The dragon's harem

Chapter 1453: Wasps and Order

“What are you thinking about?” Mathilde asked as she noticed the waves of magic rushing around Plum.

Plum sighed and slowly turned around with a calm face, unlike her usual cheerful and joking self. “What we’ll find up there.” She pointed at the clouds. “Even now, I still don’t know how to feel about it.”

“Neither Yggdrasil nor Sylph would harm Arad, you, or anyone close to him. They know better.” Mathilde shifted, “And if they tried, I’ll be here by your side.”

Plum chuckled, her voice slowly changing, her eyes flashing with green flames, and her teeth shifting to resemble shark fangs. “You’ll betray your goddess just like that. Doesn’t sound right to me.”

Most people saw fairies and spirits as creatures akin to bees, with hives of mostly female workers that serve one powerful queen, which was mostly right. It was right to the point that it was true that they’ll jump into death to protect the hive without a second thought, but one thing everyone misinterpreted about them was that fairies and spirits were more akin to killer wasps than bees, vicious, bloody, and outright psychotic when they needed to.

Fairies and spirits, even pixies, their weakest kind, are the kind of creatures that burrow into a man’s body in hordes to rip his organs out for fun. They attack in swarms of thousands, if not tens of thousands, at once and rip their enemies bit by bit.

What Arad and his family never saw was a spirit hive fighting; all they saw was the queens, Zephyr, Nar, Undine, Salamander, Plum, and the others. But Mathilde had seen the horrors; she had seen entire human cities eaten alive by the fairies and turned into a red mist of blood, she had seen demi-gods ripped cell by cell while they cried as the endless waves of blood-thirsty spirits tore them from every direction.

And right now, before her eyes, Plum stood, hundreds of thousands of spirits, fairies, and pixies all living inside her body, ready to jump out at any moment.

Like Yggdrasil, she was a massive tree that spread its roots through many worlds, and now, her main body is locked in the rift between Yog’s world and the mortal world.

The wood fairies had started to live in that massive tree, in Plum’s true body, inside that rift, and built their whole kingdom there. If Plum dies or is harmed, their kingdom would suffer, so they live with their queen, or die with her.

From everyone that Arad brought with him on this trip, Plum was one of the most dangerous, a walking wasp nest on the verge of a crashout.

Some angels might’ve been convinced to think that no matter what, a spirit queen and her hive can’t be a threat to heaven, let alone heaven controlled by Sylph and Yggdrasil. Besides Amaterasu’s heaven and a few more, that was one of the safest and most defended places in the whole universe.

But Mathilde wasn’t a random angel. She had lived far too long, fought many horrors, and suffered defeat at the hands of many beings. And Arad’s mom wasn’t the only one who managed to humiliate her so badly that she got nightmares from it.

On one fight, a few thousand years ago, Mathilde was fighting against the abominations in a desolate world, and in that world, the spirits had sided with the abominations. She thought to herself, just burn them all, what threat could they be?

She was somewhat right, the fairies were weak and couldn’t even tickle her skin. She crushed them just by flying through their swarm, and in seconds, she could kill hundreds of thousands of them. She was winning, until she wasn’t.

The fairies understood that they couldn’t wound her, so they started trying to climb into her mouth. Of course, that ended up with her biting them.

The upper hole didn’t work, so they went for the lower ones. Crawled inside her body from there, and ripped her from the inside out. When she regenerated, they immediately did it again, and again, and again. The fairies didn’t know how to permanently kill her, so they kept killing her like that over and over again for over three months until the battalion came and saved her.

Would Mathilde fight Plum if needed? No, she is legging it out the moment Plum turns hostile. She isn’t going through the same thing again.

“No, I’m not betraying Sylph or Yggdrasil. It’s just that we agreed that I won’t be fighting fairies, never, ever, again. Even if it meant turning against them, and those two know it.” Mathilde replied as naturally as she breathed, and Plum could sense that the angel didn’t want any trouble.

“I’m glad you understand, even we mortals have the right to defend ourselves against the meddling of the gods. We fairies might look like weak, crunchy locusts, but we’re a swarm, and they’re called a disaster for a reason.”

Mathilde looked around at all of the people Arad brought with him. He didn’t skimp and only brought monsters with him. Each and every one of them was a problem to deal with and could cause a massive disaster in the heavens, except maybe D and Dalla, but that didn’t mean they were dangerous.

Cerilla is Sylph’s warlock and had access to many of her deadly powers, making her a walking vessel for the goddess’s divine radiance. If she were to go all out, she could probably take a few weak angels down with her.

Jasmine was just as big of a monster as Cerilla, a swordswoman with deadly skills with both the blade and magic. If she were to start dancing and ripping, the Dark Elf goddess Elis is bound to help her, starting a divine war between Sylph and her, and that is probably the reason the Dark Elf goddess came to visit Sylph at this time.

Merida was a demon lord with enough power to hold her own against many angels, and that was without counting on Kali sending help her way. To make it clear, bringing a violent demon lord into the heart of a divine realm was a bad idea, a really bad one, to the point Arad and everyone should’ve been worried about whether Merida would be allowed up instead of Jasmine.

Grace, on the other hand, is a powerful shadow drakaina, with a dark elf humanoid form, making her fall under Elis’s support. And even without divine help, a drakaina was still a drakaina, you can’t ever ignore dragons, for they are the only creature to outdo spirits in their crashouts.

Then there is Arad himself, the overgod. She looked at him sleeping peacefully, leaning on Dalla’s thigh. Didn’t he pull an angel earlier to inspect her halo? How many things does he have stored inside his stomach?

Even though she asked the question, she already knew the answer. A lot of powerful beings are asleep there, including Kali herself, and Diana, Mathilde’s rival.

Can Arad destroy Sylph’s pantheon? He probably can with everyone’s help. But there is one problem, one that will come into effect before Arad’s authority touches the world.

Mathilde looked at the sky. The divine ones, the primal lights, the first angels that AO created after Lucifer. The divine order of the old world, the billions of archons prostrating themselves above the heavens, looking straight down at the world and awaiting the return of their god.

If Arad were to start a war against Sylph’s divine pantheon, they would move.

To put their power into perspective, AO had fallen a few tens of thousands of years ago, and the current overgod, Cain, took the mantle just around five thousand years ago.

So what happened in the in-between time? Did the abomination just sit and wait? No. Someone had kept defending the universe at that time, starving and devoid of divine magic.

Mathilde looked forward, thinking to herself.

^Yeah, I’m switching sides. I don’t feel like getting eaten alive again, or being torn apart by the divine order.^