Bro, I'm not an Undead!

“They’re coming! Dear Listafelle, I can’t believe it!”

“Bloody, long-eared purists who can’t stay the hell away from our lands! I hope this is a ploy to kill them once an alliance is established!”

“Hmmm… I don’t know about that, nor do I care really. What I do care about though, are those foreign breasts, cultivated in nature, washed by untouched waters, brushed by flowers and having a warmth better than freshly baked buns.”

“Hehe, this guy knows his stuff. I wonder what a Sif woman tastes like. I heard they all have fair, white skin. Hmmm. I feel something twitching just by imagining such lovely skin around hard, pink nipples. I’ll sign any treaty if you give me five of those to milk everyday!”

“Huh? What would you do with five tits?! Wouldn’t you want six? As in three beautiful women? Are you some weirdo who likes to jerk off to three breasted women or something?! Because I’d totally agree! That’s artistic and erotic. Erotistic!”

“I know right! Finally someone who gets it! I’ve found my brother from another bosom!”

“GET AWAY FROM HERE, YOU TWO DEGENERATES!”

The expansive streets of the Royal City, Agmold, were bursting with discussions as everyone waited for the arrival of the Sif representatives who had been announced a day ago to be arriving today!

Agmold, one of the four big cities, had the largest population along with the highest security reserved for this momentous occasion that could potentially redefine the entire nation and possibly the entire continent.

Many talks were in the air about the ramifications that a successful signing of the treaty would entail as Pelian as a nation was only one of three and if the Royal family in this nation agreed to allow the Sif to integrate into the human society of this land, that would be the beginning of a undesirable dilution, as many called it.

If Pelian agreed with the proposal this could spark a war and the majority of the public didn’t want to have the long-eared men and women running around except for noblemen, the Purity and perhaps, the DDP society._.

(A/N: Degenerate, depraved and pervert society).

The crowded public streets of the large city were littered with hawkers, men and women from the public residences along with curious children who stood on their toes in order to try to get a better view of this awaited visitor.

While many nobles and a few commonfolk had seen at least one Sif before, many only knew of their existence, even within such a large city like Agmold.

As the chaos reigned within wide road that would stretched up to lead all the way to the Royal domain, the clanking of heavy armour was heard as a few Knights walked within the crowd.

No one had to be told.

No one had to forced.

No violence was required.

The masses split hurriedly and ate back their clamour and chatter. A deep silence ensued as everyone gave way to the Capital Knights who had been sent to observe order and make sure that the guests would arrive within the Royal domain without any issues.

Their steps were unhurried as they nodded to the crowd which reciprocated without any words.

A respect for men and women at work was at play as a single Knight stood calmly on either side of the road with a gap of thirty meters from the other, all the way to the designated place.

The uniformity and order was incredible and within the next few minutes, the guests arrived.

Clop! Clop! Clop!

White horses with prideful statures galloped through the bricked streets.

Four of them drew a beautiful and long carriage which had an immaculate design of stars on the shiny, sky blue exterior with golden fittings that were etched with beautiful Sif writings.

Four protruding wings that were sculpted masterfully and fitted to the sides could be seen, yet one could swear that they could see them twitch from time to time as if they were alive.

Two individuals who rode white hordes as well walked on either side of the carriage, their slim structures visible through the white armours they wore, hiding every inch of their skin.

The Capital Knights on the side evaluated these two to be extraordinarily powerful as their awareness brushed against the crowds, cautiously keeping an eye on any suspicious activity.

Everyone held their breaths as the carriage passed.

Such beauty.

Such class.

The crowds watched as the carriage went down the long distance until it reached a massive estate, filled with high rising buildings and fascinating decor where it came to a stop.

Two Knights with different coloured armour from the rest were waiting, their helmets which only covered half their faces reflecting the sun.

The door to the carriage opened, a silk dress, along with a slender foot being what first thing that appeared to.

Soon, the figures of three women stepped out of the carriage.

Two of them were adorned in slender armour that hugged their figures elegantly while being fitted with a type of transparent cloth as capes.

Their faces were covered not by helmets, but by veils that only left their ears and eyes for all to see.

The figure in their midst however, was open for the world to appreciate.

Even the two Knights that were here to receive them couldn’t help but grit their teeth as they held back gasps.

Long, pointy ears with slanted crimson-gold eyes that looked like small worlds, fair white skin with a light peppering of freckles to the high cheekbones was what her head expressed.

Long, cherry hair that draped over her shoulder to cover her back which was uncovered as was the design of the long, turquoise blue dress that sparkled like glitter, shaping over her curvy body, could be seen as she went on to give the Knights a sweet smile.

The Knights bowed slightly before extending their hands in the direction of the large building behind them where at the very doors, three people in Royal attire could be seen waiting.

“No need to gesture pointlessly. I can hear and speak the Known Language just fine,” the Sif said with a voice that flowed like honey.

The representative of the Sif had arrived.

The third daughter of the High Family, Darwel.

***

“We are very disappointed, Champion Elita. With your expertise, we thought we could trust your judgement but it seems that we were wrong. Your promotion to the tenth position occurred only recently and we hoped you would scale higher but…” a feminine voice spoke from one of the seven netted doors that were attached to the white wall before a certain Paladin Champion who was kneeling respectfully.

It had been a full day and some since she arrived and a report of what had occurred in Eofel had arrived, prompting this meeting with the highest order of power within the Purity.

The dark-skinned Champion showed no change in her expression as she heard the verdict that came from the behind the walls.

“Thousands were killed in the wake of a mysterious power but the Knights say nothing of praise about you saving lives! Leaving a criminal who attacked a Grand Priest alive and smearing our image was all you did and now those common fodder and noble fools see us as unreliable! You did not even defend your case at the very least!” another voice barked angrily. “Have you anything to say for yourself?!”

Elita raised her head and faced no one in particular as she spoke.

“My decisions seemed appropriate at the time but I realise that I was wrong. I accept whatever punishment you will give. However, I beg of you to consider the Green Neolists as a threat at the same level as the Evenfall. Their cruelty is sacrilegious and must be dealt with. For the good of Feinheath,” Elita said while her lips trembled.

Even her tough heart had been shaken when she had to face off against the victims of <Faithful Message Undeath>. Civilians used for evil purposes.

This evil had to be quelled nomatter what, even if she wasn’t the one to do it.

There was silence for a while before the same feminine voice from before spoke.

“We have acknowledged it. We will gather information from our forces and mobilise our resources to find those fiends. I give you my word, Champion Elita.”

“However, as of this moment, as punishment for your incompetence, your title as a Paladin Champion shall be stripped from you and you shall be indefinitely detained.”

Elita clenched her fists as she held back her emotions.

Still, she didn’t regret it. Had she not been more open minded, she would have died in her fight with the Cursed Knight and undoubtedly everyone in Eofel would have died if that was the enemy’s intent.

She didn’t express any of her reasons and took the fall quietly.

This was a merciful punishment all things considered , though it sucked.

“I accept.”