Chapter 278: When Trouble Comes In Pairs
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake stared at the top of the tent’s canvas, the morning light brightening it slightly as it bleed through. The torches within the tent long since burned out and the rain finally sputtered to a stop.
<span style="font-weight:400">He gave a slight grin and whispered, “Not like I could have heard it anyway…”
<span style="font-weight:400">A soft groan came from his side and he looked over to see Sah Ul’ nuzzled close. Her breathing had be steady and evenpared to the night before after they had avenged Rvul.
<span style="font-weight:400">How she was truly feeling mentally he could only guess. And why she had decided now of all times to consummate their marriage was a mystery to him.
<span style="font-weight:400">But he had no qualms with being led by the nose. In fact, seeing this side of Sarah was a type of gap moe he could only dream of. He had in a way, tamed a warrior princess.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Xena, eat your heart out.”
<span style="font-weight:400">But Drake’s blissful monologue could onlyst so long before something as always came up.
<span style="font-weight:400">His body was still somewhat aching but recovered for the most part. It seemed his Asuran blood wasn’t just for show. Compared to thest time he went overboard and used Septenarius the first time, it was a walk in the park.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake’s aura and skills had gone back up and in full effect once he and Sarah had finished bumping uglies, and Sarah had gone to sleep. Leaving Drake to his thoughts for the rest of the night till morning.
<span style="font-weight:400">And there was currently someone outside the tent.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake got up, doing his best not to disturb Sah Ul’, and dressed himself. Going out and exiting the tent a frowning Natto faced him.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Satisfied with ourselves are we?” she groused.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t. Also, she tapped out first,” Drake said, raising his eyebrows, “Just for the record.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Natto’s eyebrow twitched, “For whose record?! Enough of your false bravado. We have a mountain of things to address and I have forced myself to be patient while you deal with your grief and urges.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“More problems? Have the teense back yet?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“There are several urgent matters. First, we simply do not have enough housing to amodate the new residents should they all choose to stay. Unless there are craftsmen that can help with erecting the buildings we need it will be difficult. Then there is the infrastructure for the sewage and water systems. <i><span style="font-weight:400">And</i><span style="font-weight:400"> after that, we will need to expand the farnd we are developing as well as capture more domestic monsters for food!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“That’s a lot of problems.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Whose fault do you think this is?!? I have tried to inform you earlier but you would not listen!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well it sounds like whoever you told didn’t want to listen and needs to be fired from his job,” Drake proposed.
<span style="font-weight:400">“That person is you, dolt!” Natto screamed, sighing, she rubbed her temples, “This is not the only problem. This morning we also had arge group of visitors who need to be greeted. They demand to see you and will not see anyone else.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake tensed. Thest time he had heard this it was Marrissah.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Fine, which gate? I’ll deal with it now.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“The South Gate. It seems that they havee a long way,” Natto exined, “They are beastkin, but that is all I know.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ah, I’ll head there now. Come get me when either Sarah wakes up or the teens are back. Once they are back I’ll have to have a sit down with them and the elf princesses.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Princesses? You did not mention there was royalty among them. This could change things…”
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake wanted to ask how, but he needed to go to the gate and greet the visitors. Despite what happened with Marrissah he was still the lord of the city and would have to continue his duties as such.
<span style="font-weight:400">Sighing he began walking in that direction. Along the way he was joined by Bjorn, Chelsea, and eventually Theodore.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I heard what happened, not sure what to say, bro… How is she holding up?” Bjorn asked, cing a hand on his shoulder.
<span style="font-weight:400">“She’s not doing the best, but she’s resting right now. Sucks that you can’t take a break even when you need to. The world doesn’t stop just because something tragic happens,” Drake grimaced, “I’m heading to the South Gate, apparently there’s more visitors, you guysing?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“This one would go to worlds far abound to apany my Lord! In thou’s time of need, one’s knight must be ever-present! Tis a matter of course!” Theodore boomed.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, how I missed your enthusiasm, Theo. I could use more of that right now,” Drake chuckled.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You know Drake, I know we’ve had our differences but… I am really sorry for Sarah’s and yours loss. My parents haven’t been around for a long time, but I know how it feels…” Chelsea consoled.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Thanks. I lost my Dad when I was pretty young but I still remember how the months felt after…” Drake sighed, “I appreciate the thoughts guys, really.”
<span style="font-weight:400">They talked casually for a while longer. Drake found out that Bjorn and Chelsea had found a ce to stay somewhat close to the center of the city. Also, Harley was now stuck to house duty full time as she was entering the end of her pregnancy.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Kids huh…” Drake mused, thinking of Sah Ul’, “Do you think you’ll be a good Dad Theo? Who am I kidding, you''re the head of a school now aren’t you? Practically made for raising kids at this point!” he smirked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“It truly is a blessing, my Lord. However, this one would be remiss to not state how nerve-wracking preparing for a newborn is. Perhaps even more disastrous than maintaining my love’s appetite…” Theodoreughed but it was hollow and empty.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake took a good look at Theodore, noticing the bags under his eyes, and his mustache not shining as it once did. Theodore was tired, it was in to see now.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hey, you’re not selling me on kids right now Theo,” Drake scoffed.
<span style="font-weight:400">Theodore shook his hands and fixed his monocle, “A thousand apologize, my Lord. This one would never insinuate that thou would be on the same poor level of parenting as I. In fact this one looks forward day by day to the time this one can serve his Lord’s heirs! Speaking of which, this one has a proposal of sorts!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, what’s that?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“In light of recent events, this one wishes to rename the Academy. This one thought it best to erect a statue of thete Rvul Rahk and name the school, The Rvul Magic Academy. That is if my Lord finds it fitting.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake smiled, “I don’t think there’s a better name, thank you, Theo. I’d be honored to make the statue myself when I have some time.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Theodore nodded, “Perfect! This one also thought it best to ask my Lord if he would do the honor of both doing so and giving the new students a small speech! This one has heard of theing refugees and expects many to be enrolling into the school as per Lady Natto’s instruction. This one is sure they would like nothing better than to hear their savior''s words of encouragement!”
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake gave a wry smile, not sure if that was true.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’ll think it over…”
<span style="font-weight:400">After a few more minutes of walking they arrived at the South Gate. And as expected there was a swath of beastkin waiting impatiently.
<span style="font-weight:400">When Drake’s small group arrived, the entirety of at least a hundred people turned and red their way.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh their piercing res wound me,” Drake gasped.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Shouldn’t you be more like, professional,” Bjorn scoffed.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I could, but that isn’t exactly me,” Drake shrugged.
<span style="font-weight:400">The crowd parted and a giant of a beastkin woman stepped forward.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake was struck by how she looked. Long white hair that went to her ankles and two tails swaying back and forth. She wore tight leather armor under what looked to be chainmail. But her most distinctive features were her height, standing at least a head taller than Drake almost on par with Bjorn. And therge toothy grin she had creasing her face as she looked down at Drake. Finally she had an eyepatch covering her left eye, the other a brilliant sky blue.
<span style="font-weight:400">“So you’re the little Lord I’ve been hearing about!” she boomed.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I am not little,” Drake grumbled, “What brings you here? What makes you think you need to speak to me?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ah! Right to the point! I like that!” she smiled, “I am Teresa de Hielu, Pack Leader of the Ice Wolves. I’ve heard that you are liberating my kin from vers and I havee to pick them up.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Kin?” Drake thought aloud, “You mean Atropos and Clotho?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“They would be the ones. My sister left them in my care when she died during the Great Hunt. I’m ashamed to admit that we were separated during the end and had no idea what happened until I was told by some of the people you had freed.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Teresa looked Drake up and down, bringing a hand to her chin and her smile growing as she did.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Say… You are a lot stronger than I was told… How about a fight?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Excuse me?” Drake asked, unable to keep pace with the woman’s straightforwardness.
<span style="font-weight:400">“A fight! It will be mating season soon and I must find a suitable sire. What do you say? If you win you can have your way with me, if I win you will be my stud while we repopte the n.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“<i><span style="font-weight:400">Excuse me?</i><span style="font-weight:400">” Drake repeated.
<span style="font-weight:400">“It’s a good deal, no? No man has ever been strong enough to submit me,” she grinned, showing sharp canines, “And I’ve never seen one strong enough to keep my interest! Oh, are you worried about my purity? Do not! I have never mated before, it is tradition in the Ice Wolves to only have one life partner you see. I know you humans are very picky about that sort of thing.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake held up a hand, “Yeah, no. I’m all full up on that, I have a wife, several actually…” he coughed, ire and him might not be officially married but he would be disgusted with himself if he didn’t include her.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sorry, but asking was only a formality!” Teresaughed, rushing forward.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake zoned in on the rushing woman. She was not the fastest he had ever seen but definitely ahead of the teens. He gave her a quick once over.
<b>[Teresa de Hielu Level 21]</b>
<i><span style="font-weight:400">She’s a pretty high level. Has everyonee this far already? Or was that tutorial particrly hard?</i><span style="font-weight:400"> He thought.
<span style="font-weight:400">But Drake had just finished fighting Xavier, the scum of Sandal. And Teresa was admittedly leagues below him. So much so that he took a minute to look at his own stats.
<b>[Drake Wallen]</b>
<b>[Race: Asuran] [F-Rank]</b>
<b>[Profession: Miner P5(0%)[F-Rank], Jeweler P5(0%)[F-Rank]</b>
<b>[Elemental Miller] [Unique] Level 29</b>
<b>[Vitality] 846 (20+ 215%)</b>
<b>[Strength] 1058 (100 +15%)</b>
<b>[Dexterity] 820 (95 + 25%)</b>
<b>[Intelligence] 1264 (95+20%)</b>
<b>[Wisdom] 884 (30 + 220%)</b>
<b>[Endurance] 671 (95 + 230%)</b>
<b>[Free Points] 140</b>
<b>[Titles]</b>
<b>…</b>
<b>Dawning of a Tyrant II, Hated by Many, The Awe of Many, Bounty, First Completionist, Top 3, Top 1, One of Four, yer of the West, Fledgling Ruler, Baron, Catalyst of the Capital, One of Four, The Warpath</b>
<span style="font-weight:400">Teresa pulled arge ball and chain from her inventory, the weapon beginning to glow with a bluish-white light as she roared.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake stood his ground watching closely as she approached, swinging the massive spiked ball above her head.
<span style="font-weight:400">“A strength-based augmenter? The opposite of Clotho and Atropos. Sorry, but I won’t be entertaining you for long, it’s been a rough couple days.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Stretching out his hand, his arm red golden. The massive magically enhanced weapon stopped in its tracks when it mmed into Drake’s open palm.
<span style="font-weight:400">“W-what the?!” Teresa gapped, her eye going wide as a bowling ball.
<span style="font-weight:400">The ball stopped and Drake slipped under the weapon, grabbing Teresa by the wrist and pulling her over his shoulder, throwing her to the ground and crushing it underneath her from the impact.
<span style="font-weight:400">Unrelenting, Drake moved quickly to get on top of her, throwing a swift jab into her abdomen, the air from her lungs expelling with a grunt.
<span style="font-weight:400">The fight was over in an instant. Drake was unwilling to pull his punches at the moment.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Don’t you know it’s bad manners to ask someone to sleep with you, then attack them?” he frowned, then remembered how Atropos had acted after her rank up, “I guess it must be a beastkin thing…” he mumbled under his breath.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Over already?” Bjorn asked from the side, Theodore pping in congrattions next to him.
<span style="font-weight:400">Teresa groaned from the ground.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Anything to say for yourself?” Drake asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I-I like you, we will have incredibly strong children…” she mustered before her head fell back apparently passing out.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake felt a shiver down his back, an eerie feeling of deja vu hitting him.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Nope, nope, nope. I did not just fall into another weird marriage trap!” he shouted, throwing his hands into the air.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You sure are popr bro,” Bjorn guffawed, pping him across the back.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You aren’t helping! I’m not trying to do this on purpose you know! I have enough women trouble as it is! And there are other options than not marrying someone and marrying them! There are in-betweens you know! Stages!”
<span style="font-weight:400">With a pop, Natto appeared on Drake’s shoulders and nearly fell off as he had his head in his hands slumped over slightly. She mbered up and patted his head.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh my. Have you fallen into another trap of beating up a woman who likes it? Dear me, it certainly would have been beneficial if someone had informed you not to fight her at all costs, subsequently leading to you unknowingly finding another woman to wed that would be a great boon to the city after losing so much of your fighting force,” she said softly, raising a sleeve to cover her mouth.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You did this! Again?!” Drake yelled.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I have no recollection of what you are saying. I have not and never done such a thing, hohoho…” she snickered, “But certainly it would be poetic justice for it to happen as a result of you not listening to your adviser would it not?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You’re punishing me for not talking to you by having me marry more gorgeous women? You do know what a punishment is, right?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You do not find having women that could slit your throat in your sleep because you are performing active and tant infidelity punishment?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m not doing this on purpose!” Drakeined.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I know,<i><span style="font-weight:400"> I</i><span style="font-weight:400"> am doing this on purpose.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“See! I knew it!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I have told you this before. Being a leader requires certain sacrifices. As someone who is going to reign over multiple cities and eventuallys. You will need people. The easiest path to secure that is through marriage with influential people. Or are you saying you can be everywhere all the time, all at once? You have not obtained a clone skill if I am not mistaken and youck appropriate andpetent retainers.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake wanted to argue but the small squirrel was spot on. He hated to say it, but if he had stronger people or more, it could have saved Rvul. If his people were stronger, being ambushed might not have mattered. If they had more influence over the right now instead of their rtively small city, they would have more information as well.
<span style="font-weight:400">He could be doing more as a leader and she was not so subtly reminding him of that.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well talk about it-”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Later, yes. We seem to have more guests it seems,” Natto interrupted him, pointing further out towards the forest.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake raised his head and was surprised to see another beastkin man holding a spear.
<span style="font-weight:400">He looked down to ask if it was more from Teresa’s n but she was still out cold.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake tried to identify the man.
<b>[Leonardo Velcruz Level 29]</b>
<span style="font-weight:400">“He’s level 29…? And his name is… The one who killed the other Guardian?” Drake mumbled in disbelief.
<span style="font-weight:400">The man walked casually through the crowd of other beastkin. The group moved even further away than they had for Teresa, giving him a wide berth.
<span style="font-weight:400">He raised his hand casually, “Yo, what’s up pussy,” Leonardo sneered.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake’s eyes widened, the inflection in the voice, the disrespectful familiarity. He recognized this person.
<span style="font-weight:400">“G-Grumps…?” Drake stammered, “Is that you…?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“About time you and I met,” Leonughed, looking down and seeing Teresa, “Took me a while to get here, but you beating up on women now?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“She attacked me,” Drake exined, “I only knocked her out.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Leon shrugged, “Not that I care. I’m here to see you, I’ve been meaning to give you something for a long time.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake raised an eyebrow.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Clench your teeth, dumbass!” Leon roared and vanished from Drake’s sight.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake could barely register Leon disappearing before his eyes were able to find him to his right, his arm outstretched.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake raised his guard, trying to block the punch, but Leon’s hand slipped past it, his knuckles connecting square on Drake’s jaw and sending him flying backward into the forest and through multiple trees.
<span style="font-weight:400">Groaning, Drake got to his feet, feeling a line of warm liquid running down the side of his face.
<i><span style="font-weight:400">He injured me?! And his speed isn’t normal! Wait, Natto?!</i><span style="font-weight:400"> Drake thought, looking around desperately for her.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I think that makes us even right?” Leon’s voice called from outside the forest, holding Natto by the back of her kimono in the air.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake growled, “Even for what?! Put her down Grumps!”
<span style="font-weight:400">Shooting forward, Drake quickly cast his Heretical Septenarius spell, his body going golden and lunging for Natto.
<span style="font-weight:400">Leon let go of Natto, letting her fall to the floor, and jumped backward, thrusting his spear right at where he was just standing.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake maneuvered quickly, using a burst of air to change trajectory now that Natto was free. With a second burst, he propelled himself forward.
<span style="font-weight:400">Leon had been chanting something since a moment ago, his body shing in different colors as well, matching Drake’s speed.
<span style="font-weight:400">They remained at an even distance for several seconds as they danced around each other.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Even for losing me a server first on that new server! We nned that for months, but you had to go and break your hand!”
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake scoffed, “I got into a fight with my brother! You think I wanted to break my hand on a wall?!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I think you should have just broken it on your brother’s jaw! You’re six years older than him, you shoulda just beaten his ass!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You would say that wouldn’t you!” Drake grinned, his blood beginning to boil.
<span style="font-weight:400">When was thest time he had met someone able to keep up with him? Someone who was dead even in ability. Drake could tell at a nce, that they were both testing the waters and Drake wanted to keep this fight going.
<span style="font-weight:400">Waving his hand he began summoning spells of fire, water, and lightning, throwing balls of fire, cutting des of water and bolts of lightning right at Leon.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh? Still the little sissy boy, huh? Can’t take a joke!” Leonughed, stopping himself on the ground.
<span style="font-weight:400">In a motion Drake could barely follow, Leon shed through the spells effortlessly. The severed spells crashed to the ground and kicked up debris.
<span style="font-weight:400">The crowds and Drake’s small group had moved behind the safety of the gate by now. Leon and Drake’s fight beginning to get out of hand.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake rushed forward, continuing to use spells to try and catch Leon off guard as he met him in a brawl.
<span style="font-weight:400">Leon stabbed and thrusted, meeting Drake’s enhanced fists in tandem with each strike while still having time to defend himself from Drake’s spells.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I always knew you woulde out of that tutorial strong!” Drake shouted.
<span style="font-weight:400">“It’s only natural! We both know I’m the best!” Leonughed back.
<span style="font-weight:400">“We’ll see about that! This is where I prove I’ve finally gotten better than you!” Drake replied, his Asuran Instincts finally ramping to their peak.
<span style="font-weight:400">“<i><span style="font-weight:400">Marked! For the Thrill of Battle!”</i><span style="font-weight:400"> Drake chanted, beginning to pull out all the stops.
<span style="font-weight:400">He stepped in instantly, throwing an uppercut to Leon’s side, and using his other hand to summon a ball of white fire to circle around him.
<span style="font-weight:400">Leon’s face painted in surprise from the burst of speed, but moved his spear’s shaft to intercept Drake’s body blow. However, the fire spell stillnded home, throwing Leon into a forward somersault.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake followed, rushing to continue his assault only for an arrow of light tond at his feet, then several more stopping him cold in his tracks, even pushing him backward to dodge them.
<span style="font-weight:400">Leon stood wiping his mouth with his sleeve. Above him nine glowing white spears hovering.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I haven’t used this skill since leaving the tutorial and maxing it out you know. But since it seems you can’t keep your cooldowns in your pants,” Leon grinned, his eyes turning into feral daggers, making his face look like a real bonafide wolf, “I guess I won''t hold back either!”
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake smiled back, “Then!<i><span style="font-weight:400"> To the death!”</i><span style="font-weight:400"> he howled using hisst avable status-boosting skill.
<span style="font-weight:400">“<i><span style="font-weight:400">I am the hunter! And you are the prey!”</i><span style="font-weight:400"> Leon shouted back, “<i><span style="font-weight:400">Begin the hunt!”</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">Both Drake and Leon flexed their auras, the powerful energies shing in between them sending sparks of red and green as theypeted for dominance, neither one letting up.
<span style="font-weight:400">But before they could continue the battle somethingrge. <i><span style="font-weight:400">Very</i><span style="font-weight:400">rge, crashed down between them, leaving Drake gaping in even more disbelief.
<span style="font-weight:400">“A-a B-blue MAU?!” Drake eximed.
<span style="font-weight:400">A mechanical voice came from the machine standing as tall as three men, sending Drake back in a daze.
<span style="font-weight:400">“<i><span style="font-weight:400">Will you two goons knock it off already? You dumbasses alwayspeting like there’s no tomorrow for no got damn reason!”</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake caught the verbal quirk and only knew of one person who knew about him and Grumps'' rivalry.
<span style="font-weight:400">“W-Wow-fi?!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“<i><span style="font-weight:400">You’re got damn right it’s me!”</i><span style="font-weight:400"> the robot creaked, turning to Drake, then pointed with a ded hand to the forest, “<i><span style="font-weight:400">Now knock this nonsense fighting off, before you destroy the whole got damn forest and your own got damn city!”</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake looked at the aftermath of their fight. He’d lost himself in the thrift of it once again, not noticing the damage. The ground was riddled with craters from his magic, the wall dented with the same. Some of the forest was on fire. Anding out of the forest were scared and panicked people.
<span style="font-weight:400">They were the refugees from Sandal.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake quickly moved to extinguish the mes and fix the area with his magic, feeling himself dete.
<span style="font-weight:400">“D-Drake…?” a voice suddenly called from behind him.
<span style="font-weight:400">For the third time he turned, recognizing the voice instantly. Standing there with a one-braided side ponytail of dirty blond hair and looking at him with deep blue eyes, wearing a new priest outfit he hadn’t seen before.
<span style="font-weight:400">“C-ire?”