Tales of The Mighty Dragonair

His instructions instantly vanished, reaching his followers. "I hope these reach them in time," he muttered before glancing at the two girls in front of him.

"Make everyone haste," he said to Nara whose eyes showed doubt.

"An enemy?" she asked.

"No, my time here is up."

"What?!" she was shocked beyond description, and also was Sara. "What do you mean? Are you leaving now?" she hurried to ask.

"No time to waste, I only got one hour! Go now and push everyone inside, and you too go inside."

The girls glanced at him, thinking he was joking. They just won a big fight, and it was the time to press forward.

Yet he chose to leave at this moment!

The two didn't see the entire picture, and he didn't care to explain. The next moment he moved towards the nearby buildings, trying to select someone big and strong enough to endure anything.

"Is he serious?" Nara turned to ask Sara, who didn't know what to say. She wasn't less shocked than her right now! "I hope he isn't," she replied, and her answer made Nara sigh.

"A lot of questions needed to be answered," she muttered before going to her men to push everyone lasting here yet inside the portals.

"Me too," Sara said, before glancing at Arthur who seemed looking for something. "I hope you know what you are doing!"

She then went behind Nara, helping her.

As for Arthur, he didn't have a say in all that! He had many things in play, many loose ends and great opportunities. "I have to find a way to come here regularly," he muttered, knowing the issue wasn't just about coming to this world.

The biggest issue was the academy itself!

This world had this advantage of time difference with the academy world. That meant he could spend the entire night in this world, staying for two days at least in this word.

"But that isn't secure," he knew this was quite risky. What if someone came to look for him? Being absent with no way to be found might not be that suspicious.

Yet if this occurrence was repeated, and the news of his presence here in the world was revealed, his situation would be much complicated.

"Ding! You can leave a clone of you here," the system suddenly said, per its habit; just saying the appropriate words in the most needed moment. "But this clone will take the dragon form of you, not you."

"Meaning I can only use it here, not there," Arthur shook his head, as his problem wasn't here but out there. "I need to be prepared for the worse," he muttered, setting the goal of securing his life in the academy as top priority now.

"Ding! You can try to find an excuse."

"Won't do, I will come here each night and my deeds will be heard sooner or later," Arthur didn't agree this time with the system suggestion. "I need to find something permanent."

"Ding! Like what?"

Arthur had found a big building that seemed to be used as the food storage in this place. "I don't know yet. I have to go back first and assess the situation. Then I might find my chance."

He then entered the building, checked its interior. It was a big empty building, with many racks with nothing on them. "This will do," he muttered, "what should I do?"

"Ding! You need to put your hand on the building from the outside, and let me do the rest for you," the system said and then Arthur went outside without hesitation.

The moment his hand touched the wooden surface, his palm shone brightly with white light. The light started to invade the entire building, and in minutes the building looked like it was on fire from far away.

"Ding! It's done, you can retrieve your hand."

"One hardle is taken care of," Arthur wasn't that excited, as he knew he had a long list of problems yet to solve.

"They are still not finished," he shook his head while glancing at the remaining big number of villagers and warriors. "Sigh, I wanted to swallow the entire region, but that week… tsk," he had a tinge of regret regarding the promotion trial he had.

But he gained a lot of it, so he wasn't that disappointed about it.

"Ding! They will make it," the system said, "if not now, you can return and then they will continue to join your garden."

"Through what?" Arthur was speechless, "my portals will all be gone!"

"Ding! This building portal will be functioning."

"My star map? No way, this is my top secret and only few could know about it," he shook his head before glancing over those hundreds of thousands still remaining here. "I need to do something about it."

He then went to Nara and Sara. "You two go inside," he ordered and without giving them any chance to argue, he shouted at everyone:

"The portals here are temporary. If they vanished, don't panic," he then glanced at the two girls, who had no option but to go on and enter through one of the portals.

Others made way for them. "If that happens, all you need to do is to head towards these mountains and live there for a couple of days. I promise I will come back to get you. Spread the word, anyone wants to be free, he has to show up in five days at top."

He gave himself five days here and one day outside before coming back. "I won't take longer than a day in the academy, right?" he said to himself.

"Ding! Be ready, you will be moved now!"

At the end of the hour, around two hundred thousands remained before he vanished from this world.

He felt like his soul being sucked by irresistible force. He had nothing to do until his feet touched the ground, and his ears heard a noisy debate around even before the light was cleared away from his eyes.

"Willy isn't dead, my clan head is alive!" and this shout came to ring in his ears with the familiar tone of Ron.

"If he is, then why didn't he show up when we called? Enough time has passed, and with his death you are unqualified."

"Who is dead?"

Arthur's voice rang in this open space that he never been to. The moment he started seeing things clearly, he knew he wasn't outside the gates of the academy anymore.

He was already inside!

He didn't even glance around enough to see who was assuming his death with such stubbornness.

"Clan head!"

"Clan master!"

The moment he said these words, everyone had their eyes glued over his body like seeing a ghost. His team stood there for a moment before cheering out loud and running to him.

"What took you so long?" and Amelia seemed quite frustrated.

"Had to do some things, didn't you receive my messages?" he asked, as he felt they didn't.

"What messages?" Ron asked, "we didn't have anything from you."

"Sigh," he shook his head before glancing around. He was inside a large garden; small trees and many strange plants with pink, yellow, and green everywhere.

In the distance he could see general shapes of buildings scattered everywhere.

And in this spacious place, the place was crowded!

"Are you Willy of the Golden Lion clan?" This question came, not from the old man who Ron and others were debating with, but from a middle aged man that came from behind.

And behind him, five marched with respect, including two he already knew; Cesile and Amanda.

What was special was the fact the two were walking obediently with utmost respect.

'This must be the dean,' he thought, and that was the only possible conclusion for him to reach.

"Yes, sir dean," he didn't what to call him so he used the title he had in his mind.

"Good eyes, and keen senses," the man commended, "I heard a lot before now, you sure know how to cause ruckus anywhere you go."

Arthur only smiled while Amanda did the introduction: "He is Mr. E, our grand elder."

"He now knows I'm not the dean," he smiled before laughing, "and don't worry I'm not interested in taking him from you. After all, having a new disciple for you is really a great news to me."

He then glanced at Arthur before adding, "how are things inside?"

"They are… good," Arthur didn't know what to say. If it was up to him, then he would have vented out his anger and frustration.

"Good?" the grand elder looked quite suspicious, "I heard things other than this," he turned to glance in a certain direction. And there, an old lady came with an extremely fragile body; yet her eyes told Arthur a lot.

'She is dangerous!'

'Ding! Like the old man who argued with your butler.'

'Indeed,' Arthur was already doubting this hag, while his face remained silent and his reaction was plain.

"That world isn't suited for lads like them," the hag said in a weak tone, yet it was strangely audible clearly to Arthur. "It was a trap world given to us by those nasty dark clans. If they remained inside anymore, we would have lost all of them."

She then stopped leaning on her thick and long staff as she pointed it towards the space around with her arched back. "Look around, we sent tens of thousands and only a handful of hundreds returned! If we left them inside anymore; we might have much deeper losses than we have sustained already."