The Grand Catastrophe

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“I’m his mother!” the skinniest one in the back said.

“No, I’m his mother!” the burliest looking one said in the front.

“No, I am!” said the one off to the side, a healthy looking mix of the two.

Momonga sighed as she looked over to all of them. This was what she feared. One of them was surely his mother. She had promised not to kill His mother on the way there. Yet, she still had to grant one mercy, and not kill them. Though, a living dragon was just as valuable as a dead one. The corpse of one would be rather useful.

She sighed in her mind again after a beat or two, and turned to Him. He looked like he was sweating bullets. He then turned to her, and spoke.

“Well, they’re all my mother,” he said simply.

She looked at him for a solid second. Was he really pulling this? Sure, it was fine. She was hoping for more corpses. Yet, it was still annoying that he was pulling this. Well, whatever, she could keep her promise.

“Let me guess: one birthed you, the second raised you, the third cared for you?” she asked, and he nodded, “of course. I’ll keep my promise. I’ll leave all the ones that surrender alive. I will be bringing them to my nation as I promised to get you guys to leave.”

Hejimal simply nodded at this. The rest of the next couple of hours passed relatively quickly. First, she managed to gather all the dragons, with only one resisting. He was slain rather quickly. After a little bit of finagling, she managed to get them all to leave and enter the tomb to be trained and such.

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Momonga was rather happy now that all had been dealt with. The dragons were put away. The halls were emptied of all clutter, she didn’t steal much she just tidied it all up. Now, after what was likely an hour or two of just sorting and moving all about the place, she was finally at the end of a long hallway, to what lead to the treasury of the place.

Gondo had been with her all the time. He had gushed over the different rune-crafted gear that they had yoinked along with her. He had also led her all the way to the treasury.

Now, as she looked at the rather massive doors, she couldn’t help but smile at the lock. It was a potent thing, and she was fairly certain that she could get rid of it. Though, just breaking it would be rude, of course. The dwarves needed this place, after all.

“How are we gonna get in?” Gondo asked her as she looked through her inventory.

“I think I have the solution,” she said, and pulled a lock-picking item out of her inventory.

It was a rectangular thing, with 9 gems on the top side, with a strange punching mechanical end on the one end. Each gem was a different color, and with each use one gem would dim and break. It was a simple enough tool to use. Though she only had 86 of them, she didn’t want to waste them.

She pointed the end at the lock, and activated it. There was a click from the doors. She smirked.

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When Shalltear had gotten back to the palace where her goddess was waiting, she found her looking over an entire treasury’s worth of gold and items. Of course, against the tomb’s treasures it was nothing. Then again, she very much doubted that anything could compare to her home, and the home of her gods.

Shalltear shipped up to her lady with a pep in her step after a good job done. They had, Aura and herself, killed all the Quagoa that didn’t want to be a part of the kingdom, for whatever reason. They had left the rest alive, along with their weird leader.

Not that they truly mattered. What mattered now was what Lady Momonga wanted of her. Aura herself was now just standing by her side, reading something that she had apparently been given by her brother. The two of them were definitely close.

After a beat of two of nothing really happening, Shalltear spoke. Her smile was still dainty yet full. Momonga turned to look at her with a gentle upturn of the lips.

“My lady, we did as you bid,” she told her, and her master nodded.

“Great, now that we’ve delta with the dragons and the runecraft, we can gather what we want, and leave. Nothing here is truly good. Some of it is rather rare though. If you see anything you like, just say so,” Momonga explained, and Shalltear nodded her head.

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“Did they forget I was here?” Zenburu asked himself as he stood off to the side of the room.

The large lizardman just kind of sat in the guest room. He had been left so that the armor he had been granted could be fitted. Though, from what he had been told, that itself would be pushed off to a later date as something had gone wrong.

The metal that Lady Momonga had given the dwarves was better than what they could ever have ever had used. From what he could tell, that meant that they couldn’t forge it, and instead had to use adamantite instead. He didn’t mind. Basic chain was basic chain, even if it was a super metal.

He sighed again as he leaned back in the beanbag thing. He had met with some of his old friends that he hadn’t seen in a while a little bit ago as well. They had been fine, nothing as grand as what he went through had happened to them. Other than that whole big move to this city. Their lives had been normal. He had to explain to them why he was there again though. That had actually been fun. His old friends had liked fighting just as much as he did.

“I wonder when they’ll get back?” he asked the air, and to his surprise it answered, as one could guess.

One second, he way laying back alone in the room. The next second, the goddess he prayed to and her companions were suddenly there. He blinked and rolled off the chair. There was a loud clunk as he hopped to his feet.

“What in the Eight Layers of Hell!?” he asked the world, and he could hear someone sigh, it kind of sounded like Lady Momonga.

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