Beast Taming? Nah, Dragon Herding is Way Better! - Chapter 84

Chapter 84: An Alternative Way
“Archers, fire at will… rain those abominations with hell…” looking towards the approaching enemies within the horizons, the tall beauty said with the same serious look on her beautiful face, all while drawing her favored weapon, a blood-colored saber with edge gleaming with the brightness given to it by its surroundings, from its sheath, and pointing it towards the opponents.

Hearing the command of the lady in front of them, the cavalry starts letting the arrows within their bows go, sending the projectile hundreds of meters in the air in an unpracticed unison, these arrows appearing to be anything but normal as they also start gleaming with peculiar light the moment that they gained far enough distance from the soldiers.

“Enchantment-type mages, prepare multiple layer of enchantment type magic circles for the arrows to pass through, I want at least fortification spells, piercing, explosion, as well as velocity enhancement spells within those arrows, I expect tearing apart the front line of these rotten army with just the first rain of arrows on them!!!”

With unwavering conviction as well as unrivalled charisma ringing along with her words, the lady creates a completely undisturbed army within the ranks of nervous young men and women previously, making them battle ready within just a matter of seconds with just her words alone.

Once those that she mentioned last finishes their incantation, multiple magic circles, massive ones that spans dozens, if not hundreds of meters in its radius, forms within the skies, to be exact, forms in a position that appears to be where the arrows will pass through moments later.

And pass through those peculiar magic circles the arrows go, during this time causing the arrow to be coated with multiple kinds of mana that seems to serve different purposes, purposes that will be revealed within just a few more moments as the arrows starts coming down on the ground, near the army of undead charging towards the soldiers’ location.

As soon as it comes into contact with anything but air, the arrows merely stay there for some fractions of a second before all hell starts breaking loose, the explosions creating a beautiful chain as more and more arrows lands from the skies above down to the earth below, igniting all that it is that comes into contact with them as those arrows takes anything within a certain range back to whatever after life that there is.

Looking towards the wondrous effects of the military might that she created for herself, through herself alone, the lady leading this defense reveals a faint smile on her beautiful face, nodding her head a bit as she watches majority of the undead charging towards this place falls once they come out of the burning flames created with the explosion of their previous arrows.

However, as much as she would like to believe that this event is already done, she knows that this defense is all but over, and the signs of that being the increasing silhouette of the undead passing through the sea of flames they previously created, almost as if these undead just continues on doing something until they succeed on it, no matter how stupid their methods can be.

Looking at the numerous undead already passing through this first line of defense, one among the soldiers, another lady who appears to be of the same age as the one leading this army, closes in on the leader before she whispers towards her ears.

“Lady Beatrice, those corpse are already advancing again, and the soldiers… the enchantment type mages are already tired with just that one spell alone…”

Looking at the lady waiting for her words, the leader of this defense, the first princess of the Flammenherz Kingdom herself, Alisha Beatrice Imoeria, starts speaking with a smile on her face as the ambient mana in the surrounding starts swirly around her awe inspiring figure.

“They I should probably buy them some time, shouldn’t I?” she said with a smile on her gorgeous face before the mana starts turning into something more real, manifesting into something that made the soldiers near her shiver in sheer terror.

Coiling around the princess’ body are slithering length of crimson colored cracking lightning, dancing around her figure happily as if these strands of completely lethal, violent and chaotic power is something that is completely happy to listen to all of her commands.

And listening to her command they do as they gather around the curved saber with color completely fitting the lightning as well, making the crimson glow of the saber more eerie due to the lightning, eerie not in an uncanny way but rather eerie due to how much power is radiating out of this… piece of metal imbued with elemental mana.

“Mn… good enough I guess…” scanning her saber for a while, the princess mutters to herself before her attention returns towards the undead legion once again, this time swinging her beloved weapon in full force, creating a wave of lighting rushing towards the enemies with unchallenged might that chars all that blocks the way in front of it.

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Meanwhile, out of Diluc’s expectation, his longest time friend, and someone whom he truly treats as a sister despite her constant unpredictable nature, is currently fighting for the sake of not only their kingdom, but also the lands adjacent to it, a thing that the emperor-like young man not really expects from this sister of his given how she usually acts within the tavern owned by the old Arthur.

Currently, this young man who is still quite unaware of the most powerful backing that he has in the form of his Big Sis Bea, is lying down on his bed after a long day of work, the young man who shares a room with him still not resting properly as he continues to read through a lot of things on top of his study desk.

“Quite the industrious one, aren’t you?” looking at the frail-looking young man’s figure still persevering with his study, Diluc couldn’t help but commend as he gives a thumbs up, the fact that this young noble is willing to put such effort to his studies something that he rarely sees not only in the noble community, but within the commoners as well.

Hearing his roommate’s words, Michael couldn’t help but sigh for a bit as he replies with a helpless voice, almost as if she’s just putting the hard work for this due to something that he wants rather than studying.

“I have to, since I don’t really have a choice… If I want my opinions to matter, then at the very least, I should put some more effort compared to others, right?” the frail-looking young man replies with a hint of pride appearing on his effeminate face, the beaming smile making the emperor-like young man think that he is really soft all the more.

“Yeah yeah, the one with the bigger fist always wins” Diluc replies with a reminiscing smile on his face as he recalls the things that Old Arthur will usually teach him back when he was still a child, and this particular line was etched on his mind given that the middle-aged man, along with the regulars of the tavern are people who firmly believes in these words.

“That’s… a violent depiction, but really clever and completely explains the things I wanted to say” the frail-looking young man replies with a surprised expression on his face, a face clearly telling that he never expected such a remark from the young man already lying comfortably in the bed.

“I’ll take it as a compliment” the emperor-like young man replies with a smile on his face as he turns around and start really falling into sleep, the faint smile on his face never disappearing as if he is just waiting for great days to follow this one.

Seeing that his roommate has already fallen asleep, the frail-looking young man observes him for a while just so that he can confirm that he really does fall asleep already, only stopping himself from doing so after a few more minutes of waiting and observing, allowing him to sigh in relief as if there’s something that he can’t say in front of the emperor-like young man.

Contrary to anyone’s expectations though, Michael didn’t do anything to Diluc, merely looking at his direction for a few moments before he returns to reading his books, immersing himself within the realms depicted by those materials, along with all sorts of information that he can extract from them.

Meanwhile, Diluc himself, who had already fallen asleep, enters within his own mind within just a few minutes of drifting into the dreamland, arriving into a completely blank, dark space with only him and his body being the only thing he can see or sense, making him wonder just why is it that he is dreaming of something like this.

Just when he start thinking that this might really be a dream, he heard a familiar voice in his mind, something that he is already way too familiar with for him to mistake it for someone else.

[Detected your circumstances of not being able to enter the Draconic Realm within this place. Now creating an alternative method in order for you to continue your duties and missions as the Ruler of the Draconic Realm]