4 The Usalian Queen
An entity emerged from the shiny portal-like apparition.
It was a woman with a red star gaze, the most confident and beautiful one that Nagan ever witnessed.
Warmed by her long black coat, was that of a white bunny-suit with a red tie on a collar-piece connected with the transparent plastic-like cover above the window of her ample chest, laced with gold and black hints of royalty on her small waist down to her curvaceous wide hips.
Only the inner of her voluptuous thighs were covered by a unique legging while the outer part of her hips and thigh remained bare until her nearly transparent thigh-high socks.
It was as if she was showing everything while being covered decently, such a blissful sight was enough to put any normal person beyond nervous, especially Nagan.
It was as if he was meeting with the goddess of beauty herself.
What made it even more nerve-wrecking for Nagan, was the appearance of an inorganic pair of rabbit-ears that was nearly similar to the young 'rabbits' of this plain, but with much more details and pulsating lights on the yellow veins between the dark gray and inner white frame.
She could be the aforementioned Queen, the mother, the guardian figure of these rabbit children that they were babbling about.
Right after she took her second step, the rabbits hurriedly adjusted themselves. After the chaotic rumbling of steps settled, all of them had already been standing straight in a formation akin to a soldier when their drill instructor arrived.
A soft whispery voice came out from the women's lips, yet it was powerful and charismatic enough to be heard by all of the rabbits and Nagan on the far back.
"Savage, may the Earth's weather be, but it appears that such foreboding nuisance has been greatly distilled with the news of our Patriarch fully rejuvenated from his rest~! This however, won't interrupt the listing of attendance. So excuse me for such, my husband~"
Nagan's eyes were wide open in shock? Disbelief? Bamboozled, perhaps?
"... Husband?"
A slight furrow on her eyebrows could be seen, before she raised her tone high enough to freshly awaken all of the sleepy rabbits, "Thumper, Hopscotch, Droste, Clover!"
The first four young Usalians raised their hands, with the last one trying her best to seek the Queen's attention by waving her arm.
"Yes, Clover, you may speak your inquiry."
"I'm hungry."
The Queen giggled, answering Clover's statement with her soft voice, "As of now, our main connected world is in no state to be ventured, but the Patriarch is here, so we will quickly deal with this issue. Other than that, the grass is abundant, lest you take patience as your virtue~" The Queen finished with a smile, before continuing to shout and take attendance, "Reece, Mako, Pippin, Willow, Karasaki!"
Everyone mentioned in such an amount of time raised their hand, except for Karasaki.
"Where is Karasaki?"
"Down the hill."
"Up the hill."
"She is here just now."
"I saw Karasaki going there!"
"Don't besmirch the Queen's name by lying in front of her!"
"Oh, you want another piece of me??"
Before it could escalate any further, a lone Usalian arrived, carrying a shovel that once was lying somewhere near the construction site.
"Weapon, I have obtained! Continuing the duel, we shall!" Karasaki raised the dignified shovel with both hands. "Hopscotch, you rascal, face me in this bloodthirsty duel! It's now or forever!"
"The Queen is here," whispered the rabbit closest to Karasaki.
"Oh."
She then joined the formation as if nothing happened, throwing away the shovel to the side as if nothing happened.
"Juani, Jingo, Denebola Blue, Marshmallow, Fernleaf, Bluebell!"
The Usalian named Bluebell didn't raise her hand. She was, however, standing within the formation, with a very absentminded expression with no brain activity visible whatsoever.
The rabbit behind nudged her out of her trance, and so the attendance continued after Bluebell raised her hand.
"Immortal Dragon Overlord!" the Queen shouted casually.
The supposed Usalian raised her hand with a displeased face. She had something to say from her mind. "My esteemed Queen. Of course, my utmost devotion to you, but, my rightfully proposed epithet is none other than the Magnanimous, Excellent, Glorious and Auspicious Supreme Venerated Immortal Executive Dragon Overlord!"
"Too long, I have officially shortened it to Immortal Dragon Overlord."
"... If that is what please you, my Queen," Immortal Dragon Overlord said with a heartbroken tone.
"Snowflake, Hoppington, Vainya!" The Queen continued, until finally, the last Usalian on her mental list. "Charles Hammington The First!"
"Will always be there for you, my Queen!" The Usalian saluted.
"And, finally, my one and only husband." The Queen relaxed her pose with one hand on her hip, snickering with a half-lidded gaze. "Nagan Ingram, welcome to my private realm. In this case, an isolated world for our soon-to-be valorous and magnificent kingdom~! Pray tell us, voice out your current state of mind! I can see that you have quite a lot of questions, just by looking at your face."
The Usalians split their formation, giving Nagan a clearer view on his supposed wife?
He stood straight, quite nervously, in front of what one could be expressed as, his number one crush right now—removing the fact that all implication had led to the both of them being an official couple at this point.
"... I have many questions, but it seems like all of them have already been answered by just being here, ahaha."
"Oh, really?"
With a wry smile, Nagan then pointed at the two rows of Usalians in front of him, her perturbed gaze still latching on the Queen. "May I get their, to an extent, your history too? Oh, your majesty, Owen Drumach Langitser, the 99th Princess of the Usalian race?"
"Pfft." Owen giggled uncontrollably, trying her best to contain her amusement. "So your conscience is still fully intact back then." She wiped her tears of laughter with her gloved index finger. "Well, since I can see that there is no ongoing problem on your part, I might as well start the introduction to your role as the Patriarch of our Kingdom."
A whirring sound of space emitted by the gesture of Owen's finger until she flicked them towards Nagan, sending an instantaneous trail of darkness akin the the texture of her portal-like apparition. As soon it struck Nagan, a set of clothing with a similar thematic of white with black and gold lining spontaneously being worn by him, as if he had that since the beginning. Along the white nobility shirt and black long pants, was a black capelet that fit his upper stature nicely.
"Magic… Amazing." Nagan muttered in impressed awe.
