Isekaid into a new world of monsters with my overly pampering hero husbando.

Chapter 1

"Night night, my beautiful boy." Petted Draco to the younger youth.

"Nighty Nighty, Teddy Bear~" Sang the brunette playfully as he hugs a stuffie in his arms and whispers "Nighty Nighty, Bailey."

The ravenette chuckles in amusement at the smaller's adorableness, even though it happens daily. He still couldn't help the adoration in his voice as he retells the bedtime story for the umptenth time.

Halfway into the story, Xena has fallen deep into dreamland as he subconsciously bring his fingers to his mouth. Seeing this, the older quickly but gently held onto the moving hand to prevents the sleeping brunette from sucking his fingers and instead offers the pacifier that he had set aside on the table before bed. He uncapped the pacifier and made sure to clip it securely to the younger's nightwear pocket before cuddling together with the brunette under the thick quilt. His arms securely wrapped around the smaller as the younger was tucked safely under the blanket, who's continuing to hold the stuffie and a fluffy blankie in a tight grip.

Though life seems to not want the older to rest comfortably as weird glowing symbols in the shape of a circle, suddenly appears in the middle of the night. Waking the older who was extremely sensitive with his surroundings.

Confused and slightly dazed from just waking up, Draco's brain was pretty quick to plan on leaving the suspicious circle. Sadly, his body couldn't react as fast as his brain and the next thing he knew, his sight was blinded by the overwhelming white light produced by the strange circle.

Holding his white bunny stuffie that is half the size of his body, Xena continues to eagerly suck on his pacifier as he watches Draco with sleepy eyes. Not even caring about how the surroundings had completely changed because he believed and trust that the older will always keep him safe.

The older upon getting his eyesight back, immediately hold his lover defensively and full of wariness at sight of a large ballroom filled with many people dressed in what seems to be medival costumes. The familiar sight of their bedroom that they spent endless days and nights, no longer in sight. All but their bed had completely vanished from sight. Below their familiar bed, there was an altar and various geometric patterns that were painted with fluorescent paint. A faint glow still eminiting from the symbols as it grew dull. They resembled to what magic circles or alchemic formulas may look like in a fantasy setting. It was that sort of vibe which they gave off. Leaving Draco extremely confused and his overprotective urge towards his lover grew drastically.

Gripping their thick covers, Draco gently wrapped the smaller away from their views. Knowing full well that the youth wouldn't like 'this' before 'this' even started. He continues to observe the strangers like a hawk as he unnoticeably grab his handgun hidden under the pillow.

The ex-soldier did everything very speedily with trained accuracy. So, it was done before the medival cosplayers could even come forward and meet him. There were at least thirty people that had both hands together in front of their chest and kneeled as if they were praying. All of them wore a white robe that was embroidered with gold and they had a staff right in between their clasped hands. Among them, an old man around the age of 60 stepped forward, his attire was extremely holy even among the white-robed group. He wore a 40 cm tall and sturdy hat thing that looked similar to a priest headwear.

"Greetings, Hero from another world. I am the head priest of the great holy church that have helped summoned you to our great kingdom of Lux." A white haired man offered Draco a handshake. To which the taller shook firmly with a cold gaze.

"Sergeant major of the special ops, Blade." Spoke the ravenette monotonously with sharp expression and his deep reverberating voice. Since the Special Operation are not a rapid deployment force; the secret of their success is intensive preparation. Meaning, even though Draco was extremely cautious of the dangerous and odd situation in front of him. He still remains his cool on the front when in fact his brain continues to think faster in the oppression of the probability that someone or something could have a possibility to hurt his beloved one and though, technically Draco had resigned and no longer worked there. Habits are hard to kill. Especially, in this kind of certain extreme situations.