Chapter 307: Interitus And Cleobis (I) (1/2)

Rezar and Roran were both hanging off the side of the small boat/ship that had been repurposed as their stealth vessel for their journey southwards. The Venoik was sea sick, and strangely enough so too was the King of Morte Bianca. Rezar shook his head as he felt a steely grasp on his shoulder, he turned and looked up to see Quentin, his first living-undead-doom knight-something. Rezar wasn't exactly sure what and how to categorize Quentin as he was still alive when Rezar decided use his raise undead skill on him.

”it will pass soon master, I believe we should be disembarking of the western shores of the Hion wetlands, a small contingent of undead are gathered there, but I don't think it's anything we would be unable to handle.” The only reply Rezar was able to give the doom knight was a small nod of his head. he was absolutely wasted, or better yet he was absolutely nauseous, and it does not seem to be going away. As opposed to Lenore and Gynaika who left Morte Bianca in as much style as their current missions could handle, they had to slink away in the middle of the night like a couple of thieves.

He was extremely annoyed by it, the way he saw it, it was the king who was supposed to be flying to the location of his enemies in a blaze of glory. But now he is the one expected to apply guerilla tactics in this fight. And frankly speaking this was not something he was actually fond of doing, it was not his style to rush behind his enemy. His style has always been to rush straight through his enemies, cutting them down as he went ahead to make rivers of blood flow down a mountain of corpses, but now…

*Blerruuurrgghhhhhhh!”

”That doesn't feel good, it doesn't feel good at all. The last time he was on a ship he was busy taking heads off, and the ship wasn't really moving at that point so it wasn't so obvious that he a motion sickness that could be considered extremely chronic. Jason and Brutus looked on, extremely worried for their master while Screet lounged on the crow's nest with a bored look on his face, seemingly carefree and unbothered by Rezar's current state. Roran was still slumped over the side of the ship, while Quentin moved about to make sure the captain and the crew were doing their jobs well.

For the first time since he fell into service of his King, Kitagawa was left behind to make sure Morte Bianca was safe in its entirety. With all three rulers gone, he, Alistair and Samira were the ones with the largest authority to look after the kingdom. Besides that, Kitagawa used to be the leader of his Village before they were taken over by NPC'S, so being a regent for a little while shouldn't be too bad, it was just like ruling his previous village, only on a much a larger and still expanding scale. Roran turned to Rezar and asked.

”Why are we here? Your majesty?” Rezar looked back at him just as miserable as he answered back.

”I wish I knew Roran.”

”Land Ho!”

That was the most beautiful thing Rezar had ever heard in his life, the idea that land was close completely eliminated his entire Nausea in seconds, or at the very least within his mind as abruptly stood up and was attacked with a wave of vertigo and he had to quickly return to hanging over the railings like a fish that had been hanged out to dry. He hiccupped as he raised his head and noticed a shore of dark sand, with it turning is a muddy marshland further inside that was currently being patrolled by an army of undead, with no small amount of them being actually giants, summoned wraiths and ghosts and all bunch of creepy nasties that goes bump in the night.

”I thought we were hunting Necromancers and not Halloween cosplayers?” Roran asked, only for Rezar to raise his hands up as if to say 'I don't know what's going on don't ask me' there was a dynamic between this two that was completely unlike anything he shared with his other subordinates. They were more life friends as Rezar's king title have never been a barrier in their interaction with each other, which was a far cry of how terrified Roran was of Rezar when they first met, but since then they've both bonded over the one true trait that no one else in Bianca seems to share with them. their almost uncontrollable curiosity, and the fact that they were drawn to the same things.

”I'm really not in the mood for a fight right now, why do they have to be this close to the shores, arghhhh!” Rezar groaned out loud in frustration much to the chagrin and amusement of his other 'unshaken' subordinates.

”Just think of it as an exercise, your Nausea will probably disappear after a few seconds of killing people that have already been killed, making them deader than dead.” Roran advised as he gave a bright smile in the process to Rezar, his monstrous shark like teeth, causing a shudder to go through the body of his king.