Tall buildings with colorful neon lights. An unmanned oval balloon glides across the sky, displaying an LED that displays the inscription…
“Glimmerport On Air Event – 8.10 Sovranty Day!”
The festivities lasted smoothly. Especially the procession that filled the field in the form of a wide and bright circle.
It's a clear night, stage lights and multi-colored laser lights flashing in all random directions. Everyone held the LED sticks as if to hold their expressions on the dark stage.
Several drones flew by and then stopped flying in one place, over the procession. Beastrians, Elves, Humans, Spirits, Undead, Devils and angels, all races even void creatures joined in the celebration. They agreed to forget about the common problem of 'racial difference' and now joined hands for the occasion.
The drone displays a hologram of the center point of its propellers, a countdown.
“3…”
“2…”
“1…”
“Let's Rock!”
The compact stage spotlight flashed on one woman in a black and red gothic dress. Her silver hair was limp and looked wet, as sexy as her lips.
The sentence 'Let's rock!' was even followed by the fans who were waiting for it. The procession, both in suits and in general attire, moved their LED sticks.
They sing with their idol goddess. Sing songs and rhythms that they know very well with the desired character. Usually, the singer performs in expensive venues.
But this time, the ruler of Glimmerport rented it for the celebration of the formation of Glimmerport, the safest metropolis, despite the fact that it is still high in crime.
Well, at least the city located on planet Moria 8Y sits on the sixth etherealm, Solatis. The most unstable and primitive realm known, prioritizes the law of the jungle.
“You are all the best!” added the woman while giving a warm kiss.
“Echidna Scarlett! I love you!" many times the speech was made both for women and men.
Echidna Scarlett, one of the most popular singers with typical sad songs, passionate lyrics, and most importantly… Echidna Scarlett is so perfect as a woman.
Echidna Scarlett, one of the phenomenal contributors to the Wraith Sanctum alliance, one of the largest alliances in Glimmerport. It includes caretakers with high authority, and the Wraith or ghost race.
Some of them worship her as a wraith goddess, the goddess of wraith, a superior race of ghosts, spirits, yurei and yokai. Or… some of them intended to target her body for irrational pleasure.
Meanwhile…
In the monotonous cylindrical building that soared high into the sky, several wraiths sat warmly with the beastrians and elves.
“But…Mrs. Montana Baldevere, we need to widen our profits this year! With fixed prices and distribution, it means our company will not have additional funds for new operations!” protested the sheep-headed beastrian, in an elegant white coat.
Montana Baldevere, her hair color is the same as singer Echidna Scarlett, short straight asymmetrical slicked right side with a slight wave ending, her red eyes stare firmly. Her face was serious, strong-willed, and a bit cold.
“The spirit core fuel commodity, Soul Core¸ is already widely used by the common people. On the same line of uses and needs, it's even a lot cheaper than Angel dust, magic or electricity. This is the first time that Wraith Sanctum, the alliance with the cheapest commodity has been complained about for such an unreasonable reason!” protested the woman in the sexy and thin black dress. Then she turned to the side. “Mythril, please hand over our agreement form and product brochure. Ah! also please update security info.”
"Yes, Milady!"
Mythril, Montana Baldevere's personal secretary, is a competent and meticulous woman. Instead of wearing an eye-catching dress, she preferred a formal suit just like the two men standing guard at the rear. Two bodyguards from the Wraith Sanctum.
A white suitcase with a velvet texture in the middle that is expensive and classy is opened by Mythril. Her right arm neatly picked up two papers amidst a pile of papers whose order was easy to forget with such accuracy.
Within seconds, Mythril met Montana Baldevere's needs.
“Mythril, as always… you are amazing!”
“Anything for milady!”
Montana Baldevere returned to dealing with the Beastrians, while Mythril immediately closed her eyes and held her ears. Inner communication is one of the hallmarks of the Wraith Sanctum alliance.
(*Security division, please report in order!*) Mythril commanded.
Gradually one voice at a time, taking turns confirming each other.
Typical adult female voice.
(*Fairmind, seafood restaurant positioned two blocks from Metrotube tower. Glimmeport towncircle parade seen some movement of occult sects. No sign of threat yet.*)
Typical playboy male voice
(*Hello, hello, my darling, Mythril? You called for me? I'm in Glimmeport towncircle around the procession. Oh my… they're so obsessed with that grumbler Scarlett…. Speaking of which, what my darling Fairmind said was true, there are several Orders sects of Hypogryph. They are holding golden crosses. Alert status*)
Typical of a mad woman's roar…
(*H-HEY! WHO THE HELL ARE YOU CALLING THE GRUMBLER!? I'LL BREAK YOUR NECK LATER, BONUS!*)
The monster's roar turned into a cute and melodious female voice.
(*Eh-ahem…! Scarlett to Mythril, the occult cult brought liters of holy water. No sign of action yet. My fans seem to be complicating their situation. Geez… being famous sure is something~*)
Typical competent male voice…
(*Countdime reports, there are no suspicious signs at the front door of Metrotube tower.*)
Typical cool uncle voice…
(*Scheme and Stitch, on the 9th floor of the metrotube tower, Lady Baldevere and Mythril are safe. But we… have a strange feeling for the client. Lady Baldevere… tells us to be patient*)
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Mythril waited for the one person who had not reported. One person who often drains Mythril's patience.
One person… who is very very calm and less serious in temperament.
(*Cron, please report in!*)
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Meanwhile…
Across the tall tube-shaped building, Metrotube Tower, there is the nine-story building of the television station "NocTV". The man called Cron was lying on the roof of his tenth floor apartment a block next to the NocTV station.
His eyes were closed, leaning back in complete silence. Except…
(*CRON! ARE YOU SLEEPING!?*)
Mythril's grumbling frustrated voice rang out loud. Not physically tight to the ears, but enough to make Cron's brain react.
(*Uhh… of course that's impossible? *Hoamms!*) Cron's eyes cleared quickly, he yawned.
(*You're not yawning, aren’t you? AREN”T YOU?*)
“Senior Camilla… are there any intruders?” Cron scratched his head, turned his hips, and did other minor adjustments. Little thing he usually does after waking up.
#Fuuuup!
Someone appeared from the shadows. Teenage girl, about high school, hair in twin bun pigtails.
“Two women, spirit barrier piercing device and a glass breaking physical tool. Well… they are still preparing….” Camilla turned around on the top outdoor floor of the NocTV television station.
"Hm ... isn't that bad?" Cron commented casually.
(*CRON! YOUR REPORT! *gasp… gasp…*)
Mythril continued to charge until she tired herself.
Cron rolled his eyes to the right, he was looking for ideas for salvation for his incompetence.
(*Well… are you on the period, Mythril?*)
(*Fuitfuiiut~) #whistle sounds
(*Waaaw!*) Fairmind and Scarlett were shocked.
(*Brother Cron, 1, brother Bonus gives you a piece of advice. Stay away from Mythril for up to a week?*) Bonus, that playboy voice sounded like he was putting fire to a fuse.
(*BONUS, SHUT UP!*) added Mythril. (CRON, IF YOU KEEP ON JOKING YOU WILL STEPPED DOWN!)
(Oh my god, this woman is really sucks!) thought Cron.
(*Yes, yes, dear. Everything must be… all right?*)
(*CRONNN!-*)
Cron immediately used the mind channel limiting nulification as the conversation got more chaotic.
Cron shouldered his sword, he looked up at the top outdoor roof of the TV station. As Camillia said, it was indeed two women who were preparing something.
"You know them, Cron?" Camilla made a sullen face.
"I… dunno... maybe?" Cron was warming up his legs.
“Hey, what is that!?” Camillia's brow wouldn't let down,
“Senior… have you forgotten that I am blind?”
Cron jumped up, then threw his sword like a spear. Meanwhile Camilla sank into the shadows again.
#Ctaak!
Cron's sword landed straight up causing the two women to dodge in opposite directions.
“W-who!?” said one of the women, who had eyebrows and a short body. Her cheeks were chubby like a child's.
“Th-that sword!?” her elf ears twitched slightly. (Something behind me!) she thought frantically.
Cron was right behind the woman who was wearing a navy blue headband, with long straight blonde hair and a short back braid at the end. The elf woman.
“Oh? Dina?”
The woman called Dina immediately avoided approaching her colleague.
“C-cron! Cr-cron Belloc! W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!?” Dina is furious.
Meanwhile, Dina's colleagues looked different.
“Se-seniorrr!!!” the woman with short eyebrows immediately grabbed Cron and hugged him tightly. "I-I missed you so much! How about we hang out and play games at your house like we used to!?” The woman rubbed her longing cheek against the man in the suit who looked sleepy.
“Ariri…” Cron smiled faintly and stroked her hair. Ariri's bunny ears twitched happily. "Sorry, next time... I have work to do," Cron explained kindly.
Then, Dina rushed to grab Ariri's stomach and pulled her away from Cron.
“Ariri! You forgot that he was kicked out of Moonshed for treason!?”
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