"It's imperative," Veldora's voice echoed in the silent chamber of the Council's meeting room. Gauging each of the members' reaction, Veldora continued; "It's weird, and unlike anything I've seen from them. It's clear these Retainers and Scythes are bred and produced differently."
He finished as he held up what he had in his hand while smiling provocatively. They were the two horns of Uto, shining an ominous obsidian black glint.
"T-That's a retainer's...?" The human king said, a Glayder as far as Veldora knew, but he couldn't remember the man's name. Veldora looked at him for a while before dismissing him entirely.
"And frankly," Veldora added. "Your lances ain't got no chance against them, much less the scythes. Let that sink in."
"What was that?" The elven king, who Veldora didn't bother to remember, voiced his offense.
"I said what I said," Veldora replied, still smiling at them in a mocking way. "Your forces are too weak. And watchu gonna do about it?"
The elven king clenched his fist as his wife, the queen, tried to comfort her husband by caressing his arm. It didn't do that much. Frankly, everyone aside from Commander Virion and General Aldir was offended by Veldora's remark.
"It's the truth, and if you're that much of a pussy as to deny it instead of adjusting, then the sooner you step down from your positions the better." Veldora turned around, not paying heed to the shouts of accusations from the royalties behind him.
"Those horns. Give it to us." It was the lance Bairon who spoke up.
Veldora turned his head around with a scary smile. "Hah? And what makes you think I'll listen to a mere lackey?"
Bairon clenched his fist, but he tried his best to hide it. "For research purposes."
Veldora just eyed Bairon for a moment, before shrugging arrogantly. In a mocking tone, he said, "Nah. I don't think you're sufficiently qualified to handle this."
He then played with the horns in the air, as if to add insult to the injury. Bairon gritted his teeth in annoyance. With that, Veldora left the chamber, but not before he heard Aldir's words.
"Veldora."
He stopped short just before the door fully closed.
"Arthur Leywin will soon be returning."
Who's that again?
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"Hahh..."
I released a deep sigh after hours of meditation in the depths of the Beast Glades, the place where I found comfort in. After all, it was the only place that could remind me of my home-the Jura Forest. I got up and dusted my black slacks and put on my black polo shirt. I then attached my cape to my shoulders as I headed on my way.
Arts-both of martial arts and practical applications of my skills or magic. I've been spending time learning about them, practicing and training. After all, I finally found a reason to become stronger, and I wasn't sure how I hadn't thought of it until recently.
I wanted to beat my sisters.
That's right. My obnoxious, awfully prideful sisters. Why can't they be humble and modest as I?
About one of the arts, I had taken inspiration from lance Varay's combat techniques. Forming elemental weapons. It was easy, of course, to form constructs from mended dark flames and lightning until they took on solid shape.
The problem was that they behaved like anti-matter. Immediately after formation, they would explode as soon as the electric and magnetic fields that hold the elements in a near-perfect vacuum vanishe. The slightest collision of my magicules with the surrounding mana particles was enough to trigger a cascade of reactions-volatile ones.
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Serendipity (Veldora x TBATE)
Fanfiction"Once a True Dragon is born, it never truly dies. Even if one falls, another will rise, carrying the memories but with a different edge. It's like waking up knowing exactly what you are, but not always who you used to be." ~🐉~ What if Veldora never...
