Invasion Aftermath

"It's about time you're back here!"

You drift into consciousness, once more among a sea of stars, with the planet below you. "Uhn...hi?..."

Ariel's voice echoes around you. "I wasn't finished last time, you know! It's difficult enough to find times where addict and nympho aren't popping into your dreams and you just up and left!"

"Sorry, sorry." You wrap your head in your hands, as even in your astral form, it seems a headache is possible. You take a breath. "Okay. What were you trying to tell me before?"

"I was going to warn you about the possibility of the hornets coming after you after that whole deal at the hive. Looks like you figured that out, though."

"Yeah...yeah I did..." You sigh. "Alright. I've hopefully learned my lesson on that. I won't leave in the future until we're actually done talking...or maybe in an emergency. Thank you for at least trying, Ariel."

"Good. You know, for a darkie, you listen surprisingly well. Anyway, you did...surprisingly well with the invasion. No major casualties, and no kidnappings either."

"Really?" You sigh, relieved. "I didn't think it went that well."

"Yup. Your little acolyte made sure any of the major injuries were taken care of."

You smile, chuckling. Then, an important question comes to the forefront of your mind. "Speaking of, what's up with that? I'm not saying I'm an expert on how this world works, but...I was under the assumption that there aren't any other nephilim, so how does a class like that even exist?"

The invisible angel pauses, and for a moment you think he's left you as some sort of petty **** for the last time. "...I'm not actually sure. As far as I've been told, you're the only nephilim in existence, and there's no precedent for this class. My best guess is that it's a special kind of archimandrite or paladin, but I couldn't even tell you what her abilities will be when she levels up." Ariel's voice is much less authoritative and annoying, and he genuinely seems just as confused as you.

You groan. "Well, if the princess doesn't have anything, I can't complain."

"Fuck you!"

"You would." You tease. "Anyway, is there anything else we should discuss?"

"I don't know if I should tell you now." You can almost see him sticking out his tongue at you. "But I will anyway, since Ramel wanted me to."

You perk up. Ramel?

He huffs. "She wanted to warn you about not impregnating the entire town, for one. But since you helped save her worshippers, she wanted to give you a sneak peak of your kids. Apparently, some of your monstrous and angelic features mixed together weirdly. If you want, they can be nearly identical to their mother, but with some special affinities they wouldn't normally have. They'll basically be on the fast track to being a mystic if they want it. In the case of your acolyte, they'll be mostly human, maybe with a hint of monstrous or angelic features. That's all you're getting for now, though."

"Okay, that's more than fair I guess..." I feel like there's something I should be asking, but I can't think of it right now... "Anything else?"

"Nothing for now. Keep killing those darkies!"

"-ling you, he's not our enemy!"

"It's a giant fucking monster and you expect us to believe it's on our side?"

You hear the clang of metal-on-metal as you come to, a small group of people surrounding you.

"He saved our lives!" Is that, Camilla?

"He probably led them here!" You don't recognize that one, but it sounds male.

You weakly push yourself off the ground, taking in your surroundings. The few people around seem to recoil a bit, pointing spears and swords in your direction. The most aggressive of them seems to be dueling Camilla as she tries to keep herself between the man and you. You take a deep breath and close your eyes, polymorphing into your human guise. As your form shifts, so too does the mood of the crowd, as they seem to be much more afraid of you now. That didn't work out as planned. You stand, not even realizing that you're naked as you set a hand on Camilla's shoulder. "I assure you...I don't want to hurt anyone. But if you try to hurt her again, I won't be holding back." You stare at the man in front of you as you taunt him.

"You bastard, thinking you can threaten me!" He takes a wide overhead swing, but Camilla easily deflects the blow away from you.

"And if you want to kill him, you'll have to get through me." The captain stands firm between the two of you. "Even Gilford agreed to give him a chance, and I'd say he's more than earned it today."

"Chief!" A goblin girl comes rushing through the small crowd and wraps herself tight around your thigh.

Whispers and gasps begin making their way around the militiamen. "What about this one, then?" The angry man points with his blade.

Camilla immediately retorts. "Don't tell me you didn't see her rushing alongside me to save your sorry ass from a particularly nasty hornet."

He's visibly stunned at that, words catching in his throat. He glares around at the other men, who seem conflicted as they glance between each other.

"Do you all really need more fucking evidence?!" Camilla begins walking around the circle. "Look around you! Do you really think a bunch of untrained idiots like you could take down hundreds-no, thousands! of hornets? He did all that, and no one even had to tell him to get off his ass to help! And her! She could kill the rest of you easily if she wanted! But she decided to help us, instead!" You're taken aback by her seemingly sudden outburst, unable to stop her as she continues. "You all are a bunch of gobheads for thinking these two are gonna hurt us!" She takes a breath. "No offense, Eve."

"...n-none taken..." The goblin hides behind your leg as best she can.

"Now, is one of you half-wits going to lend the hero of this town a shirt or what?"