The Reborn Witch had a nice 'Tea Time' with the Dragon Queen today
Chapter 81: After the Glacier Melts – A Dragon’s Promise and a Vampire’s Return

Chapter 81: After the Glacier Melts – A Dragon’s Promise and a Vampire’s Return

"...even when you’re asleep, you remain cuter than a snowflake, my love."

The Dragon Queen let out an exhausted chuckle, her claw were completely chipped away as the fleshes’ tips were marred by frostbites, her scales no longer flared fiery mana or steams, and her arms limped even as she petted Demond’s head on her thigh, who was now mumbling and sleeping in peace.

At least...it is finally over. Adrei glanced at the clear sky now dangling a moon, raining pillars of gracefulness rather than glitters of absolute carnage. Her scaled dome had been completely ripped to shreds, cracks couldn’t even begin to describe the massive gaps that had given out here and there, no doubt allowing the frost pollens to fall all over the town. Well...Alice happened, and the Dragon did her best. She decided not to blame herself for what’s to come.

The Dragon Queen stared at the witchs dried, bloodied lips which opened and closed, a groan in-between each gasp. Don’t touch the cabbages, she grumbled. At least leave the potatoes alone for your practice, she pleaded. Adrei blinked as she plafully played with the witch’s whimpering lips. It must be another one of Alice’s ’little’ prank, just as the ’little glacier explosion’ she dropped on the town.

For a moment, the Peacekeeper inside her had adjusted priorities. How much will the human Queen compensate after this? How will the relationship between Dragons and Humans escalate after the incident of Rouen? But...as the husband to Demond, as she swiped and pinched the sand-like glossiness of her Witch, the Dragon Queen couldn’t wait instead for a reward for both of thier efforts instead.

What came before peace, after all...was always her savior, Demond, the one who brought her out of the Tyrant’s way, the one who journeyed across the battlefield to meet her wraith alone, the one who embodied the true ideals for what a ’Peace’ should be in the form of a beautiful wife.

...ah...maybe a taste wouldn’t hurt?

Adrei shook her head, for she was not a hungry demon that would violate a cute priestess in her sleep. As her draconic irises stared at Demond’s cute peaceful face, her huffing-puffiing chests, and the little feet out from her skirt...she couldn’t wait till the waking moment to claim her again.

...come to think of it, there is the promise to touch upon the cavern’s sweetness, didn’t she? A teasing smile curled up from the Dragon’s lips, for she thought of a plan to relieve them both from the recent, unjusted conflict forced upon them.

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Adil’s knees buckled as she clung to them, before her waist cackled even more than during her ’old hag’ form. Is it age? Or duty as the protector of Rouen that heavied upon her?

...ney. Adil narrowed her glance upon the absolute frozen wasteland that is now her town. This...this absolute bullshit she had to deal with is her sole concern right now in the protector’s mind.

Every buildings were perfectly intact, if not for the rooftops, walls, windows or doors being all gliterring frosts painted the white walls of Rouen. Ah, and the runes? Remember the runes that housed the vampires’ ashes? They were trembling. That’s right, the words themselves were trembling, even moreso than when Adil carved their ashes into being part of the town, for they had the fortune to face directly the hero’s wrath AGAIN by leisurely being scripted everywhere in the town, so naturally, the frosts froze the words first, a second coming of annihilation from the hero the vampires and demons within never, ever asked for.

Adil sighed, a weird sympathy scrambling in her mind for her old enemy, something the past avenger never would have thought of. Well, in front of absolute power and devastation, all is equal in dealing with Alice’s crap. It seems her old friend’s widsom once again didn’t fail its expectation, if only she would look further that she is housing a literal embodiment of walking collateral damage.

The Druid narrowed her eyes as she glanced up, traces of her battle against the frost pollens could be found...in the air, as she threw items that failed and met the frost pollen. A silver pallet, an intricate box of gem, a staff, a silver sword, a diamond necklace, a child’s doll...these are merely examples, as a bundle of scattered items froze mid-air in the street, like a weird charade of ice carnival, except the carnival is made under the innocent’s cry for losing their wealth.

Children’s cries filled the street as adults huddled them calmly, whispering ’you’ll get used to it.’ Adil gawked at the sight, before taking a deep breath again to calm herself.

Now, Rouen is truly, utterly in an emergency.

With the frozen pranks that Alice has recklessly sprayed, now her town lacked three things: Warmth, food and drinks, as well as the means to produce these three needs. Of course, many towns, anticipating this situation, have actually set up ’Emergency Supplies Against Alice’s Assault’ for this exact situation, but none ever could accurately assess the situation for a destruction that happened, may Adil quote, ’occasionally’.

The Druid Elder scoffed. Right, as if those selfish bastards from Royal Court wasn’t smeared shit by Alice before. One of them even had their whole town scattering, yes, scattering into snowflakes because ’it ran amok with (a few) demons’. Right, now that she thought about it, isn’t there a possiblity for corruption? Maybe they hoarded all the wealths solely, like ’Insurance Funds’ Demond suggested to Adil once?

"...regardless, this is still bullshit." Cursing for a millionth time for this week, the Elder let out a deep sigh.

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In a frozen forest far away, where it is frozen leaves and branches which hovered the air instead of valuables and children’s toys, a lone red silk fluttered in the wind.

Then upon arriving a clearing with a large frozen pond, that silk twirled and extended, like silk of fate weaving out something into existence. That silk grew longer and longer, before it grew to a familiar cocoon.

And with a crack, a lone figure fell out to the grasses glittering with ice, her red hair fluttering for a sign of corruption undone, her shuffling red eyes as she was about to be awaken a telltale sign of homecoming, mirroring to the Druid Elder.

And the avenger blinked, then blinked again. For a moment, she assumed herself to be trapped in an abyss of ice, a fitting punishment to exploit the young hero’s mana to carve out her own origin from her body, yet the sensation...or rather, the familiar lack of sensation marred her skin, her heartbeat...now finally, finally ceased to beat.

Her finger dug into the ice which remained unbudged under her solemn reflection, for the ressurrection that was just and unjust at the same time. She was denied her final death, her reunion with her mother, yet the sovereign’s final thoughts before she was frozen...echoed a symphony in her tinkering, sullied pool that was now her thoughts.

Perhaps...just one more time, like the Sovereign told her. Manasseh stood up from the ground, glancing upon the frozen pond that could not even reflect her confused, directionaless expression, as her legs wobbled themselves deeper into the frozen forest.