On the Building of Economics, Alana was the first one in the three storey wooden establishment that had a ornate exterior full of roses with flowers and leaves neatly placed on the entrance and around the windows. She instantly started looking around and soon stops and puts her hand on her hip.
"M'Lord, I do not read nor speak Malawuke."
"Took you long enough to realize. Step aside then, I'll translate for you. Elizabeth, can you read the language?"
"Not at all My Lord."
"Bahamut?"
"Well Master... It looks like drawings."
"Good enough. Miss Receptionist!"
With a quaint stare, the skinny Elven woman minding her own business on the entrance door turned her face to the human.
"How may I help you, sir?"
"Do you have anything in Common or English?"
"Hmmmm... we might have one on the notice board. English... is that the Common from the other world, sir?"
"Yes. I speak and write that one."
"Let me check sir..." she then goes into her papers and shuffles through a pile on her desk. "If I may ask... but do all Elves know how to write?"
"No sir. I am actually one of the twenty people in the Capital that knows how to write. Ten works here and another ten on the Mother Tree."
"R-Really?"
"We don't really have much use for writing. Most if not everything is shown with drawings or exchanged through verbal means. It was only eighty years ago when the Chiefs started to get more involved with the Outsiders that they allowed people to learn languages and writings, sir."
"I see... very interesting. Bahamut!" in her dragon form. Bahamut sneaks up into the desk in her small kitten sized form. "Yes Master?"
"Can you see if there's any Common around here?"
"I looked at the notice board and there is indeed Common. Though it's on the upper right hand and very few."
"That M'Lord! I wanna see whatever is on that notice board!"
"Just wait a bit Alana." he then lifts his beret and swipes his hair back. "So, found anything in English yet?"
"Hmmmm..." the Elven woman with a long ponytail that reaches her waist looks up and sees Bahamut in her small Dragon form. Sniffing around the desk like a dog. "OH MY! LOOK AT HOW CUTE YOU ARE!" Without even asking for permission, she holds Bahamut like a kitten. The Dragon completely froze as her long slender fingers picked her up. "M-Master?"
"Ahahahahaha, looks like the Elves have a thing for cute little danger lizards."
"For a small creature, you sure have a very womanly voice. Is that Dragonian I hear? I also speak that language. Hello... hello."
"Put me down, woman! I am not a house cat! I am Bahamut! The Majestic Void Dragon God!"
"Ohhh what a spicy deep voice! Come here to my bosom." The Elven woman then hugs the Dragon tightly.
"Just be careful. Domesticated Dragons might be very friendly. But there are still wild animals deep down. Even ones that can talk are still unpredictable at times."
"Is that so?" She then lets go of the Dragon. Letting it breathe. "MASTER! I ALMOST SUFFOCATED FROM HER BREASTS!" Paul immediately smiles at the Elf and gently takes Bahamut from her hands. Letting the Dragon rest on his palm and gently started scratching the side of her belly. "Ahahahahaha, yeah. That's what a talkative Dragon sounds like."
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Army of the Damned
General Fiction"The objective here is to return home. By any means necessary." An Isekai about Politics, Strategy and War. Players of Dark World, a Full Dive VR game suddenly got teleported into the world of Threa. Our cast of people, found and recuited by a luckl...
