Kire was still at the front lines, and apparently had chosen a direction in politics?
What the fuck? How did a 17 year old suddenly become a politician?
Kire has to explain how rare a human awakened is...
Then when he mentioned how everyone in the nobility probably wanted his dick, Bast shivered in disgust.
"Yeah it's a good thing I've no intention of revealing myself or allowing myself to be taken in by the kingdom. I'm not something to be married off."
We wisely avoided responding to that charged statement.
So Kire had decided that he would use the excuse of his required military years being unfinished to return to the war that was increasing in intensity at a scary rate, as that way he could gain power and influence by his actions and capabilities, making him less of a pawn in the future.
He mentioned many times a girl named Zanna who was helping him...
Bast teased him a little, but...
[Are you sure you can trust this Zanna? She's of the nobility too right? Is she trying to seduce you or something?]
Kire shrugged. "Her motivations are unclear, so I'm keeping all she says in mind with some doubts. I've thought through all my actions, I'm not going to blindly trust a pretty girl."
"So she's pretty?" Bast hung onto this statement, and Kire blushed.
"N-no! Well yes, she is very pretty but I didn't-I wasn't-"
He desperately looked towards me.
[Stop teasing him Bast.]
"Fine... you only escaped because the spirit is merciful."
'How many times can I say that I'm NOT A SPIRIT? OR A GOD? Honestly at this point I've actually accidentally went along with it a few times as they even tricked me into thinking that way.'
As for Bast, she was apparently journeying herself, kinda like me!
She was headed to the desert lands to find the Nesphirii to finally see what her mother's people are like.
None of us were sure what the kingdom knew in concerns to her, as all they'd have was whatever the villagers told them after the incident with the Knight's family.
For all we knew the villagers lied and the kingdom didn't even know Bast existed yet.
So we had a 17 year old soldier who was now promoted to a lieutenant of a squad of 14 others to make a squad of 15 soldiers total, making him the leader, while he served under a 2nd lieutenant who managed 4 other lieutenants while having their own squad.
Then a captain commanded the regiment of 300 soldiers.
Of course, this wasn't even considering stuff like a major or anything, this was a very loose outline. As Kire put it, the rank qualified you to hold that position and that much manpower, but that doesn't mean you'll have it.
If too many captains existed the army will be split further or a captain may be put in a position of a 2nd lieutenant.
On the other hand, we have an 19 year old looking for a nomadic desert tribe.
And finally we had a overpowered dragon hatchling slowly making his way across the continent, which is a MUCH farther journey when you realize you have to go around all those two-leg cities and avoid literally everything.
...we are a weird... family?
None of us have anymore relatives in this world.
All of us are orphans actually. Huh. That's an odd development.
Finally I got to a point I'd been waiting on.
"So, have you guys finally decided what to call me? Cause I asked you both what you thought a good name was weeks ago now."
They shared a glance. "Should we really get to name a spirit?" Bast asked.
I shrugged. "Well if I really WERE a god or spirit, wouldn't I exist because of my followers who gave me a meaning? Doesn't it only make sense those followers would name me?"
Now I don't buy the whole me being a god thing clearly.
But, when Bast nicknamed me "hope", I felt a strange feeling as if it almost fit but not quite.
So I think I might actually be named by these lot.
As to why I can't just use my old human name... I don't remember it.
Seriously. I can remember my whole life but everything with my name on it has been erased. It's like the fake-goddess... or real goddess by this world's standard of what a god is I guess.
Anyways it's like she purposely left me nameless for some reason.
Kire shrugged. "I looked into the libraries for draconic names and words in dragon tongue, but... I just dunno what fits."
Bast shrugged. "I can think of a few words, but I feel uncertain about just labeling you directly."
...
Fuck it.
[Just call me dragon.]
"Sorry?"
[Just. Call. Me. Dragon. It's better than god or spirit at least by a little bit I think... how exactly am I supposed to get one of these "naeme's", much less find something to be called?]
Why is this so freaking complicated? I've been in this world for 3 months but still can't figure out what to call myself, and the only reason I don't say "fuck it, my names Jeff" is because it's a stupid name, but also I get the dreadful sense that taking this lightly would somehow FUCK ME.
So... that's a joy.
Kire frowned as a thought occurred to him. "So both of you could be said to be seeking out your people."
Bast's eyes brightened. "Hey that's true!"
Kire shook his head. "Have neithe rof you thought about the possibility of being rejected by that group?"
...
'Huh?'
Bast frowned slightly as her enthusiasm hit a bit of anxiety.
"I still wish to try at least. Even if the Nesphirii don't see me as one of their own, I still wish to see the people my mother spoke so proudly of. Plus it's not like they'd kill me for being a mixed breed."
Meanwhile here I am...
Sweating bullets!
Dragons in fantasy are undoubtedly prideful and dominant!
In eastern culture they are emperor beasts with no equal beneath the heavens!
To western culture, they are titans of unimaginable size and power capable of smiting all in a hellblaze of pure joy destructive power.
So eastern focuses upon the mystic strength, while western is simply practical strength to the length of destroying castles.
Undoubtedly so far in this world Dragon's are similarly the most terrifying form of existence along with other "mythics", since while any race born with an element could be a mythic, only those of a certain renown and power gained this title to their race!
So if I'm basically a mutated dragon... would they see me as a disgrace to a pure dragon bloodline?
I guess it all comes down to this:
Are dragons racist? Cause if they are... I will die the second I go there.
If not my current plan is fine.
Still though... I'm feeling like I might need to re-evaluate my next course of action.