Chapter 51 Part 3) Meeting Again Part 1 (Patreon)

Desaray flew out of the city toward, to what was now known as the Great Wall of Ice, and landed on top of the wall. Below were a few of her kingdom’s soldiers and at least five hundred undead who were camping out in front of them.

The main reason they were not allowed in was the Demon Queen of Death. It was not that Desaray rejected the undead but because she had to be careful. All undead had to be checked before coming into the kingdom. There was already a small undead city in the kingdom. Just like the dwarves and elves who moved here, they all branched out to different areas since they all lived differently.

Many lived in the capital as well or other small towns that had sprung up. Even undead roamed the city streets of Serenity. It was a common sight. “There are quite a few here.”

Desaray landed behind her soldiers and walked over to the lead Gorc, who was the gate captain. “Fomar, what’s going on?”

“Your Holiness!” Fomar turned and grew excited when he saw Desaray walking up. “Your Holiness, as per your order, the undead here have been waiting for approval to enter the walls. It is just taking time since there are so many of them. But they refuse to enter one by one and wish to enter as a group. It seems they are still wary of the kingdom. Afraid they will be treated badly.”

“I see. Have you asked the leader of The Great Citadel if they could come and speak with them?” The Great Citadel was the newest City of the Holy Kingdom of Serenity. It is a massive church city that holds the largest statue of Desaray every created. It has become a hot spot for worshipers who go there to worship along what is called the Icy Pilgrimage. Desaray knew all about this new expansion of her religion but had decided to put it to the back of her mind since it still felt embarrassing to her.

“He did come to speak with them. The leader of this group of undead said she was fine with waiting until she could enter with everyone. She seems to really care about the people who have been following her.” Fomar replied.

“Alright, then show me to this leader so I can speak with her.” Desaray now understood why she was called it seemed that because of the numbers and the time to check to make sure each person was free from any kind of control was taking very long and because no one could persuade those who had already been checked to enter, her people called for her.

After a few minutes, Desaray arrived outside a tent that Fomar had led her to. “Your Holiness, the leader’s name is Claire.”

“Claire?” Desaray felt this name was familiar, but she could not pinpoint where she had heard the name before. Shaking her head and composing herself, Desaray announced her arrival, “My name is Desaray; I am the Leader of the Holy Kingdom of Serenity. I am here to speak with the leader of the Undead, Clair.”

“Desaray….” The flap to the tent was quickly pushed open and an undead stepped out and looked at Desaray in surprise. “Desaray… are you the little blue dragon I once meat in the park?”

“Wait, Claire!?” Desaray now remembered where she heard the name! “You survived! That’s great!”

“Hehe. It was all thanks to you.” Claire smiled brightly. Even as a ghoul, she still had a charm about her. “If not for your help that day, I would have died. Who would have thought the little blue dragon would evolve into such a beautiful girl? But why are you standing so far away?”

“Ah, don’t get any closer. It is for your own safety.” Desaray warned. “My elemental affinity is very high, resulting in my surroundings being frozen. As an undead, you will not die per se, but I do not wish to harm anyone.”

“I see. But why is Commander Formar able to stand next to you then?” Claire was confused. She wondered if Desaray did not like her race and was just making up a story.

“My ice resistance is very high, Miss Clair. Most of everyone within the Serenity Kingdom has worked hard to build up our ice resistance so that Her Holiness will not be by herself. Having great strength is not always a good thing.” Formar stepped in to reply.

“Your Holiness!” A lich with bone wings landed on the ground next to Desaray. He was the leader of The Great Citadel.

“Oh, Trell, how are you?” Desaray smiled as she saw Trell appear. She liked this man because he was someone who had worked very hard to make his city what it is today in such a short time. He worked along side the other undead and other races, building the city up from nothing. He was a very good leader.

“I am doing fine. It is thanks to Your Holiness’s kindness that we undead now have a home.” Trell replied as he knelt down and bowed his head. Praying to Desaray, which once again made Desaray really want to kick Juna in the butt! She was the start of this stupid trend!