist training those in our master's citadel, as well as 'breaking in' new arrivals~." Hellena replied with an implication that Lakyus felt she didn't want explained.

"I am both enforcer and messenger for our master. I dole out rewards and punishments as instructed. And sometimes serve as back-up for one of my harem sisters as needed." Farrel curtly chimed in.

"Yo~! Don't forget me! I serve our master as a spy and scout as the right-hand-woman of one of our sisters in-charge." An energetic voice interjected as a new arrival entered.

Everyone turned to the arrival as the figure of a feline-type beastman with albino fur and ruby-red eyes entered the soft magical light. She towered over nearly everyone else as she proudly stood over six-feet-tall, with her tail happily moving to-and-fro. She wore only leather tops and bottoms as her feminine frame possessed a bosom that could easily be considered the biggest in the room as it bounced with her every step.

"Hah~! No wonder you trained so well with the twins, Malika. Even if that overgrown chest of yers was givin' 'em fits o' jealousy." Gagaran playfully exclaimed.

'"..."'

The twins glared at Gagaran that made them look like they were adorably pouting, making her smile broadly. In contrast, the beastwoman Malika went to their sides and patted them gently on the shoulders as she spoke in a placating manner.

"Ah, don't let yer friend get under ya' skin. Especially when my chest is also givin' her fits of envy."

The twins then had faces of dawning understanding as their mouths took on an amusing "O" shape. Whereas Gagaran could only awkwardly chuckle and scratch the back of her head as everyone else stifled chuckling as the last of their newest guest trainers entered.

"Aw, glad to see that everyone's getting along so well~! I must admit, I was worried about that when we first got here, but I guess such worries were ill-founded."

"But of course, Sitria~. We're all friends here." Hellena replied with a smile to her harem-sister.

She was beautiful humanoid shaped woman with ruby-red skin, neck-length navy-blue hair, orange eyes, and a voluptuous figure with a mild muscular firmness that implied a strength that was hidden just beneath the surface. She had a pair of horns framing her head, starting from her forehead, before curving upward and then to the sides. Upon those sides were a pair of elven-like ears. Her final notable feature is a long leathery tail that easily moved about as if having its own will.

Walking in with a soft, sisterly smile, she wore form-fitting gray and white robes akin to a cleric that went at odds with her mildly demonic appearance. To say her appearance came as a surprise to Blue Rose was an understatement, since the human members of the team hadn't seen a half-demon until now. Let alone one that practiced the healing arts of a cleric.

"Say, I was wonderin' about somethin', Sitria. How does a half-demon learn cleric skills anyways?" Gagaran nonchalantly asked.

"Oh~? You consider it to be strange? Not so myself. The healing arts can be learned by those with demonic heritage. It's simply a matter of context, timing, and mindset." She answered with a casual shrug.

"Did that answer the question, Tina?"

"Not really, Tia. But it's not like her life-story is any of our business."

As the twins openly conversed, Sitria chuckled at their antics as she sauntered over to them, and gently placed both hands on their shoulders.

"It pleases me that you adventurers still consider prying into others' lives to be taboo, but there's no need to fret. Perhaps one day I'll share those details with you, but in a better setting than this. Perhaps in a high-class club with strong drinks and young, strapping men to enjoy ourselves with~." She coquettishly said.

"Pffft~! Hah! I like the way you think, Sitria." Gagaran laughed as the twins gave looks of indifference as they shrugged.

"Oi, what's with all this ruckus? Is musclehead causing trouble again?"

Walking out of an adjacent chamber, an unmasked Evileye strode forward in a confident gait. The humanoid form of the Vampiric Dragon Lord Aithusa Rahmoth trailed slightly behind as she sauntered with a sashay and a pleased smile. (A/N:CH.22) Ever since their new trainers arrived, substituting for Madara's clone, Aithusa has exclusively trained Evileye, teaching her a new form of magic unknown to them called, [Blood Magic].

"Ho there, our shorty~! No trouble. We were just making conversation while we waited on you two. Hey there, Aithusa. One of our resident bosom queens." Gagaran jovially said, eliciting and amused chuckle from Aithusa.

"My, always so cheerful. I can see why Evileye likes you." She replied.

"Hmph... Great. Now she'll be insufferable." Evileye grumbled under her breath with arms folded.

"Hehe. You may act like a grumpy old woman, but you still look cute and adorable to us, crybaby." Rigrit chimed in with a grin.

"Oi, don't you get started, granny! Tch~! It's both weird and nostalgic seeing you like this again after so long." Evileye said in weary frustration.

"Aye, I know how you feel, little-Invern." Rigrit replied in a more warm, friendly tone.

For a moment, the two old friends shared a knowing smile, as they recalled their past as members of the Heroes that saved the world from the Evil Deities. Truly, as much as they poked fun at each other, they were happy to be fighting at their sides again. Just as they were about to engage in small talk again, Farrel of the Brightness Dragon Lord's harem pointedly spoke up.

"If you don't mind my asking Madam Dragon Lord, you do not mind our presence here?"

"Hrm? And why should I mind? Truth be told, shouldn't I be the one to ask that question?" Aithusa calmly replied with raised brow.

"Oh, please do not misunderstand, my lady. While we are aware of our master's dislike towards you, none save for the head of our group know of the particulars. So we here hold no animosity towards you, and actually rather like you. As far as we are concerned, our master's issue is his alone." Sitria softly said in a placating manner.

"Ah, that is good to hear. I am of the same mind, and I won't be projecting my grudge towards him upon his chosen paramours. Other females may be as petty as that, but I am not." The Vampiric Dragon Lord matter-of-factly stated.

"I am glad we could reach an understanding, and I for one look forward to working with you more in the future~." Sitria said in a much more friend tone.

"Ke~hehehe... I also look forward to it my dear."

"If I may interrupt, I was wondering why Evileye must be trained apart from us?" Lakyus asked in curiosity.

"That is simply the nature of the arts I am teaching her, young lady. One does not teach [Blood Magic] in the presence of others. Especially those whom might be adversely affected by its power." Aithusa replied in a relaxed, yet serious tone.

"Aye, that makes sense. Even my magic's training has similar conditions." Rigrit sagely added.

Just then, the doors to the far side of this waiting area opened, and the forms of the Night Lich Lottus, and the Edo Tensei Damar (A/N:CH.12) walked in pushing wheeled trays towards the assembled group. The latter of whom cordially spoke as they reached them.

"Good day, ladies. I hope we weren't disturbing you."

"Ah, not at all my good sir. We were simply making small talk." Rigrit casually said.

"Then that is well. Lottus and I were just bringing in your recovery potions for today. We were also instructed to tell you that the next two days are your to do as you wish."

"Oh, that's very generous of Master Madara." Lakyus said in pleasant surprise, which was shared by all those present.

"Indeed. Verily, milord anticipates a period of rest may be needed." Lottus added as he waved the group over to the recovery potions. (A/N:CH20)

As everyone else filed towards him to partake of the bitter draughts of medicine that awaited them, Damar rolled the sealed vials of Madara's blood to Evileye and Aithusa. The latter of whom smiled with teeth exposed as a look of primal hunger washed over her features.

Evileye however showed signs of eagerness and trepidation in equal measure. Especially when the dose she was taking now was larger than before. Watching her comrades down their own bitter potions, she looked upon the crimson vial before with worry as she clearly felt its power more acutely than before, thanks to the Vampiric Dragon Lord teaching the secrets of her [Blood Magic] arts. Just was uncertainty gripped her, a calm hand placed itself upon her stiff shoulder, with an almost motherly voice speaking.

"It's alright, my dear. Trust in the new power granted to you that now courses through your veins. And trust that your new teacher will be here to safeguard your being."

"..."

With a resolute expression and nod, Evileye felt her hesitation wash away. Breathing a calming breath, she steeled herself as she drank the highest concentration of Madara's diluted blood yet. Aithusa did the same at the same moment, just in time for everyone else to watch what would unfold.

Once again, their bodies were assaulted by waves of both pain and power, doubling over as they clutched their midsections. Again, their senses were assailed by incoherent images and feelings not their own as they fought to regain control. After what seemed an eternity, the vampiric pair of females regained control of their faculties. Although this happened differently for each.

For Aithusa Rahmoth, she seemed pleased with herself. Nearly immensely so, appearing as if she were in the afterglow of a most enjoyable liaison as she stretched with a moan. For Evileye, she panted as if she had emerged from a battle most arduous as her form trembled almost uncontrollably. With widened eyes looking upon her hands, feeling the power course through her veins it was akin to both the warmth she felt before, and the tingle of a lightning spell.

"Oi, shorty? You still with us?" Gagaran asked in concern.

"Y-Yeah... I'm... here. It's simply... incredible. I can feel... everything." Evileye replied in awe.

"Oh? Care to elaborate?" Rigrit asked with a curious head-tilt.

"Madara's blood has fired up all my senses. I can hear everyone's heartbeats, feel the warmth of your bodies in the room, the flow of the very air on my skin... It's just so much. All I can say is just... wow."

"Hrm~huhuhu... Very good my dear. You've taken the first important step into mastering the art I've bestowed upon you. You've successfully integrated the lifeforce permeating Madara's blood. Something that would normally require conventional feeding for you to achieve, but that won't be necessary. You can likely feel it positively tingling within you, no~?" Aithusa said with a proud tone and smile.

"Y-Yes! It's incredible. I can feel... more powerful."

"Hrm, indeed. Very good. The power of [Blood Magic] will merge with your base magicks and abilities, enhancing every facet of your being. Especially for us vampires, it can be quite... intense. You've likely felt your thirst for Madara's wonderful blood more acutely, yes~?" Aithusa asked with a knowing smirk, making Evileye's cheeks go red.

"Hoh, there's no need to feel embarrassed, young one. It's perfectly normal. I especially felt it when I drank his undiluted essence the first time."

"U-Undiluted?! Seriously?!" Evileye exclaimed in shock.

"Oh, yes. It might be a while before you'll reach that point, but it's not impossible."

'"...!"'

Just like Evileye, the members of Blue Rose were in shock to hear this. After all, they were present when Evileye took her first diluted draught of Madara's blood, and saw first-hand the effect it had on her. So for the Vampiric Dragon Lord to say that she drank Madara's blood pure and undiluted was almost inconceivable. Before they could mull on this further, Evileye's earnest voice rang out, seeing her take a deep bow.

"T-Thank you very much for your tutelage, teacher!"

"Ah, there's no need for thanks, my dear. We who had survived the same cataclysm that destroyed both of our lives are linked by a common thread. So it is only natural that we should help each other."

Aithusa's words were filled with warmth as she rubbed Evileye's head as a proud mother tending to their daughter. Rigrit could not help but smile at the scene. Having known Keno for a long time, even trained together on occasion, the sad fact was that the petite vampire never had a true mentor throughout her long unlife. Until now that is.

"Now, let us take some respite. I am curious to see these hotsprings that Madara has fashioned for us in this underground compound."

"Yes, let us do that. We all could use this small break we're getting in our schedules." Lakyus affirmed with a business-like manner.

As the group began to file out of the waiting area, Evileye continued to marvel at the changes her body was going through. It was almost like her heart was beating again, even though she knew better. No, perhaps it was better to now describe her heart as a form of "nucleus" to her being. There her newfound power spread that warmth and tingling sensation throughout her form.

She smiled, for it made her feel alive in a while. A feeling she hadn't felt since she was just Keno Fasris Invern, living with her family...

"Herk!"

Just then she grabbed her head, and once again flashes of Madara's past life invaded her consciousness. And just as she fought to regain control, the name she had kept hearing in her mind, Izuna, had gained a face, and all at once understanding dawned upon her from a place she could not find within her mind...

'His... brother? That was his brother?'

'[It seems like you've figured it out.]' Aithusa said, projecting her voice into her newest apprentice's mind.

Though shaken, Evileye kept herself composed as she replied in her mind.

'[Y-You knew?]'

'[I suspected... I came upon a similar epiphany once thoughts of my own family drifted into my mind.]'

'[So... Even a man like him had a family...]' Evileye somberly thought.

'[Yes, he did. But it's best that you don't dig further into these disjointed thoughts and images we get from him. At least for now. You do not possess the necessary skills, and they will only serve to cloud your thoughts. Especially when we're still far from your stated goal of releasing your [Talent]. It'll take a great deal more time and power before you are ready for that.]'

'[Yes, teacher! I will.]'

As the combined group of women filed to the underground hot-springs for some much needed rest and relaxation, a part of Evileye thought it both amazing and reassuring that one as powerful as Madara once had a family. That his beginning could have been as mundane as hers, even if she felt that there was still much more to his story than she or even her new mentor knew...

...

It was dusk atop the Brightness Dragon Lord's Citadel as he stood impatiently within his compound's Aery in his hybrid human/draconic form with arms folded. While his latest "ally" was hardly late, he did not like having to operate under someone else's time and whims. While this vexed him greatly, he could not deny some of the benefits that came with this newest alliance. (A/N:CH.23)

"Oh, do keep calm, my sweet~. This will be over before you know it."

A smooth, coquettish voice laced with amusement chimed in to his right as the smiling face of a female humanoid caught the corner of his eye. She was Nebulia, an exotic beauty of one of the many merfolk races, most often referred to as a "Siren". Very rare, and why she was another member of his harem. A mixture of normal teeth and fangs protruded from her ruby-red lips as her smile lit a fire in his cheeks.

Her "hair" was a bright reddish-pink coloration that was an odd mix of lustrous fair fibers with another outer layer of strands that at a distance looked like thin seaweed. But upon closer inspection, were closer to thin appendages with fins capable of independently moving. Her "ears" were of a slightly darker coloration and once again looked more like fins, angling upwards like a long-eared elf. Several sets of bright red fins cascaded down her back like sets of wings that would expand outward is she so wished.

Her beautiful "skin" was a veritable kaleidoscope of color, that flowed across her form like stripes, ranging from fluorescent green to light and dark blues, with strips of pink that often blended together under the right light. This only served to enhance her very feminine figure which was sparsely adorned with a necklace of bright orange seashells, emerald-green leafy seaweed, and sky-blue pearls. Similar adornments were wrapped around her wrists, contrasting upon the fins of her forearms.

Her moderate bosom was contained by a two-piece top of an emerald-green, coral-like material that shined like jewels under magical illumination. It was complimented by a skirt that was held in place by a similar material, with a bright-red material that matched her fins, stopping just above her knees. Stockings of seafoam-green trailed up her legs, highlighted by her protruding fins on her calves. Completing her exotics looks were streams of water that actively circled her like rings around a planet.

He liked her for not only her feminine wiles, but her cunning and her what some would call "amoral" or twisted personality. There are those that might even call her evil, but he did not care either way. Above all she was still loyal to him, and could always count on her to get whatever tasks he gave her done.

"She's right you know. You are far too tense, my lord. Breath easy. It shall be all over before you know it. Then we'll happily be able to relax you later on tonight after this bit of business is concluded~."

To his left was Ing'borga Dakuna, his second-in-command and leader of his personal harem, who once again helped to stir his lusts with her graceful demeanor and soft voice. She was there to watch the arrival of Madara and his fellow Dragon Lords via magic, and has been indispensable in reorganizing things within his Citadel to meet his allies' unexpected demands.

'What a bother...' He thought with annoyance as he sighed.

"Oi, would ya' stop with all that mopin' and shite? I worked my finely shaped arse off to get this weird weapon done on time. At least be happy 'bout what we achieved 'ere." A crass yet still feminine voice chimed in from behind Ing'borga.

The group's final member was a shapely woman with sun-kissed tanned skin, eyes like yellow diamonds with the left-eye having a singular scar running down the middle from her forehead down to her cheek, and long crimson-red hair with pink highlights to the sides and front, tied in a single braid. A womanly physique of toned muscle throughout her whole body was equal parts powerful and alluring.

A considerable bosom was barely contained in a blacksmith's apron, wearing little else than leather boots and women's underwear. Upon both sides of her hips were three claw-mark tattoos of magenta coloration curving with their shape. Then suddenly a wolf-like tail came into view as it swayed in annoyance, and as she removed a bandana upon her head, wolf-like ears came into view as she buffed up her cheeks in a pout.

This was the final member of Brelzronth Oriculus' personal harem and his Citadel's Chief Craftswoman, Lathilda Stirba. The female werewolf caught his attention not long after he had actually founded the Dragon Kingdom 200-years to the day. Being extremely blunt and to-the-point with a rough-edged honesty, you were always guaranteed an honest response from her, whether you liked it or not. Frankly, he found it refreshing.

"Ah, yes. You're right my dear. Maybe this is just vexing me more than I would like to admit." Brelzronth said with a humorous chuckle.

"Meh. Well, get over it. You still got three lovely ladies ready and willin' to get pounded by that thunder cock o' yours, so just swallow yer ridiculous pride, and we'll swallow the rest." She pointedly replied with a dismissive shrug as the other two women stifled their blooming laughter.

"Hah! Fair enough. And even I have to admit, it was a fascinating experience for us all to help fashion such an... unusual weapon." The transformed Brightness Dragon Lord said in good humor.

Glancing at the large object wrapped in velvet-red cloth that Lathilda held in her left-hand, Brelzronth Oriculus begrudgingly had to admit that Madara's commission was an interesting one. Rare was the project that stimulated him on an intellectual level, and motivated him to give it his all, but on this occasion it was a welcomed change of pace in his usual day-to-day. Even if it chafed his draconic pride to be at someone else's call...

"...Ah, speaking of whom..."

Both he and Ing'borga sensed Madara's arrival first, as it was picked up by his Citadel's magical defenses. In a flash of high-speed movement, he appeared as if he teleported into the aery. And all at once his his innate draconic treasure senses felt like they were on fire! Unlike before when the man arrived with his brethren in tow, Madara was now completely clad in YGGDRASIL items!

"Hruk! Tsk!"

The Brightness Dragon Lord winced as his senses were going wild at Madara's presence. It wasn't like he had never been around valuable YGGDRASIL items before. Indeed, he even had a few among his collection. No, it was like the items' and Madara's power had begun to merge together, supercharging each other in one harmonious whole.

'This is absurd! The man was already powerful enough without those items, but now...?'

As Brelzronth clenched his jaw shut in shock and frustration, he took a moment to look upon Nebulia and Lathilda, and saw that they were equally shocked at the aura that this man gave off. Of course, it was only natural. This was after all their very first meeting, and realized that his and Ing'borga's descriptions likely did NOT do him justice. Just as it appeared that this oppressive silence would go on...

"Ahem~! Welcome to our abode, Lord Madara Uchiha. It is a pleasure to see you again."

Ing'borga was the first among them to recompose herself after the initial shock, and all at once the others in her company awoke themselves from their stupor. The Dragon Lord then breathed a calming sigh, once again thankful for her presence, and again glad that she was his second. If he believed in such a thing, he might marry her on the spot.

The other women likewise were able to calm themselves, equally thankful for Ing'borga for her grace and wisdom under pressure. However, the most shocking things thus far was to see Madara giving her a solemn head-bow. He had learned enough of the man's personality to recognize the significance of the gesture.

'This is... respect...'

Despite the mixed feelings this brought about, more than anything else Brelzronth welled up with pride that one of his prized "possessions" had garnered such a reaction from Madara. He could not help but smile as he then spoke up in relaxed fashion.

"I'm sure you'll be pleased to know that we managed to complete your rather unusual commission, and in record time I might add."

"Umu... I had every confidence that would be the case." Madara stoically replied.

The Brightness Dragon Lord perked a brow at this as he thought to himself.

'I cannot tell if that is genuine praise or if he is mocking me... How vexing.'

Setting aside his disquiet for a moment, he motioned to Lathilda to hand over the item she possessed. With a sigh and body language that easily stated, "What a bother", she leisurely sauntered over to Madara, who still sported an unreadable expression. Once she came over to him, she effortlessly lifted the oversized item above her head as she unwrapped it with smooth, precise movements.

With a flourish she effortlessly twirled the cloth into a neatly folded pile next to her, revealing a polearm-type weapon that was as tall as she was when held vertically. To say it was an "unconventional" weapon would be an understatement. It looked more like a giant, gourd-shaped fan than a weapon. As Madara took it, he could not help but allow his expression to soften as he gazed upon the newest incarnation of his old weapon.

The polearm portion running through the middle was a dark, metallic navy-blue color that positively shimmered under the magical illumination. The obsidian-black outline of the "fan" was so dark it would appear to be a void where no light would reflect if one was not paying careful attention. The six patterned tomoe symbols decorated the same positions as his old weapon, but within a sea of creamy crimson.

A satisfied smile broke Madara's stoic exterior as he allowed a silver of his Chakra to flow into the weapon, revealing circuit-like patterns that shined with a subtle blue tint, that then shifted into orange. It was like his power was the weapon's life-blood, filling its veins and arteries with vitality and strength. Even with his gauntlets, the raised indents on the handle meshed with them like two halves of a puzzle-piece.

And again, he could not help but smile...

"Huh. You're an odd one, but I know the look of a satisfied customer."

Lathilda nonchalantly commented as she casually watched his reactions with hands interlaced behind her head. Making her ample bosom press forward through her apron as if it were not something to be concerned with. Madara's brow appeared to upwardly perk for a moment, before then returning to his neutral expression.

"Yes, it is exceptional work. Lathilda, is it? You have my gratitude." Madara said in that same disciplined tone that betrayed little.

With a shrug of her shoulders the female werewolf blacksmith smiled as she turned to return to her group. But before she could Madara's deep tones once again reverberated through the air.

"Just a moment, girl."

With that prompting she turned around with a puzzled look as she brusquely spoke.

"Hm? Yes? What is it? If you want a tumble you'll have to talk to goldie first."

"..."

At her reply Madara's expression went flat as he sighed through his nose, with his left-palm covering the left side of his face. Though his reaction was conservative, it became clear that her comment gave him a moment of exasperation. Brelzronth could not help but be amused by this turn of events. It seems that his concubine's complete lack of a filter in her words and actions had caught even this paragon of a man off-guard. And it appeared Madara realized this as he looked upon her with an unamused expression.

"No, that's not what I was going to ask you. Keep such things to yourself."

"Meh. Can't promise nothing. So, what'd you want to know?" She flatly asked with a nonchalant shrug.

To everyone's surprise Madara appeared to ignore her demeanor entirely as he spoke in a neutral tone.

"I can tell it was by your hand that this weapon was forged. An impressive feat to have crafted such a thing relying on little more than blueprints and written instruction. How were you able to achieve such a thing?"

"Meh. With grit, determination, and plain ol' stubborness. I won't say it wuz easy. Your order was a royal pain in my arse but good ol' ingenuity won out in the end." She replied with a nonchalant shrug.

"Hmph... Your humble attitude does you credit. Since I'm sure your [Talent] likely had a hand in assisting you." Madara plainly stated.

"Huh. Good eye you have there. Yeah, I got a [Talent] related to my craft, but I ain't sharing what that is. Not wit'out goldie's say-so." Lathilda resorted with a smirk.

"Nor did I ask. But it is just as well that your skills compliments it."

"Yeah, I'm aware some [Talent Holders] get saddled with occupations that don't mesh well wit' 'em. I'm just glad that I ain't one o' them. Huh. I guess I owe ya' in a way. Yer commission sucked to work on, but it's the good kinda suck. It gave us all ideas we never woulda' thought overwise. I'm kinda excited to see wut I come up with after this."

"..."

Madara's gaze seemed to bore into her soul as they locked eyes, and although it was an unnerving experience, Lathilda did not waver as she maintained contact. All of her instincts were telling her to back away from this monster of a man as electricity ran up and down the lengths of her spine. Just as she felt her nerve was failing her, he simply nodded in satisfaction before turning on his heel to leave.

"Though your manners need work, be proud of your skills girl. Continue honing your craft. One day, I may call upon you again."

With that, Madara took three steps before disappearing in a flash. It was then that Lathilda gasped as if she were suffocating as she bent over, with hands on her knees for support. Breaking out in a sweat as she tried to compose herself, she understood why her master ended up joining that man's alliance, despite his complaints.

"Yeeesh... What the hell's up with him? It's like the very air wuz crushin' me."

"Hm, that it was, and I'd be lying if I said it wasn't entertaining.~" The Siren Nebulia said mirthfully as a stream of cool water grazed the werewolf's brow.

"Hmph~! 'Guess I'll thank you for that one. Whew~! Kinda' intense." She blithely said as she seemed to recover.

"Indeed. Perhaps you'll take this as an abject lesson to begin developing some social graces~?" Ing'borga teased with a friendly smile.

"Pffft~! Maybe, maybe not. But first-things-first..."

With an irritated puff of her cheeks, she abruptly turned on her heel. Grabbing the arm of a bemused Brelzronth, who allowed himself to be dragged along, she then groused with reddened cheeks.

"Come on, thunder cock~! I'm all stressed out now and I need release."

"Hehehe... Who is answerable to whom now?" Brelzronth said as he playfully chuckled.

"Oh, shut it~! And you better slay these cheeks like a godsdamned demon god slayer!"

"Hahahahahaha! When you say it like that, as you wish, milady."

The Brightness Dragon Lord's mirthful laughter echoed as he continued to allow himself to be dragged away. Meanwhile, as Nebulia and Ing'borga share jovial smiles as they slowly followed behind. As they did Nebulia spoke with a cunning smirk and glint in her eyes.

"Well, that was most unexpected. And I must wonder if you and the master deliberately withheld a few details about this man called Madara, so as to gauge our reactions."

"Hm~? Always the suspicious one I see. There's no need for that. It was simply a matter of not being able to adequately explain it without seeing for one's self." Ing'borga replied in a casual manner.

"Yes, I suppose that's fair. And I must admit, he's quite the intriguing specimen."

"And? You thoughts, Nebulia?"

"The man is a paragon of mankind to be sure. He is no fool, and isn't given to surrender to the more base aspects of sentient life. Neither lust nor greed will move him. I believe any attempt at manipulation will end in failure. He's too disciplined and goal-focused for that. But you already knew all this, didn't you~?"

"I suspected as much, yes. Though thankfully he seems rather earnest and genuine in regards to this alliance with our master, so I'm reasonably certain we have nothing to fear. Only serving to gain. So long as he isn't provoked."

"I agree. But what about Rhitta? Surely she'll seek this man out so as to be free of our master, no?" Nebulia asked not with concern, but with a cunning smile.

"Oh, there's no doubt, but worry not. Whatever happens it will up to her to win her own freedom." Ing'borga replied with a chuckle.

"Ah, and here I though I was the one with the twisted personality."

"There's no question your personality is twisted. I simply point out the facts. She's one of the few among our master's favorites who isn't here by choice. So whether or not she is able to win her freedom, should be quite interesting to see. Now then, let us catch up. We wouldn't want out dear Lathilda to have our master all to herself~."

The two women shared friendly laughter amongst themselves as day turned to night, and the halls leading to the Brightness Dragon Lord's bedchambers echoed with sounds of rapturous howling...

...

Within the Deep Darkness Dragon Lord's treasury, the obsidian-colored dragon lazed about like a contented cat as he conserved his energy. Suddenly, a familiar presence suddenly teleported within its gilded halls, rousing him to full wakefulness.

"Madara." He dispassionately greeted.

"Dy'vom." The Ghost of the Uchiha stoically replied.

The Dragon Lord was about to return to his rest, when his senses registered a new item within the confines of his treasury. It was not only valuable, but powerful and somehow more dangerous than the duel YGGDRASIL weapons sheathed upon Madara's back. Just as he mulled on how that was possible, recognition flashed within his eyes.

"Ooh? I see that your little errand was a success."

"Hm... Indeed. It was a pleasant surprise to learn that Brightness has such capable and skilled individuals at his disposal. I do not care for his proclivities, I cannot deny that he has brought together talented individuals as a result."

At this the pitch-black Dragon Lord could only heartily chuckle, his voice taking on the sound of rolling thunder as he spoke.

"Hah-hah-hah... Then you have done more than most. There is a reason why the vast majority of my brethren keep their distance from that deviant. But even I must agree. To have someone so skilled as to create such a formidable weapon from little more than the instructions you passed along, with the rare resources from this treasury? It is a not inconsiderable accomplishment."

"I agree. It seems we both can appreciate well made weapons." Madara said with a subtle hint of a smirk, before his features became blank again.

"So then, what brings you here? I doubt it was to show off your latest prize." Dy'vom matter-of-factly said.

"You are correct. The lambs will soon be led to slaughter, and I must prepare before the appointed time of their departure."

"Oh? Does this mean you found wheat among the chaff?" The Dragon Lord asked in mild curiosity.

"Yes, that is so. Four of those Workers are weaklings as they are now, but cultivation through [Ninshu] and the Dragon Kingdom's war should make them useful. One of my clones has already inserted itself as a member of their team." Madara concisely stated.

"Hrm? How curious... If that is truly all, then why are you so... introspective?"

Dy'vom levied his query with narrowed eyes and skepticism clear in his vocal tone. This elicited little more than a perked brow as Madara replied with that same monotone the Dragon Lord had come to expect.

"Hmph... Truly, you have grown skilled at picking up on my state of mind, but no matter. I will not deny that one of them has garnered my attention for... personal reasons."

Dy'vom tilted his head curiously at this small hint the normally distant Madara allowed to him. Then he could only lightly chuckle. What an odd dynamic that had developed between them after all this time.

"Is that so? Then perhaps they should be grateful. Whoever they are... Ah, that actually reminds me. In a curious coincidence, the Dragon Kingdom's Queen will have a mission for the Concern during the Workers' excursion in the Re-Estize Kingdom."

"Oh? A curious coincidence indeed..." Madara said with a hint of sarcasm in his usually stoic voice.

"I see we're of like mind... And now I understand. You're here for the [World Item]." Dy'vom grimly stated.

"I am indeed. If what Benkei has told us is accurate, and those Workers truly are being led to their dooms in Nazarick, only the power of a [World Item] will allow my clones to escape from that place with them."

"Clones? Plural? Aaaah, I see now. You still have not been able to resonate with the dormant clone you smuggled into that grain." (A/N:CH.14)

"That is correct. But now with all that we have learned, a possible solution presents itself."

"Hrm... Just be cautious. The Player I defeated warned me of just how dangerous that [World Item] is. If used incorrectly..." Dy'vom warned with a deathly serious edge to his voice, before Madara rose a hand to forestall him.

"I am aware of the risks, but after training with YGGDRASIL items and gear, I've learned how to 'borrow' their power. This will be no different, so long as I only hold on to it. If what Benkei said is accurate."

A weary sigh escaped Dy'vom's maw as he then spoke in resignation.

"I have learned that there is little point in trying to dissuade you, once you've chosen your course. Very well. The vault to one of the [Twenty] shall be opened to you. Just... be careful."

With a wordless nod, and a look in his eyes Dy'vom recognized as respect, Madara then turned to open a nearby vault that was the most heavily warded within his treasury. In any other circumstance he would not have allowed such a dangerous item out of his sight, but Madara had long ago earned his confidence. And if prompted to be honest, he would have to admit that he was immensely curious to see how events would play out.

...

A/N: Hey there true believerz~! Sorry for the LONG wait. Details are in my Bio update, but suffice it to say, IRL's been kicking me in the balls. Things have gotten a tad better, but aren't back to 100%. One piece of good news; I've got the next chapter mapped out, so unless something ELSE goes wrong, I should have the next out relatively quickly. But we'll see what happens. Until then, take care of yourselves and see you next time~!