Tensura What If: Silver Timeline (Draft)

Chapter 85 - Rampage

A/N: For those who noticed last week I said I won't be posting this week but then I realized I have only posted 3 times since my last break so I feel it is unfair  for all of you. With that in mind, I'll make a proper scheduling of the breaks. Every 5 chapters, I would skip a week. Meaning I would also post next week then take a break.

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Rudra could be seen in his throne, deeply engrossed in planning for his game with Guy Crimson. His eyes scanned a large map spread across the table in front of him, marking various territories and potential reinforcements. So far, he had barely any subordinates capable of fighting even a mere maid of Guy's. His frustration was palpable as he realized the extent of his vulnerability.

The situation was even more dire considering he had no assets that could stand against a true dragon. Velzard, one of Guy's formidable pieces, could be dispatched at any moment to decisively end their game. Rudra muttered to himself, "I need someone who can be a deterrent for a true dragon." His mind raced through possible solutions as he contemplated expanding his empire and boosting the strength of his imperial guards.

At that moment, a lone man appeared before him. He stood with a confident and prideful smile, his presence radiating an aura of formidable power. "I do believe I can be of help to that, My Emperor Rudra," the man said, his voice carrying an assurance that caught Rudra's attention.

Rudra's eyes narrowed with a mix of curiosity and suspicion. "And who might you be?" he asked, his tone a blend of hope and wariness.

The man's smile widened. "My name is Apophis. I possess skills and knowledge that could turn the tide in your favor. I believe our interests align."

Rudra considered his words carefully, the potential for a new alliance or power shift looming large in his thoughts.

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Milim could be seen playing with her pet dragon outside the modest mansion she called home, located on the edge of the now Nasca Empire. The mansion stood in a city where Milim had grown up, though she had never seen her parents' faces and knew little about them beyond their names.

Raised by servants whose loyalties and employers remained a mystery to her, Milim lived a largely solitary life. The only constant companion she had was her pet dragon, small enough for her to hug and carry with her child's body.

One bright morning, Milim slipped out of the mansion without notifying the staff. Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she called out, "Let's go!" Her dragon, eager to join her, took flight beside her. Milim followed suit, using her own ability to hover just above the ground, and they headed toward the grassy fields outside the city.

Once they reached the grassland, Milim settled into the soft green expanse, enjoying the warmth of the sun on her face. She turned to her dragon and said, "Uncle should be coming soon. I wonder what game we can play today." She bounced up and down with excitement, and the dragon responded with a cute, enthusiastic roar.

"Then let's play your favorite," a familiar voice called from behind her, ruffling her pink hair.

Milim spun around, her face lighting up with joy. "Uncle! It's been a while!" she exclaimed, running to hug the man who had appeared. The man, Rimuru, returned her hug with a fatherly smile and a nod.

"Let's go play tag!" Milim urged, releasing Rimuru from her embrace. She took off into the air, her dragon following her.

Rimuru chuckled softly and unfurled his wings. "Milim, Uncle doesn't do so well in the air," he said, though his smile and the ease of his movement belied his words. Despite the playful complaint, his speed and agility in the air were unmatched by most.