Van and his friend Magus had reincarnated in another world with magic. Tasked to kill the demon lord, they set forth.
Van was granted very rough skills that made life for him in that world a living hell, yet he muscled through.
Magus however, was be...
High up in the sky, straddling a dragon moving faster than most beings could comprehend, no one could hear her cry.
"LILIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCC!!!" she screamed, clinging to the bone nape of Alicia's bone dragon for dear life as it flew at supersonic speeds, dangerously close to The Capital.
Internally, she couldn't stop chastising herself, adrenaline coursing through her veins.
'AAAAAAAH! STUPID, STUPID, STUPID! I'M GONNA CAUSE THE SECOND GREAT WAR! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!'
She peeked below her. The lush green lands, dense forests mixed with abundant rivers, and sprawling farmlands, along with the high snowy mountains on either side, made her realize with dread that they had long since crossed into the human realm.
"THEY DEFINITELY NOTICED US BY NOW! HOW CLOSE EVEN ARE WE TO THE CAPITAL!?" she screamed in turmoil, hoping the mighty bone dragon Liliac would hear her despair and halt.
He didn't.
Someone else, however, did.
"Very close," a calm yet piercing voice cut through the wind gushing against Yilla's ears. The voice was so clear it seemed to vibrate inside her skull.
"AAAAAH!!" she screamed, snapping her head to see a familiar figure flying directly next to the bone dragon.
"AH...!" she gasped as tears climbed up her throat.
"You've been busy, dear Yilla," he muttered, positioning himself atop the dragon, standing effortlessly on its nape bones where she clung on.
"V-..." she stammered.
Yilla, a demonic maid and one of the lead ones in The Demon Lord's castle, was reckless, hotheaded, and straightforward. Yet even she couldn't help but mumble as she gazed at the figure before her.
"Varlog...~~" she cried in relief, her tears instantly being pushed away by the violent winds.
"There, there," he said, gently extending his furred palm to brush her head as he kneeled in front of her, serving as a boulder that blocked the wind from smashing against her face. "I can guess what transpired. You really need to work on holding yourself back, dear," he calmly scolded.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." she sobbed, "But I missed him... So I told Liliac where he was from the note you sent... It slipped unintentionally..!" Tears stained her cheeks once more.
Varlog tilted his head at the distressed maid with a soft sigh.
"I understand, child, but let's get you off of dear Liliac first, hm? I don't mind you crying, but this is hardly the place or time," he said as he gently guided her hands off of Liliac's nape bones and lifted her into a princess carry. He extended his giant brown wings, enveloping Yilla's entire body, his sharp claws gently against her hair as he carried her.
He then started to fly, keeping pace with Liliac, gracefully slowing down and descending to the ground, placing the demonic maid on the lush, green grass.
"It has... been a while since you used that form," she said, scrutinizing him with wonder as he laid her down.
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