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"Nnngh... What The Fuck does Gramps want." I groaned as I reached toward the buzzing Sound transmission scroll on the nightstand, But instead of the paper scroll, I had meant to grab I felt something soft and smooth.
The hell? I squeezed the object my mind still foggy from last night. "Somebody's feisty~." My eyes shot open to see Claire with an alluring grin, And my hand grabbed its share of her breasts. "was last night, not enough for you? my Dragon prince~" Her eyes narrowed with her sound magic enchanted voice sending a shiver up my spine.
I whipped my hand away and rubbed my temples feeling just how flushed my face was, I could hear Claire giggling as I opened the scroll.
"Brat Remember the Announcement I told you about yesterday?" Virion's voice echoed through the scroll.
"Yea I'll teleport to the castle's chamber and follow you through the portal, I'll be there in half an hour with claire In tow." I groaned remembering the events of last night with claire and the soreness on my back from her nails.
"Good thing I woke you up earlier Brat, make sure you make an entrance with the others." he finished his message causing the scroll to turn to ash and vanish.
"Wait What's happening?" Claire spoke pushing herself up from the bed.
"A hefty Promotion that what." I chuckled pulling her to her feet.
Claire stumbled before nearly falling had I not caught her, "I think we overdid it..." she deadpanned me after finding out she couldn't walk properly.
I couldn't help but bust out laughing and Claire soon followed as we clutched our sides as I struggled to maintain the concentration to heal her sore muscles with My powers as an emitter.
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my hands traced the walls of the Typhon's armouries walls looking for the hidden switch That I knew of thanks to Bahamut's knowledge, he figured that If I was to take his place he should know of the darker history of the storm Clan.
They had served as enforcers of the Indrath for eons and have whipped out a few Asura clans in the past as well as assassinated and Killed Asuras that rebelled and fought against them in times of civil war or even failed coup de Utah's. but that's not the Dark portion at all, Of those they had killed they had taken their bodies and fashioned Armor and weapons from their corpses.
If they killed a member of the Asclepius Clan being Pheonixes they had to be killed twice but once they did they fashioned robes from their feathers or used them on their arrows to make their target erupts into flames.
The Times they killed a basilisk they took the parts of they made daggers of their horns and under armour from their Scales. but they mainly just raided that basilisks study and stole their knowledge.
the brick on a wall clicked revealing a hidden passage that I walked into, I wasn't here for the weapons made of the Components of Asura's that history was better left buried and forgotten. I was here for the Armor the Clan leader wore during times of war between the clans, or when a Target was best left for the Leader which was always decided by strength.
I Gazed at the Suit of plate armour before me, the silver Armor accented by Blue trim and Royal blue mantle it had, the armour was bulky and angular with smooth slopes flowing between plates with onyx black scale mail. giving it a refined regal appearance despite the Warmonger Esque feeling it gave off, Well it would if not for the tradition that led to this Armor creation and it's the reason it was a secret.
The Armor was entirely made from the bodies of strong Dead Asuras that opposed both Kezess and the previous leaders of the Indrath clan, every part of it from the mantle to the tips of the fingertips gauntlets was a Scale, feather, horn, Pelt, claw, or wing.
Placing my hand on the Armor the runes engraved into the inside of the armour glowed as the Armor recognized me as Its rightful owner. and began its main ability, It would change its form to better match the users fighting style and needed purpose.
Its colours changed from its Blue accents to Gold trim on the silver armour and the Mantle changed to a maroon that highlighted my eyes. The pauldrons, scalemail, tasset's, and leg armour reformed to Allow more mobility as opposed to protection, the Mantle morphed to become a hooded Cloak that was fur lined at the Hood. It was draped over my shoulders and pinned linked by a gold chain.
The Suit Looked like that a warrior Emporer that made his empire with his own hands as he led his armies into war would wear. Well for the time being at least, I had it take this form to please the masses with how it looked, Sure I could still wear it and fight unimpeded but to use the Blade story style it would ditch the Cloak, gauntlets, tasset's, and would become a lot less bulky but even then It would still look worthy of any great warrior.
The armour glowed before transforming into a plain silver and red Ring that I wore on my right pointer finger next to my dimension ring that was on my thumb, the transformation feature was a staple feature on the armour of the higher-ranking members of the Storm clan's armour.
I walked out of the chamber to see Claire donning light plate armour much the same as the one she wore while in Pandora's Cavern but it was much lighter and stronger, not to mention how much it highlighted her beauty that for some reason she looked even Nicer than any time before today.
the armour belonged to a Storm dragon of Old that partially transformed to use her wings in fights so contently it was a perfect fit for her because there were slits in the back of the armour that was perfectly placed for her beastwill.
"Wheres your armour?" Claire asked looking at me who was dressed in some light form-fitting clothes Id wear under it.
"Right here," I spoke lifting my hand pointing at the ring that once I put mana into manifested into its true form that automatically appeared on my body making me stand a few inches taller. and Although I could feel the weight of the armour it was such a good fit it felt like it was only a few extra pounds of muscle.
Claire's face flushed red as She looked me up and down in my new armour and Balmung mounted to my back on top of my cloak which the greatsword had grown to accommodate my new height and strength.
"Does it look that good?" I chuckled looking at her wide eyes.
"If you look like that I'm going to have some competition." She sighed as I put the armour back into its ring form.
"Hey, dad I'm back," Zeph called out as we walked into the Teleporter room. Zeph was wearing a white robe with blue accents that were made of his transformed scales.
"You Know what's happening to get back through that portal," I spoke as I reconfigured the Teleportation gate to spit us out in the castle's Gate room through my mental connection to it.
Zeph wordlessly turned around as Steped through the portal as we followed soon after. Stepping out of the rift it made in space instead of the Gate next to it likely because It was in use I looked around. It was quite a sight as Vanesy Glory, Varay Aurae, and Aya Grephin, the three Lances, stood, clad in decorated white armour just as gaudy as mine.
I noticed that Virion, who was closest to the teleportation gate, had shed his black mourning robe, replacing it was a lavish olive tunic that draped down past his knees over a pair of silken white trousers. The tunic wasn't without noble adornment; it was lined with aureate trimming that matched the golden sash wrapped around his waist. A bronze circlet lay snugly just above his brows while his hair fell loosely over his shoulders in a curtain of white.
Standing adjacent to the commander, the pinnacle of authority surrounding this war, were his son and father of Tess, Alduin Eralith, and his wife, Merial.
"Look who finally decided to show up," Virion said with a flat tone that became an approving nod as he gazed at my plain attire that vanished under my armour that appeared soon after.
My armour appeared shocking everyone including Arthur, Elijah, and tess, who just walked in the room with equally fancy armour. Arthurs Being the same as he wore in the Volume 7 novel cover and Elijah wearing a variation that was more robe than his but was still armoured quite well. Tessia was wearing the same Armor as Arthur but instead of the Red his cape was it was A forest green with lighter armour plates on the legs and chest.
"Commander Virion." I dipped my head respectfully, turning toward Tess's parents. "King Alduin and Queen Merial. It's been a while."
"That it has," Alduin smiled, rubbing his chin as he regarded me with a scrutinizing eye while Merial responded with a faint nod. Claire Knew I had connections to Elven royalty but She didn't expect us to be this close.
I then turned to Blaine and Priscilla Glayder, the former King and Queen of Sapin. nearly giving them a respectful bow and not bothering to give any attention to Blaine.
"Queen Priscilla. It's been even longer," I said with a polite smile, bowing as much as my armour would allow me to.
Blaine had aged since the last time I saw him. More streaks of grey lined his mane of fiery maroon hair. Silken black tunic underneath large gunmetal pauldrons that covered his shoulders and collar gave him an intimidating aura. His wife, Priscilla, on the other hand, had chosen to wear a fluttery black dress lined with engravings of silver flowers. Her black hair was tied up, exposing her neck that seemed almost pure white in contrast to her dark attire.
The two kings and queens couldn't look and feel any more different, but each of them held an air of dignity that could only stun the crowd that was waiting for them.
"You've grown," Merial pointed out, her sharp eyes seeming to look through me rather than at me.
"Growing comes with age," I replied.
"Of course it does," Blaine grunted. "And you'll continue to grow, not just in height but in strength, which is what I need from one of my best soldiers."
I glanced over my shoulder to the two human Lances behind me "Let's cut the formalities, Blaine, If you try to make me, Claire, or any of my friends or family a lance Ill cut you down like Rahdeas or torture you like the Wykes Brat that got me my reputation." I spoke with my voice flat and full of bloodlust, using sound magic so only he could hear me.
"Y-yes, I wouldn't dare do that." He stammered out as I cut my sound magic after having come to an agreement.
"We'll be going on ahead first," Virion spoke. "The gatekeeper will receive my transmission and signal you to go through when the time is right," he spoke as they walked through the portal.
Suddenly, I felt a light tap on my shoulder, or rather, I heard a light tap on my shoulder plate. Turning around, I came face to face with my old teacher Aya Grephin.
"Seems like you had a fun night with Claire," she smiled coyly, tucking her wavy black hair behind her ear.
"I knew you taught her something other than sound magic."I sighed rubbing my forehead.
As always she used sound magic on her voice to try and seduce literally fucking everyone, Hell everything from her speech patterns to the timing she moved her hand from her ear when she tucked her hair behind her ear was to make you look at her and try and seduce you.
"They're faint but I, can still see the marks on your necks, that and she is walking." she whispered in my ear before she turned and strode back to her original spot, hips swaying, I couldn't help but grow uneasy.
Apart from her pretentious seductiveness, just being near her made me feel off even back in Elenoir it was the same. Using Mirage walk I left a clone of myself using mirage walk as I backed away and healed claire more because even I noticed her shifting her weight from foot to foot.
Claire put up a sound barrier around the two of us "She Figured us out didn't she."
"yep..." I sighed pulling my hand that still glowed in a greenish silver from the emitter powers I was training away from her armoured hip as she sighed as well.
"Tess was taught the same things as Aya taught me and you experienced first hand." claire elbowed my side before rubbing her sore elbow having forgotten were both wearing armour.
"Arthur Is gonna need a few days to recover if that's the case." Zeph chortled before I thumped him on the head with my fist.
"Ow Fuck That hurt!" he rubbed the top of his head.
"Good, Kids shouldn't be knowing about those things." Claire patted the top of his head and played with a lock of his white hair.
"Ah! I just received word from the commander now. Please enter!" the gatekeeper pointed to the gate.
the Lances walked through first, The curvy elf threw me a wink as she swayed past me while Art and the others walked up to me after I stopped my illusion.
"If one of us dies, name the kid after us." Elijah's chuckle gave way to a scream as I picked him up and threw him through the portal like a ragdoll. "Elijah has no tact." Tess's voice was disapproving of his comment.
Arthur seemed to be piecing it together but before he could say something I cut him off, "Arthur Tess would kill you if you named your two's kid so don't even." I deadpanned him to which he just nodded saying 'yea your right.' and he walked into the portal
As I stepped through the teleportation gate, the scene around me blurred. Upon arrival, I couldn't help but cringe at the sudden difference in noise level. Cheers erupted from below as the castle or structure we were evidently in trembled.
Sylvie and I had arrived in a large rectangular room that led out to the large balcony Virion and the rest of the kings and queens stood, waving down at the crowd. It wasn't just them-next to their parents were Tess, Curtis, and Kathyln, all waving at the immense crowd that I could see even from back here.
"Please, Generals, get ready to go on Commander Virion's signal," a thin handmaid instructed as she fixed Aya's hair which had gotten blown back by the frigid ocean wind.
"Generals?" I asked the handmaid, confused.
"I see that you all are finally here," a familiar voice called out from behind.
Looking back over my shoulder, I spotted Aldir seated in front of a tea set, a cup in his hand while his third eye stared at me.
"I see that you're staying in the shadows," Art greeted the asura as Sylvie dipped her small head in a nod.
"That is my job," he said, holding up his cup in a solitary toast.
"Well, can you tell me what my job right now is? Because I'm not a lance, which means I'm not a general." Elijah questioned.
"Patience. You just have to wait five seconds," he said, pouring himself another cup from the pot.
The cheers had died down by now as Virion began speaking. "Many of you have travelled far to be here, and that fills me with pride. As you all may have noticed, standing beside me are your leaders, the very people that have protected this continent as well as the ones that will protect this continent in the future."
Another wave of cheers erupted as Buhnd, the Glayder family and the Eralith family waved once more.
"However, while these are the heroes you see in the light, there are heroes of the shadows that continuously risk their lives to fight for this continent. I'd like you all to help me welcome the Lances of Dicathen!"
Varay, Aya, and Vanesy marched out to the edge of the balcony with their heads held high and shoulders square while Virion and the royal families all turned to them.
An even louder ovation exploded as the three lances came into view. The chaotic array of shouts and cheers soon became a collective chant that grew louder and louder.
"LANCE-ES, LANCE-ES, LANCE-ES."
After minutes of continuous chanting, Virion raised a hand, silencing the hundreds of thousands-if not millions-of humans, elves and dwarves alike.
"Everyone! We are in a time of war," Virion spoke sternly after a moment of silence. "I know that half of the Lances are absent, and that is not by mistake. Some are in the middle of a mission and were not able to come."
I exchanged glances with Aldir at Virion's half lie, but I made no remark. I knew what revealing that Bairon had already been killed would do to the crowd in terms or moral, some people knew that he had been killed while a large majority of others refused to believe he was dead because his status as a lance. But other than Bairon who was dead, the other three lances were actually on missions in dungeons.
Virion continued."The Lances have constantly shed blood and tears to keep Dicathen safe, but it is in these uncertain times that we can no longer just rely on the strong. We must fight together in order to keep our homes safe.
"At the inauguration of the Lances almost four years ago, we made a promise saying the title of a lance would not be predetermined by birth or status, but earned through hard work, talent, and strength. Today is the marking of a new era, and with that new era comes new heroes. Five such heroes have been discovered and are here with us today. These five young men and women have shown the values of a worthy of being lances In their own rights, But that Title is unfitting of them. These five Have been trained by their leader who has been Blessed with the protection of Storms and Ice bestowed upon him by the God Boreas."
"Today, we will be anointing these five individuals-individuals that we, the council of Dicathen, and grant Not the title of Lance But the Title of Paladin. Please, welcome with me, the Paladin's of Dicathen!"
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