The rest of the day was cleaning up the mess that was made by the battle. The forces of Jaguar did try to surround the base with a few waves of troops, but Forenus and his men put a swift end to that.
All of the captured soldiers were placed within holding cells of buildings and given the status of prisoner of war. This included Jaguar, who was bound in chains to hang above the ground to prevent his regeneration.
Nasiah returned to his mother in the forge room, who was glad to see him. They both hugged and sat down together for rest, mostly to calm Myrym's nerves, as she was quite worried for her son's first full-scale battle.
She was glad to find that the disguise worked as well as it did, masking his whole identity without tearing easily.
Forcas reported back to her master, who found the aftermath quite favorable. Nasiah showed more and more promise day by day. If they continued like this, they would be able to rip through the war in no time.
The armor and weapons would take some time, especially since the sheer power of Nasiah would cause them to bend, but the disguise should do for now.
Everything went smoothly that day, and for that, they celebrated and drank merrily. A small party was held at night, hosted by Forenus.
He commanded the soldiers to prepare the food and drink consisting of meats, fish, cakes and wine that filled the tables many times over.
Myrym stayed close by to Nasiah for the entire party. She was glad when she finally saw her maids and butlers make an appearance at the party.
They've been traveling for the whole day in caravans since they were not fast enough on foot like the others.
Thanks to this, they were well rested and were happy to celebrate with Myrym and Nasiah in their own corner of the party by one of the buildings. They prepared it as they overheard that the Nasiah and Forcas managed to drive away the advancing forces.
Forenus allowed this. It seemed harmless enough; they just wanted to have some fun and cool off after all. Who would not after such a battle?
Forcas, however, wanted some more time with her new partner. She snuck into the building and tried to grab Nasiah, but the young boy noticed and waved to her.
"Hi, Ms! Did you want to join us?" He ran to her, offering some bread with meat.
Forcas took it and gave it a bite, finding it delicious. "Heh, no, I want you to join us. Come on, little man, I wanna see how much you can hold your liquor!"
She carried him up by the armpits, but before he could escape, Myrym stood in front of her, staring daggers at the she-wolf.
"Put him down now. He's too young to drink." Myrym continued to stare down the she-wolf, who grinned and snarled back.
"Hah, he could out-drink any man over there with what he's capable of." Forcas stepped forward, but Myrym stood still and crossed her arms.
"No, you are not taking my son over there. That's final."
Both ladies stare at each other for some time. Nasiah looked up, tilting his head in confusion.
Forcas leaned in on Myrym. "How about this, a little drinking contest. If I win, I'm getting the kid; if you win, you can keep him here."
Myrym tried to grab away Nasiah from Forcas. The she-wolf laughed in response, keeping the boy in her iron grip.
"Haha, no, can do~ and I don't think you want to bother my master right now; he's talking and making sure everyone is accommodated."
Myrym had to make the choice, and for her child, she would do anything. She just gave a tired sigh and tied her hair up.
Truth be told, Myrym enjoyed being ladylike. She loved the lavish lifestyle that came with nobility.
Although she was terrible at maintaining it, she studied very carefully how other noble women would act and copied them.
Otherwise, most people would call her brutish or unladylike. It struck her core enough that she would do anything she could to avoid the term.
But, if it were for Nasiah, she would grab that beer mug and chug it down without a second thought right in front of all her servants, her son, and Forcas, to their surprise.
"You're up." Myrym gave a cheeky smile to the stunned she-wolf.
"Hah, looks like you got some moxy to you after all!" Forcas grabbed a pint herself and drank it all down.
Nasiah watched on in awe as both ladies drank more and more. Their cheeks got redder and redder as time passed by.
The servants watched in horror but with a hint of admiration as they silently cheered their mistress on as she battled against the she-wolf.
It was not long until both stumbled and slurred their words, unable to do anything but point at each other and laugh.
Then, after one too many drinks, both women collapsed on the floor unconscious.
"It's a tie!" Nasiah clapped his hands together, applauding the combatants that had fallen.
"We need to get them to safety!" The maids and butlers yelled out as they surrounded the ladies.
Nasiah acted quickly. He lifted both of them up in a fireman's carry and rushed upstairs to lay them on separate beds.
For the rest of the night, and up until the next morning, he watched over them both sleep, protecting them from dusk to dawn.
When they both woke up, the first thing they did was groan and clutched their heads. Luckily for them, the servants had already prepared hangover cures for them both.
The two drank it and nearly threw up at the same time, only stopping when they saw each other and had to stomach it for the sake of their pride.
Nasiah smiled, thinking that they bonded together. However, the respite came to a sudden end as waking up the stairs was Forenus.
He raised his arms up and suddenly declared. "It is time for you to learn Magick."