I Became My Vampire Witch Character Chapter 37: Chapter 37: Butterfly Entrance

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Chapter 37: Butterfly Entrance A note from KurayamiWN https://i.ibb.co/q3Gzfh3L/Ella-Pout.jpg Thanks to my friend AstreiaNyx I have gotten some cute art of Ella pouting! Thanks to everyone who continues to read as well! Towering walls stood across from a river. Crenelations made up the top part, and soldiers performed guard duty. Intermingled in their ranks were officers of the cloth. The magicians and sorcerers held staves and seemed to take their jobs less seriously. They sat on wooden chairs on the wall and read books in the meantime. A large drawbridge was lowered before the gate, going across the river, and a mass of people were trying to enter the city early in the morning. There were wagons pulled by gallis and stagecoaches pulled by other dino friends that Elanore recognized. Such as a triceratops. https://i.ibb.co/LdbJLrb2/Triceratops-Sheet.png The vampire looked down from the trike to her hand being held by Naela. At the very least, their third wheel cauldron was stowed away. Ella no longer suffered the embarrassment of having someone else watching the two. But this situation is not much better. A gruff voice sounded behind them. "Get a move on. Can't you see the line moving?" Ella's eyes flashed briefly behind her towards the man, spotting something she didn't expect. He was a lizardman with green scales covering his body all over, and he had an elongated, crocodilian snout. The man wore thick silver armor, glistening in the sunlight, and plates of steel covered his tail in intervals. The man clicked his tongue when he looked down at the two girl's hands. "Word of advice, don't do that shit at the gate." Elanore reluctantly let go of her maid's hand, and the two girls stepped forwards, moving with the line. "Mistress?" Naela frowned, her gaze flickering between Elanore and the crocodilian man. The vampire shook her head. "It's alright. Part of blending in means we should abide by the customs here." Naela sighed. "I don't like this at all, mistress." "It's only for a little while, until we get inside." "No," Naela said, gripping Elanore's hand again. "I will not allow this, mistress." Ella's cheeks flushed red, and she felt the wyvern's fingers slip between her own. Naela's face pouted, stubbornly refusing to let go of the vampire's hand. Ah, how can I even say no now!? I don't even want to say no! Another click of the tongue from behind them followed. "I was telling you idiots for your own good, you know? Some of the guards here are...well, you will find out anyways." Elanore narrowed her eyes at him. "What do you mean?" "I mean that they interpret their texts however they want, and that extends to my race as well. It's only gotten a little better in recent times. Thank Psevalis for that." The vampire's eyes widened. Another follower of Psevalis. Elanore looked at Naela, but she saw no change of expression from the goddess's mention. The wyvern was more keen on looking at Elanore and ignoring this man. The tender look in Naela's eyes when she regarded the vampire sent magical butterflies flapping through Ella's stomach. The vampire looked ahead in the line instead. She found it a difficult task to stare into the face of her wyvern. It's like trying to look at the sun! "Identification please," a guard said to a man on a wagon. The man handed over a smooth piece of silver metal, and the guard handed it back, waving the wagon man through. "You're good. Next!" An older woman held the hand of her daughter, and the two wore hoods covering their heads. The guard regarded the two with a hand on his sword. "Faces. I need to see them." "It's okay, Taliyana," the woman said to the little girl. "Show the man your face." Both of them lowered their hoods at the same time, and Elanore saw two feline ears on top of their heads. The guardsman narrowed his eyes at the two of them. "Did you two come from the fields?" "No," the elderly woman said with a nervous twitch of her arm. "We are free." "Do you have identification?" She nodded