2 Next Day

*Knock Knock*

"Grr, sleeping," Atilla murmured as he pushed his head more in-depth in the pillow.

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

Atilla's eyes opened with rage. "WHAT IS IT!" he yelled and looked around. He saw on the window that the sun almost in midair.

"Oh, damn," he chuckled. "I guess it's my bad," he yawned and rose. His upper body was naked as he used to sleep like that. His crimson eyes were drowning in sleepness.

Yet, he did not have time to idle. Slowly, he stood up and went towards the knocking door. Slowly opened it and saw a maid.

"Atilla-sama, Queen asked your attendance," the maid said sternly. She clearly heard his yelling.

"My bad," Atilla yawned. "I'll be escorting you in a minute," he said and closed the door to dress, clearly did not care about his behavior just now.

Minutes later, he opened the door and faced the maid.

"Atilla-sama," the maid said in a polite tone. Her behavior just before vanished. "Please, follow me. We are already late enough," she said plainly as she began walking, without giving Atilla any chance to speak.

The walk took longer than Atilla expected. The castle was huge, and the throne room was not close to his place at all.

Yet, it was worth it. Atilla liked the scenery of Dragnof. The whole kingdom was in peace with dragons as both humans and dragons were playing, living with each other.

But, between happy and peacefull aura that Dragnof people gave, darkness was lurking slowly within the city walls.

"What a view," Atilla murmured before he entered the throne room. "Dragons and humans live in harmony, and also people abuse their power to gain things forcefully," he then sighed. "What a great mix."

He entered the throne room as the maid left him alone with irritated Queen. In the room, he saw Irene was waiting for him.

"You came at last, Atilla," Irene said dully. "I was expecting you much sooner," her eyes narrowed little with displeasure.

"Sorry, the force of habit. I don't usually wake early," Atilla said with a grin. "So, what's up?" He then added thoughtfully.

"Politics," Irene sighed in irritation. "Freeing the man who destroyed 'The Hands of Darkness' was a bit more laborious than I have expected," she said and eyed Atilla's body.

"You are still wearing the same dress," she stated. "And it won't apply for a war meeting at all," she added with a grin.

Atilla with a shirt and pant looked at Irene amusingly. "Really? I thought, these were formal clothes," he grinned.

"Oh, we need to shape you up quite a while, are we not?" Irene chuckled. "Either way," she went towards the door and looked at Atilla. "We have a little time for you to dress. You are lucky that I already anticipated this circumstance," she said proudly.

"Now, come on. We cannot waste our time any longer," with those words, Irene left the room, wanting to Atilla follow her.

"Let's see where it goes," Atilla chuckled as he followed his temporary Queen.

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The meeting was shit. Countless tantrums and speaking nonsenses were all around the place.

It was already an hour, and Irene was looking at her eight general with pity. They were spouting nonsense, completely irrelevant things from the war.

Atilla sighed and looked at the eight idiots. Money, influence, and backers were enough for someone to become anything in dragnof.

Well, until Irene came to reign. She was slowly clearing the corruption. If she agreed with marrying, the things would be more simple for her, but she couldn't trust the enemy.

Rung, the enemy general who was the day's topic, was greedy and ignorant. He believed his decisions always right, and that made him more dangerous.

...Since, he had the whole country in his hand.

'An enemy general who had influence much more than his king wants to fuc- *cough* marry Irene,' Atilla thought and looked at Irene's body. 'Yeah, I can understand that,' he chuckled.

'And a Queen who do not agree with him,' Atilla than added and looked at Irene again. "Not that I can disagree with her," he then looked at middle-aged general named Rung.

He began to think. 'In the economic view, we have an advantage, but they have more army," Atilla thought and looked at the map in front of him.

The war meeting was around a round table with ten people, including Atilla and Irene. On the round table a detailed map of Isgar.

The Dragnof's dragons were stronger than Rung's, but dragons cannot attend a war.

There were still a lot of kingdoms who hates dragons, yet in Isgar, dragons and humans were living in harmony.

While the kingdom's still fighting, dragons do not meddle with human wars. A sole powerhouse forbade it. The mightiest dragon so far, The Storm Dragon King Tayfun.

Why he did that? Because dragons cannot fight alongside humans. Their own power too much more than any human capable of, so it will be a war between dragons, not humans.

But that was not the reason dragons acceptance of Tayfun's demand; the dragon's feared him, a lot, so they accepted Tayfun's terms. As long as the war was about humans, dragons cannot intervene with it.

A pity that the mighty storm dragon has gotten old, and his crown taken by his son Fırtına. Yet, he was still alive and kicking. He just retired, if there was something like that in the dragon's tradition.

'Now, if there will be a war, they attack and we defense,' he looked around to see which castle had the best defensive position.

"Dragonclaw," Atilla said aloud unintentionally.

"What?" the other eight looked at him. "You are standing obvious, boy. We know it's the best defensive post," one of them spoke aloud.

"Oh, well done, you genius," Atilla deadpanned, irritated to his little mistake. "I know it will be the first location we will fight with them, but I don't say, we will 'fight' with them," Atilla then added with a dark smirk.

If he did make a mistake, he had to turn it to an accomplishment.

Others gave him a suspicious look while Irene looked interested.

"What do you have in your mind, Atilla," she said steadily. Her red eyes were already expecting a brilliant strategy from him. 'He has the vibe, I can feel it,' she smirked inside her head.

"Let's say, I have a little overpowered explosion magic, but it needs to set up carefully," Atilla said darkly.

While other generals about to say something, Irene intervened. "How big?" she asked thoughtfully. "And how much time?"

"It can obliterate the whole 50km along with Dragonclaw in one go," Atilla said proudly. "But, I need to set that up to around an hour," then he added.

He looked at Irene's red eyes amusingly. "After that, we have 30 minutes to ran from there."

Irene's eyes opened in shock, and then she regained her compose. 'Clearly, to think I lost my self there a little,' she smirked in her head.

"Irene-sama, please, you don't say that you accept to destroying Dragonclaw," one of the generals spoke aloud.

The others soon agree with him. "Yes, Irene-sama. We can't lose that castle!"

"It's an important post!"

Irene's eyes narrowed as she began released her pressure. "Shut up!" she yelled.

The generals shut their mouths. The pressure fell on their shoulders like a solid mountain.

They started sweating as kneeled because of the pressure. Clearly, Queen of Dragnof did not like them at all.

"You fools do truly think that I do not know how you became generals?" she asked coldly. "We are here for an hour, and you did not even speak any strategy at all!"

She grabbed the table. The table began to crack by her magic power.

"I genuinely expected at least you guys had a little usefulness," she said darkly. "But, I guess it was a delusion on my part," she sighed and released her pressure.

"Everyone except Atilla can dismiss," she ordered sternly.

"But, my Que-" one of them about to object, but Irene cut him with cold fury. "I. SAID. DISMISS."

They gave Atilla one last dark look as Atilla smiled sweetly to their antics. "What?" he asked innocently. Then, they left the room, leaving Irene and Atilla alone.

Irene sighed. "I know this kingdom corrupted to the core, but to think even my generals are such incapable fools..." she sighed and took a deep breath.

After a minute later, she cooled herself and looked at her crimson eyed follower. "So, let's say, I'll grant it," she said thoughtfully. "How can we fool the enemy army?"

Atilla looked at him with a smirk. "How can I manage? Surely, you do think too lowly of me," he pouted a little, then smirked back. "So, let's see. If you figure it out, I may join you permanently," Atilla said and crossed his arms.

"Are you always give your loyalty easily?" Irene questioned in disbelieve.

"Not really, no," Atilla said. "I'm not fond of being someone's servant," he added darkly. "But, I dunno. You have a different air around you, so I might consider it," then he smiled to her. "So, I gave you a chance. Clearly, based on this kingdom's situation, you won't dismiss the idea, no?"

Irene snorted. "That's not the way hot to talk, your Queen," she smirked.

"You are not my Queen... yet," Atilla smirked back. "If you win, you have me, else I help you in this war and go," Atilla said.

"So be it," Irene said and began thinking.

"I'll certainly do not send my man to Dragonclaw. Even we can add the preparation time, one and a half hour is not enough to retreat my army," she thought aloud.

"So, you might create some humanoid objects, beings, clones, or whatever it is and change their appearance for specific indexes or shapes," she said and sighed. "Or we can prepare some dummies, but it won't work since they can see from their binoculars..." she added and speak again with hope. "So, I think the first situation is more likely close."

Atilla was a bit startled. "To be honest, I did not know that your imagination is quite wild," he laughed. "Really? Clones? Humanoid objects, beings? Hahaha!" He started to laugh.

Irene's cheek flushed. "You asked for it!" she hissed in embarrassment.

"Well, you are right, tho," Atilla then said between his laughs. "Oh, damn." he started to exhale deeply.

"What?" This time Irene startled. "You can create clones?" she asked with hope.

"Water clones," Atilla said sheepishly. "And I can henge them to someone or something. Even a little rock~," he added.

"That is... a useful ability, indeed," Irene said. "How will you leave the area then?" she then asked in concern.

"You are not interested in my clones?" Atilla asked with a smirk. "You know, they are pretty useful, a pity I do not know shadow clones, tho," he said the last part with a cracked smile.

'I was too close to achieving it. Damn you, system!'

"I do not know what a shadow clone capable of is, but your safety comes first," Irene said sternly.

"Oh, why is that?" Atilla asked in interest.

"As you can see, this land corrupted to the core and I need trustworthy people in my side," Irene said. Her beautiful face was full of determination. "And since I won the bet, YOU. ARE. MINE.," she stressed the last part.

"Should I afraid?" Atilla asked sarcastically. "You said like you want me as your husband~," Atilla chirped.

"Heh," Irene smirked schemingly. "I'm not interested in old mans~," she teased.

"Oh, me neither~," Atilla said. "It seems we have a lot of things in common," he teased.

"It seems," Irene said. "But, let's stop flirting for now, shall we?" she said, and aura around her changed. "We need to prepare," she said gravely.

"Okay," Atilla agreed. "But, I'm just a year older than you, why I'm an old man?"

Irene sighed. "Are you older?" she asked.

"Well, yeah," Atilla said with a matter-of-fact tone.

"Are you a..." she eyed his between his pants. "Man?" she asked with a smirk.

"Yes..." Atilla deadpanned.

"You just agreed with my statement then," she rolled his eyes. " Now, come on, we need to shape the plan," Irene said.

"I will not risk your and my men's death," she said sternly. "So, give me a good explanation for why I should accept your plan," she then added as she crossed her arms on her chest, bounced her massive mountains.

Atilla chuckled. "Okay," he said with a smile. "It's simple, really," then his behavior changed to be serious.

The new era between Atilla and his new Queen Irene has just began~