Army of the Damned

VOLUME 8 Chapter 1

"Forced Drafting? Hell no, many players aren't already signing up voluntarily. Forcing them would only create an army that's degraded and of little morale. I'd rather have a small and contained professional one than a mass of bumbling idiots with guns and magic."

"Then how are you supposed to win this so-called war of yours?"

"Hell, it doesn't even seem like we're treating this as a war. Just something to tell the oblivious players living in the city that we're doing something. He was smart, he knew how weak our command structure is and inexperienced it is. Only a handful of Generals like me are actually on the ground doing things. The rest? Fuck do I know."

"Then if possible, I recommend maybe stopping the war altogether. You have the technology to just show that you're in a war right?"

"I mean yeah, but that means the Guilds won't be united as much anymore. This war to reach the Kingdom of Vitas, to so called reach them before they reach us, doesn't really hold anything other than a pat in the back and they're doing something while actual Scientists and Doctors are figuring out a way home... ugh."

"And that message you requested about Her Majesty?"

Alana then stamps the piece of paper right in front of her and tosses it neatly into the right side of her desk.

"None, just shows how little people are actually in this. If only there's more satellites for daily communications at least, but it looks like we can only use prebuilt ones, even portals we can't set up since we can't find any alternative to the Elven Birch Roots which is what is used in making portals."

"What's that? Sounds like something that'd be in limited numbers and hard to find."

"Not really... it's just that they're usually well defended by tree monsters to giant tree demons in Beginner Island. Rookie's are usually sent to get one as a way to prove their worth and move to the first continent."

The General then stretches his hands and arms, looking at the posted date which his message should come and marked underneath it in English is "LATE!". He then stands up and looks around her personal office. With all of the books scattered around and on her desk and the seemingly hidden books of Manga and Light Novels she bought way before she even met him.

"Aren't you... like... bored or anything? C'mon let's go out. It's killing me to be inside a place for too long."

"It's either this or going out there... and I do not want to go to the river, M'Lord."

"Why? Didn't that guy say something about one of your ships being overloaded?"

"Ugh, M'Lord, that river, on its otherside is owned by another family whom I've had disputes with and would rather not deal with its Lord."

"Eh, don't worry about it. Beats being stuck here."

"Haaaah... okay. The Doctor did say you need to move around more but after this. You must rest, rest for at least eight hours okay? Let us depart."

"And where the heck did Bahamut go? Even in her human form, that freaking lizard keeps disappearing like a child in a mall. I swear, I might need to put a leash on that dragon."

"M'Lord, did she say she wanted to eat something?"

"Did she? And again? But we just had lunch. I can't believe that even in human form, her appetite is still the same. Oh God... well it's easy to spot her now anyways. Those hips don't lie if I've ever seen one."

Paul walks to the hallway while Alana finishes up on her work. The smell of antiquity and perfume still caughts him off guard. The ancient red carpet with the porcelain walls truly gave the Manor a scary yet luxurious feel with an air of extravagance only seen in the current age. On the right wing, stood his sinister looking armor. Waiting to be put on again by its owner, missing its greatsword on its back. Going downstairs to the kitchen room near the back of the Manor. He asks one of the servants if he'd seen a tall lady in all black. He just points to the kitchen, solidifying his theory.