My Queen

From there, it was a blur.

The girls must have taken charge, because all I remember was following orders.

It felt nice. To no longer have to think. I could just obey. My mind was engulfed in a soft, pleasant fog.

We left the city at some point. Was it the same day or in a year? I couldn’t tell. The concept of time has lost it’s meaning. I only existed.

But I do know that some remained behind. I remember a discussion. A loud and heated one. Sylphid and Fisti it was, I believe. We didn’t **** anybody to follow us and neither did I care.

It must have been Cassandra who arranged most of it. I remember traveling. A lot of it.

I remember woods and meadows.

I remember hot days, followed by rain.

I remember nights spend with sex. Aiju, Sanakia but most prominently my Queen.

I didn’t want to think about anything. Following along like this was fine. I am happy.

Eventually, the travels stopped. We must have returned back to...wherever I belong.

Home.

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The city of Ponara, northern Leazas.

Sama-syndicate safe house.

“My turn now.”

Aijuka zoomed past the flustered Sanakia and in the bedroom. The Sexy-Knight couldn’t help but let out a displeased sigh.

“I mislike this”, she stated as she had done dozens of time before. “Is there nothing that can be done to improve my Lords condition? To leave him in this wretched state. It is abominable! How can I call myself his squire if I do nothing?”

“We told you, there is nothing to be done”, Hebi-san responded with a scowl. “How often do we need to repeat ourselves? Until his mind returns by its own accord, he must needs be like that, lest it is lost to us completely.”

But Sanakia was not convinced. “We should bring him to the holy island then! I am sure the holy Pope could…”

“We can’t move through the Free Cities, Sexy”, Beatrice joined the argument from the table, sticking her fork listlessly in a strawberry parfait. “Mari is a wanted man.”

“If anyone attempts to attack my Lord I will defend him!”

Beatrice groaned. ”Even if we could, I doubt it would make a difference. This is not something these church simpletons can heal.”

“Eh, it’s not so bad.” Cassandra casually sipped on a drink. “At least Daddy is easy enough to deal with, with his mind all screwed up. And we have a fuckton of money, too. We can just lay low here for as long as we want. Pretty sweet deal if you ask me.”

“H-how could you!”, Sanakia gasped. “Do you feel not the slightest shame?”

“You’re one to talk”, Cassandra sneered back. “Pretty sure you enjoy getting to fuck him whenever you want.”

The Sexy-Knight flushed. “I...I merely believe it is my duty to take care of my Lords needs! I do not take pleasure from this!”

Cassandra only smirked at that before she put her attention towards Beatrice instead. “What do you think, brat? About the situation in Rasheul?”

“Don’t call me that.” Beatrice frowned as she scanned her newspaper again.

The first whisper and rumors arrived a few days into their journey towards this sanctuary. But by now all doubt has been erased.

Rasheul was in ruins.

By rule of absence, Dark Lord Minerva was crowned four times tournament champion. She accepted the trophy and immediately started massacring the audience at her own victory celebration.

She wasn’t alone. The strongest Galmon Valkyrie was at her side. Murdering with just as much zeal as her master.

Rasheul itself wasn’t spared much longer as the Dark Lord went on an indiscriminate rampage. The Hero Arios Theoman apparently gathered a bunch of tournament fighters and made a stand against her but while information was vague, it was clearly unsuccessful.

Was Sylphid part of that group?

Beatrice wondered what happened to her and Punchy. But it was an unpleasant train of thought to follow.

And after all, didn’t she herself wish for this outcome as well? Wasn’t everything fine as long as Femto wouldn’t take Mari’s soul?

Perhaps she miscalculated.

Femto disappeared too after that night. Beatrice tried to get the snake girl to spill the beans about what exactly she told Mari but that miserable lout was not willing to share even the slightest information. It was vexing, but since she was the only one capable of keeping Mari in check there was little that could be done.

“Man, you sure turned gloomy”, Cassandra rolled her eyes and tapped on the headline of the newspaper. “Looks like the church is rallying a response. The send out an army of templar knights to defeat the cunt. If the golden knight leads them they might even stand a chance.”

“The golden knight?” Sanakia blinked a few times in confusion. “Is that someone important?”

“Ha?”, Cassandra stared a bit at Sanakia before groaning. “Bloody Galmon’s, I swear. Worse memory then a goldfish.”

“Eh, who cares!”, Gilbert cackled. “Thanks to Big Sis Minerva making a ruckus the tournament won’t send any mercs after us. That’s pretty lucky I say, kekekekeke!”

“Your one cold blooded snake”, Cassandra spat back. The huntress itself wondered what happened to Ojou and Feena. She managed to land them this safe house thanks to her connections but she had yet to make contact with them. But she was sure they escaped. It’s these two after all. The cunt’s not smart enough for them.

The door to the bedroom creaked open and Aiju skipped out. “Done”, she announced. “Is your turn now.”

“Very well”, Hebi-san finally rose herself and walked towards the bedroom. “Let us take care of that foolish Mari Beta.”