In Japan, word of their Queen's journey to the Special Region spread like wildfire. The internet was ablaze with speculation and awe.
Online chatter erupted:
"Do you guys think Miss Sera will take over the other side?"
"That may be a possibility, given how skilled she is… the probability is high."
"Yes, but more than that, I want to see how she does things over there. We all saw how medieval those people were."
The government and military took their positions before the Gate, just like on the other side. Police struggled to maintain order—after all, Sera was too popular.
Meanwhile, inside her custom-made armored truck, Sera lounged. Beside her, ever-dutiful Emily tapped away on her tablet, ensuring all logistics were perfect before entering the Gate.
Without warning, Sera seized Emily's chin and drew her into a deep, passionate kiss. Her tongue asserted dominance, leaving Emily breathless and flushed with heat. The kiss was intense and wet. Emily melted under the pressure, her breath caught between reverence and desire.
Sera pulled back, her lips curved in a smirk. "Emily, prepare everything. I'll be staying at Alnus Hill for a few days."
Emily blushed, her lips still tingling as she licked them with quiet longing. Composing herself swiftly, she nodded with devotion. "Yes, ma'am. It shall be done."
After a few moments, the armored truck finally went inside the gate. The crowd screamed and made their farewells.
Special Region
Alnus Hill
In the camp, every soldier stood straight, lined up neatly in front of the gate. The air was tense. The refugees watched, eyes wide with anticipation. Tuka pointed, "Look, the gate is opening!"
Everyone turned, their focus locked on the massive gate as it slowly creaked open.
The gate opened, and Sera's convoy rolled in—an armored truck followed by massive carrier trucks carrying fighter jets and helicopters. The military had never seen such vehicles before.
Soldiers watched in awe as the convoy advanced, showcasing sheer power and wealth. The trucks came to a stop, and Sera's troops in sleek black suits disembarked. Emily, dressed in a black business suit with a katana at her side, stepped out first.
Finally, Sera emerged, wearing a black suit jacket over a white shirt, a loose black tie, black pants with suspenders, and black gloves, radiating pure authority and elegance. The moment Sera stepped out, every soldier snapped to attention and saluted sharply. General Hazama moved forward, lowering his head in a rare bow.
"We welcome Miss Sera to the Special Region. You may command us as you see fit."
Sera's smirk deepened. "General," she said, her tone laced with icy arrogance, "Show me to my quarters. I trust the Prime Minister isn't foolish enough to disappoint me."
General Hazama faltered, barely holding his posture. "Y-yes, Miss Sera. Allow me to escort you." He looked at Emily, hoping for kindness. But her golden eyes glared back coldly, full of disgust.
Sera and Emily followed General Hazama, their pace slow, deliberate, and full of authority. Before leaving, Sera turned slightly and spoke to her troops, "Inspect everything. I want every detail—no excuses."
Back among the refugees, Rory crossed her arms and said with a smirk, "That woman has killed many in her life. The count is… truly impressive."
Tuka gasped softly, "What?! Seriously?"
Rory chuckled darkly. "Yes. As an apostle of Emroy, I can feel the deathly aura radiating from her. I can't tell the exact count… but it's overwhelming."
Lalena narrowed her eyes, then turned away. "We shouldn't keep staring. Let's go. Remember, we need to speak with Lieutenant Itami."
The group nodded and quietly made their way back to their residence.
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The next day, Lalena, Rory, and Tuka stood at the battlefield, surrounded by the slain wyvern's remains. When told they could keep the scales, their eyes lit up with hope—they had feared repaying the JSDF might cost them their bodies.
While gathering the gleaming scales, Tuka muttered, "There's so many… we could get rich just by selling thirty percent."
Lalena nodded, her tone tinged with relief. "Yes. With this, we repay their kindness—and you don't need to sell your body."
Rory chuckled, slipping another into her bag. "You two fret too much. This haul alone could buy us a small estate."
Suddenly, a powerful gust swept over them. Their heads rose in unison as a white helicopter descended. "Isn't that one of the flying chariots the soldiers use…?" Tuka asked.
Rory's eyes glinted, a smirk forming. "No. This one's too refined. That aura… it's her."
The helicopter landed with a soft thud, and Sera emerged, her presence commanding attention with every step. She glanced briefly at the three refugees before strolling toward them, her demeanor casual yet undeniably superior. "Hmm... You three are refugees, I presume?" she inquired, her voice carrying an air of interest.
Lalena, the one more fluent in Japanese, answered with restrained politeness, "Yes. We were brought by the JSDF a few days ago."
Sera's smile twisted with a touch of amusement, her gaze sharp. "So... how do you like our world... or rather, this place?" Her words hung in the air, laced with a quiet, mocking edge.
Before Lalena could respond, Rory spoke up, "Yes, it's quite luxurious... but I'm more curious about the aura you're radiating."
Sera smirked, her eyes narrowing with interest. "Oh my... I heard you're an apostle. You're certainly intriguing. I believe you're interested in me too." She tilted her head, her voice dripping with amusement. "How about we have tea at my place?"
Rory hesitated for a moment, then agreed, "Very well."
Hearing that, Sera slowly licked her lips.
Sera glanced at Emily, who nodded in silent understanding. Without another word, Sera left with Rory, leaving the two girls behind with bags of scales.
Tuka sighed. "I guess we're stuck collecting the scales then..."
Lalena, still processing, smiled wryly.
...
Kurata stood beside Itami, eyes wide. "This… this is amazing, isn't it, sir?"
Around them, soldiers whispered in awe. Parked ahead was a fighter jet—sleek, silent, and impossibly advanced. Even the top JSDF pilots had never seen anything like it. The design was alien, the tech—unthinkable.
It was Sera's, of course. One of twelve she brought solely to escort her through the skies.
"Yeah… I've only seen jets like that in sci-fi movies," Itami muttered. "Those boosters alone—damn."
A soldier approached with urgency. "Lieutenant Itami. The General wants you—immediately."
"Me? I didn't even bring more refugees…" Itami sighed, trudging off.
Kurata waved with a grin. "Don't get scolded too hard, sir!"
...
In the grand room lit by soft amber glow, Sera reclined on a lavish sofa, her presence radiating unspoken authority. Emily sat gracefully on her lap, her lips brushing Sera's neck, while her hands curled possessively around her mistress. Across from them, Rory lounged in a chair, her expression unreadable, yet her crimson eyes remained fixed on the pair with vague amusement.
Between slow, lingering kisses, Sera murmured, "I find your personality fascinating, Rory."
"Oh?" Rory smirked, arms folding over her chest. "And why is that?"
With a cruel smile, Sera's fingers trailed along Emily's thigh, making the poor secretary shiver. "You're violent. Sadistic. But your blade swings for something more than pleasure. Justice, in your own twisted way."
Rory's brow arched slightly. Few had ever seen that part of her—fewer still dared to say it aloud.
"You're called Rory the Reaper," Sera continued, her voice velvet. "A title carved in blood. Fitting. I like it."
Rory chuckled, her amusement genuine this time. "You understand more than you let on. But you… you're more than me. Truly an evil"
"Ahhhnn~!" Emily climaxed on Sera's lap, making her wet. Sera whispered in Emily's ear, "Next time, prepare your butt and breasts. Do a good job, and you get to drink mine."
Sera's eyes gleamed as she rose, letting Emily lean against the cushions, breathless and dazed. She stepped closer to Rory, sitting beside her with feline grace, her aura suffocating.
"I am very aware," Sera whispered, voice like silk laced with steel. "Now, to the reason you're here. Do you wish to stay by my side?"
Rory's eyes narrowed. "Tempting… but I'll have to decline. For now."
Sera smirked, brushing a strand of Rory's hair behind her ear with chilling intimacy. "You will come to me, Rory. I can already picture the way you'll scream—for me, from pain and pleasure." Her eyes gleamed with wicked delight. "You're exquisite. And when I start traveling this world, I will surround myself only with the most beautiful things. Naturally, that includes you."
Rory stood, expression unreadable, then turned and walked away without a word. But her heart—was not untouched. 'Her presence is truly suffocating, despite the fact that she is merely a human.'
Sera watched her go, the cruel grin never leaving her lips. "Very soon."
Sera's thoughts curled with cruel satisfaction. 'When I arrived in this region, my body tingled—an odd, electric whisper beneath my skin. Now I know why. Magic.' The revelation made her smirk. 'It seems this world has gifted me more than just a second life… this body, this form—it absorbs energy. Pure, living magic. A unique physique, far beyond any human shell.'
And that was precisely why she dared to look at a demigoddess in such a way.
In raw physical terms, she was still flesh and blood—no match for Rory's divine heritage. But with this infinite well of energy flowing into her being, Sera saw no ceiling. No limit. No rival.
'Let her walk away for now. I will master this power', she mused, her lips curling arrogantly. 'And when I do… heh'
Left with Emily, Sera glanced at her body and began thrusting her fingers in her pussy.
The day passed slowly as Sera and Emily indulged in intense pleasure throughout the night.
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