Trapped in Another World With No Magic

Chapter 128: The Gamble on the Archfiend

Daniel rests on the lounge floor near the gathering area of the airship belonging to Grand Duchess Aramellianna kos Stalvaltan. The Grand Duchess herself accompanied the airship, in spite of the danger, along with her eldest daughter Wenlianna. Fortunately, the airship is heading away from Yaulwembor's retreat direction, which the wing golems have been able to pursue. They aren't equipped to fight the beast, but they'll keep track of where it flees to in order for them to hunt down.

The human mechanic's head is swirling and aching, along with the whole body, mind, and soul exhaustion he is experiencing from the collective battle and subsequent scolding he received from everyone during the return to the city. He's heavily drunk from healing potations, since his miniscule mana capacity gained through drinking dragon milk only provides him with a very slow and limited healing capacity. Everyone else is resting to recover mana, since his life is no longer in danger, but he definitely isn't in his best state.

And, in addition to that, potations are closer to paint thinner or gasoline than an actual potable drink. Especially compared to his wine or rum, no one in their right mind would recreationally drink a potation. Even with his life on the line, it's a process to choke them down, and he had to drink half a cup just to bring the pain down.

Neith, who is now in his human form, is seated against one of the lounge sofas nearby, similarly drunk from a high amount of healing potations due to the injuries he sustained fighting Yaulwembor in close combat. He was hit with shrapnel from the polonium bullet, so he also had to dunk in the lake in order to allow Ryuogriar to transform him, since his mana was depleted. It's likely Yaulwembor's negated mana will recover within a day or so, going off of how quickly Doephluev can burn through the plutonium plates put into her special harness, which Daniel hasn't bothered to renew for a while now. Summoning radioactive materials is extremely costly on the Citadel's resources, and he can only summon a single piece at a time, since the moment it appears, the magic summoning circle is disabled. And, if the ingot is too large, even more of the Citadel can be shut down inadvertently.

Hekate is resting, since her own body took a beating, and Daniel gave her Shek's milk, since it also has healing and mana restorative properties, but is non-alcoholic.

Aramellianna studies the battered group of fighters that took on Rohgattabor, and ended up entangled with an ancient breed of pseudo dragon that has the equivalent mana and magic spell repertoire of a much older dragon than even Neith. Wenlianna is seated next to Daniel, occasionally casting ice magic on his forehead to help relieve him.

"Has anyone told you, Daniel, that Emperors and Empresses are supposed to be among the last to enter a battlefield?"

Daniel replies quietly, "It's... come up... I think... I don't remember..."

She sighs, though with a soft smile. "From what I hear, all of your bravery is quite commendable."
"Your knights really saved us," explains Vaergraes. Aramellianna has heard most of the details, but it makes her proud that the comparatively weak knights were able to at least hold their own in the fight. Both of them were dismissed to the guardsmen's berthing to sleep after making their report.

"Yes. I intend to commend them for their efforts. Though, I suppose that right falls to the Empress, yes?"

"You'd tell that woman about all this?" murmurs Hekate in disappointment.

The Grand Duchess simply stares at her with an amused smile.

The feldrok teen blushes, pointing at herself. "W-Wait... Me?"

The Stalvaltan matriarch nods. "Of course. The Stalvaltan Grand Duchy is a vassal of the Fievegal now, yes? And, Sir Helbeit and Sir Resken served in your mission. If you don't feel they are worthy of commendation, then I will..."