447 Late Reinforcements (1/2)
In the Dungeon Lord Main Hall of Winterfell.
Nicholas was enjoying his breakfast as the Winterfell Dungeon Lord.
A conservatively dressed Sludge Monster was carrying a tray as he knocked on the door.
The Sludge Monster crossed his legs and made a seductive pose.
”Lord Nicholas, your bloody chrysanthemum tea is ready,” the Sludge Monster said.
”My sweetheart, thanks to you, I'm able to be in a good mood every morning,” Nicholas said with relish as he looked at the Sludge Monster's tray.
The Sludge Monster blushed. He didn't notice Nicholas's eyes. Instead, he looked at the tray.
”Lord Nicholas, you're making me very shy,” the Sludge Monster said, but from his actions, he wasn't shy. Instead, he pulled down the collar of his Office Lady costume.
”What are you talking about? Dear, you don't have to feel shy,” Nicholas said.
”Bring the bloody chrysanthemum tea over.”
The Sludge Monster twisted his barrel-sized hips as he walked before Nicholas and placed the tray lightly on Nicholas' table.
Nicholas held the cup of bloody chrysanthemum tea and sniffed it. He was enjoying the fragrance. He couldn't wait to enjoy his marvelous breakfast tea.
Sounds of hasty footsteps were heard coming from outside.
The Sludge Monster was about to speak, but when he heard the sounds outside, he went to the side.
This was the Dungeon Lord's office, so there would be many employees sending documents or conveying important information.
As the Dungeon Lord's secretary, he had to be mindful.
Nicholas heard the footsteps. He frowned and put the cup of bloody chrysanthemum tea on the table.
An armored Orc general walked in with a sealed red letter.
The Orc came before Nicholas and placed the letter on Nicholas' table.
”Lord Nicholas, this is a top-secret letter from the Merchant Alliance,” the Orc general said solemnly.
”Are there any matters pertaining to security? Or is it related to something else?”
Nicholas was grave as he picked up the letter and opened it.
After reading it, he was in disbelief. He put down the letter slowly and said to the Orc general, ”Assemble your troops. The commander of the Ancient Gods army, Frangipani, has revived.”
…
Candidate 89757 was a graduating student of Specter College.
He was working on his graduation thesis. However, he would never forget the incident that occurred during his recess time.
The college was shaking with a loud bang. He thought it was an earthquake, but he discovered he was unable to move and was connected to a huge strange spiritual body.
Everything was happening like in a dream. Though it didn't look real, he was sure everything happened.
He thought he wouldn't be able to see his parents again. He was being forced to do terrible things, like providing Mana energy like a battery to a huge monster. He could feel his Mana being drained. He didn't know what that was, and he abhorred the feeling.
He also controlled Skeleton Soldiers to attack the gamers of Eternal Kingdom. Did he not do that on the examination grounds?
Candidate 89757 thought he was going to die until Sherlock appeared with the miraculous warriors of Eternal Kingdom. They saved him.
He fled together with his classmates as soon as he could. Then, he reported the incident to the Specter Committee and the nearest Merchant Alliance location, Winterfell.
Since Professor Cabbage controlled the entirety of Specter College, the Teleport Portals within Specter College couldn't be used.
They had no choice but to flee.
Candidate 89757 and his classmates found a hidden location outside Specter College to take cover.
While they trembled and waited for rescue, the professors who were controlled by Frangipani and Professor Cabbage appeared.
After the professors appeared, the students discovered something strange about the Teleport Portal.
When they were about to test the Teleport Portal to see if it was working, many armed troops exited from it.
”Are you the students of Specter College?”
The leading troop discovered the hiding students, and he shouted at them and readied his Bow.
”Don't harm us. We're students from Specter College!” a professor from Specter College stepped forward and shouted.
”We are the Central Garrison Guards of the Merchant Alliance. Where is Frangipani? We received information that Frangipani has revived!” the armed Orc asked loudly.
”Frangipani is in the courtyard. You have to be careful, he seems to have revived. The warriors of Eternal Kingdom are battling him,” the professor said loudly.
”Eternal Kingdom Dungeon?”
The leading Orc was taken aback. But he quickly ordered his highly-trained subordinates to enter the courtyard.
Debris from the buildings and Skeleton fragments were everywhere. The Skeleton fragments were the remains of the Skeleton Soldiers defeated by the gamers.
”What a vicious battle!” the Orc Garrison Guards commented.
”Why aren't there any corpses of the Eternal Kingdom warriors?” one of the Orc guards asked. There were no corpses of warriors from Eternal Kingdom. It was as though they didn't suffer any casualties. However, there was strong evidence of an epic battle.
One of the Orc Garrison Guards smoked a metal stick and puffed out smoke. Then, he said with experience, ”You're from the headquarters and have never met the warriors of Eternal Kingdom. I'm from Winterfell and have met them several times. They'll not sustain any casualties in battle. I don't know how they do it, but they salvage all of their corpses.”
The other Orc guards showed signs of respect for the warriors of Eternal Kingdom.
During a vicious battle, remembering to bring back the corpses of comrades wasn't something every unit could do.
No wonder at the headquarters, they heard that the warriors of Eternal Kingdom were the strongest in the entire Northern Underworld.
”Buck up lads. We're facing the legendary commander of the Ancient Gods army, so don't think of other matters, and focus on the current task,” the Orc commander said to his subordinates.
After the Garrison Guards left, they saw some creatures wearing blue uniforms and some wearing white robes exiting from the portal.
They were the paramedics from Winterfell.
”Are you the students and professors of Specter College who reported the case? We have finally set up the Teleport Portal. Leave this place immediately. Go to Winterfell and take cover. We provide the best rescue operations and medical services!” a white-robed paramedic shouted. On his uniform were the words ”Fatality Hospital”.
”We're saved. We're finally saved!”
”That's great. Send me to the hospital. I feel like I'm not going to make it.”
The students shouted.
”What? Which part of your body doesn't feel well?” the white-robed paramedic asked in concern when he heard that a creature wasn't going to make it.
”I feel aches and pains all over my bones, and I don't have strength,” the student said.
”That's serious. I'll contact the hospital headquarters and set up an emergency line for you. When you arrive at the hospital, the doctors will conduct an operation. Don't worry, everything's fine, you won't die! Our Fatality Hospital is well known for defeating the Soul Reaper. The Soul Reaper won't be able to steal our patients away!”