The Reborn Witch had a nice 'Tea Time' with the Dragon Queen today
Chapter 63: The Queen’s Mercy, The Hero’s Coming

Chapter 63: The Queen’s Mercy, The Hero’s Coming

In the royal castle that smelled of gold instead of stains from the undead, a buzzing discussion coiled the throne room. The human Queen Elsara groaned with her head tilted, her crown unbearbly weighted among her browny hair that hued silvers of royalty, as she glared at the buzzing subjects below from her throne, surrounding a table placed upon with a white globe collared by silvers, stained black could seen in one ciricular spot and spreading in an alarming rate, a foretelling of the utter dangers the Holy Town of Rouen is currently facing.

"My Queen." Chandelier Forsak bowed her waist, his eyes glaring into the panicky subjects surrounding him before her gaze softened into a stern look for her niece. "The Town of Rouen, as you can see, is in great danger. Yet as we discussed, the Dragon Queen and the Tyrant Slayer were both at the scene. We should hand this matter to them as we prepared immediately for supplies and materials for relief of the citizens and destroyed structures from within."

"Chandelier Forsak...you opinion is valid, and yet..." The Queen frowned, the other servants of the royal houses nodding, each with thorned agenda or sugar-coated loyalty, only some with a geniune scowl. "We cannot hand this matter entirely to the Dragons, Chandelier Forsak. Alice....already threw a meteor at the elders, further reliance would only tip humanity’s relationship backwards for the dragonkinds."

"An excellent observation, my Queen. Yet advocates for troops would be too slow otherwise." Chandelier Forsak nodded with reluctance. "Our Kingdom of Alakarans sat towards the edges, where, across the Northern Iceland, the Holy Kingdom is eyeing us with their suspicions. The Beast Fieldom is ever eager with their advances from further West. Advocating troops would be a taunt for our borders to be invaded in the name of crisis management."

"The Eastern Draconic Empire of Tamara would not accept such an excuse, Chandelier Forsak." The Queen retorted, her patience waning with each tap on her throne. "I could understand not sending troops and prioritising administrations of supplies, but still too slow and would only catch the Dragon’s eyes for plundering every golds and artifacts we have."

So, the Queen, with a resolute stare, closed her eyes as she formulated each player on the chessboard, the chessboard she played with Alice earlier clucked in her mind, as a tug of playful smile curled at her lips.

"So, I have an excellent proposal." The Queen’s light tone, unbefitting the stingy tension, was echoing the chamber. "We will donate seconds of a magic showcase from Alice to the Magic Towers of the East. In return, we must ask for <accountant’s matches> and the grand transportation that would have cost us more."

"My Queen...I’m afraid the hero would never agree to...affairs far below her." The chandelier had a wry smile, the shocked expressions from others contorted as they frantically nodded, the hero’s infamy for selfishness and pettiness scarring everyone in the room. One random bearded noble still yelled for his mansion to be rebuilt, not satisfied with how Alice melted his home for the ’suspicion’ that the innocent him housing demons.

"With our relationship, it is possible. And." The Queen put an index finger for her lips. "More than that, I have a wager Alice would....keenly agree to. And who knows, I never intend to set a deadline for the showcases."

"...as intellegent as always, my ni-my Queen..." An exasperated sigh came from the chandelier as others gulped, the hero that ended almost all of the demons 2 years ago, at the mercy of the Queen’s fingertip.

The Queen merely chuckled, however, as she anticipated once again, for many, many different times where Alice would sway her hands in panic, yelling unfairness from her tasty, plump lips.

For now, however, her loosened gaze was marred by the scowl, the blackened stain on the globe ever a present threat for the Kingdom. Her hand stretched, faltered before grasping into a fist, a certain automaton waitress’s wide smile glinting in her memory, before her sentiment rellasped back just as her hand did on the throne. She would hand this matter over to the Dragon Queen and the Witch Demond, so...may she pray that passing Andriod is unharmed in the ordeal. A silent prayer was left behind as her lips further distributed orders, preparing for the implications behind the Dragon Queen’s flavour upon defending the Town of Rouen.

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"It’s over...my dignity...my daughtership...uh, I don’t want my bum bum hit..."

How in the hell is she still moping? It’s just a peek to her father...The Dragon Elder Alfina narrowed her ridiculed gaze at the ’fetal’ Alice, still curled up amidst the debris. The other dragon elders have gone about their businesses to calm down other unsettled kins for the friendly welcome by Alice, as Yasen stayed as per Alfina’s request, the elder’s scowl deepening further and further as if it could burrow her thoughts into the hero.

The Collesium that smelled of frosts and cracked marbled dusts had finally some...recovery. Alfina glanced at the half-broken table in the middle of collapsed debris, dusting woods chipping at the edges. Yes, that’s all the recovery from Alice’s local-friendly meteor, but <Wood’s Concur> that shared Adrei’s vision is all they ever needed. Alfina sighed as she leaned forward, her palm stretched to relay mana that surged through her veins, as a familiar screen once again set alit, a crack that drew rainbows on the edge ever a pressing reminder of how she needed to ask for compensation for this messy trouble.

"Hm? Gar-gargolytes?!"

Alfina’s eyes widened, visions of Adrei’s claw tearing one before bolting to another, with occasional icicles spraying from within filling the screen. Alice’s ’demon-sensitive’ ears perked up, her exhaustion of shame immediately tided backwards into resolution as she glared at Alfina, before her pupils locked on to the screen behind.

"...huh. So, a mass attack? I thought those weak, blooded undead would have something new, but all to just cling onto another stronger one like the parasites they always are. How boring."

Her knees stood, her weeping figure tinged only with redness at her pupils’ edge, as frosty decor surging from her tiny frame, a yelp sounding in a distance by the ashen-eyed Yasen, whose back was cowering against a corner of another debris.

"Then, there’s no time to waste. We can’t afford the vampires and gargolytes’ joint attack to come to fruition." Alfina stared at Yasen’s curled-up frame, her grey hair and round cheeks ever a stark contrast to how much intellegence her cute-hamster-looking brain contains. "Yasen, prepare your Dragon form. It might be painful to maintain continuous flights and <invisibility> at the same time, but I believe in you."

"Ah! H-how about...please no..." The teary eyes begged the azure’s calm gaze, then to the smiley sadistic blues suddenly right beside her, which hitched her throat another yelp.

"It’s urgent, Yasen. I know...my ways to complete restructure your body forcefully might be a bit rough, but...." The hero Alice petted her head, the tenderness paired with the curved eyes and lips unbelied the terrors that was about to descend upon the poor, stuttering Yasen.

"Uh-uh..."

Please, at least be gentle...a ’yabai’ quote was sounded like a character in a doujin, as Alice patted her shoulder as if the assilant’s kindness would reassure her victim. Yasen’s silent scream escaped her mouth as her entire body tore apart on itself, veins melting and remolded with icy thorns, as her skins was stitched with fabrics of glaicial glitters. Alice’s intense mana colluded with hers in the drumming heartbeats, as the very structure of her bones coiled on themselves. The mage Dragon didn’t relent but instead embraced it, the heartbeat in sync with each pulse of pain as it coursed both manas into a perfect harmony, the thorns finally retracting sharpness with smoothness, and the fabrics on her skin was covered instead of being stitched.

An amazed chortle from Alice escaped, Yasen’s control over her own mana is second only to her father after all. A perfect foil for someone like her to calm down her rampent power. As Yasen’s eyes slowly opened, exhaustion fluttering in her brows, Alice glanced at the screen as the gargalytes were torn to shreds and pieces, excitement for a little ’sport’ finally fuelling her after a long long time, melding a well cauldron with the anticipation to meet her father once again.

"Now then, Yasen?" She stared at the ashen eyed dragon, transparent skins now tinting her scales as she whimpered out of the roughness from Alice’s ’mercy’, the ptsd ringing at her again with an exhausted nod as a response. Please hurt me no more, I already did what you asked. is what the hero can study from that gesture she has seen a thousand times in the war.

"Well then," the hero smirked, frosty hues scattering as it swirled dusts into the sky, as if to declare a hero’s coming. "Let us go at it again, like old times."

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