NTR School: S Rank Student

"Here, take this," Raphael said, throwing a set of spare clothes towards the white dragon, Rachael.

If she was going to go out and do battle, she at least needed to cover herself. He didn't want the soldiers to be distracted by a foreign naked woman running around.

Even after putting on the clothes, her curves were revealed. But it would have to do.

Raphael and Rachael charged out into the night sky, and the sight before them was filled with carnage.

Raphael counted roughly a hundred of the Moonwolves engaged in battle with his troops. Not only was there a large number of them, but they had come with the element of surprise.

King Diotames is taking this war seriously.

Before Raphael could even react, Rachael shot forward with speed towards a small group of three werewolves. As she dashed through the air, she left trails of white flames travelling behind her, using them to propel herself forward.

Rachael crashed into the forces, driving her fist into the ground and creating a torrent of white flames that swiftly consumed the half-humans. As they burned, they let out shrieks which would be heard throughout the battlefield.

Raphael looked at his dragon, pleased.

I can't let her have all the fun.

Raphael stretched out his arm and attempted to call for The Ender. His flaming greatsword.

But then, to his surprise, he found that the weapon didn't form. Instead, his hands let out a torrent of black and red flames that instantly faded away.

It was then that he realised something.

Without Rachael in my body, I can't summon the white flames!

He could have allowed himself to become worried, but Raphael was a better man than that. After all, there was a reason why he was in possession of more than one dragon.

Raphael focused on his birthright, innovating on the spot there and then. He tried his best to summon a weapon similar to the ender but knew that it could only be created with the power of two flames.

As he focused, he spotted Napolo across the field, driving his spear into the neck of a moonwolf, spraying hot blood on the grass beneath.

He used it as motivation to create his power.

The red and black flames spiralled from his hand and formed into a shape much taller than The Ender whilst keeping a thin shape.

The flames stretched up to his height, and then further. And once done, what he was left with was a great spear.

He did not need to come up with a name for it, as it was as if Naomi and Violetta had named it themselves.

Heavens Point.

As he gripped the large spear in his hand, a group of five Moonwolves nearby seemed to notice that he was trying to gain power, and they weren't happy with it.

Pouncing on all fours, the human wolves dashed forward, approaching him all at once. Nearby soldiers watched, faces worried as they witnessed Raphael's odds.

"Be careful, my ki-" a soldier began to shout, but his words were swiftly interrupted as Raphael danced forwards, swinging his spear in a circular arc, rather than thrusting with the point.

A wave of red flames flowed from the spear and rippled through the field towards the moonwolves. As they spotted the intensity of the power, they tried their best to retreat, but it was too late.

The flames washed over them, bathing them in an unbearable heat. Their furred skin swiftly set alight, before the flames took over the rest of their bodies and devoured them.

Raphael looked at the spear in his hand, proud of his creation.

Just as he was relishing in the glory of Heaven Point, he noticed a figure approaching him through the battle taking place in the field.

For some reason, none of the soldiers dared to strike. Simply allowing him to pass untroubled. And as he got closer, Raphael realised why.

Not only was this Moonwolf larger than all the others, but he was also shunned with a metallic hint, as though his white fur was made from metal.

He wore no shirt, only robes which flowed from his waist making him look like some sort of monk. His face had taken on the full form of a wolf, whilst its body still had a resemblance to a human's.

As it stalked forward on its back legs, chest high and proud, Raphael realised that it would not be an easy fight.

This Moonwolf must be the leader of this pack.

Raphael tightened his grip on Heavens Point, preparing to do battle, whilst the creature snarled at him, spit drooling from its mouth.

"What is your name, so that I can brag of your defeat?" Raphael asked the large wolf.

The beast slowly opened its jaws as if trying to talk, but before any words could escape, Raphael watched as a fist drove itself into the creature's face.

The moonwolf was sent tumbling through the field, crashing into soldiers and wolves fighting in the distance.

Raphael turned his head to see Rachael standing there, hands bloodied and panting for air. She wore a smile on her face that she flashed towards her owner proudly.

"That was supposed to be mine," Raphael said to her playfully.

"You don't need to get your hands dirty." She replied, cracking her knuckles. "This is a small battle, let me handle it. I'd like to test this body out as well.

The woman dashed off towards the giant wolf again to finish her job.

Didn't she test out her body enough in the tent? It seemed to be working well enough to me.

Rachael quickly dealt with the giant wolf, using a mixture of physical strikes and white fire. As they battled, the soldier continued to destroy the Moonwolves in the field.

Seeing Raphael and Rachael boosted the confidence of the soldiers, in turn leading to an easy victory.

Once the battle was over, the field was scattered with the bodies of fallen corpses on both sides, but there were clearly many more dead wolves.

Raphael looked over things proudly, as Rachael danced over to him and wrapped her arms around him.

The soldiers watched with admiration and jealousy. They wondered what it would take for them to become even a fraction of the man that the king was.

"I have to return now, my king." The white dragon said, before planting a kiss on his lips. "It seems I have a limit as to how long I can stay here for."

As she spoke, her words and physical body began to fade away. Raphael wanted to hold onto her, to keep her beside him.

She was an incredible ally and helped turn the tides of the battle with ease. But he knew that there would be time for her to return later, and hopefully with the other dragons as well.

"Make sure to visit soon." She said finally, before completely fading away from existence.

The soldiers who witnessed the sight were in disbelief. Was it a ghost? They wondered to themselves. Or a summoning.

Just how powerful was the dragon king?

But Raphael's voice suddenly snapped them out of their thoughts.

"We must keep marching, and find a new area to set up camp." His words carried as he looked down at the bloody state of the field. "This place is in no condition for us to sleep."

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In Lutanis, the Capital of the Western region, King Diotames sat by a table with his little sister, eating a meal.

The room was dark and quiet. Just as the moonwolves preferred things to be.

Just as his sister was about to fork a piece of meat into her mouth, she suddenly froze.

Diotames looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

"Opral?" He spoke, voice deep, yet calm.

Opral remained frozen for a few moments, before finally regaining control of herself. Afterwards, she casually returned to the piece of meat on her fork.

"Hadrew has fallen. Most likely to those who approach us. It seems they're serious, and have more troops arriving."

Diotames listened to the words of his wise sister, before speaking through a mouthful of food. "And how many troops of theirs would that make in total?"

"I'm not certain," Opral responded without hesitation. "Some are too far away for me to get precise numbers. But my predictions would be somewhere close to one thousand."

After hearing the number, Diotames scratched at his chin.

Still much less than ours.

"Can't we just let them through, brother? I have heard that their destination is not us, but rather on the islands to the west."

It was a request Orpal had made many times, hoping that these wars could stop. She knew that her attempts were futile.

The king simply flashed her a smile before continuing to eat his food.

"War is a must, my sweet little sister. Sometimes, one must trample on others, lest he is trampled on himself."