"House Master of MacManus, are you in support of the Queen or not?"
A group of Crown people stood with their forces in front of a marvellous house. On the front, stood a short man, arms crossed over his chest as he puffed on a cigarette casually. His hair stuck out in rough angles, his clothes looked rumpled and worn out, his thick beard and mustache looked improperly trimmed, but despite being surrounded by tall soldiers, his presence was overwhelming because of his strong looking muscles. He just kept staring at the people gathered in front of his house, his eyes unwavering.
After releasing a long plume of smoke into the night air, he spoke. "Sorry, who are you again? I can't see your filthy faces in this darkness." He put the cigarette back between his lips, taking another slow drag.
"Tsk!" The Crown people introduced themselves with barely restrained irritation and asked again for his answer.
"Hmmmmmmm." The short man inhaled deeply, the cigarette burning down rapidly. "Ffuuuuu." He exhaled slowly, then dropped the cigarette to the ground and crushed it beneath his shoe with a slow twist of his toes.
Then everything changed.
He tapped his shoes against the stone.
WHOOOOSSHHHH!
The short man exploded forward in a blur of motion, moving so fast that several of the Crown soldiers barely had time to blink. He raised his hand in a sharp gesture, and one of his soldiers from behind launched a spear through the air.
SWWWISSSHHH! TAANNNGGG!
Without even looking, the short man snatched the long spear out of mid-air. The weapon was longer than three times his body height, but he caught it as easily not even breaking a sweat, his muscles didn't even strain under the weight.
Then he stabbed forward with explosive force.
KKKCCHHKKKKK!!!!!!!
The spear pierced straight through one of the Crown private soldiers, the tip erupting from the man's back in a spray of blood. Everyone around them recoiled in shock at his speed and raw strength.
"Well, I guess you got your answer," the short man said calmly, yanking the spear free with a wet sound. "Besides, it seems my playful wife is already supporting the Queen, so yeah..."
KCCHHKK! KCCHHHHKK!
He pulled the spear out and immediately stabbed it into another man, then another, his movements were stabbing them with extreme precision.
"TSK! KILL HIM!!!!!!!" the Crown leader of this little army bellowed, and everyone surged forward.
The short man's long spear couldn't keep up with the press of bodies closing in around him. He stabbed the spear vertically into the ground with tremendous force.
TAANNNGGG!
The spear vibrated violently, humming in the night air. Then the short man flicked himself off it with impossible agility, his body moving like water. His short legs made movements that seemed physically impossible, ducking and weaving in ways that made everyone watching feel their own ankles ache in sympathy.
He brought out his short deadly knives, twin slim yet strong blades flashing in the dim light. With surgical precision, he slashed at legs and ankles, cutting tendons and hamstrings. Men tumbled and fell, crying out in pain and confusion. He used their bodies as stepping stones, jumping from shoulder to shoulder, reaching for heads and throats with devastating efficiency.
A chaotic battle unfolded as people tangled together in a mess of limbs and weapons. In the center of that churning chaos, MacManus House Master moved like a swift animal, untouched.... and unstoppable..... Not a single scratch marked his thick skin.
After what felt like an eternity but was probably only minutes, he stood on top of a dead body while his soldiers cleaned the entrance, dragging enemy corpses away from the house. He pulled out another cigarette, lit it with steady hands, and took a long puff. The smoke curled up into the night sky.
His eyes narrowed as he spotted a huge figure approaching slowly through the darkness.
"You came.... I was looking for you for a long time," the short man said with a smirk, watching Miss Phoebe walk toward him in nervousness.
She stopped in front of him. The short man stepped down from his perch atop the dead bodies and walked closer, coming to stand directly before her. His face barely reached her breast, but his presence filled the space between them with an intensity that made the height difference irrelevant.
"Ha ha ha! Husband, sorry I got so busy," Miss Phoebe laughed awkwardly, her fingers fidgeted nervously. "I'll tell you everything…...Sorry for doing things without talking to you..."
She looked down at her husband as he puffed on his smoke, gazing up at her with an expression whose meaning she already knew. For a long moment, he didn't answer. He just kept looking at her, his mind racing backward to a recent night when everything had changed between them.
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TAK TAK
"Phoebe, are you in there?"
The short man knocked on one of the doors, which was present in a long hallway filled with other door from where continuous moaning sounds kept spilling out into the hallway.
"Hey, you!!!! Is she in there?" he asked the guards standing beside the door.
"Yes, sir. She is," they answered.
BOOOMMMM!
He kicked the door open with one powerful strike. "Don't you dare look inside!" he glared at the guards as he started puffing on his cigarette, using the smoke to give himself something to focus on besides his anger.
He walked slowly across the room and reached the bed. There he found Phoebe wrapped in a blanket, covering her naked body. Her eyes looked empty, staring at nothing, seeing nothing.
The short man climbed onto the bed and sat beside her face, his expression softening as he stared at her beautiful face.
"You came again?" Miss Phoebe asked without surprise, her voice flat without any life in it.
"Yes, I did….. Let's go. It's late, and the city is a mess. I don't want you to get hurt." The short man spoke casually while puffing on his cigarette.
"Hehe, you think anyone could hurt this huge lady?" Miss Phoebe giggled, but the sound held no real humour.
The short man looked at her face and just got lost in her beauty. Even like this, dishevelled and broken, she took his breath away.
COUGH COUGH!
He threw the half-finished cigarette away, choking on the smoke as it went down wrong.
"Of course! Even I, a short man, can hurt you easily! Don't underestimate the power of a short man!" He laughed while showing his fist. In Miss Phoebe's eyes, his fist was very small. Her own hand could cover it easily by swallowing it whole.
"You should stop smoking….. You'll die at this rate," Miss Phoebe said softly, reaching out to grab the cigarette he'd just pulled from his pocket. She threw it away before he could light it.
"Hmmm, if you stop giving me tension, then sure." The short man pulled the blanket back up to cover her properly as it had slipped down, revealing the upper curve of her large breasts.
Miss Phoebe smiled, but the expression was still a little sad. "It will be over soon…... My money is already at the end..... After that, I'll just..." She sighed, unable to finish the sentence.
The short man looked at her tired face and knew what she was thinking. He has been with her for so long that he only needs one glace to figure out what's in her mind, the only thing he always think when seeing her like this is "Why do you want to suffer this badly? ".... It's not like he doesn't want to help her, but he couldn't find any way to do that.... Only way he could help her is...… the short man sighed and just like 100 times before…he spoke the same word again.
"MARRY ME, PHOEBE!"
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"Husband?"
"Husband!"
"Huh? Oh, sorry. I dozed off." The short man looked at her and smiled, then signalled for her to bend down.
Miss Phoebe lowered herself, her knees touching the solid ground as her face came level with his. Her large face and his small face created a striking contrast, but their eyes locked together with perfect understanding. The short man reached up and patted her head gently.
"I heard what you did….. Good job out there. I'm proud of you." His voice was warm, filled with affection. "Did you have fun out there?"
Miss Phoebe's eyes sparkled with happiness. "Yes, I did! Hehe!" She smiled sweetly, the expression transforming her entire face as she spoke Queen instructions to him.
The short man smiled peacefully, drinking in the sight of his wife's joyful face. "Fine… For now, manage things here then go inside. I'll deal with everything here and come back to you."
He touched her cheeks tenderly, his rough fingers gentle against her skin, then turned and walked away. He lit another cigarette as he strode forward, several soldiers falling into step behind him.
Miss Phoebe kept watching his small yet strong back as he disappeared into the night. "He wasn't hurt from the fight….. I hope everything ends well," she whispered, praying for his safety. Then she turned and ordered the people of her house to clean up the mess left behind by the battle.
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"Step aside, Miss Isafold! We don't intend to fight you!"
A Crown leader spoke from the front of a huge army. The soldiers behind him bristled with weapons and barely contained aggression, ready to charge at a moment's notice. But Mother Isafold didn't budge. Her forces stood tall behind her, forming an unbreakable wall.
"Tsk! You very well know everything we've achieved will be destroyed in the coming days! We can't let that happen!" The Crown people roared in dissatisfaction, their voices echoing across the rock.
"This is for the wellbeing of the people," Mother Isafold replied calmly, her voice cutting through their anger. "Don't put your selfish desires onto others. If you surrender, your punishment will not be harsh. If not..." She signalled to Kyra, who immediately ordered the troops to stand ready for battle.
The Crown people frowned and hesitated, exchanging uncertain glances. But after a tense moment, they made their decision.
They attacked.
Mother Isafold's forces met them head-on. A huge battle erupted across the 5th Rock, the clash of weapons and screams of dying men filling the night air.
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"HOLD THE LINE!" Little Princess shouted from the front, her voice reaching even to the furthest person, despite the chaos.
She swung her soft, flexible sword in a graceful arc, the blade piercing straight through a flying animal's head. The creature's red eyes went dim instantly, its body going limp as it tumbled from the sky.
"ENERGY ARROWS READY!" Behind the defensive line, rows of guards stretched their bows, nocking arrows that glowed with concentrated energy. They aimed at the oncoming horde of crazed animals.
"FIRE!!!!!!!"
WHOOOOSSHH! WHOOOOSHSHH! WHOOOOOSSHH!
The air filled with streaking light as dozens of energy arrows flew.
KCCKK! KCCKK! GRRRRR! KCCKK! ROOAAAARRRR!
Several flying carriage animals were struck down, their bodies tumbling through the air. But some were still alive, still fighting, trying to break through the defensive line from below.
"LEWIS!!"
"NOOO!!!!!!" Lewis cried out, tears streaming down his face as he followed one of the wounded animals with some troops. He stabbed at its wings desperately, his hands shaking while doing all this. The creature finally fell, and Lewis retreated quickly, hiding behind Little Princess's armored form.
"Hanna, don't make me do this! They're way too scary! Why is this happening to me? I just wanted to enjoy my holidays!" Lewis trembled behind her, his legs shivering so badly he could barely stay upright on his flying board. "I can't see properly! And their red eyes are so scary!" He hugged Little Princess's arm tightly, seeking comfort.
TWITCH TWITCH
"Hey, don't be like that. Learn from Alfie. Look at him," Little Princess said, pointing somewhere into the darkness.
Lewis squinted and could barely make out Alfie's form in the chaos. Flying animals kept falling one after another wherever Alfie went.
Lewis watched in horrified fascination as Alfie jumped onto the back of a crazed flying animal like he was mounting a wild horse. He laughed hysterically, his blade flashing as he killed the creature in swift, brutal motions. Then he leaped to another animal, then another, moving through the sky like death itself.
"KEKEKEKEKE! THIS IS FUN! HAHAHAH" Alfie's maddened laughter roared across the night sky, carried on the wind.
"Gah! That guy is crazy!" Lewis looked at Little Princess with pleading eyes, silently begging her not to make him do that.
"Sigh, just stand by me and help me," Little Princess said with a smile hidden behind her helmet. Seeing Lewis like this made her eyes glint with mischief. "He's kinda cute, hehe," she muttered under her breath, glancing at him as he clung tightly to her arm.
ROAAARRR!!!!
A fast, crazed animal suddenly burst from the darkness, launching a surprise attack aimed directly at Little Princess.
WHATT!! Little princess was still not ready to defend when…
TYYRRRRR! SIZZZZLEEEEEE!
Suddenly Tyra came and shot past like a comet, throwing blue flames from his mouth. The fire engulfed the attacking animal, sending it screaming into the afterlife.
"Tyrr! Tyrr!" Tyra proudly settled onto Little Princess's shoulder, puffing out his so-called chest.
"Tyra! Hey there! Thank you for saving me," Little Princess giggled, gently stroking Tyra's furs with her fingers. The small animal purred under the attention.
"Tyr tyrr!" Tyra basked in the appreciation.
"Little Princess, look there!" A guard pulled her attention forward.
A group of soldiers was moving toward them through the chaos from the front, dodging attacks from flying animals with barely coordinated movement.
"Hmmm, Big Guy!" Little Princess recognized the figure leading the group. "Go, Lewis! Help them!"
"Yes!" Lewis followed her command, flying off with several guards flanking him.
HUFF HUFF
Big Guy tore off an animal's wing with his bare hands, the bones snapping like dry branches. He jumped back to his flying board and moved swiftly toward the defensive line.
Emmy was at the back of the group, surrounded by guards. She saw Lewis coming to help and felt a small surge of relief, but it was just for a moment when her eyes got bigger with fear as she saw something.
WHOOSSH! WHOOSH! WHOOOSHSHH!
Suddenly, many crazed animals descended on their circle from all directions, attacking with claws and wings. The neat formation scattered into disarray as guards fought desperately to hold their positions.
Emmy, at the back, struggled to dodge every attack coming at her from multiple angles.
"KKKYYYYAAA!" She saw a whip-fast tail speeding toward her blind spot. She couldn't dodge in time, she was about to get hit when she closed her eyes tightly, YOUNG MASTER PLEASE HELP ME!! She shouted in her mind in desperation seeing Oliver face at her lowest end.
"EMMY!!!!!" Suddenly she heard a cry and she opened her eyes and saw a figure jumping down from above.
WHOOOSSH!
Strong arms grabbed Emmy and pulled her down, dodging the tail strike, but the tail smashed into her flying board, destroying it completely in a shower of splinters.
"KYAAA! THIS IS FUN! HAHA!" Emmy opened her eyes while falling and saw bright, colorful and a over enthusiast laughing face. Whose arms hugged her tight, keeping her safe.
"Who are you?" Emmy asked in a soft voice, her heart still racing from the near-death experience.
"ME? I'M YOUR BUDDY FOR LIFE AND YOUR HATER!!!! I'm Gracie! My name is Gracie Maher, and I came because Young Master begged me to check on you!" Gracie spoke rapid-fire, her eyes showing a swirl of emotions. "By the way, you're Emmy, right?"
"Huh? You? Young Master means... Young Master Oliver?" Emmy's expression suddenly shifted, sadness washing over her features.
"Yes, yes! That handsome guy!" Gracie's face lit up with adoration. "Personally, I didn't want to come since you rejected Young Master, but I love him, and I can't see his sad face if something happens to you, so I came! Oh, Young Master and I are like childhood buddies, but KYAAA! Young Master suddenly proposed to me! I can't still fathom what's happening! By the way, can you open your glider?"
Gracie's words tumbled out so fast that Emmy couldn't keep up, her mind spinning from her chatter.
"What? He... you're together? But..." Emmy's thoughts spiralled deeper and deeper into confusion.
"HEY, HEY! DON'T THINK ABOUT IT NOW! FIRST, OPEN THE GLIDER, OR WE'RE GONNA DIE!" Gracie shouted in Emmy's ear as the ground rushed closer and closer beneath them.
"HUH??...WHERE IS YOUR GLIDER? AND DON'T SHOUT IN MY EAR, YOU LOUD-MOUTHED WOMAN!" Emmy shouted back, irritated by the sudden news and the screaming.
"GAAH! IT'S ALL YOUNG MASTER'S FAULT! HE STRIPPED ME OUT OF MY DRESS!!!! My Energy system of the dress is not complete!!!! I can't just open it!!!.... DON'T ASK QUESTION AND JUST OPEN IT!!!.. I DON'T WANT TO DIE! I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT SEEING YOUNG MASTER'S HANDSOME FACE! AND I DON'T KNOW IF HEAVEN WILL GIVE ME A SNEAK PEEK TO SEE MY HANDSOME YOUNG MASTER, SO PLEASE JUST OPEN IIIIIITTTTT!!!!!!" Gracie hugged Emmy tighter, fear gripping her completely.
"Ow, ow! Tsk!" Emmy touched a spot on her maid outfit.
RUFFLE! RUFFLE!
The uniform transformed instantly. Her long, tight skirt, her maid vest and full sleeves converted into a glider, spreading wide to catch the air. The transformation left her slim figure more exposed than before, the long skirt is now very short, only hiding her bountiful ass and her fully naked arms, that held the glider perfectly. Gracie clung to her desperately, her hands pressing against Emmy's body through the thinner fabric. Her fingers even poked a small hole in the back of Emmy's shirt.
"HEY! DON'T HUG SO TIGHT!" Emmy shouted at her.
"BUT IT'S SCARY! YOU NEARLY KILLED ME! I'LL COMPLAIN TO YOUNG MASTER!" Gracie spoke with tears forming in her eyes.
"Gah! Shut up! I don't fear that guy! That stupid shampoo bastard play..." Emmy started to say.
"Shewwwss!" Gracie suddenly got deadly serious, putting her finger to Emmy's lips. "Don't you dare say bad things about Young Master... I heard about you from him…... Don't you dare judge him and say mean things. You don't know anything about Young Master!" Her voice dropped low filled with dangerous intent. "I'm acting nice because Young Master loves you. As his life partner, I will support Young Master. But if you don't shut your mouth, I will not forgive you in my lifetime!"
Gracie's serious words sent shivers down Emmy's spine. She looked into those eyes and saw pure, unwavering loyalty burning there. Seeing that intensity, Emmy quieted down immediately.
Slowly, they rose back up into the air and landed on Gracie's board. They stood close to each other. Emmy's height was taller than hers, so she looked down at Gracie, who was still judging her with sharp eyes.
Emmy fidgeted nervously and spoke softly. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I just..."
"It's fine! Heheh!" Gracie suddenly patted Emmy's shoulder and smiled happily, the serious mood evaporating like morning mist. "Since you're saying sorry, then it's fine. Humph, my handsome Young Master is way too nice. Well, whatever." She shifted topics smoothly. "He told me the kids will be safe. He's gone himself to look out for them."
Gracie quickly explained the situation in the 5th Rock. Emmy's face changed drastically as she listened, her expression cycling through worry, fear, and guilt.
She looked nervously at Gracie, her hands twisting together.
"Don't worry! Trust Young Master!" Gracie patted her chest proudly, radiating confidence in her man.
Emmy looked at that absolute certainty and felt herself calm down slightly. She nodded, though her mind roared with conflicting thoughts. "Shampoo bastard, if any of my little ones are hurt, then I'm gonna kill you! But..... Please be safe!" She fidgeted with her fingers as she stood behind Gracie, as they flew toward the main group, who had just cleared another wave of creatures. More were already coming from behind.
"Big Sister Emmy, are you okay?" Zack asked with concern in his voice.
"Hmm, I'm fine. Thanks to Gracie." Emmy bowed in gratitude.
"Heheh!" Gracie just laughed, slapping Emmy's back so hard it made Emmy's eye twitch.
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Big Guy swiftly explained what had happened with Natalia and the 1st Rock Leader. Zack's expression darkened with every word.
"Let's go. We'll discuss on the way," Leader Mikaela said firmly. She turned to Mother Julia. "You stay here and help the kids for some time then join us at 1st Rock surface."
Mother Julia nodded and moved to join Little Princess's defensive group.
"Tyra, you also help them! Make sure no one gets past this line!" Zack ordered. Tyra chirped happily, eager to continue the fight.
Now the strike team was assembled: Zack, Lurvi, Hazel, Subordinate Woman, Leader Mikaela, Mother Silja, Gloomy, Big guy, Gracie, Sio, one of Miss Expert Sister's guards, Emmy and many troops behind them. They flew toward the 1st Rock, weaving and dodging around as many crazed animals as possible.
After getting close to their destination, Mother Silja called out, "I know a way that can be a bit faster! Come with me!" She flew downward, heading for a hidden entrance on the rock face.
Leader Mikaela pulled Miss Expert Sister's guard, Sio, and Big Guy aside. "I'll help on the rock surface and wait for that bitch to show up!!! Make sure you show them who this city belongs to!"
"Yes!" everyone responded with determination burning in their eyes.
They split into separate groups, each heading to their assigned positions, they can't waste a single second as there were people getting killed every passing second, they have to act fast…..
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Author Blabbering
Siighh....When I will become a billionaire.....What?? Are you asking how many zeroes are there in a Billion??? ..... I know, of course I know!!!
Hey chatgpt..
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