The room was then silent as the Vampires await the words of the mortal men in the front rows. The German General stands up, fixing his uniform and tie.
"Hallo. I'm Generalleutnant HerrErdinger or known as Herr Ruger. I've come today to present our biggest thanks to the Vampire Kingdom and also, to work with your higher ups in forging a new path for us. Not like the people of this land, we've come from a foreign world. Your history doesn't matter to us, but what does matter is finding a common ground to our differing cultures and traditions and species. Our goal here is make friends, not threaten or start a war. And we hope that everyone in this room will be able to understand where we're coming from and create a middle ground where we could all meet. Danke."
Everyone claps and nods. Agreeing with the Germanic man. After a few hours of back to back talk between the two species, she heads back to her wagon. But not before seeing a man in the street selling red handkerchiefs. She exits out of the golden fences of the massive Castle and to greet the young man with roses and handkerchiefs.
"Oh my, Countess Minuit!"
"Please, do call me Lady Alana, or Alana if you will."
"Hm! How may I be of service to you missus?"
The Vampire bows neatly in his tunic and armored leather pants. Respecting the Noble woman.
"I'd like to have one handkerchief please."
"Of course." He starts displaying them, to see if one catches her taste though all of them were of the same color. "What kind of man is he?"
"Eh?"
"Weren't you doing this to wish for your man's safe return?"
"Ahhhhh.... Well. He's a bit of an oddball but very kind."
"Hmm... what about this one with the flowery design?"
Hundreds of kilometers away, Paul is practicing his revolver tricks, spinning his gun like a cowboy while the carriage enters a rundown town with trees overgrowing its buildings full of differing species of humanoids. The snow blanketed its dirty look as strange and intimidating adventurers go on with their daily lives. Preparing for the long winter and people were outside, taking in the change of weather and scenery. Zergel goes to the Town Tavern, stopping there to get some food.
"Lady, take the man with you."
"Would it be fine to move him around?"
"Yes and it would be better to have him with us. People here aren't really the most respectable when it comes to humans. Most of all, ones that smell as civilized as him."
"And the carriage?"
"It's parked right outside where we can see it the entire time we're inside."
Bahamut proceeded to go around, looking at Paul who was blankly spinning his revolver, visibly depressed and tired, she helped him up and they entered the tavern. Setting him down on the table next to a window overlooking their carriage. She leans down to the height of his emotionless face as he holds his wound.
"Are you fine?"
"Hurting, need sleep, and I wanna just rest."
She holds his hand, wrapping her long slender fingers around his. This immediately prompts Paul's heart to start racing, feeling her soft and warm palm. He looks up and they're faces are inches from one another.
"Believe me, we'll make it. Just a few more days. Please hold out Master."
"D-don't worry. I will."
He visibly blushes as he smells her flowery scent.
YOU ARE READING
Army of the Damned
General Fiction"The objective here is to return home. By any means necessary." An Isekai about Politics, Strategy and War. Players of Dark World, a Full Dive VR game suddenly got teleported into the world of Threa. Our cast of people, found and recuited by a luckl...
