Then we call the other race rulers. While they don't have Liana's resources, they're trying to do something similar to us—acknowledging their safe havens as embassies for the transformed.
"Is money an issue?" Emi asks Twyla and Werden.
"It's surprising but not really," Twyla smiles. "There're some rich people among Draconia players backing us up. Of course, nowhere near Liana's level."
"Earning money, another problem to think about," Fefnir ponders.
But not right now, we decide that getting our humans rights back and protecting our people is an absolute priority. Liana assures us that we don't have to feel bad about borrowing her money for the time being. She'll find some ways how to get them back eventually. Still, it wouldn't hurt to ask the EU for financial aid. It's in their own best interest to help us and prevent potential civil war.
When we finish for the day, it's past ten already. We had some sandwiches during our meeting but we're all starving. Hana assures us that she had ordered us room service and dinner will be waiting for us in our apartments.
"Hana is amazing," Erik exclaims when we return to our new home and we find two pizzas waiting for us—a ham one for Erik, cheese for me. We ravenously gobble everything and fall asleep immediately after that, too exhausted to even cuddle.
*****
"W-what?" I yawn, opening the door someone was urgently knocking on. "What time is it?"
"Your meeting is at ten," Uwe the bodyguard reminds us. "Miss Richter told us to wake you up at nine at the latest."
"It's nine already?" I'm suddenly wide awake and hear Erik behind me swearing.
"Also, these were delivered this morning," Uwe points at several boxes and pushes them into the entry hall together with our luggage.
"Ehm, thanks."
Uwe happily nods that he accomplished his task and closes the door, giving us space to get ready.
"What's inside?" I curiously inspect the boxes.
"There's a note," Erik notices and grabs a hand-written card.
I made the designs myself. Surprise! ^_^
Ingri
Wear them, I will hear no protests.
Liana
"Not a suit!" I whine when I open the first box. "I really don't have the figure for them."
"I think this one is for me, it's too big for you," Erik says, actually happy about the gift.
I sigh and open another box. It's quite heavy. And I'm left speechless.
"Oh, honey," Erik starts chuckling when inspecting the content. "I can't wait to see you in this."
"YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS!"
There's almost the exact copy of my royal attire from the game.
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Draconia Offline vol. 1
FantasyHave you ever loved a videogame so much that you wished you were somehow magically transported into it? Tough luck, this isn't your typical isekai story where the protagonist ends up in a different world. The videogame becomes the new reality in thi...
