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The Slime smiled. “Oh, but we have, your grace. Many, many times. Your nightmares of monsters turning your peaceful kingdom into a lustful Demon Realm. Nightmares of your family and friends being captured and corrupted. Nightmares of becoming a king to a Mamono queen.” The Slime’s voice got quieter. “You overlook me in your dreams, but I am there. I am the catharsis to every tragedy. I am the rainbow to each of those storms. Here in Zipangu, your nightmares will cease to exist. Because of me.”

The grumpy paladin snickered as he drank from his cup. “That’s better. I’ve had nothing but that wretched tea since this morning. She probably wanted to prolong my desire for a real drink.” The priest looked to Captain Fayard as he sat down. “No apology necessary, Captain. You’ve actually come right on time for some other news. I have received word that Prince Elias himself is leading the armada up north, and has even brought airships with him. I have been requesting for airships within our reinforcements, but I haven’t gotten the confirmation yet.”

The axemen was surprisingly agile, quickly rolling away from the blast of flames and swinging his axe, aiming for the ribs.

Two of the swordsmen held firm as they slid underneath the blades, jumping back up and lunging at Ainyl with their swords. The other soldiers weren’t quite as lucky, to say the least.