Army of the Damned

VOLUME 13 Chapter 4

As the afternoon star lowers itself on the horizon, nearing the top of the walls. The city was still bustling, with many people outside of varying degrees of cloth thickness. Though many opt for a basic tunic and a few in there thicker hide jackets.

Uphead, the man notices a carriage was parked on the side of the road and was being flanked by women in droves. Elizabeth and Alana both quickly got ahead of him and joined the crowd while he and Seiness with Bahamut stopped a bit far.

After a few minutes, the two Vampires came back with the Queen's hands rudely scrounging around Alana's skirt pocket. "Don't tell me you don't have any currency, Countess." She shrugs at her. "Your Majesty, I was planning on checking the exchange rate tomorrow as more cargo is delivered into the city." the blonde just sighs. "Use Teleportation Magic. It's an Outworlder's carriage. She should be able to accept foreign currency." Alana then looks to Jackson, his hands crossed as a confused expression marks his face.

"Exactly what's happening here?"

"Her Majesty wishes to buy some Makeup."

"Eh? Why? You two are already the epitome of beauty." Both Alana and Elizabeth blushed a bit before snapping out of it. "N-Not like that, My Lord! Beauty should never be limited. Makeup is a good way to see if it can help us become even more beautiful!" the man just facepalms. "Alright. Use Teleportation Magic. BUT keep it hidden please."

Alana quickly went into the shade and teleported in her more rugged brown long skirt. Something that a commoner would wear. Going into its pockets, she finds a handful of Bronze and Silver coins in the currency of Aeralous. "Haaaaa... would she accept this?" Elizabeth quickly laid her hands on the Countess' shoulders and peeked over her to see the coins. "Very well! Let us get in line!" Without notice, the two joined the crowd of women. Leaving the man to take care of the Dragon and Priestess.

Barging their way to the carriage. Alana presents the coin which the female owner of the carriage nods to while Jackson yawns on the sidelines. Him having to walk to the curb. Seeing that it's clean and doesn't smell at all. He sat down on it. Noticing that on the other side of the street, Young and Middle Aged men were idling by themselves. Some exchanging stories and needless chatter as they'd occasionally look to the carriage and then back to whatever they were talking about. "Don't tell me this is going to take long? Uggghhh..." Bahamut who in her Human form just rests her head on his shoulder.

"Don't worry, Master. At least you can rest your feet a bit."

"Haaaaa... I guess."

Suddenly, Elizabeth rests her hands on the shoulders of Seiness and Bahamut. "Oy, what's the two of you doing here? Come on now, there is a discount if you have your friends with you." The Priestess, curious herself of the buzz around the carriage, immediately stands up. The Dragon on the other hand is not budging a bit.

"Bahamut!"

"What? I'm not in need of any cosmetics. My Human face is already beautiful enough."

"Even then! You must test out other combinations! You'll never know, you might find a style that fits you. Seiness, what do you think fits her?"

"Hmmmm... I guess something red, Miss Carmilla."

"Good suggestion! I just saw some stuff that might fit her. Come on, Bahamut."

Without letting her say anything, the Queen drags the Dragon to the crowd of women. Leaving Jackson all alone as he fiddles with his thumbs and then looks up to the skies with an empty head and no discernible expression on his face except a neutral one. "Haaaaaah... we would be in the Manor now... but I guess it's better to do it tomorrow. Please take your time." Knowing he won't be facing anything scary today, he relaxes a bit and slouches down. Deflating as he thinks about what just transpired that busy day.