Systematic Shinobi: Multiverse Mayhem - Chapter 11.2 (Patreon)

She was tired.

Oh so tired.

Henrietta wished she could just close her eyes and rest her head against her desk. But she couldn't. She was the queen and sole ruler of Tristain. She was fighting a war. She had to take revenge for what happened to her dear Wales.

But….by Brimir did she hate being queen.

She had to go over the logistics of moving the army. Tomorrow, she would be heading out with her men to try and take Dardanelles, a strategic point within Albion.

For the third time.

They'd already failed twice. They shouldn't have. But somehow, Albion, or rather the Reconquista who now ruled Albion out smarted them at every turn, knew what they would do in advance.

They had a traitor. Many high ranking traitors actually by her estimates. The problem was, one or a few of them were supremely smart and were covering their tracks in ways she couldn't figure out.

Not even Wardes who she had personally tasked with discovering them alongside Agnes and her musketeer squad had been able to find any beyond superficial flunkies.

Her temple throbbed with pain and Henrietta couldn't help but whimper, in the privacy of her office where none could hear her if she was quiet enough.

"Now that's a sad sound there."

Henrietta froze at the sudden voice that spoke up from behind her. An assassin!? She leaped to her feet, hands going for her wand within her dress and pointed it at where the voice came from.

Only to freeze at what she found.

It was a boy. Around her age, or maybe a few years younger? Dressed in odd clothing that showed off his bare and very muscular arms, a tan skinned boy was casually resting atop her open window sill.

…She'd had it locked from the inside.

He was grinning, showing off sharp teeth that didn't look normal and glinting beautiful scarlet red eyes that would make a ruby weep with envy.

"Who are you?" Henrietta demanded, ready to call for Agnes at a moments notice, her wand not lowering in the slightest and aimed steady at his torso, the largest target.

Her eyes widened and a gasp let her throat as he was suddenly right in front of her, grasping her chin and tilting her head up to look into his eyes, "Those are some serious bags under your eyes," the boy hummed, clicking his tongue in disapproval, "When was the last time you had a proper sleep?"

How…how was he so fast?! Not even the most able knight empowred with a speed enhancement spell could move that fast!

"Who are you?" Henrietta demanded once more, glaring into the boys eyes and refusing to be intimidated.

If she were to die here, then she would die with her head held proudly.

"I'm Daiki," the boy smiled at her and introduced herself, "I'm the answer to all your problems."

Henrietta blinked, confused, "What?" she asked, the answer to all her problems? "…You're here to help me?"

While help would be incredibly useful right about now, she was still left incredibly confused.

"Honestly, you seriously need it," the boy rolled his eyes and boldly stroked her cheek with his thumb, ever so gently, "It's been hard on you, huh? Poor, sweet Henrietta."

Despite her station, despite the sudden situation, despite everything, was it so wrong that Henrietta trembled and felt herself lean into his touch?

Was he a dream made manifest because of how tired she was? Because of how lonely she was? Everything had felt so cold now, for months.

She couldn't trust the people around her. She hated what she had done, the deaths she had ordered, what the people behind all this had made her into. She hated herself for her weakness and couldn't forgive herself for any of it.

Her whole life was just one big pile of stress and sadness.

"Are you here to steal me away sir Daiki?" Henrietta asked, staring up at him through fluttering eye lashes. A handsome strong boy here to spirit her away from all that ailed her.

That would be a good dream to have right now.

"I mean, I can if you want, I wouldn't mind that at all," he laughed, "I was actually planning on just offering to go crush Albion for you, and the one manipulating Reconquista, and the one manipulating the one manipulating Reconquista."

What?

She must have been more exhausted than she even realised if even her dream was speaking such oddities.

"But yeah with how exhausted you are?" the boy, Daiki shook his head, "I guess I'll just steal you away for a little bit and let you get some rest. We can go over all this later."

Suddenly, the boys lips were covering her own, and Henrietta found herself captured in a deep passionate kiss. A warm feeling spread throughout her, suffusing her being, make her feel safe and comfortable.

Her eye lids fluttered, before falling gently shut as she fell into a pleasant and gentle slumber.

Her body went limp, but did not fall as Daiki caught her sleeping form and lifted her up into a bridal carry, "Not how I planned on this going, but I'm flexible," he laughed, "Senpo." he said.

A ripple formed in the air beside him and a portal stretched into existence at his side and he stepped on through.

Effectively kidnapping the queen of Tristain.

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"Well, that was anti-climactic partner." Derflinger commented as Daiki eased Henrietta into his bed within his mansion within Isobu's dimension.

Hmm, he should actually come up with a better name for it than just Isobu's dimension.

Either way, Daiki shrugged, her high heels and cloak in hand, he set them down at the night stand, before pulling the covers up over the slumbering queen and making sure she was comfortable, "True," he agreed, reaching over to the slumbering princess and stroking his hand through her hair, she really was very pretty, even with those bags under her eyes, "I'll send a clone to fill in for her so people don't panic…yet."

"Eh, who cares anyway if they panic?" Derflinger huffed, "You could probably stand still and let them all attack you at once and you'd get off without a scratch."

"Well, she cares I suppose," Daiki shrugged, nodding at the slumbering girl, "Besides, you're just annoyed that we'll be delaying going and kicking the crap out of the two non cute void mages and feeding them to a dragon."

And by that he meant the king of Gallia and the pope. Both utter cunts. One cuntier than the other. And it was in fact the pope who was the extra cunty of the two.

Imagine that.

As in, every problem going on in this world right now? All the death and wars? Were all instigated by him.

All so he could invade the elf lands and from there, Earth.

Which was hilarious that the clown actually thought this world of medieval buffoons could conquer Earth. The strongest being currently alive in this world, was a giant dragon that would get decimated by a few fighter jets.

Which was also the reason why he was going to be feeding the king of Gallia and the pope of Romalia to it, to boost its strength a bit.

Otherwise, it would just be an extra boring fighting.

Honestly, it was going to be incredibly boring either way, but at least by feeding those two malicious idiots to it, he would make it a little less boring.

"You know I want to say I'm surprised by the fact the pope is an asshole, but that'd be a lie," Derflinger snorted, "Brimir was an idiot, so it's par the course his biggest advocate in the world is as well."

"Yeah, they're both utter ass clowns," Daiki snorted, rolling his eyes, "Still, while we might not be able to kick the crap out of that dragon for now until Henrietta's all rested up, we can take care of that problem that has pope boy soiling his little girly robe."

And the whole reason why he caused all the nonsense going on in the world right now and why he wanted to invade the elves and then Earth.

"Ah right the wind stones eh?" Derflinger mused, "Well I suppose with your little doo hicky seal thing on your hand you can store them out of the way where they won't cause any problems."

"True, and it'll be a good way to kill a few hours," Daiki shrugged, "Plus, I've got a few ideas for them."

"…Gonna make your own floating island?" Derflinger probed.

"Probably," Daiki nodded, "Among other things."

"Neat," Derflinger responded, "What are you gonna do with ol' lava face after I kick his ass though? Kill him?"

"Maybe," Daiki replied, he hadn't really thought about it, "Maybe I'll make it a pet like Kevin? Though he'll need a good name, like Billy or Bob. Or maybe Billy Bob? Or I could just tame it and give it to Louise, it'll hardly measure up to not having me as a familiar, but better than nothing."

"It would be ironic at least," Derflinger snorted, "If not you can always just go tame another dragon like a wind dragon or fire dragon or even a tri dragon for her, they at least aren't big slow pieces of crap like lava face."

"Tri dragon?" Daiki blinked, he hadn't heard of them before.

"Yeah, bigger than your standard fire or wind dragon, they're violent ol' scalies," Derflinger bobbed up and down, "They've got three heads, each head fires off a different elemental breath. The middle shoots fire, the left, ice and the right, lightning. Way stronger than most other dragons you'll find, but bigger and slower."

Huh.

There were mini Ghidora's here? That was kind of neat actually.

"Or you could just give the girlie a griffon, you said you were giving her wind magic right?" Derflinger suggested.

…Well cucking Wardes out of his fiance, his hat and then his familiar before killing him sounded even more fun. And would be hilarious. But then, he thought anything bad that happened to Wardes was hilarious.

Maybe he should rip off his dumbass moustache while he was at it? And then make him eat it.

"We'll come back to that," Daiki snorted and held his hand out, "Senpo." he declared and created another portal.

He had a good few hours before Henrietta would even begin to stir from the deep restful sleep he'd put her into, topped off with a healthy dosing of chakra turned into healing life force to take care of any health problems her exhaustion and lack of sleep would have given her.

He stepped through the portal, back out into Henrietta's office before maknig a familiar hand seal, "Shadow Clone Jutsu." he declared.

A puff of smoke later, a perfect copy of him appeared, before, "Transform!" his clone declared and transformed into a perfect copy of Henrietta.

Well, almost perfect.

The massive difference that looked completely out of place on the beautiful princesses face, was the cocky arrogant smirk that belonged to the great Daiki alone.

"Hehehe, let's have some fun with this!" his clone chortled in Henrietta's voice, "Legislations for the building of a new church I'm thinking, no?"

"Louise will be happy at least." Daiki snorted.

"Yep, and while we're at it, let's give Louise the same rights as pope boy in Tristain as the high priestess of the church of the holy grind." His clone laughed even harder.

That would cause a holy war triggered by the Pope and the church jacking off to Brimir in Romalia.

Well, if not for the fact that within the next day or so said pope was going to be getting fed to a giant dragon.

…It was almost sad how easily he could throw this entire world into chaos. And funny,

Maybe this whole ruling as a god thing Isobu told him to do to relax had some merit to it?