Army of the Damned

VOLUME 12 Chapter 4

Through the scenic forest, a carriage train pulled by a single dark horse from the depths below the living trudges through the trail. Behind them, a large mountain's peak was eaten up by the hills of the open fields they passed through. The large four metallic pillars that once housed something large disappearing through the wheat and the weeds growing perilously through the sinking cold and the amping heat.

Sitting on a front, a dehydrated man wearing a Peasant's ensemble, a tan cotton tunic and baggy canvas pants with leather jackboots sits in front with a wonderfully attractive girl in her mid teenage years. Her sharp ears and the fangs on her upper jaw is prevalent as she tries to make the man smile. With an open mouth, her clean white teeth shone bright through the shade of the countless trees that perch over the dusty road there on.

"M'Lord, do not worry! Tonight-"

"HHHHAAAAH..." as if to gasp for air after hearing the word. It made the man's eyes open wide as he leaned away from her, but trapped by the cramped space of the seat and the toeboard below him. The front spokes of the wagon jeered to the left as the horse pulling the two carriages, one with a tall tarp and another, with a flat one that's hitched to them took a turn to zig zag in the tight road.

"N-no! I mean, M'Lord. I will cook some very good beef burgundy with fine wine! A signature in my region!"

"Haaaa.... Phew." Deflating upon hearing it. A tall floating woman in a dark gown appears next to him. She had her hands on her back as she waved to the Vampire sitting next to him. "Morning. Is Master still unable to talk?"

"Sadly, he is."

"We really overdid it now. But since we're already here. I'll talk on behalf of Master."

"Haaa.. ahh... ahhhh..aaa."

"Master says that should be better enough to last all of us till we reach Gareth's borders at least."

"Do not worry, M'Lord! It will be enough till we reach the Fortress City, even!"

"Aaaaa... ahhh... haaaa..." rumbling like a zombie as his cheekbones were lit up by the piercing star rays, it was more pronounced and even though he was still bulky, the man was evidently lacking in much needed protein and even basic water.

Sitting behind by the tailgate of the wagon, watching the second carriage that's hitched to their main one waggle along the trail was a blonde woman in her late twenties. She held just as much beauty as the two in the front, but; hers stood out. Each movement of her fingers through the now flatter and presentable black cape was elegant and solemn,

Her porcelain face up close to it as she bit the string with her fangs. Though in a raggedy peasant attire consisting of a white cotton blouse and a brown corset coupled with a long crimson skirt and heeled shoes, it only made her seem more attractive.

Like a woman who'd be hailed as the Village beauty by her presentation alone with each movement being calculated to be the maximum effect of her looks. She looks around and sees the open fields pass behind them and she just lifted her left leg up to focus more on the cape.

Her slender fingers being fast on its work as it rethreads the loose ones and she was ever so closer to fully finishing her Lord's cape.

"My Lord! Worry not! Your cape should be finished even before we reach the border!"

"GRRRRR... Haaahhh... Aaaa!"

"Master said, Did you really have to push it to multiple days even though I told you I didn't have any aphrodisiac or any performance enhancing potions on me?!... or something along those lines."

"Haaaa... aaaa... I truly tried My Lord. But you saw it yourself, not even the company of the Countess or even the Goddess could satiate us and one another."