Rotting Land (Part 1)

"And you dare say I'm the perverted lizard." Lith chuckled, noticing that alongside the regular uniform, there was another with a mini skirt instead of pants and whose buttonless blouse had a deep neckline. "Where did you even get those?"

"Zinya gave me a couple of her spare student outfits. Do I need to say more?" She pouted at the prolonged pause in their effusions.

"Gods no." Lith shook his head while shuddering to shrug off any thought about what Vastor might do in his bedroom. "Where were we?"

"You had just refused to forgive me for my defiance and-"

"I remember now." Lith grabbed her by the waist and picked up from he left off a few seconds ago.

***

Jiera continent, at the same time.

Thanks to the Gala broadcasted throughout the Kingdom to celebrate the victory of the Royals, the fires of the War of the Griffons were now dying out in Garlen. All the Royals had left to do was deal with the embers of Thrud's rebellion.