11 My Sister's Return

It was a cold morning in the city of Isstvan. The streets were now streaming with bodies of the deceased men that died during the onslaught. It was disgusting to the eyes since there were many body parts that lay on the ground — fingers missing, appendages being ripped apart, shanks chopped from the lower hips and pelvises and torso's that are unrecognizable.

The heads were no different, they have been beat up or cut in half that it was never discernible to any of those who pass by to look for their love ones remains. Most of whom never get to see them since the orks entered the city. These savages were cunning as the Reptilionae race — for they can deceive their enemies quite well despite being a non-intellectual race.

This is the result of letting the brutes in to our city. If I ever find the one who let an entire horde of orks in; Oh I'm gonna beat them to a pulp but for now we should recover and forget what happened today.

Agnes Cromwell thought. The diplomat of Isstvan. Although she may have the surname of Cromwell, she isn't entirely related to the Cromwells for she and her sister Isabella Cromwell were adopted by Oliver Cromwell.

The previous duke who passed a year ago because he was poisoned by an unknown assailant. This made so much tension between the nobles — bickering that it was not they, who assassinate the duke. It didn't made the situation from the family side much worst for Richard who was the only child of the previous duke, since Agnes and Isabella were only his illegitimate children.

They wouldn't receive much benefit if they assassinated their foster father who the nobility acknowledges as ruler of this ever growing, bustling city where trade is one of its major incomes. The tension would only be dissolved when Agnes finally brought justice to her foster father by finding the culprit who was planning to assassinate Richard too. He was the only one that was recognized as the heir to rule Isstvan.

This garnered her a virtuous reputation within the knightage and nobility. She even gain the respect of the previous head knight who at the time was still alive before he was gloriously slain by a cyclopian giant.

Despite her success and well rounded popularity; she was still never recognized her as the heir. She on the other hand never wanted the title of duke as she was more interested in her pursuit of Oliver Cromwell's death. The same goes for Isabella who wanted to remain by her brother and sister side.

They kept walking in the streets of the deceased until they've reached the northern gate. There they notice a familiar white, silvery hair was near on the distance. That man was only chatting and tending to the wounded soldiers casually as if he is used to the carnage in front of him. [I mean John did experience many carnage's throughout his military career - Author.]

"Is that... Richard, Isabella?" Said Agnes who was dumbfounded as to why her brother doing. She had known Richard being someone who like to be distant to everyone around him so he wouldn't feel distracted by his hobby of music and debauchery. Who knew he also had a talent for socializing. This made Agnes a bit relief and flustered too.

"I think it really is him? There's no one in the Cromwell familia that has that silvery hair coloration. I'm certain it's richy." Isabella exclaim as she knew it was her brother. She was probably the closest to Richard in terms of familiarity.

"Lets go and see what he is doing shall we, Agnes?" Isabella added with her cheeks all bright and red.

"Fine, but only if you- huff, Hey!" Before Agnes could finish her sentence, a group of men — clad in steely bronze was fast approaching Richard; along with them were 2 men wearing Chitons.

They were about to retort to the rudeness the men showed towards a noble lady but the man who bumped into just bowed and apologizes in draconic. Then walks straight towards Richard. Something was not right, Agnes could sense the man's distress expression.

She knew something was not right so she took Isabella by the arms and hide at a nearby alley where its distance was just right for the girls to spy on them. No more than 1 minute later the Astrapans and the Nasethians were now surrounding Richard.

One of them with a plume came to Richard and tugged him by his shirt and one Nasethians started yelling. The Astrapan with the plume also yelled, as well as his men started chuckling — pointing weapons at the knights and footmen who are there to protect their lord.

Seeing this made Agnes nervous and Isabella too was shaking in fear. Isabella grips her sisters veil and started tearing when she sees Richard being assaulted, I too was feeling the same dread as she was but more angry than afraid. So she decided to intervene and settle their dispute with a little negotiating.

"Will Richard be alright, Agnes?" Said Isabella whose frighten appearance was showing on her face.

"Don't worry, Isabella. I'll get our brother out of this mess." I reassured her and patted her shoulder.

"Please bring him safe." Said Isabella with tear-jerking eyes.

"I know, thats why I'm his sister." Agnes said, facing the men who are surrounding the duke; they were now pointing weapons at each other more closely. I must put a stop to this before it escalates any further and so she rans. She ran while pulling her skirt up so she can maneuver easily.

*****

Meanwhile in the mind of Richard Cromwell.

'HOOOLLLLYYY SHEETT!' Richard thought (in a more joseph joestar tone) frozen in fear. I didn't know I could get this guy more angrier than he is now. I only said what his friend said at the last phrase as a joke! This man's eyes is clearly showing strong resentment and bad intentions.

Richard didn't mean to upset the guy; he only wanted to make him laugh like his other buddies. I mean what does "mikró fantachteró spíti" mean anyway? I don't even know what they are saying! Oh god this is it! This is the end of my second life here in this strange but also fascinating world! I'm sorry Estir but I'm going to die here.

[AIY AIY AIY AIY AIY!] For some reason there is music played by some musicians at the background — with a many violins strumming, a piano pushing its keys, two snare drum & hi-hats and trumpets blowing in ecstacy. All playing just this one moment of intervention that they've just arrived in the nick of time.

Just when Richard accepted his fate to death, 3 large muscular men wearing nothing but iron bracelets that stretches from wrist to elbows. Shiny metallic boots that covers the entire shins — helmets that's indistinguishable that doesn't even belong to a knight nor any of the warriors present.

What's most eye catching is their height itself, these 3 men towering above even Charles and Gregor who at this time would be taller than the average man. Their height is estimated to be 7'9 or more because they are ginormous! And is that a loin cloth their wearing?

In no time, they didn't hesitate to blocked the Astrapans and the other man (with a plume) lets his grip go to their lord and shielded him within their oily body. Their shiny abs shone as if it was a clear reflective mirror a part of their bodies.

"My, my. Look what we have here?" The man by the name Karsodian said in a manly and gayish kind of tone.

"It seems that our guest is causing trouble to our lord. Surely these scoundrels are no different than the commonfolk now?" Another man by the name of Rediscian also sarcastically remarks.

"OOOOoooo! That fellow over there looks FaBuLoUs!!!~" And then another man by the name of Wamuudesri said. Not acknowledging his companions conversation but somehow got distracted by an Astrapan that has brown hair.

They stood before me, overlapping my size with their enormous height, as if I was someone below them (quite literally actually). They blocked the Astrapans with exposed bodies, to the point where loads of oil is dripping along side with their sweat and the smell of their musky bodies can scented by the dogs barking afar.

The Astrapan with the plume step forward and stood face to face at Karsodian. Glaring at him with fierce animosity that gloom around him, like an aura of killing intent as his fury grows ever more if you tick him off. Karsodian however, shrugged it off by lowering his head — making sure that Astrapan doesn't missed his sparkly eyes of his lust.

"[Who might you be to meddle in our affairs?]" The Astrapan with a plume growled in anger.

"[Hmmm? I should say the same for you, hot-shot. Why are you interloping in my lords business. If you have any matters regarding my lord then you should wait for your next appointment.]" Karsodian said in labonice, understanding the labonice language that the Astrapan spat at him.

"[You insignificant fool! Do you know how many men that died to rescue your pathetic city! If it weren't for it's value in trade and commerce you would have been wiped out of the map within the sycamore terrace!]" The Astrapan roared in response.

"[Then, I thank you for aiding in my lords clean up of the greenskin attack.]" Rediscian said again in sarcasm.

"I applaud thee, sir. Mhmhmh~...." Wamuudesri muttered to himself while moaning at that one Astrapan he has been staring at for 2 minutes.

"[T-then shall we negotiate our terms in assisting the city's defense. Sir Andreas?]" Said the agitated Nasethian, stuttering his words from the tension of both sides.

"[Yes, we shall. Duke Cromwell, let us discuss it in your mansion.]" Said Andreas who was actually the man with the plume.

So they marched and withdraw pointing their weapons at my men and at me. It was really tense and very exhausting to keep up, luckily these men who claim to be my personal body guards made it in time to save me. The only thing that confuses me more is that why are these large muscular men claim that they are my body guards though?

"My master, would you please kindly put some oil in my abs? I haven't been rinsing my grease this morning." Wamuudesri said, holding a bottle of what smells like real body oil.

"OOO! Me too! I would like to be first of first after you too! If you don't mind?" Karsodian said, also wanting to put some oil in his skin.

"Then I'll just sandwich myself between you. Would that be alright your grace?" Rediscian said, sadistically.

From the perspective of Richard; he is confused to what just happened. For some reason both parties can understand both languages without even changing to a single syllable of words to better understand the other party.

Is the literacy rate between these men who have to do with their positions or rank to be able to study two or more languages. I should look this up in my future research while I rebuild the city and the reason why the people of this world can speak multiple languages.

Richard dropped the body oil he was holding and proceeded to follow the men to his mansion to negotiate their reward in aiding the defense. Wamuudesri's reflexes were swift in catching the bottle and so they kept their mouths shut for they were busy escorting their lords safety.

While Richard was walking with the so called bodyguards; he saw someone that looked very familiar. He didn't discern it at first but now that he is walking by closely, Richard can now tell who they were. They appear to be girls in noble clothing and are fast approaching him with whatever stamina they could muster.

"//RICHARD!//" The two girls said in unison and trampled over Richard — causing the 3 of them to fall at the ground. They snuggled him tightly as if they would never let go.

Sensing the warmth and love from these two girls; he knew who they were and so he embraces the two of them in return. While the 3 muscular men escorting Richard did nothing but stand there, not even rubbing their abs with oil to stop the girls from topping their lord over.

"Welcome home, my dear sisters. How was your trip?" Richard said in a gentle voice.