"And that's when I crushed a Theocratic Knight's head with my bare fists! Hahaha! He didn't stand a chance!" This massive muscular woman with shoulder-length blonde hair and blue eyes was telling their story for the second time today. This story, in particular, depicting the occasion in which the Blue Roses had led a skirmish against the Sunlit Scripture, a special operations group from the neighboring Country known as the Slaine Theocracy.

This mysterious and beautiful muscular woman was known as Gagaran.

Evileye, a young blonde with her face hidden behind a white-masked encrusted with a singular red gem, along with black linear designs, sat there across the table from the muscle-head. Her red cloak encompassed entire being, her short and petite stature apparent.

They were currently at their favored Inn within the Re-Estize Capital City, an old friend visiting them, wanting to know about their recent adventures.

"That is quite the tale, Gagaran," an old lady seemed to chuckle at the woman's words. Whether or not they truly enjoyed the story was left to a mystery.

Evileye had known this woman for far longer than anyone in this group. She had been a member of the original thirteen heroes, legendary beings who had fought the evil deities that had threatened the realms two centuries ago.

From what she knew, her name is Rigrit, an elderly and wise woman. The lady was a skilled and masterful necromancer, one of the greatest human sorcerers known in the entire Kingdom.

It wasn't for this singular human being, who had lived for so long, Evileye may never have joined the Blue Roses. She would have remained in self-isolation, and at times, she sometimes thought that'd be better than watching her newfound friends grow old and perish as time passed her by.

Ever since becoming immortal, she had watched her zombified country of Invertia deteriorate. She had watched countless people age and die, time leaving her physically unscathed.

Immersing herself in the study of magic was her only pastime, creating new spells to combat the evil she sought to destroy. Whether or not it yet even existed, she could not allow what happened to her Kingdom happen again.

Her youthful ancient eyes hidden behind the faceless mask let their eyelids droop partially. Her eyes were centered on Rigrit, the oldest person she knew who was alive, other than the True Platinum Dragon Lord Tsaindorcus Vaision. One day, Evileye though, she would be the last one left watching over their shriveled corpses if she did not one day let down her talent.

She has long grey hair, braided into a long ponytail, that rested over the front-right side of her torso. She wears a long simple black robe, held in place with a red gemstone ornament over her sternum and has a black armored shoulder plate trimmed in gold on her left.

"You've told that story about six times already, you big Mass of Muscle," the small Vampire let out a quiet huff as she swayed her head side to side.

"Eh? What's this, Evileye? Don't bully me just because Rigrit enjoys my colorfully inflated story of our exploits. That's just rude, how about you share some of your stories then?" Gagaran grinned as she clapped down one of her armored fists upon the table between them.

The most disturbing thing about the musclehead was that while they had no chest, the woman wore large a massive set of crimson armor which boasted a heavy rounded metallic bosom.

Evileye groaned lightly at the woman's retort and turned her head away as she centered her gaze on two twins dressed in light armor and fishnets. They were ninjas, highly trained assassins and a member of the Blue Roses as well.

Strangely enough, after coming across their tastes, she could see pretty deeply into their personalties despite their stoic exteriors. Tia, the one wearing blue, was a shotacon and a wicked one at that. Tina her sister was a lesbian on quite the same level.

Her eyes moved towards their leader, Lakyus. She was a noblewoman and an Adventurer, and like a lot of people in this region had blonde hair, but in contrast to blue, she had green eyes. Her looks alone were charming, but her beauty was not on the same level as the Princess she believed herself to be friends with.

Lakyus seemed to be absorbed in looking at the recently updated job board that had been posted at the Inn for adventurers such as themselves. As they were the only Adamantite Adventurer group in the Kingdom other than Reddrop, it was clear their advanced services were in-demand but also rare to come by. Many of their jobs came from Princess Renner, even though the Adventurer Guild did not like the idea of doing politically motivating jobs.

"Maybe another time," Evileye absently spoke as she turned her head to look back towards Gagaran. She shared a glance with Rigrit before resting a hand on the table softly.

Her mind was going back to about two hundred some years ago when her Kingdom known as the Kingdom of Inveria had been reduced to zombified creatures. Her family, the Royal Family, had become mindless creatures. She, with her talent to copy even Wild Magic, survived as a Vampire alone.

It wasn't until the Heroes came for her that she finally had something, someone, to fight for. If they had never come for her, she would've never stopped looking for a cure. Or perhaps she would have, finding it impossible and moved on.

Letting her hand fall from the table, she pulled it back into her mantle which was wrapped entirely around herself. There was nothing of her body visible.

Rigrit held a subtle smile towards her, knowing her pain. The two knew this pain for a very long time, though it was Rigrit who had sought after immortality unlike the Vampire who had lost everything and everyone they had ever cared about.

"It is good to see you all getting along together," the old woman cackled favorably, keeping her arms crossed over her chest as her large sword rested upon her hip.

"Well, you are the one that got her to join us after all!" Guffawed Gagaran as she placed her hands on her knees, peering over at the woman.

"We all had to fight together to defeat her, as it was the only way to get her to join the team," Rigrit gave a quiet chortle as she corrected Gagaran. It took the entire team to defeat the little red hooded vampire that now sat around the same table as them.

"I would've won if you didn't fight along with them," Evileye retorted as her eyes rested upon the tabletop. Her voice was quiet, but she stated the particular fact without much of an attitude.

"You know that wasn't the point," Rigrit moved her hands to her hips as she looked over the small form that occupied the chair across from Gagaran.

"What are you guys talking about?" A warm cheerful voice illuminated their faces as Lakyus made her appearance, having left the job board behind. "Talking about anything interesting? Perhaps find any new information? A new joke? Hm? Either way, it's almost time to go see the Princess, I'm looking forward to tea." Dressed in her armor known as Virgin Snow, she was covered in vibrant blue and orange hues.

"It looks as if the Evil Boss is at it again," Tina spoke with a casual almost stoic tone, touching her blonde hair tied in a ponytail with a blue ribbon upon the back of her head. "Sis, we have to save the others."

"Is at what again?" Laughed Lakyus as she turned her eyes to the two twin ninjas, her teammates, former assassins who had gone out of their way to try and assassinate her and failed.

"Save the others," Tia echoed her sister as she was crouched down beside her, looking up towards the others with an impressive gleam in her eyes. Just like her sister, she was near expressionless.

Rigrit couldn't help but give a sudden burst of audible laughter, this is more entertainment than she had in over a month of traveling. "It seems your team is readying to defend themselves against you, my dear Lakyus."

"Then I guess I'll have to show them the true power of my Sword of Darkness! Haha, let's see you save yourselves first!" A devilish grin formed over her healthy pink-hued lips as she drew her massive sword. It was a beautiful dark blade reminiscent of the night sky with a strange otherworldly and starry sheen to it. The very grip of the weapon was brilliant and even had a black sapphire embedded within the pommel of the hilt itself.

The weapon was known as Kilineiram, a weapon once owned by a member of the Thirteen Heroes, a Half-Demon known simply as the Black Knight. It was indeed a powerful relic capable of great destructive prowess, but their leader had only unlocked a mere fragment of its power.

"Ahem!" A man dressed in standard military armor cleared his throat as he was standing behind the group known as the Blue Roses.

The adventurers turned their heads to look at the man wearing a leather cowl and armored tunic.

"Oh?" Rigrit raised a brow seeing the young man who was looking them over. Usually, they sent Climb if it were some sort of mission from the Princess, but it seemed this was a bit more formal.

"Adamantite Adventurers, Blue Roses, I have been dispatched to fetch you and deliver you to the Royal Palace. Something urgent has come up and the King, along with the Royal Family, would like your presence at once." The man's voice was stern, though he didn't look down on them, he was very serious about whatever he was talking about. He also chose his words carefully rather than blurting out whatever they were going to learn about.

Sheathing her weapon, Lakyus huffed lightly to herself as if their fun had been ruined. "And here I thought I would demonstrate my power over this demonic sword of darkness..." It was a joke, but part of her was entirely serious about her ability to withstand the sword's supposed corruption.

"I am not interrupting anything... Am I?" The Soldier looked over the women who were all looking at him as if their fun had been put to an untimely end.

"No, not at all." Rigrit walked over and pat him on the shoulder, "We'll be on our way then." This old necromancer was one of the original members of the Roses. Curious as to what their next job was going to be, she was curious as to what needed such attentions.

Like the parting sea, the women walked passed him at either side. The last two to walk passed him were none other than Evileye and Gagaran. His eyes watched as the small form practically hovered on by almost unfeelingly so.

Sometime later, Lakyus pushed through the double doors of the Princess's tea room. Around a white table was the King at one end, the Princess sitting beside him and the Crown Prince standing behind her with a cup of tea hooked upon his finger.

For a brief moment, the group of Adventurers paused seeing the Crown Prince, who lifted the cup from its saucer in some sort of gesture telling them to resume entry. Without much of a second later, he was taking a sip of the reddish bitter-sweet flavored tea.

"You may Approach," the King reinforced the Crown Prince's gesture.

After sharing swift glances, the Blue Roses started forward.

Evileye's gaze was fixated on the Crown Prince though behind her mask, as they were making their way into the room. It was unusual to see him here, especially so calmly beside Renner. He had yet to make a single rude remark about having adventurers serving Renner like personal pets

Instead, he was standing there pleasantly, only a few inches from Renner who wasn't even slightly distressed by the closeness of her brother. From last she knew, these two didn't get along.

"The Prince isn't known for drinking tea in a setting such as this... Why is he standing?" Gagaran observed, muttering under her breath in question, Evileye easily overhearing her words.

She couldn't help but agree with the muscle head when it came to this. It felt strange, different and to a certain point, she felt as if eyes were on her the entire time. Yet the Prince's gaze wasn't even visibly upon her for the time being.

Either way, Lakyus wore a smile as they approached the table and bowed in respect to the King. "We have come as directed, my King." Not only was Lakyus an Adventurer, but she was also a Noble. She wore a face of such grace as she stood before the table that separated them.

"Good... My children will now direct you in what comes next, it seems they have a far greater understanding of what is going on than I do." Ramposa looked towards his offspring, curious as to what kind of task they would give these adventurers.

Blinking at this, Evileye looked to the Prince as Lakyus received the item and unfolded the parchment. That was when the Prince looked down at her and winked, a display that made shivers go down her spine.

"Dear Brother, behave before I tell your wife about what you're doing," Renner's eyes tracked to the side as she noticed the action.

Innocently looking away, Barbro lifted his pinky finger as he went for another sip of tea.

Placing the teacup and saucer down upon the table, the Crown Prince drew a piece of paper from his vibrant militant inspired tunic. "A messenger from the Roble Holy Kingdom arrived earlier today after a nonstop restless journey north. His horse died right before his arrival

," he held the piece of parchment out for one of them to grasp.

As a mere human being, he was no match for her, or at least that is what she used to think. Before she could say a word, Gagaran and the twins subtly enclosed her behind their bodies as if to shield her.

Letting out a soft sigh, the Vampire's gaze turned to the backside of Lakyus, wondering what she was looking at.

"A massive leaning fortress has emerged along the eastern border of the Roble Holy Kingdom, surrounded by a frosty fog filled with glowing blue eyes that watch all who enter? Its exterior design matches the architectural Era of the Eight Greed Kings," She stared at the parchment, reading the words which were there and was in partial disbelief. "Wait... How can something that can overshadow the Great Wall of the Holy Kingdom be even bigger on the inside?"

"That is what we want you to figure out, and to learn if the inhabitants are a threat to Re-Estize," Renner spoke in a soft voice, accompanied by a smile across her lips.

"Lakyus, may I have a look?" Evileye reached out a hand, looking up at her leader, one that she was stronger than and could defeat alone. Watching as the woman handed her the parchment, Evileye looked over the details on the paper.

Over ten Paladins had gone in, a single squire was left behind and hadn't emerged, but there were presumably no confirmed casualties. However, what caught her eye was the information pertaining to their encounter. A man who stands ten feet tall transformed into a massive wolf three times the size of a horse.

"This... Sounds like an exaggeration, I've heard of no such man or beast," Lakyus was peering over the youthful vampire's shoulder, continuing her inspection of the page with her eyes. "Though I doubt he could withstand the blade of my Kilineiram."

Aware of the existence and nature of players, who she refers to as a race alone, Evileye was becoming curious about what kind of person this being could be. Was this giant wolf evil like the Greed Kings, or was he considered benevolent like the Six Great Gods or even the Leader of the Thirteen Heroes?

The eyes in the mist also made her curious, wondering what they were. Frost, Fog, Tower. None of it made sense in her mind just yet, but there was also no visible representation either. Handing the paper back to her lead, Evileye placed a hand under her chin in thought.

Rigrit who had been watching her had noticed this as well. As she had been a part of the Heroes as well, she too knew of players and so did the Platinum Dragon Lord they were friends with.

With the appearance of a player, she could only assume this could end in various manners. She had only met the two now-deceased players from the Thirteen Heroes. Rigrit's next course of action was already predetermined in her mind, she had to inform Tsaindorcus Vaision.

Moving to be at Evileye's level by bending down behind the backs of the others, the old woman placed a hand on the petite female's shoulder.

"Rigrit?" Evileye looked to her long time friend, seeing the words in her eyes before she could even speak them, and leaned her head down slightly in thought.

"I have to go meet with our mutual friend, stay with the Blue Roses, investigate the tower but do not endanger yourself needlessly. I will join you when I can, my old friend," she spoke lowly as to keep from being heard, though Evileye was sure her own team already knew where Rigrit would go.

"I can probably handle myself, and with the rest of the team, I doubt we'll fall." Evileye analytically stated not really understanding or assuming how powerful the new arrivals to the world could possibly be.

The two of them nodded to one another with a common understanding in mind before turning their attention forward to hear more from the Royals. It was strange that out of all of them, Renner and the Crown Prince were the most calm and more informed than the King himself.

Did they get their information from somewhere else, or were they just confident in what they had?

Evileye peered passed her friends toward the Crown Prince, her eyes narrowing on his hand as he was reaching out to retrieve his teacup. There was a new ring that curiously adorned his finger.

...

Rigrit stood at the main gate of the Royal Capital, watching as the wagon pulled her former Adventurer colleagues off towards their assignment due south. A plain smile adorned her lips, a blank expression deep in her eyes. She had no idea where or who the Blue Roses were being sent off to, but there was danger and she was sure of it.

"Good luck Invern," Rigrit chuckled to herself as she could see the Prime Grade Sorcerer sitting in the back of the coach she was riding within. "Don't be too much of a crybaby," the old woman cackled to herself as she turned and began walking a different path.

Her path was probably more traveled by, as the Slaine Theocracy was probably a much safer place for humans than the Roble Holy Kingdom. Though she had a feeling that was about to change.

If a human player came, then wouldn't that mean they would serve humanity first? Yes, that is true. However, if a non-human player came along, would they see the humans as the same as them? Or would a non-human see them as mere playthings and prey to devour?

Numerous scenarios could go down and her mind was processing only those she could think of at the time. If it was an Angel, if it was a Demon, if it was some other species that wasn't human what would happen?

The irony that it could be an elf made her snicker to herself.

There were many things on her mind, and too much at that.

Her gaze kept fixed on the South East, she had a particular destination and a limited amount of mana. Though she was considered one of the most powerful human magic users on the continent, it was clear she still had limitations.

Traveling alone was efficient, you didn't have to wait on anyone. That was something she didn't necessarily think of as a truth. She had been a part of a couple of Adventurer Parties, so she hadn't been alone for a long time. At one point she was with the thirteen heroes and another two hundred years later, in which she was with the Blue Roses.

The idea of being a hero was in her mind. Even though she chose something as hideous as Necromancy as her school of choice, she was still a good person even at heart.

As people walked on by, she continued to let her mind wander. She needed to think for the time being, before going and doing anything rash. Teleportation a spell she could use, both she and the little vampire could use it to go just about anywhere in a small amount of time.

The longer the distance though, the more mana was needed. While she had a large reserve, teleporting directly from one place to another would be dangerous, considering how far away the flying castle once belonging to the Eight Greed Kings was located.

Thirty-Eight Guardians kept that place secure, the City itself was hidden by strong illusions, the castle itself was guarded by the son of the late Dragon Emperor. Vaision was one of the last True Dragon Lords still in existence as they were able to use Wild Magic.

Magic so chaotic that it siphons power from one's soul or other person's soul to be used. If someone had too weak of a soul, the Wild Magic spell that was used could consume entire cities or even nations depending on how much or many were needed.

It was truly fascinating magic, but it was also archaic compared to Tier Magic that used mana instead of the soul of its user to power it. The only reason dragons seem to have it is because their souls were not only larger than humans but also regenerated over time.

She believed that if the Dragon Lord wanted to become the most powerful, in terms of living beings of the rest of this world, he could achieve it.

The only thing stopping himself from doing as such was just him. The True Dragon Lord Tsaindorcus Vaision, known as Platinum when he was within the party of the thirteen heroes, was restricting himself to watching over the world. Guarding the Guild Weapon of the Eight Greed Kings that could essentially be used to tip the power of the entire continent.

"My old friend, how long has it been since we last talked...?" She asked herself aloud as she looked to the sky above. Wondering still, if it had been the right idea to let her Blue Roses to go all that way alone. "Years perhaps... Less than a century?"

Perhaps she could have gone with them? If she did, she could ascertain the situation and inform the Dragon Lord. Otherwise, there was a chance she would lose her comrades forever.

Walking past a couple of farmers coming from a nearby village, she didn't even bother glancing at them. Those who passed her by either knew nothing about her, or she was seen as a 'world-class' hero. She rested her palm against her sword hilt's grip, raising the scabbard behind her slightly as she did so.

In her mind the twelve other friends were walking beside her, marching with her. The Black Knight, The Magic Craftsman, the Elven Royal, the Dwarven King, Izaniya, the Warrior Captain of the Air Giants, and the numerous others who's faces were lost to memory and written in story or song.

"I wonder how Leader would've reacted to such a place appearing in our world... Perhaps he would know who was inside of it, this wolf-like being..." She fixated her gaze forward, she was sure people were looking at her for talking to herself, but she was a two-hundred-year-old lady... Who would blame her? Plus, talking to one's self was rather healthy, at least according to the Leader himself.

The Necromancer went on walking for hours at a time, barely even stopping at the rest stops between Cities and Towns, or even villages. It would take at least two days for the team to make it down to the Citadel that had appeared, so there was no real rush needed.

Rigrit was rather enjoying this walk alone, albeit in her mind she wasn't alone.

Since hours passed her by without her notice, she was quick to find that the sun was finally going down. Her eyes were on the horizon that was littered with trees, meadows and artificial structures. As night began to fall upon the realms around her, she smiled faintly as if the world was being engulfed in a peaceful sheet of eternal darkness.

It felt as if someone was smiling down on her in return, even watching. Who it was? Rigrit didn't know, but if it was someone from that tower that appeared, she could only be fearful. If someone could watch from such a distance, it wouldn't bode well with her.

Unknown to her, it wasn't Rigrit specifically being watched. It was just a single person viewing and standing over a singularly massive map that remotely surveyed a large portion of human civilization.

"『Teleportation』," Rigrit used the spell to teleport from her present position to the next desired location. For her, it was only an instant, and that was all that was needed, as she emerged in front of the entrance to the flying castle overseeing the Ancient City of the Eight Greed Kings.

Her eyes stared at the massive doors of the Eryuentiu's Flying Castle.

After a short while, she did enter the building however without fail. Continuing through the great hall, she eventually found herself standing in front of a large slumbering dragon. Folding her hands in front of her pelvis region.

His form was massive, majestic in all the right ways, in all proportions. His white scales shimmered in the light, he was like a piece of artwork, one that any being would want to get their hands on.

This creature before her was as powerful as just about anyone if not anything she had seen or thought of. Perhaps, he could even be stronger than the player that had appeared.

Despite his colossal size though, his sleeping face and soft breathing were far too gentle. It was too much of a contrast that it was almost comedic. Letting out a soft giggle of her own, she watched as the large dragon stirred where he lay, lounging in his dreams.

"Rise and shine, it is time to wake," Rigrit spoke cooly with a fine grin across her lips. Her eyes had slipped across the metallic suit of armor in the corner of the room. It was in mint condition, just like the last time she had laid her eyes upon it.

Hearing the voice of his friend the dragon's eyes popped open, his pupils growing before forming into slits. Focusing his gaze ahead of himself, he chuckled seeing the human.

"Ah, Rigrit my old friend..." His eyes looked over the necromancer who had seemingly appeared before him. Though she had been standing there for quite a while. "It has been a while," his eyes grazed over the woman's finger, not seeing the ring in which he had supplied her. "Oh? That ring is gone, what transpired? I can't envision anyone taking it from you… But it is still an object that transcends the realms of humanity. It must not fall into the wrong hands. Especially the Slane Theocracy or the likes of the Black Scripture."

"Hm. I gave it to a young lad who would be able to protect it and use it in a far greater capacity than I. Worry naught, for I doubt anyone would be able to pry that ring from his finger." The old woman assured the dragon who lifted its head to speak to her.

"Hah... I trust your judgment," Keeping his head raised he looked over his friend, she seemed a little off, as if something was bothering her. "You hold trouble on your face my friend, is there trouble that I have yet to take notice of? Or are you here to share your stories of a lone traveler roaming the world's farthest reaches?" The dragon chose to muse aloud as he continued to look her over curiously, if not completely concerned with her well-being.

Letting out a sigh as he babbled on about what she might be here for, she shook her head. At least is first guess was correct, even though that was probably the only serious one that came out of his mouth. "There has been an appearance, Tsa, an entire fortress appeared out of thin air near the Roble Holy Kingdom. They've sent word to the Re-Estize Kingdom... The Blue Roses along with Evileye have been dispatched to help investigate."

"An appearance... That seems to be relatively close to our position," the Dragon looked away for a brief moment as he thought to himself silently. The look of a ponder could be seen in his eyes.

"There have been no fatalities, but the Paladin Order seems to have been pushed out by whatever they attacked inside." Rigrit had seemed the words written on the parchment, though there was a missing Paladin, death was not confirmed.

"If it is indeed an enemy, it should be dealt with accordingly..." The Dragon's gentle voice moved on as he kept his gaze on the woman before her who nodded in agreement. "The beings known as players have corrupted our world, and have continued to do so with their powers and their items... They could bring an end to the world as we know it." His eyes closed for a few seconds as he let a slow exhale through his nose.

"... If the tremors have indeed come again after more than two hundred years... Let us hope it is something that will help the world like Leader had," she spoke sadly as she reminded herself of a hero who had died early on in their crusade against the Evil Deities.

Nodding in agreement, the dragon wanted the best, but he knew the world didn't always deliver on the hopes of the people. The Theocracy was only holding its place because it can't deploy its secret weapon, its trump card, due to his more than probable interference.

Perhaps he could use this new player in order to level the playing field? Even out the justice in the world? The idea wasn't a bad one, but it also wasn't a good one either, but at the same time it would remove a thorn that was in his side.

"Do you plan on deceiving him with your suit of armor, like you did your friends, so many years ago?" A faint smile remained across her lips as she let her eyes be entrapped over her age-old friend's appearance.

"It's a him? No, deceiving him with a suit of armor that is in the shape of a man, may just turn him against us. Deceit may very well be the work of sin," the Dragon remained at rest as he spoke.

"Yes... It is a male as from the report drawn up by the Holy Kingdom, and there was only one missing, a Squire rather than a fully-fledged Paladin." Rigrit sighed as she thought about a single life being held in the tower, not knowing their fate, or what power was being held over them.

"Hm. The other True Dragon Lords are off doing their own perversions, most in particularly the Bright Dragon, leading experiments to breed with humans. The Deep Dark Dragon Lord doesn't even raise his head out of the ground, he's always shut-in that giant cave of his, who knows what he is doing. The Heavenly Dragon Lord just flies around all the time," thinking about who he could call for reinforcements probably wasn't worth it. There was no one he could call on that would even bother lifting a finger as not only did they do nothing against the Eight Greed Kings, but neither did he.

Though since she spoke of there being no deaths, only a missing Squire, the Dragon could only assume that the player didn't mean harm. The question was, would the human Kingdom just sit by and watch whatever they do without acting? Humans have come a long way, they would definitely be arrogant enough to keep attacking unless things became mutual.

"Do you think he is keeping this missing Squire? Or could they already be dead?" Rigrit wasn't necessarily completely disturbed. It would be strange if all of the Paladins had gotten out. If they had attacked whatever was inside first, then she was even more surprised they made it out alive.

"If he is keeping them, what do you think his plan is? What would he use them for?" Vaision was curious as to what his friend could come up with. He could think of a few things a human could be useful for in this scenario, but there weren't a great many that would end well for them in the end.

Scratching her chin, Rigrit surmised a few things from the report that had been shared with the Blue Roses, and her by extension as she had joined them. "The report was short, it held very little detail, especially who this Squire was. Leaving out such details could imply many things, but at the same time, it could mean nothing other than a rushed report. From what I saw, the penmanship was filled with fear from the writer."

"It is unlikely he is using them as a hostage if they're just a Squire, if they have no political advantage over them, then what is their use?" Even the Platinum Dragon Lord wasn't quite sure what he would do with a random human squire who happened to be captured for invading his home. "Or they could be using them for information... How old is the information?"

"Two days at best, three or four at worst," Rigrit shook her head as she uttered her words in concern. "Though I am sure we would have heard more if all-out war broke out."

"A war would make it far more noticeable, you are not wrong about this my friend. If they are anything like Leader, they will want information on our world... Especially since there is no leaving, not in the form in which they'd like." Vaision huffed as he reminisced over how the Leader killed a fellow player and died shortly after, refusing resurrection in death.

"Should we get ready to disembark?" Rigrit inquired with a brow raised lightly.

"You know that I cannot come with you, not like this," Vaision responded honestly with a huff, before gesturing his head towards the suit of armor. "I will go as this suit of armor, as your friend, which will count as an extension of myself. If this player is on the side of Good, then perhaps I will leave this place one day. Until then, I must protect this place against anyone who will misuse its treasures left behind by the Eight Greed Kings."

Rigrit nodded solemnly, "We have a couple of days, why don't we use them to catch up... And I must meditate to regulate and restore my Mana." The old woman chuckled to herself, "Then perhaps you may choose to change your mind."

"Do as you will, Rigrit," the Dragon's gaze rested on the woman as she sat there in front of him, resting her weapon over her lap with a smartass's smile across her lips. It seemed she was not going to take no for an answer this time. If she believed that her friends were in genuine danger, what would a suit of armor do when compared to a true dragon lord himself?

The question that echoed in the back of his mind, however, was that if this man stronger or weaker than himself. It was a hard one to answer without seeing him face to face, and having little knowledge as to who he was.

If he came in some sort of tower as described, there was no telling what kind of beings were found within. The Very Guardians of this place were created by the Eight Greed Kings.

There still seemed to be the possibility that the persons who lived in that tower were far greater than them, just who could they be?