Give a speech.

So it's gone this far. I should have known Elok Daven might strike back, but I didn't think we'd have an army marching already, if this is a coincidence or not. Reminds me of our raid on Demon King Sa'dis. But we have a much more powerful team than Sa'dis did. "Follow me. Yin, get everyone together and bring them to me. We're moving out meeting outside. Come!"

"Yes, Master!" Yin curtsies politely before vanishing into a puff of smoke.

Just as instructed, every single person who resides at Castle Phoenix joins together just outside the front doors of the castle itself. You stand there on your own as dozens of eyes linger in a surprising silence. They're waiting. You've never seen them all well-behaved for this long, and it's rather unnerving. You start to wish they'd say something goofy, or accidentally disrobe themselves, or something along those lines, but instead you're left with nothing but the dim light of an overcast sky and the cold breeze of a late autumn afternoon.

With a deep breath through your nose, you draw Awakened Lauo from its scabbard. Your fingers clench tight around the handle. Not only do you stand garbed in the hide of an extraplanar dragon with boots of magic, but you now wear your decorative rings as well, with a royal crown placed right atop your head. Now more then ever you feel truly like a king. Whether or not demon would be the correct prefix is up to the observer. All you care about right now is keeping your land and people safe.

"This is not our final battle!" you shout. Your voice carries easily over the crowd in front of you. "Not even close. This will hardly be a battle at all, in fact. Elok Daven would dare not throw his entire arsenal at us so bluntly. This is the tantrum of a shitty man-child who thinks he can own his own daughter as property. A man-child who unfortunately has powerful connections, however. He's been bending over backwards, taking it in the ass by Elok Daven for some time now. And I'll be damned if I let anyone like him through my walls! Whatever resources he may have gained, we'll strike them all down regardless. And most importantly, he will not be taking Malakae back home."

Among the others, Malakae glances around with flushed cheeks. She looks to you bashfully, much to your surprise, though swiftly tries to hide it.

You continue. "We've quested. We've been through dungeons. We've done some very strange things, from participating in a festival of Elok's creation, to... Well, however you want to describe the Erotrain. Yet we've never been outright attacked. This is important. If we hold strong against the first invasion we've ever had, then it might be one of our last. We'll send a message. If anyone tries to take down Castle Phoenix, they won't even scratch the walls!" With that, you thrust your blade into the air. As you do, it shines with a brief yet bright flare of pink energy.

Everybody claps and cheers. They jump up and down, pump their fists into the air, and thrust forward their weapons. You can feel the morale rushing through their veins, and even moreso, you can feel their reaction in yours. They're fighting for you, alongside you. You are one.

"We have time," you say. "Rest. Stay vigilant. They might arrive in a few days, they might arrive tomorrow. I don't know what kind of trickery they have. We'll organize watch orders. Until then, keep your blades sharpened and your bellies full. I'm counting on you for that last one, Summer."

"Y-Yes!" Summer stutters over her own excitement. She salutes with joy.

Taiga salutes next to her. "That's better. Good form."

"Lord Vraelion is an ancient dragon," comes a voice. Sashaying through the crowd comes Mistress Dajy, followed shortly by her harem of four. "But even missing a horn, I'm twice the beast he'll ever be. I wonder just how much the man knows of us."

Koblix the goblin pulls back his hood and brings two hands back over his sweating bald head. "If he's linked with Elok Daven, probably everything."

"Then he's a fool to invade the realm of a high succubus~."

"And to invade a king." Queen Catherine II steps forward next.

"A queen too," you add with a nod.

"I am no queen. At least, not right now. This land is yours, Kyle Warren, so be the Hero-King that Thadius wishes he was. Oh, and not to embarrass you in front of your subjects of course, but I must say... that was a very impressive royal speech."