Army of the Damned

VOLUME 3 Chapter 2

It had already been a few days since Jackson with his companions had ventured out to the continent of Dragovh. With Bahamut and the Countess, he had slowly acclimated to the colder nature of the forest, though still needing some layers to his Commoners ensemble, he was able to be more active in the day. Alongside it all, was the fact that they've finally gotten some local currencies to use for their daily life.

Brimming with life and vigor, the forest was beautiful, the entire trip. He felt as if he was on a vacation in the Swiss Alps. The air was also extremely clean; he could feel it entering his lungs and exiting his nose with seamless smoothness; it was a journey he could stay on forever. As if he was on a neverending vacation where he can slow down and enjoy his life without the rush of a modern bustling megacity looking down on him.

Noting his past life, always being busy with work and smelling the odor of a lively city. He and Alana were both on his wagon, with Bahamut sleeping on his arms. "Since you're planning on taking in more duties, let me give you some pointers with Dragon care." her head slowly turned to him, the man blushing lightly as he turned his gaze away.

"One! There are many types of Dragons, True, Wyvern, Wyrm, Dragonoid, Hybrid, Serpentine, and many more. Do you know what type Bahamut is?" the Countess then leans in on the sleeping Dragon. Carefully observing her glistening armor plating and thick rubbery wings. "True Dragon, M'Lord?" with a smile, he nods his head in satisfaction. "Hm! It is said that Bahamut was born in the early days of the Era of the Dragons in Tur, a time long before Man even found it can bang two sticks together to make fire."

Junior wasn't at a jogging pace, instead, he kept at a throttling speed, just a bit faster than a walking person. "Two, dragons can eat anything, even rocks. As long as it has material to break down. They munch their food to mostly break down the bones. It's one of the most important parts of their meals." Alana kept silent, just thoughtfully smiling to herself as she listened to Jackson speak so passionately about the ancient creature. "And three, since one day, Bahamut might allow you to carry her."

He then proceeds to hoist her up. "It differs from Dragon to Dragon, but Bahamut loves being cradled like a human baby." Tucking her legs in, Jackson then softly and gently pushed her into his chest whilst his muscled arms embraced the lower half of the Dragon, its long tail instinctively wrapping around his wrist. "See that? That's a natural response for a small Dragon. They do that to feel safe, you'd often see them do this when sleeping on trees."

"Hmph. You seem awfully well learned when it comes to Dragons, M'Lord." Hearing this, his head suddenly turned to look at her, his eyes brimming with life and passion. "Of course! Dragons are the coolest thing to walk this Earth! Those who say the Vampires are the coolest are cringe, Werewolves, even cringier. Lizards and Werebears or some other thing? They're probably weirdos." Hearing him say this without a pint of remorse made her giggle cutely.

"Of course, of course. I do find Dragons very cool, though from literature to your world, Vampires seem to be extremely well liked." His head then leans into her, both of their noses nearly touching. "Those are the lowest common denominator. Literal Fatherless bums with no taste. Dragons! They're powerful! Eternal! And most of all..." Alana couldn't help but blush lightly as she stared into his light brown eyes. "They love Mankind more than Mankind loves itself."

As he leans out back to his stoic posture, looking forward on the road. He lightly sighs. "After the Third World War, a lot of people wished it would end with nuclear war... I was almost one of those kinds till Bahamut here came to me." The big wide brim on his face didn't hide any lie nor malice, the Countess was mesmerized by him, open and wide as a book left turned. "Vampire players, there just after the eternal beauty and youth and the hundred percent buff on all stats at night, Werewolf players are there mostly trying to attract mentally ill women plus the stat buff."