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Kapitel 286: Chapter 278: When Trouble Comes In Pairs

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.

He gave a slight grin and whispered, "Not like I could have heard it anyway…"

A soft groan came from his side and he looked over to see Sah Ul' nuzzled close. Her breathing had become steady and even compared to the night before after they had avenged Rvul.

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.

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.

"Xena, eat your heart out."

But Drake's blissful monologue could only last so long before something as always came up.

His body was still somewhat aching but recovered for the most part. It seemed his Asuran blood wasn't just for show. Compared to the last time he went overboard and used Septenarius the first time, it was a walk in the park.

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.

And there was currently someone outside the tent.

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.

"Satisfied with ourselves are we?" she groused.

"I'd be lying if I said I wasn't. Also, she tapped out first," Drake said, raising his eyebrows, "Just for the record."

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."

"More problems? Have the teens come back yet?"

"There are several urgent matters. First, we simply do not have enough housing to accommodate 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. And after that, we will need to expand the farmland we are developing as well as capture more domestic monsters for food!"

"That's a lot of problems."

"Whose fault do you think this is?!? I have tried to inform you earlier but you would not listen!"

"Well it sounds like whoever you told didn't want to listen and needs to be fired from his job," Drake proposed.

"That person is you, dolt!" Natto screamed, sighing, she rubbed her temples, "This is not the only problem. This morning we also had a large group of visitors who need to be greeted. They demand to see you and will not see anyone else."

Drake tensed. The last time he had heard this it was Marrissah.

"Fine, which gate? I'll deal with it now."

"The South Gate. It seems that they have come a long way," Natto explained, "They are beastkin, but that is all I know."

"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."

"Princesses? You did not mention there was royalty among them. This could change things…"

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.

Sighing he began walking in that direction. Along the way he was joined by Bjorn, Chelsea, and eventually Theodore.

"I heard what happened, not sure what to say, bro… How is she holding up?" Bjorn asked, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"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 guys coming?"

"This one would go to worlds far abound to accompany my Lord! In thou's time of need, one's knight must be ever-present! Tis a matter of course!" Theodore boomed.

"Oh, how I missed your enthusiasm, Theo. I could use more of that right now," Drake chuckled.

"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.

"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."

They talked casually for a while longer. Drake found out that Bjorn and Chelsea had found a place 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.

"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.

"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…" Theodore laughed but it was hollow and empty.

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 plain to see now.

"Hey, you're not selling me on kids right now Theo," Drake scoffed.

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!"

"Oh, what's that?"

"In light of recent events, this one wishes to rename the Academy. This one thought it best to erect a statue of the late Rvul Rahk and name the school, The Rvul Magic Academy. That is if my Lord finds it fitting."

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."

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 the coming 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!"

Drake gave a wry smile, not sure if that was true.

"I'll think it over…" 

After a few more minutes of walking they arrived at the South Gate. And as expected there was a swath of beastkin waiting impatiently.

When Drake's small group arrived, the entirety of at least a hundred people turned and glared their way.

"Oh their piercing glares wound me," Drake gasped.

"Shouldn't you be more like, professional," Bjorn scoffed.

"I could, but that isn't exactly me," Drake shrugged.

The crowd parted and a giant of a beastkin woman stepped forward.

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 the large 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.

"So you're the little Lord I've been hearing about!" she boomed.

"I am not little," Drake grumbled, "What brings you here? What makes you think you need to speak to me?"

"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 slavers and I have come to pick them up."

"Kin?" Drake thought aloud, "You mean Atropos and Clotho?"

"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."

Teresa looked Drake up and down, bringing a hand to her chin and her smile growing as she did.

"Say… You are a lot stronger than I was told… How about a fight?"

"Excuse me?" Drake asked, unable to keep pace with the woman's straightforwardness.

"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 repopulate the clan."

"Excuse me?" Drake repeated.

"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."

Drake held up a hand, "Yeah, no. I'm all full up on that, I have a wife, several actually…" he coughed, Claire and him might not be officially married but he would be disgusted with himself if he didn't include her.

"Sorry, but asking was only a formality!" Teresa laughed, rushing forward.

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.

[Teresa de Hielu Level 21]

She's a pretty high level. Has everyone come this far already? Or was that tutorial particularly hard? He thought.

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.

[Drake Wallen]

[Race: Asuran] [F-Rank]

[Profession: Miner P5(0%)[F-Rank], Jeweler P5(0%)[F-Rank]

[Elemental Miller] [Unique] Level 29

[Vitality] 846 (20+ 215%) 

[Strength] 1058 (100 +15%) 

[Dexterity] 820 (95 + 25%) 

[Intelligence] 1264 (95+20%)

[Wisdom] 884 (30 + 220%)

[Endurance] 671 (95 + 230%)

[Free Points] 140

[Titles]

Dawning of a Tyrant II, Hated by Many, The Awe of Many, Bounty, First Completionist, Top 3, Top 1, One of Four, Slayer of the West, Fledgling Ruler, Baron, Catalyst of the Capital, One of Four, The Warpath

Teresa pulled a large ball and chain from her inventory, the weapon beginning to glow with a bluish-white light as she roared.

Drake stood his ground watching closely as she approached, swinging the massive spiked ball above her head.

"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."

Stretching out his hand, his arm flared golden. The massive magically enhanced weapon stopped in its tracks when it slammed into Drake's open palm.

"W-what the?!" Teresa gapped, her eye going wide as a bowling ball.

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.

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.

The fight was over in an instant. Drake was unwilling to pull his punches at the moment.

"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.

"Over already?" Bjorn asked from the side, Theodore clapping in congratulations next to him.

Teresa groaned from the ground.

"Anything to say for yourself?" Drake asked.

"I-I like you, we will have incredibly strong children…" she mustered before her head fell back apparently passing out.

Drake felt a shiver down his back, an eerie feeling of deja vu hitting him.

"Nope, nope, nope. I did not just fall into another weird marriage trap!" he shouted, throwing his hands into the air.

"You sure are popular bro," Bjorn guffawed, slapping him across the back.

"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!"

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 clambered up and patted his head.

"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.

"You did this! Again?!" Drake yelled.

"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?"

"You're punishing me for not talking to you by having me marry more gorgeous women? You do know what a punishment is, right?"

"You do not find having women that could slit your throat in your sleep because you are performing active and blatant infidelity punishment?"

"I'm not doing this on purpose!" Drake complained.

"I know, I am doing this on purpose."

"See! I knew it!"

"I have told you this before. Being a leader requires certain sacrifices. As someone who is going to reign over multiple cities and eventually planets. 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 you lack appropriate and competent retainers."

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 planet right now instead of their relatively small city, they would have more information as well.

He could be doing more as a leader and she was not so subtly reminding him of that.

"Well talk about it-"

"Later, yes. We seem to have more guests it seems," Natto interrupted him, pointing further out towards the forest.

Drake raised his head and was surprised to see another beastkin man holding a spear.

He looked down to ask if it was more from Teresa's clan but she was still out cold.

Drake tried to identify the man.

[Leonardo Velcruz Level 29]

"He's level 29…? And his name is… The one who killed the other Guardian?" Drake mumbled in disbelief.

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.

He raised his hand casually, "Yo, what's up pussy," Leonardo sneered.

Drake's eyes widened, the inflection in the voice, the disrespectful familiarity. He recognized this person.

"G-Grumps…?" Drake stammered, "Is that you…?"

"About time you and I met," Leon laughed, looking down and seeing Teresa, "Took me a while to get here, but you beating up on women now?"

"She attacked me," Drake explained, "I only knocked her out."

Leon shrugged, "Not that I care. I'm here to see you, I've been meaning to give you something for a long time."

Drake raised an eyebrow.

"Clench your teeth, dumbass!" Leon roared and vanished from Drake's sight.

Drake could barely register Leon disappearing before his eyes were able to find him to his right, his arm outstretched.

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.

Groaning, Drake got to his feet, feeling a line of warm liquid running down the side of his face.

He injured me?! And his speed isn't normal! Wait, Natto?! Drake thought, looking around desperately for her.

"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.

Drake growled, "Even for what?! Put her down Grumps!"

Shooting forward, Drake quickly cast his Heretical Septenarius spell, his body going golden and lunging for Natto.

Leon let go of Natto, letting her fall to the floor, and jumped backward, thrusting his spear right at where he was just standing.

Drake maneuvered quickly, using a burst of air to change trajectory now that Natto was free. With a second burst, he propelled himself forward.

Leon had been chanting something since a moment ago, his body flashing in different colors as well, matching Drake's speed.

They remained at an even distance for several seconds as they danced around each other.

"Even for losing me a server first on that new server! We planned that for months, but you had to go and break your hand!"

Drake scoffed, "I got into a fight with my brother! You think I wanted to break my hand on a wall?!"

"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!"

"You would say that wouldn't you!" Drake grinned, his blood beginning to boil.

When was the last time he had met someone able to keep up with him? Someone who was dead even in ability. Drake could tell at a glance, that they were both testing the waters and Drake wanted to keep this fight going.

Waving his hand he began summoning spells of fire, water, and lightning, throwing balls of fire, cutting blades of water and bolts of lightning right at Leon.

"Oh? Still the little sissy boy, huh? Can't take a joke!" Leon laughed, stopping himself on the ground.

In a motion Drake could barely follow, Leon slashed through the spells effortlessly. The severed spells crashed to the ground and kicked up debris.

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.

Drake rushed forward, continuing to use spells to try and catch Leon off guard as he met him in a brawl.

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.

"I always knew you would come out of that tutorial strong!" Drake shouted.

"It's only natural! We both know I'm the best!" Leon laughed back.

"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.

"Marked! For the Thrill of Battle!" Drake chanted, beginning to pull out all the stops.

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.

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 still landed home, throwing Leon into a forward somersault.

Drake followed, rushing to continue his assault only for an arrow of light to land at his feet, then several more stopping him cold in his tracks, even pushing him backward to dodge them.

Leon stood wiping his mouth with his sleeve. Above him nine glowing white spears hovering.

"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!"

Drake smiled back, "Then! To the death!" he howled using his last available status-boosting skill.

"I am the hunter! And you are the prey!" Leon shouted back, "Begin the hunt!"

Both Drake and Leon flexed their auras, the powerful energies clashing in between them sending sparks of red and green as they competed for dominance, neither one letting up.

But before they could continue the battle something large. Very large, crashed down between them, leaving Drake gaping in even more disbelief.

"A-a B-blue MAU?!" Drake exclaimed.

A mechanical voice came from the machine standing as tall as three men, sending Drake back in a daze.

"Will you two goons knock it off already? You dumbasses always competing like there's no tomorrow for no got damn reason!"

Drake caught the verbal quirk and only knew of one person who knew about him and Grumps' rivalry.

"W-Wow-fi?!"

"You're got damn right it's me!" the robot creaked, turning to Drake, then pointed with a bladed hand to the forest, "Now knock this nonsense fighting off, before you destroy the whole got damn forest and your own got damn city!"

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. And coming out of the forest were scared and panicked people.

They were the refugees from Sandal.

Drake quickly moved to extinguish the flames and fix the area with his magic, feeling himself deflate.

"D-Drake…?" a voice suddenly called from behind him.

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.

"C-Claire?"


Kapitel 287: Chapter 279: There's A Good Explanation For This!

"Claire!" Drake smiled, racing to her to throw his arms around her, "How did you get here? Did you come with the refugees? No, I would have seen you… You didn't make it here alone did you?! You know how dangerous it is-"

"She came with us, sir," another female voice said calmly.

A woman with black bob-cut hair and glasses, wearing office attire raised her glasses by the brim, and looked evenly back at Drake.

"Us? Who are you?" he asked, placing Claire down gently.

"My name is Ari, I am Sir Leon's personal attendant."

"Attendant?" Drake asked, looking at Claire for clarification.

She nodded, a smile creeping on her lips, "She and Mr. Leon helped me, us, reach the city. He's so incredibly strong like you Drake. We wouldn't have made it here without him. I can't believe we've finally made it, it feels like a dream to see you again…" Claire giggled, tears beginning to pool on the edges of her eyes.

She grabbed at the necklace around her neck, gripping it tightly, "I knew I would get here somehow. I've missed you…"

Drake suddenly felt a flood of guilt. He of course missed Claire, but he hadn't actively been able to go search for her and it had taken her coming here herself for them to be reunited. There was also the issue of Sah Ul', how exactly was he supposed to tell them about one other?

"I missed you too… We should talk, I have so much to tell you about."

But things never went to plan. Chelsea had already spotted Claire in the group of people moving towards the city and had run over.

"Claire! You're finally here!" Chelsea beamed, wrapping her arms around her, "We have so much to talk about!"

Claire gave an embarrassed laugh as Chelsea rubbed her cheeks against hers, bombarding her with information. Thankfully nothing detrimental for now.

But again, things never went to plan. This time Charlotte, Atropos, Quetz and Clotho had spotted him and moved to report.

"Lord Drake, I am pleased to see you are well," Atropos said, bowing slightly, "Whom might these new visitors be?"

"I am curious as well, do you know them, Drake?" Charlotte asked.

"I do, this is Claire. She is my girlfriend," Drake admitted, bracing for scathing glances and outbursts.

But surprisingly no one said anything. He received a few looks from Charlotte and Quetz. As well as one cold glare from Atropos that turned into an assessing gaze at Claire, but everyone remained silent.

"Claire is very special to me and I'll be needing to talk to all of you about what is going to happen going forward. Take the next few days to rest up. After everything, I know you all need it. We'll talk later."

"Understood…" Charlotte replied, then added, "We all have an idea of what to do as well. Landin and Kalik are still in poor conditions so we will see to them. Will the house be available?"

Drake winced hearing the insinuation in her voice, but he collected himself quickly. It was his house, why should he feel embarrassed for what may or may not happen in it, now that his second girlfriend and possibly wife had arrived.

"Of course you all are always welcomed in my house," he said firmly.

A new voice spoke up, one Drake had never heard before.

"So this is Drake?"

A man strode up out of the crowd of people exiting the forest, standing next to Claire and eyed Drake. Looking him up and down, then to the side where he saw Charlotte, Atropos, and Quetz.

The man frowned.

"I told you Claire. Don't you see he's already got more women? I doubt he cared about you at all, he never even went out of his way to find you!"

Drake scowled, "What?"

"Charles!" Claire snapped, "You have no idea what you're talking about! What gives you the right to say something like that!"

"Just look at him! He has three beautiful women just hanging on him!"

Atropos growled deeply, "What is wrong with a man of Lord Drake's stature having multiple females…? It is the alpha's right to lead the pack!"

The man Charles flinched, but apparently wouldn't back down feeling emboldened for some reason.

"Of his stature? What has he done that's so great? Left his girlfriend to fend for herself for months while he's off playing with any girl he can get his hands on?"

Charlotte's aura began to prickle, "You better watch your tongue. Drake has been more than you can imagine and has done more than anyone!"

"Ha! He even has you all brainwashed enough to defend him! I told you Claire, he didn't deserve you-" Charles tried to say and place his hand on Claire's shoulder, but it was slapped away.

Claire's hand quickly dismissed Charles, then another crack of her hand met the side of his face.

"Shut your mouth! I told you from the beginning that Drake saved me, how important he is to me! Do you think insulting him without him even being able to explain what is going on, is going to make me what? Run off with you?! I thought you were a friend, Charles!"

Drake's shoulders relaxed slightly. He had been ready to take off the man's head if he managed to touch Claire. In a world of skills and status increases, there was no telling what could have happened.

But the commotion had brought the eyes of a lot of people towards them. He saw the elven princesses look over from the refugee group and begin to walk over. His friends Grumps and Wow-fi listened quietly a little ways off, Ari, the girl that had introduced herself had moved to Grumps's side. Bjorn was a little ways off listening in as well, Chelsea had moved back to stand next to him.

Then Atropos and Clotho's noses began to twitch as they raised them into the air. Their heads snapped to a large woman walking over, their mouths gaping in disbelief.

"Aunt Teresa?!" they both gasped.

Teresa finally regained consciousness, rubbing her stomach where Drake had hit her and grimaced.

"Oh Atropos, Clotho. I can barely recognise you! Look at how much you've grown!" she smirked, then focused on Drake, "You really put me out there. You're even stronger than I expected. A deals a deal," Teresa sighed, beginning to lower her fur coat from her shoulders, "Have you way with me as promised."

"See!" Charles exclaimed, pointing to Teresa, "There's even more of them!"

"I don't know this chick!" Drake snapped, "She demanded I fight her literally less than 10 minutes ago!"

Atropos's face turned into a deep scowl, "Aunt Teresa… You don't think you can claim him… do you…?"

Teresa's brows rose with interest and a smile filled with sharp canines offered a silent challenge.

"See! They're literally fighting over him!" Charles shouted again as if proving his point.

"Lord Drake, I understand this might not be the best time, but we would like to speak with you."

This time it was Tanya and her sister Aralleen. Tanya was in a half bow but Aralleen looked disgruntled, she put on a pleasant face, but her crossed arms and rigid posture spoke to how she really felt.

"And there's more!" Charles yelled.

"Will you shut the fuck up already! I'm the leader of a city, of course people want to speak to me!" Drake snapped.

And finally the last nail in the coffin appeared.

"Drake…?" a voice softer than usual said.

Drake looked up. He saw Sah Ul' her face confused and not its usual stoic self. She looked tired and was wearing a thicker cloak than normal.

He ran to her quickly, "What's wrong? Sarah, are you feeling alright?"

"I am alright, slightly dizzy…"

Drake frowned, "You need to rest. You shouldn't be walking around-"

"Who is that Drake?" Claire asked from behind him.

Drake turned around, it was time to face the piper.

"Claire, this is Sah Ul' Rahk. She's my wife."

Drake looked into Claire's eyes, doing his best to stay firm in what he said as well as gauge her reaction.

Realization passed over Claire's face and Drake could see her mind working behind her eyes. He could see the pain and betrayal briefly. But it quickly changed to understanding then determination.

Drake opened his mouth to say something, but Claire beat him to it.

"I knew this would happen… Natto told me to be prepared for it," Claire said, walking up to Drake, "I just didn't think it would happen so soon. I knew because of who you were you would find others to protect and save. It was inevitable that I couldn't keep you to myself."

Claire reached around Drake's neck pulling him in and placing her lips on his.

"I won't say it doesn't hurt," she continued, her eyes watering, "but I'm not willing to give you up for anything or to anyone. I love you too much for that…"

Drake was frozen for a moment, trying to search his scattered brain for something to say.

"I never intended to hurt you," he said gently, squeezing her, "And I think we have a lot to work out for the future… because I never had any intention of letting you go either."

He turned and cleared his throat, "Sarah, this is Claire. You remember the stories I told you about her?"

Sah Ul' looked at Claire, her eyes squinting slightly. He'd never seen her do something like that before. She began swaying on her feet, before she expelled whatever food she ate the night before on Drake and Claire's feet.

"Sah Ul'!" Drake moved to grab her before she fell, "What's going on, is she sick?"

"No, she is pregnant you dolt! And certainly about time!" Natto screamed at him, popping into place on his shoulder.

"Where have you been and what do you mean, she can't be. It just happened last night!"

Claire pinched his side, but stayed silent.

"She is an Orc you dullard… Orc's, especially Lowland Orc's are a warrior race. They required their pregnancy to be short to survive. It is about half the term of a human, roughly five months. This was all in the report I gave you… DID YOU NOT READ IT!?" she howled into his ear.

Drake's face paled, stages of surprise, terror, bewilderment, guilt, terror again, then happiness, then horrible awful terror one last time, crossed his face. Until he finally settled into cold realization.

"I'm going to be a Father…?"

"Unfortunately for everyone, yes," Natto smirked, "O-me-de-to," Natto whispered sarcastically into his ear.

Drake scooped Sah Ul' up into his arms, "I'm taking her to the house to rest."

But Claire pulled on his shoulders, "No you are not!"

He looked back confused, "Of course I am?"

Claire pointed to the large group of people still waiting at the entrance of the gate to ReUnite, then the group of others waiting to speak to him.

"There are too many things you still need to do. It sounds like she is just having morning sickness. Let me take care of her, it will let me talk and get to know her too," Claire's expression went soft, "She's important to you?"

Drake nodded.

"I won't let anything happen to her. Do you have people you can trust to help me?"

"Kids!" Drake shouted.

Charlotte, Clotho, Quetz, and Atropos walked over.

"It has been weeks since you addressed us as children…" Atropos pouted.

"Is there something wrong with Sarah?" Charlotte said, her face cold but her hands moving hesitantly over to Sarah in concern.

"Quetz has shot many people… Quetz isn't a kid anymore! Right CC?!" Quetz chirped.

Clotho just shook his head, waiting for Drake to explain whatever he was about to.

"I can't do proper introductions so you're all going to have to later. Claire, these are my kids. Kids, this is Claire, my girlfriend-"

"First. Wife," Claire corrected, pulling out and showing Drake's old tattoo ring, shaking it for everyone to see.

"R-right. I need you all to look after her and Sarah until I can finish here. Please," Drake directed.

Charlotte and Atropos looked displeased but nodded. They owed Sah Ul' too much to say no regardless of the appearance of Claire.

"Thank you," Drake smiled.

They began carefully taking Sah Ul' into the city, her nauseated groans hurting Drake's heart but Claire was right. He was still supposed to be the leader.

But Claire turned and ran back to him wrapping her arms one more time around his waist.

"I expect a real proposal. And soon… And a real ring! And a big wedding! With lots of cake…and sweets…"

Drake smiled and stroked the top of her head, "Yeah. I promise. It will be the biggest wedding you've ever seen."

"And we are going to have a very. Long. Talk. Alone," Claire said, enunciating each word pointedly.

"Don't worry, there are plenty of rooms in the house Natto built for us. We'll have plenty of privacy," Drake chuckled lightly.

Claire's face went scarlet and she threw a soft jab into his stomach, her forehead rubbing against his chest, "That's… That's not what I meant..!"

She sped back off after Sah Ul' and the teens. Charlotte and Atropos followed exactly what happened with deadpan expressions and crossed arms.

"Finally all done?" Leon called.

"What do you want to fight again?" Drake answered, his eyes going into a squint.

"Oh! Got some more bite in ya? I'll whoop your sorry ass again if that's what ya want!" Leon laughed.

"Sir Leon…" Ari reprimanded.

"I know I know… Fine, Tatsuki, you can come out now," Leon grumbled.

A small girl exited the side of Leon's head. She wore a yukata not unlike Natto's miko kimono but of deeper colors, and had a painted white face like a geisha.

Drake's eyes went wide, but Natto spoke first.

"Another Territorial Assistant?!"

Tatsuki bowed, raising her crossed sleeves up, "I greet Lady Natto and her Master, Drake Wallen. I am Tatsuki, assistant of Leonardo Velcruze."

"Hey! Why are you two always forgetting about me?" Wow-fi growled from below them.

Drake had almost forgotten about Wow-fi. After his dramatic entrance with his full blown Blue MAU Mecha, he had uncharastically stayed silent. Drake couldn't remember him ever shutting up when they played. It was always one thing or another happening in the games. He was getting ganked by some rando's, or was asking how something worked in the game, or just talking to everyone in general.

He inspected him.

[Damian Bellair Level 29]

"You're both level 29?!" Drake exclaimed.

"Don't be so surprised!" Damian said, puffing his chest out, "You two ain't special! Come out and rock their world Ekko, drop them some bars."

Out of the side of Damian's head emerged a small girl with dark obsidian black skin like his own with neon lit punkish clothes, on her head bright neon headphones with two pink and green cat ears.

She threw a hand forward and blew out a bubble of gum, popping it.

"Yo, for once we ain't skiddin' n' sippin'. Love it when we finally allowed to keep our land legs. Tired of shark stew. Fish n' chips ain't my bag, but nothin' better ensued."

Drake's mouth hung open slightly. But Damian was bobbing his head.

"Got damn, it's just another bomb!"

"There is another Territorial Assistant…?" Natto said in complete disbelief, "I expected there to be several in the world, but for three to be in the hands of Primordials…"

"Primordials?" Drake asked, then looked to his long time friends.

"Ah, yeah, about that. Turns out I changed into a Silver Wolf or something. Tatsuki says it's important but I just like the stat increases," Leon waved dismissively.

"Obsidian Dwarf, most hype and crazy crafter, slash, machinists in the, wait for it. Universe! And remember how I always said tall bitches love me? Well, now they all is tall bitches!" Damian yelled, smiling.

Drake pressed his hands to his head, "I feel a headache coming on."


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