Angel Monarch

Sera continued sleeping throughout the day and night. The guards standing outside her room kept checking upon her. However, she only awoke when morning eventually arrived.

She yawned and stretched, while wiping the sleep away from her eyes. Still sleepy and tired, she glanced around the room she found herself in.

Everything seemed made of wood. The ceiling, walls, floorboards, bedframe, closet, chair and table. The only non-wood items were the curtains hanging before the room's sole window and the bedcovers wrapped around Sera. They were both made from monster fur.

Slowly, Sera climbed out of the bed and placed her naked feet on the ground. Suddenly, her eyes widened as she glanced down at herself…

"Where are my clothes?" She whispered, while continuing to investigate.

With shaky legs, she stopped up and stretched out her spine while sighing with satisfaction. The floorboards creaked under her feet as she stepped forward to the closet.

She reached out and opened the closet, revealing more furs inside. Luckily, these resembled clothing items.

Sera took out a sleeveless leather tunic, a short skirt, and some undergarments. There was also some leather shoe, but Sera left it in the closet, since she didn't need it.

Quickly, she inspected each clothing item, and determined something very important!

"Just amazing, none of these are my size!… Anyway, it's not like I can waltz around naked. I need to make a good impression!

Her clouded, exhausted mind could recall little from yesterday. She remembered the argument between the couple, but nothing else.

However, even from their conversation, she easily determined how little these people trusted outsiders. They even acted like Sera was the first person they met from outside their village!

This brought up interesting questions in Sera's mind. But just as she examined these thoughts, the door's room gradually opened on silent hinges.

Sera glanced around, still naked, and spotted a young girl in the doorway, holding a tray of food. The teenage girl blushed heavily upon seeing the divine woman.

She dropped the tray from surprise, but before it could've landed, Sera stepped forward and caught it midair. From the girl's perspective, she basically teleported, since her movements were so fast.

The young girl took quick breaths as the awe on her face turned into terror…

"G-guards… Guards! She is awake!" Shouted the girl, as she ran out the door.

The Angel behind her just raised a confused eyebrow. She grabbed the fur bedcover and hid her body with it.

With the tray still in her hand, she sat down at the table and began eating, while listening to the panicked footsteps running to her room.

The guards burst in, while Sera stared at the tray of food with a tiny frown…

"Really? These are the proportions you give to an esteemed guest? This isn't even one kilogram of meat! You want me to starve?!"

About five guards stood inside the room, with a few more outside. Each heard Sera's words, and not a single one knew how to react. They just held their makeshift spears in trembling hands.

"T-that's one portion for an adult… We didn't know your kind eats much more…" Said the guard standing closest to Sera.

She raised an eyebrow at his words, then glanced at her tray again and sighed…

"Yeah, I guess you couldn't have known… Anyway, is there some authority figure I can talk to? Preferably someone who doesn't shit themselves from fear!"

When Sera raised her voice, multiple guards dropped their spears outside, while the people in her room froze in fear.

"Hey, everyone! Get out of my clinic! I swear, I'll woop every single one of you! This isn't how we treat guests!"

Sera perked up at the distinct, feminine voice coming from outside. It was the exact same from yesterday!

The guards, heeding to the woman's words, quickly left the room, and let the woman walk… No, she rolled inside…

The Angel's golden-green eyes widened as she saw a woman in her thirties enter the room using a wooden wheelchair. She wore a similar leather clothing as the one Sera took out from the closet.

Her brown clothing matched her red skin tone. Her braided dark brown hair fell along her shoulders and chest, nearly reaching her lap.

The woman's slanted, greenish-hazel eyes stayed firmly on Sera, her lips stretching into a small, apologetic smile.

"Sorry for the rough welcome. As you probably already know, we don't usually have guests in the Village… Actually, you two are the first ones!"

She sounded excited, but deep down, Sera noticed the suspicion behind her jovial attitude. While she wasn't hostile or fearful, this woman seemed extremely curious.

However, Sera was extremely well-versed in negotiations and convincing people. She used her years of knowledge as a leader, and… She stood up from the table naked, and began dressing herself in front of the woman…

With a loud yelp of surprise, the woman quickly, using her wheelchair, turned away from the Angel. All her curiosity and suspicion dissipated as a heavy blush settled on her face.

"You could've warned me! I'll let you dress yourself in privacy!"

She began rolling towards the door, when the Angel's voice reached her ears…

"Actually, I could use your help. How do you wear these clothes? I don't understand!"

While covering her eyes, the woman glanced over her shoulder and through her fingers she saw Sera falling over, while trying to pull on the strange skirt and undergarment.

The woman couldn't help but giggle while glancing at the strange, angelic person. Someone who killed thousands of monsters in a few hours, yet struggles with simple clothing!

"Fine, I'll help you, but let's introduce ourselves first. I'm Amayeta, the Village's Lead Doctor, and one of its council members!"

She bowed her head forward as a humble display. Sera just grinned while climbing to her feet. She reached out much quicker than Amayeta could react, and she gently but firmly shook the wheelchair woman's hand.

"Nice to meet you, Doctor Amayeta! My name is Seraphine, the Last Angel, but you can call me Sera. My friend's name is Faith. By the way, how's she doing?"

Amayeta stopped laughing as a serious expression took hold of her face. Like the snap of a finger, her jovial attitude disappeared, and strict professionalism took its place.

"Me and my surgeons saved her life. She had a few serious injuries throughout her stomach and chest, but we sewed all the damage back together. We also made splints for the broken bones. However, she still hasn't woken up!"

Sera looked away with a thoughtful expression. There was something extremely wrong here. Faith should've already recovered enough essence to heal herself, but it seems she can't.

Suddenly, she heard the floorboards creak as Amayeta's wheels slowly moved towards her. She took the skirt undergarments away from Sera and showed her how to wear it.

With a bit of struggle, she managed to put them on. It felt uncomfortable and restricted her movements, but that's only because it wasn't a good fit!

After the first obstacle came the real problem… The tunic…

As Amayeta lifted the leather vest, she and Sera simultaneously glanced at her pristine white wings. The one which broke yesterday already healed itself, but it still felt weak and wasn't ready for flight.

"Well, that's a problem. I can cut holes into the tunic, but judging by how tight the skirt is, I think making a new tunic is the better and easier solution!" Said Amayeta while rolling towards the exit.

"You just wait here and eat, while I commission a more fitting tunic!"

With that, Amayeta left the room, leaving Sera sitting bare-chested on the bed.

While waiting for the doctor, she quickly devoured the food on the tray, then laid down on her bed. She stared up at the ceiling, while gently stroking her rumbling belly.

Soon Amayeta returned, with not just a tunic, but a new, better fitting skirt. Sera quickly put them on, then declined the doctor's offer for shoes.

"I don't need them. I only wore my boots because I would've looked ridiculous without them. However, this prehistoric garb demands bare feet!… What happened to my clothes, by the way?"

The doctor raised a confused eyebrow while checking out how well the tunic fit Sera.

"Clothing? You mean that blood-soaked piece of garment that the monsters teared apart. I'm pretty sure someone tried washing it in the nearby river, and the fabric dissolved under their hand!"

The Angel burst into laughter, while Amayeta just smiled up at her…

"Anyway, now that you're clean and dressed, it's time we go! There will be a meeting held by the Village council. I would like you to introduce yourself and explain where you came from!"

Together they walked towards the doorway, but Sera stopped Amayeta before she could've opened it.

"Can we go see Faith beforehand? I would like to make sure she's alright and check on a few things… You see, she's a Transcended just like me, so she should've already healed from her injuries. Something's definitely wrong if she's still in a coma!"

Only silence followed her words as she glanced down at the woman in her wheelchair. Her greenish-hazel was full of questions and confusion as she glanced up at the Angel.

A small smile stretched across her face as she nodded towards Sera…

"Obviously, we planned on making a detour to check on your friend. And while on the way, you could perhaps tell me all about these Transcended… I'm very curious to learn more about everything!"