The Blue Mage Raised by Dragons

Book 2: Chapter 95

Youre sure this is going to work? Alice asked while pursing her lips and staring across a bridge at a towering fortress wall. No, why am I even asking that? What I meant to ask was, why am I doing this? She turned her head and glared at the grinning skeleton standing beside her. Behind them, trees casted shadows on a massive army of skeletons, all of them standing silently behind the two.

Because you loveAlice punched Mr. Skellys head offme. But he finished his sentence anyway since his voice didnt come from his mouth. A new skull sprouted out of thin air while his old one disappeared. He chuckled before patting Alices shoulder. Dont worry; itll be easy. Just follow the script and everything will all go according to plan.

You know, Alice said with a frown, all plans go awry the moment they start. What do I do if they go off script?

Improv! Mr. Skelly said and raised both his hands in the air. Lets begin. The other skeletons standing behind the duo raised their swords and shields into the air and cheered. A few fairies flew into the air and casted illusion spells, turning the armored army of skeletons into a group of well-dressed human nobles wearing fancy silk clothes.

Alice sucked in her breath when she saw Mr. Skellys new appearance. She pursed her lips before shaking her head. Hes a skeleton.

Whats wrong? Mr. Skelly asked, raising an eyebrow. He stroked his jaw before smiling, causing Alice to turn her head away. Dont forget, youre the star of the show. Ready? Before Alice could reply, Mr. Skelly raised one hand. Forward march!

The group left the cover of the trees. Moments later, a fire was lighted on the fortress walls and smoke rose into the air. The heads of dozens of dwarves popped up from over the wall, gawking at the small army approaching them. Mr. Skelly acted as if he hadnt seen the cannons rolling into place, marching along at a steady pace.

Halt! a dwarf shouted from atop the fortress. A cone was placed by his mouth that amplified his voice. Who goes there? Take one step further and well blow you to bits!

Men! Mr. Skelly shouted, pulling an object from out behind his back.

Leader! the army shouted back. Dozens of white bamboo poles rose into the air.

Ahoy! Mr. Skelly shouted, waving his arm. The war is over! Our leaders have made peace! Weve brought meat and ale! According to Alice, white bamboo was the universal sign of surrender since the continent didnt use flags. Mr. Skelly took a step forward, and the ground ahead of him promptly exploded as a bullet entered it.

I said halt! the dwarf with the cone shouted back. I havent heard anything about the war ending.

Mr. Skelly tilted his head. What do you mean? When was the last time you had contact with your headquarters? he asked. The war ended yesterday just before midnight.

So what? the dwarf asked. The war ends, and you come here with an army saying you have food and drink? Do you think Im stupid?

Mr. Skelly frowned before patting Alices back. Your turn.

Alice glared at the handsome appearance Mr. Skelly took on before taking a step forward towards the bridge. She raised a white bamboo pole into the air. My name is Alice Lowenherz. You might know me as the Lion of the East.

The berserk librarian? the dwarf asked.

Why is it that title!? Alice shouted, throwing the bamboo pole against the ground. She closed her eyes and exhaled before picking up the pole and raising it back into the air. Yes. The berserk librarian. May I know whos in charge of this fortress?

The leader is me, Mr. Vice-General Sir Captain Poppy, the dwarf with the cone said. But you can call me Mr. Vice-General Sir Captain Poppy the Bull Eater and Deer Hunters firstborn son for short.

Alices expression darkened. Can I just call you Poppy?

You may call me what I told you to call me! Poppy said. Men, ready the cannons!

Alright, Vice-General Sir Captain Poppy, Alice said. Ive come

You forgot to say mister and the bit about my lineage, Poppy said. He turned his head to the side and asked the dwarves who were loading the cannons, Arent they ready yet!?

What are you doing, Alice? Mr. Skelly whispered. I didnt realize your improv skills were this bad. Theyre going to shoot at us at this rate.

Goddammit, dont criticize me when Im doing you a favor! Alice said and stomped her foot. She glared at the dwarf on the fortress wall. Mr. Vice-General Sir Captain Poppy the Bull Eater and Deer Hunters firstborn son! As an SSS-ranked adventurer and a guild master, my words should hold some weight, no? Even the king and queen listen to my words.

What are you getting at, berserk librarian? Poppy asked with a frown. I dont give two snots about your king and queen. They have to listen to my words as well.

I swear on my title of berserk librarian that the war is truly over, Alice said. We do mean to make amends for our wrongful actions, which is why were extending our hands and gifting you meat and drink. If Im lying, I will never refer to myself as the berserk librarian again!

I think we can trust her, one of the dwarves standing by Poppy said. Shes someone with integrity. I know youre a secret admirer of hers and you just wanted to hear her say your name, Vice-General Sir Captain.

How do you know that? Poppy asked and drew his head back. He blinked and furrowed his brow. You didnt rummage through my stuff, did you?

Of course not, Vice-General Captain Sir, the dwarf said while saluting. A week ago, HQ did tell us not to worry. Perhaps we really did make peace last night. With the berserk librarian coming here personally to give us gifts while bearing white bamboo poles, its safe to assume they arent here to take over the city. Look, none of them have weapons either. They arent dressed for war.

Poppy squinted at the group in the distance before grunting. I suppose youre right. Do you think the berserk librarian will give me an autograph if I ask for one?

Im sure she will, Vice-General Sir Captain, the dwarf said.

Open the gates! Poppy shouted. Weve made peace with the humans and theyve come bearing gifts!

The dwarf beside Poppy grinned, showing his teeth like a skeleton.