Army of the Damned

VOLUME 15 Chapter 3

Waking up after a long good sleep, the man was given a letter from Alana who had gently placed it over his head. "It's from that Business lady we met, M'Lord. She wants to invite us to a formal party with the Emperor." Already fully awakened, he takes the envelope and is surprised at the intricate design it had on its exterior. It was elaborate that he felt bad for opening it.

Taking a look at the invitation. It was written in both Common and International English, with the grammar and punctuation being on point, as if the person who wrote this has been taught the language since its birth or even had lived on Earth for a long long time.

"M'Lord, I believe this is the first time an Outworlder is invited to the Emperor's Feast and the second time a Vampire is to be seen in such a festivity."

"Eh?! Tonight though?!" Elizabeth was then heard laughing on the sofa. Throwing the remote to a pillow next to her, she turns to the man with a big wide smile. "My Lord! Do get used to it. The Elves are very spontaneous with their invitations. Even I was caught off guard by this fact. The very same thing happened to me long ago." scratching his head, he walks off to their room and begins unpacking his uniform, all ironed out and still hot from the press. "Why though? Of all the things we read about the Elves, this is still a question to me."

Leaning on the letter, the writing was immaculate. Concise, precise, and to the point. It bears the stamp of the Emperor himself. "The Emperor also wants Bahamut to be with us too."

"I believe it's because the Elves have all the time in the world like we do. They prefer things to be riled up every now and then. We can delay a meeting for years and it might seem just a few days for you." Elizabeth then stands up, stretching her body as she picks a gown in her wide assortment. "The Emperor is akin to that of a Demigod, he probably smelled Bahamut's power even with all her effort to hide it."

As he takes out his uniform next to her, the doorbell rings and instantly, the Countess was there to look at the Intercom and notices that it's a soldier holding a clipboard. Holding down the talk button, she spoke with a more calm and normal tone. "How may we help you?" He then tips his field cap and looks to the intercom.

"Uhhhh good morning ma'am. We got a request for Bahamut to come to the Observatory. The Astrologists there found something interesting that they'd like for her to see." She then turns around and Bahamut was already in her Human form. "Che. Sure. Master, I'll be back then. Save some meat for me. Roc Meat tastes good and I want more." Jackson then peeks from the door to the main bedroom as he buttons up his shirt. "Don't be late!" He says as she exits out and into the hallway.

The soldier shivers at the sight of Bahamut. Though she's wearing a more modern ensemble, her aura was still the same and her stare was enough to make him tremble in place. "F-Follow me, Goddess."

She was then led to the underground motorpool where a convoy of black armored Cadillacs awaited her and she was taken to the most Eastern side of the floating city where a huge Observatory awaited them. The mammoth brass telescope being the size of a four storey building angled at ninety degrees was in full zoom as it was kept in place by a stabilizer.

On the entrance to it, which was an open air park. The Elven delegates were in their best Togas, all of them wearing metallic wreaths of Goddess Forrus holding a flask of water on both sides. Kneeling on both of their knees and holding their hands together, they closed their eyes as an aged Elven man with whitening blonde hair wearing an extravagantly laced purple toga came to her and went for his sleeves. Revealing on it a piece of cooked meat.

"This is a Meat of a Great Roc. Only a handful exist today. Please feast upon this Goddess." On the sidelines, where Bahamut was scanning, were Players wearing proper shirts and slacks with lab coats on. They'd bow their heads as she looked at them while the outer perimeter was secured by soldiers of the UN. With only a handful of Elven grunts actually present outside.