In a land filled with ordinary folk—no nobles, no wealth—only peace.
Humans, elves, and even unlikely creatures like goblins and orcs lived together in harmony, farming the land side by side. No violence. No casualties.
As the Deyra sun fell and Derla rose, night after night, the villagers celebrated with parties.
Some shared meals. Others swapped stories.
No other kingdom dared disturb them—for they were united by a bond stronger than steel: harmony.
“Come on, Tela! Park anywhere!” Hennah shouted as their vehicle arrived in Sela.
“Shut it! Let me find a vacant one,” Tela replied, squinting for a spot.
“Hurry up!”
As they finally parked and stepped out, Ying screamed—the towering figure of a minotaur stood right in front of her.
“Oh?! Uh—!” The minotaur stepped back, startled, as Ying pulled out her spear.
Myke immediately stepped in, gently lowering her weapon.
“Sorry, miss,” he said to the minotaur. “She just has a bit of a fear of minotaurs.”
“Pfft—no big deal, kind man,” the minotaur chuckled. “Come! The party’s about to start.”
“PARTIES?!” Tela and Hennah exclaimed in unison, their eyes sparkling as they looked at each other.
“Behave yourselves, girls,” Ronald said, just as the two witches dashed toward the celebration.
“Yo, Ming—wanna bet?” Melania nudged her sister with a smirk.
Ming ignored her.
“Oh, come on~”
“I hate drinking,” Ming muttered.
“Oh, I know you do.”
“No.”
“Pfft... just a sip~”
“No.”
“Idiot~”
“Idiot.”
Jug approached Myke and Ying.
“Hey, why don’t we book the tavern first before the party?”
The minotaur overheard. “It’s sponsored by the tavern. Go get drunk first—rooms are walk-in.”
Music played. Villagers sang.
Hennah and Tela danced like sisters, circling each other in joy.
Jug, Ronald, and Sam were already gambling, coins clinking as cards were dealt.
“OH OH! GOT A FULL HOUSE, BABY!!” Sam shouted.
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“Why would you declare it?!” Jug groaned.
“I just had to, hahaha!”
Kana was about to join them—until a man grabbed her arm, trying to pull her away.
She couldn’t resist—her nature didn’t allow it. She froze, powerless.
Suddenly, an elf stepped in.
“I’m sorry, she has a group to be with.”
“She’s my wife,” the man growled.
Kana froze.
“Prove it,” the elf said calmly.
“Alice... didn’t you see our children?” the man tried to lie.
Kana remained silent.
His grip tightened—until Ming smashed a wine bottle over his head.
“Ywuu... nu guut... mhan...” Ming slurred, clearly drunk.
The man fled, leaving Kana behind.
“Thank you,” Kana whispered.
“No no no... this handsome mann... go with heem,” Ming said, gesturing to the elf.
Kana shook her head and bowed.
The elf laughed nervously, scratching his head.
“It’s fine. Just didn’t want to see you with him. Enjoy your night with your team.”
Kana’s eyes lit up. She returned to the group.
Back at the table, Ming dropped her head onto it.
“Heh. Drunk already,” Melania smirked.
“Shut... the fuck up...” Ming muttered from under the table.
Meanwhile, Myke and Ying were eating feltha bread and roasted chicken, enjoying the golden glow of the night.
As they drank, the warmth set in.
“Myke...” Ying said softly.
“Hm?”
“Who is Mya to you?”
“Mya?” He paused. “She was my first rose. Someone I once loved with all my heart.”
“…Who am I to you?”
“You?” He blinked.
Ying nodded, her eyes heavy from drink.
“You are... my teammate.”
“No no no. Who am I?” she pressed.
“My... subordinate?”
“Lies~”
“Well... you are... my friend.”
She pouted and looked away, sipping again.
Silence.
“I’ve never had someone with me,” Ying murmured. “I should’ve accepted Grug... but I didn’t. I never felt love from him—just... partnership. I don’t even know what love is.”
“What do you mean?”
“I see everyone—families, happiness, harmony…”
“We’re a family now.”
“That’s not what I mean, Lyo~”
He stiffened at the name.
“You know I’ve always wondered... what it’s like to have a partner. I’ve never had one.”
“Have you found one now?” he asked.
She shook her head quietly. “No...”
Myke paused. He didn’t know what to say.
“I’ve been with you for a while now... and I feel... safe. The way you care, the way you share food…”
“I’m not ready yet...” he confessed.
Ying’s eyes widened. She turned to him—he was drunk too.
“I just... need time. To forgive myself.”
She bit her lip, leaned in, and kissed his cheek.
“Take your time... Lyo,” she whispered, smiling.
“I can wait.”
She laid her head down and drifted into sleep.
Myke touched the spot where she kissed him—quiet, unsure, but warmed.
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“EH!!! We come from the land of rage!” (Tela)
“Bringing our swords and spears with will!” (Ronald)
“Fighting our fate like there’s no pain!” (Melania)
“BROKE MY LEG—BUT FEEL NO CHILL!” (Hennah)
The group sang in loud, drunken harmony.
Villagers joined in, forming a wild, impromptu choir.
Later that night, as the music faded, Myke carried the sleeping Ying to a tavern.
The owner nodded. “All rooms are vacant. Go ahead.”
Myke laid her gently on a bed and covered her.
As he tried to leave, her hand caught his.
“Don’t… leave me...” she murmured.
As Deyra’s light rose again, casting its warmth over Sela, the peaceful village began to stir.
But something had changed.
Everyone stood still—eyes fixed on the horizon.
There, beneath the clouds, a giant taller than mountains stood silently. Watching.
Jug and Hennah searched for Myke.
“Lyo!?” they shouted, opening doors one by one.
Ming gently opened one that had been left unlocked—and saw Myke holding Ying, still asleep.
Jug and Hennah peered in too. They froze.
“Wha—”
“Shhh,” Jug hushed her.
“Are they...”
“Not now,” Ming whispered, watching them.
Then, a loud knock—heels echoed down the hallway. Melania arrived.
“There’s a huge figure outside,” she said.
“I know,” Ming replied calmly.
“A big what?” Jug asked.
“Does he have a big dick too?” Hennah muttered.
“I’m... a little concerned about that,” Melania added.
“THEN I’M GOING OUT!” Hennah yelled, rushing outside. She saw the giant.
“OH, HER DIVINE!! NAFTHA!!!” she screamed, pointing.
Everyone fell silent.
The giant turned—and slowly walked away.
“Should we wake Myke?” Jug asked.
“Wait,” Ming said softly, closing the door gently.
“Let them rest… just a little longer.”
