Army of the Damned

VOLUME 12 Chapter 2

Being the first to wake up of the party, the woman with her long shiny black hair and straight bangs turns to her corners. Seeing Elizabeth next to her, who was quietly resting and next to the bed, on the ground inside a large futon was Jackson and Minuit. Both of them hugged one another as the man drooled from his mouth and he uttered some mumbles in his sleep.

They were all visibly smiling as they slept comfortably, looking as if they planned to sleep the entire day as the cloudless sky outside was already blue as the morning dew approached them. Covering the airbase with a light rain, and the leaves gaining a much needed reprieve from the few days of endless and sunless warfare that occurred in the area.

"Tsk." She then changes into her Dragon form. Crawling down the steel frame of the bed where she then turns back into her human form. Quietly observing the Vampires and her Master, they were so deep in their rest that she just turned away to the wardrobe and checked what she could wear.

Seeing her usual gown, the Dragon removes her retro school uniform and changes back to the most common ensemble she's known for. At the mirror, her funeral gown's dark hue was seemingly different, as if it was less darker than usual. She just shrugs it off and walks outside.

Even though the Sun was still hiding in the horizon, skeleton soldiers were hard at work cleaning up the city with the Dwarven guild that was called in. Running around the clock nonstop as cargo planes carrying all manners of equipment and vehicles took off. Those unable to be used are being broken down on the very corner of the Base. Far outside her field of view as the tall buildings for the Officers and Main Staff covered the rest of that section of the base.

Walking around, almost no one was awake and the street was as quiet as could be. Leaves were littering the place as some get blown by the wind and into the outer perimeter of the base.

Through the corner of her eye, she notices someone wearing a glistening white outfit with golden braids on its front that's attached to the buttons of whatever jacket the person was wearing.

With a quick turn, she follows it through an alleyway in between the buildings which leads to a fountain. The statue on it depicts the B-52H that the Airbase once housed in full thrust as it took off and in the very south of the small park was a pavilion with multiple mirrors.

Inside it was a lanky young man who couldn't be past his twenties. Wielding a holy sword with golden blonde hair and blue eyes that seem to shine even without the presence of light, he busily fixed his bangs, continually observing his bubbly cheeks and even the smallest wrinkles on his uniform he'd fix and clean.

The man then stops and notices the slim and slender figure of Bahamut. Already right behind him like a ghost.

"I didn't know the Hero of Man is so much into himself."

"Ahahahaha, It seems that I've been caught. Of course only you could do that, Bahamut without me even detecting you from far away."

"Mhm. What are you looking out for anyways? Even if you were to wear a sack, you'd still look like one of the most handsome men around."

"Oh my, you are making me blush. I get it and this is you giving a compliment in your own way?"

"I do not know. Master also says that to me from time to time, but I am merely saying what I am seeing and observing. We Dragons don't have a way with words in terms of Human language. The truth will make you stronger, anything else is a bonus."

"I see. I can never find anything about you that could bore me. One moment you seem like the most beautiful woman to ever grace the soil of the continents with a personality that would mend with anyone and then a mere second after that, you seem like a creature truly above us all."