Meet the Team pt. 3

"Thank you for your introduction Revian, now for our local dragon, would you also be so kind and do the same?" I asked the other dragonkin who lay beside him.

"As you wish, Your Highness."

She answers with a feminine deep voice, not as heavy as Revian's but enough to make the floor tremble.

The male dragon then back to lowering his head while the female one raises it, doing the same thing as before, putting both of her hands holding her chin.

"Like Sir Revian before me, my father bestows me with a name, they called me Althea Draconus, an Earth tribe healer under the title of Ksatria Moloch, to be serving the prince alongside our chief's eldest son, nothing more could I asked for."

The girl had the same characteristics as Revian, seeing they came from the same clan. Although she looked rather cute than mighty since Sarma's blood flowed inside of her body.

Even though Sarma is known as a universal breeder, somehow their child who're born on the Island of Kaput carried some of their genes and ability.

I took the initiative and showed the front page of her bio for the team to see.

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Name: Althea Draconus

Combat Class: Ksatria Moloch

Elemental Progression: Manshira (7th Level)

Apprentice Rank: Sand

Weapon: Dragon Boomerang

Sex: Female

Race: Earth Shaper

Tribe: Ambawak(Earth)

Sub-tribe: Palinduang

Age: 18

Birth Place: Kendang

Attribute:

[Strength: 532]

[Agility: 306]

[Intelligence: 251]

[Perception: 443]

[*Vitality: 1188]

[Max Stamina: 550]

[Max Mana: 216]

[Max Speed: 61]

*Scaled based on Scientist size.

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"Hmm… you said you're a healer, does that mean your mother is a Sarma?"

I won't blame that Survya lady for asking, since most who can heal the wounded carry the Sap of Life, which came from the Tree of Life Itself, the entity which brought the Sarma to this world through its fruits.

"My mother? You have already seen her, ashen one." The she-dragon replied.

"I have?" She looks so confused as this is the first time she has ever met the dragon girl.

"The wound that you have from being burned was healed by her," I added.

"My wound?" The lady then looked at the front of this class, where our supervisor seems busy preparing for the lecture.

"What!? Nononononono! You guys must be jesting, there's no way!" She emitted a look of pure shock on her face.

"Sometimes there are questions that should be left unanswered."

Yea… When I first met Althea, I was also very surprised to know that she was born from the womb of a fourth-generation Sarma, who carried a really small physics compared to those of the same age.

I mean… look at the size of her! Althea is for meters tall! Only 1 meter below Revian. How in Sun's name can someone like Mrs. Senaria who is only 1 and a half meters in height able to give birth to her!?

To make it even worse, 18 years ago she must be a lot smaller than what she appears to be right now!

Well, she's a Sarma after all. Not to mention I don't know the size of Draconus babies when they're born, or how humanoid flora give birth, the topic never once piques my interest… but now?

"Rather than questioning the unanswerable, how about you introduce yourself to us 'ashen one'." A suggestion, given by yours truly.

"Oh, my turn already?" As the she-dragon back to lay her body down, the Survya lady stood up to present herself.

"Our first encounter was something to remember, but as the saying goes 'you can't love something unless knowing it first', so… here I am carrying the title of Sur Laavak (Support), a magician of darkness under the name of Chiya Shinigami, it's a pleasure to be meeting all of you~" Said the lady in a playful manner.

Now that I've seen her introduction, I realize she has an exotic look on her face, with night-black hair and a pair of dazzling dark violet eyes, she resembles the same kin as the God of Death.

"Oh! Here's my bio, look it up~"

With a flirtatious smile on her face, she then proceeds to show us her front page.

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Name: Chiya Shinigami

Combat Class: Sur Laavak (Support)

Elemental Progression: Manshira (7th Level)

Apprentice Rank: Sand

Weapon: Spiked Whip

Sex: Female

Race: Sky Scientist

Tribe: Survya (Darkness)

Age: 21

Birth Place: Gahanadalu

Attribute:

[Strength: 181]

[Agility: 201]

[Intelligence: 812]

[Perception: 161]

[*Vitality: 2136]

[Max Stamina: 196]

[Max Mana: 1234]

[Max Speed: 16]

[Flight: 40]

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"What!?"

"Forsaken Cinder!"

"Bless the Cold Wind look at the size of that thing!"

I think I found the answer on why she didn't burn to a crisp when I set her ablaze.

"How come your vitality has a higher value than two of these Dragons!?" Asked Hada, he's astounded beyond belief, yet also very curious.

"Remember when His Highness mock me as a masochist? Well… that's the expertise of Supportive Sur Laavak, we practice the Art of Masochism as a way of battle magic." She explained. While being insanely happy with all of our reactions. She blushed cursedly like a fucking child.

"Fascinating…"

This is the first time Hada ever learned about the battle magic of the Sky Scientist. He's a nerd after all, like a true Kaukseya he is.

"We can find out more about that later, now… for our last member." Chiya took my hint and sits back to her seat.

"Un-understood." The last girl then shyly stood up, she had a very timid expression on her face with her light purplish eyes not able to look at us directly.

"Hello… my name is Hazana, Hazana Yildirim, I- I am a Harpactes (Support), lightning mage of the Lightning tribe— sorry… I wasn't supposed to be here." The girl almost cried when she spoke.

She's a Guntak (Lightning tribe). Her hair is the same colored purple as her eyes, and her skin is glowing white as if they're silicons covered in oil. She wore a very detailed robe, with a small bag slung over her shoulder, all shaded in white and purple. A tiny lightning bear mascot hung on it as a keychain.

"Wasn't supposed to be here? What do you mean?" I asked, pretty confused about what she's saying.

Everything here is administered by the God of Death himself, so a chance of mistake should be close to zero. There's no way for a student to be sent into the wrong class.

"I have an elder brother named Hazan, he— he's a lot smarter and a better mage than I am! F—for me to be on Class 1 instead of him…" She spluttered with her sight can't handle seeing any of our faces.

Ah… I see, inferiority complex, that's a rare sight.

"Honey, relax, there's no mistake here, you're in the right class." Said Chiya, trying to calm the girl down.

"Hmm… now that I've seen closely, all the Sky Scientists in this class… three of you are all female, are the male Sky Scientist just inferior to their counterpart?"

I asked Chiya after looking at the last Sky Scientist in this class which is a Hyakra (Light tribe) who resides on the other team.

"Inferior? Not a chance Your Highness! The male is clearly the superior Scientist, even almost every single one of our creations is invented by them!" I don't know why, but Chiya seems to be highly offended hearing what I just said.

"Are you just saying this based on your masochistic mind? Don't tell me you even worship males for breakfast…"

That's a bad thing to say I know, it just comes straight out of my mouth. I'm not used to having someone on the lower hierarchy getting mad at me.

"If what you mean by 'male' is His Holiness Verslinder Gloria then yes, I do worship him three times a day." She's quite mad, with both her hands pillaring on her waist.

Ah, I forgot that Survya worships the God of Death.

*sigh…* "Sorry for being rude, but can you then explain why there's no male scientist here?" I asked again, trying to straighten up this conversation.

"No worry Your Highness, you can be as harsh as you want with me~" She bites her lips, smiling coquettishly.

"As for your question…"