The crown jewel of the Santeem nation,
fills all its citizens with great elation.
I hereby challenge every suitor in the land,
who seek to win Princess Alena's hand.

Princess Alena! You've haunted my dreams for a great many years,
Drove this grown man to the verge of torrents of tears.
You are a warrior, an adventurer at heart,
And I will accompany you from the finish to the start.

You are a fighter, a strong fighter surpassed by zero!
Your ATK is so very high, none can match it, not even the Hero!
You dispatch all of your enemies with finesse and ease,
Even Necrosaro, who was reduced to begging and pleas.

Despite your most superior strength and prowess,
You are the epitome of woman, with features of a goddess.
Your dark tresses are the definition of femininity,
And yet, of combat victories, you are the epitome.

I am but a simple warrior and cleric hybrid, but of heart, I am bold,
But I'm more of a cleric, truth be told.
I am a healer, but I pledge to be your vehicle
I will stand by your side and heal you, even if you're fighting against Mildlars, Baramos, Hargon, and Rhapthorne, a combination most maniacal.

Please accept this Cristo into your heart,
For I will be there on your journey, till the end, and from the start.

It has been three months since the Hero, son of Eltrio, married Princess Medea and became the Crown Prince of Trodain.

Trodain's auspicious celebrations became a veritable springboard with which the kingdom would launch into greater achievments.

Of late, the diplomatic advances between Trodain and Tryan Gully made the latter a progressive kingdom which would form ties beyond strictly human societies.

On the evening before Tryan Gully Kingpin King Slime the 2nd was scheduled to meet with King Trode, the rather rotund slime of a king received a mysterious letter. Almost poetic in nature, it told him to desist from his current activities and abdicate, or die in the process.

Our story begins in Trodain's throneroom. The following takes place between the forenoon and high noon.

"COR BLIMEY!" a family voice bellowed through the grand chamber. "Together at last, ey guv? I promised you I'd bring Red, Jessica, and Pretty Boy Angelo o're here, and 'ere they are!"

The Hero and the Princess immediately stood up from their respective thrones to greet their dear old friends and comrades. "Yangus!" the Princess exclaimed. "I'm glad you all showed up for this joyous occasion!" Just as the hero was about to open his mouth to form a word, he was interrupted by King Trode and two slime knights entering the room.

"I'm afraid celebration will be a bit premature." Trode announced. "We have reason to believe that King Slime the Second's life and Tryan Gully's sovereignty may be in jeopardy. The Order of the Slime Knights is a organization, but I feel this task is best suited to my son-in-law the Hero, and his brave companions!"

As the visitors assembled and took their seats at a grand table, Jessica contributed, "Well why could he not stay here? Surely Castle Trodain is safe a place as any!"

King Trode nodded, "Yes, that is true, but the problem is that our would-be assassin already seems to know where the King Slime is, and since my son here has been crowned prince, our replacement captain of the guards is ... err ... relatively green. I'm sure he'll be fine with about a year's worth of leadership at the top, but I want to take no chances!"

"Besides ..." King Trode added, "we don't know how deep this conspiacy goes. A Kingdom befriending non-humans and monsters -- this could be something that the whole world wishes to see end!"

Yangus rose from his chair to suggest, "I reckon we could hide the round king of slimes down in Purgatory Island. That place is impregnable. No way any ruffian will get to King Slime -- well, we'd have to clear Purgatory Island of any actual incarcerated criminals first, and then find a place to put 'em!"

"That's the stupidest idea I've ever heard!" Angelo replied, rolling his eyes.

"There's no way that we'd put his majesty inside of a prison! What kind of royal respect would that be?" exclaimed one of the slime knights.

"Oh, that's a bright idea!" Jessica shot back with dry sarcasm. "And what would you do if the assassins killed the men who operated the elevators?"

"Aww, that'd be no problem, miss Jessica!" Yangus replied. "See, Brains has a complete map of Purgatory Island, complete with the secret escape route the designers put in. Most of the guards there don't even know about it!"

"And what if he lost it?" Jessica responded.

"That's a good point ..." Yangus said. "Maybe we could just tattoo the map onto King Slime so he wouldn't ever lose it?"

Angelo blinked. "You know, my friend, you give stupid and inane whole new meanings."

"How would you like stupid and inane fists upside your head?" Yangus grimaced, clenching his fists.

"No more fighting!" Medea interjected. The whole room fell silent.

"That's better! Now, yes, Purgatory Island is the most fortified place you've all been to during your travels, but I can't imagine anyone going to such a dreadful place, so I remembered the next best place."

Angelo cocked an eyebrow in surprise. "Really? What place is that?"

The Hero smiled, as he rose from his chair, and took a breath to speak.

"Rydon's Tower, of course!" Red interrupted. Medea smiled, confirming Red's guess.

"Well then, it's settled!" King Trode announced. "We'll move in a procession to Rydon's tower, north of Arcadia, reset the traps perhaps do some fortifying of our own!"

Angelo smirked triumphantly. "Well, then, what are we waiting for, Ladies, gentlemen, and slimes? Let's get started!"

---

Two weeks passed. The party of heroes and monsters arrived at Rydon's Tower. King Trode ordered the Trodain away party's guard detail to conduct joint patrols with the Slime Knights. In addition, monsters from Morrie's monster pit were conscripted to the task of protecting the tower with King Slime inside.

While solid gold golems guarded the doors to the tower, a horde of drakees guarded the skies, flying in a ringed formation just above the top floor. Hawkmen were endlessly flying around the midsection of the tower.

King Trode, Princess Medea, The Hero, Yangus, Red, Jessica, and Angelo appeared on the top floor as they emerged from a flight of stairs. Several Slime Knights were seen flanking them.

"It looks like we're clear." Angelo noted. A slime Knight nodded, while looking downstairs and making a gesture with his hand. Two more Slime Knights emerged from the stairs, along with King Slime the Second and Morrie Mozzarella.

"Monarca Slime, it looks like you are safe thanksa to the denizens of my monstrousa pit! I have one more surprise for you!"

Morrie let out a sharp whistle, and within seconds, a team of heal slimes arrived. "Thesea are my best healing slimes! Should any assassino dare to attack you, they will keep you alive while the ragazzo there takesa care of them!"

King Slime nodded at Morrie with a smile, as the group enjoyed the view, and cool summer breeze.

"Wait!" Angelo exclaimed. "I see something, there in the distance!" The entire group strained to look at what Angelo had found in the distant skies.

"It looks like some kind of airship!" Red offered.

"Il combattimento staziona!" Morrie yelled out. Some trolls appeared, each cradling a handful of metal slimes. They each approached a cannon, one of several stationed on all sides of the tower.

"Attacco!" Morrie shouted. The trolls each loaded a metal slime into their cannons, firing a volley at the mysterious airship. Every slime bounced off the airship, hurtling to the ground below.

"Again!" Morrie exclaimed. They dutifully fired again, only reaping the same result.

The airship drew every closer. As it as directly above Rydon's tower, a tall, wiry figure with blonde hair launched himself off of the ship with a mightly leap, somersaulted, and gracefully touched the ground of the top floor.

Holding a lit cigarette in his mouth, the figure brandished a long polearm, gazing menacingly at King Slime.

The Hero, suited in full dragovian armor, lept between King Slime and the mysterious invader, gesturing him to fight.

The blonde aviator spun his polearm, and executed a powerful thrust strike. The Hero parried the strike almost effortlessly, and in the same motion, chopping the polearm in two with his Dragovian God King's Sword. Yangus tackled the stranger from behind, using his immense weight to keep him pinned to the floor.

"OK, assassin scum, TALK!" Yangus shouted into the stranger's face. "Who are you working for?!"

The stranger let the cigarette slide out of his mouth. "No one." He said simply.

"My name is Cid, and this was my idea. North America and Europe is our territory, not yours! So stay out of it! You guys got a day named after you in Japan, aren't you satisfied with that? I'll skewer that slime with my spear if you keep going where you're not supposed to?"

Yangus looked dumbfounded. "Japan? North America? What the bloody blazes are you talking about? Are you completely bonkers?"

"Hey, we had a movie AND an anime series about us! All you had was the anime series!"

Smirking, Angelo knelt down next to Yangus. "You know, Yangus, I do think we have a good use for your Purgatory Island idea!" whispered Angelo, pointing to Cid.

Springtime is in its prime. Seven months have passed since the four great companions led by the Hero destroyed the Lord of Darkness Rhapthorne. It was also six months since the Hero discovered his past and passed the Dragovian Trials with flying colors. 

It has also been only one month since the wedding that almost damned the Princess of Theed to marrying the massive abomination known as Prince Charmles. So he was thrice a hero -- for saving the world, saving the dragovian race, and saving the princess! And this group desperately needed their break. As it was still Spring, it was decided that this would be known as the Spring Break!

Seven people; The Hero, Medea, Yangus, Red, Jessica, Angelo, and King Trode, were in a great galleon, making their way to the island of Empycchu, to attend a great music festival. Just as they had landed in the valley below, and they made their way toward the town, they crossed the old Godbird's Eyrie.

“Hold on a moment, guv’ner!” Yangus interrupted. “I think I see the shadow of a bird, without the bloody bird being ‘ere!”

”How could that be?” Jessica inquired. “Ramia left our world after Rhapthorne was defeated!”

”Well that could be …” Yangus replied, “But look at that shadow! There’s nothing attached to it!”

”Our uncouth friend is right!” King Trode agreed. “Perhaps we should follow the shadow like we did before! Hopefully it wont lead to that dreadful shadow world this time …”

As the party followed the shadow through the plains and through the brush, the shadow disappeared, and a brilliant light of multicolored composition appeared. The group jumped into the portal, not knowing for sure what would be on the other side.

“COR BLIMEY!” Yangus exclaimed. “This place – the colors look all strange! And this beach! Where are we, I wonder?”

“Hey look…” Angelo began. “I recognize the characters on this sign. Haaaawai’i. Hawai’i, eh? There seems to be a very nice breeze here. Hey look over there! The builds are so very tall!”

”And look there, by the mountain!” Medea exclaimed, as she took the Hero’s arm. “The sun is rising! What a romantic place the Godbird has chosen for us to have our vacation!”

As the merry party of seven strolled along the beach, and in the streets beyond, Angelo asked, “So what do you think we should do first?” The Hero opened his mouth, but before he could utter a word – “Look, love!” Medea exclaimed, pointing to a jewelry store. She grabbed the Hero’s arm, and dragged him inside with a sprint. “Hehehe” Yangus chortled. “TIFFANY, eh? Funny name for a jewelry store. Poor guv!”

“Look at this, Yangus!” announced Red. “’Surfboards’. These look like fun. I think we have to pay, though. Do you have any gold on you?”

“Sure I do!” Yangus replied, opening his bag, and grabbing several coins. They gave the surfboard rental man some gold coins, as the man stared with his mouth gaping wide open at the cel-shaded gold coins from the world of the Hero.

“So …” Angelo broke the silence with. “It’s just us three, now –“

“I think I’ll just enjoy the sun for a while” Jessica interjected, already in her magic bikini and grabbing a beach towel from the group’s pack. “And I think I’ll get my feet wet in this nice beach here” King Trode decided. “It’s times like these that I wish that Trodain was in the tropics!”

“Fine. I think I’ll get to know some of these people of the world of … Hawai’i” Angelo said. As Angelo strolled across the beach, he espied three  young ladies approaching. “Excellent!” Angelo thought to himself. “Now it’s time to see if my charm works in other worlds!” Angelo posed, and flashed the young ladies his ‘Magnum Look’. “Good day, ladies! I am called ‘Angelo’ and who might you be?”

The three ladies stopped in their tracks. They stared at Angelo with wide eyes, stopping only to look at each other in awe and shock. “Aww, come on!” Angelo cooed. “I wont bite! Why don’t we talk together and enjoy the sce—“

“HONTO!” The ladies interrupted in unison. “Doragon Kuwesto! DORAGON KUWESTO!” They shouted. Suddenly, several more sun worshippers were awaken from their reverie. “Doragon Kuwesto???” some men asked in surprise. “Dragon Quest?” a lone surfer boy softly inquired.

“ANGELO-SAMA! ANGELO-SAMA!” The original ladies yelled in joyful exclamation.

Angelo was shocked, and quite honestly, a bit nervous. “So … you’ve heard of my adventures eh?” He asked, looking around to see that he was surrounded by a mob of wide-eyed spectators, chanting “Angelo!” or “Angelo-chan!” or “Angelo-sama!”

“It’s quite nice that you know me so very well – HEY LOOK OVER THERE! It’s Morrie Mozzarella!” As the mob all turned around in unison looking at where Angelo was pointing, Angelo leapt high into the air, executing a somersault, then making a beeline for the portal.

As he was almost at the portal location, he saw King Trode, Jessica, The Hero, and Medea all running toward the portal, as well, each having a legion of fans running close behind them.

“My word, what happened to Yangus and Red?” King Trode asked in a concerned tone.

Just as the King asked that question, two surfboards washed onto the shore, with Yangus and Red close behind. “Cor Blimey, we wiped out, and then some swimmers started chasing us yelling our names!”

“It’s all right now, Yangus, let’s get out of here for now!” Jessica replied.

With that, the party jumped into the portal together, and found themselves back on Empycchu Island, and the portal closed safely behind them. “Well, that was mysterious!” Angelo mused. “How the Goddess did they know who we were?”

“That’s a good question …” Jessica replied, “But at least they were happy to see us. Maybe if we come back again, they’ll get over their excitement.”

“Hopefully …” Medea contributed. “That was a pretty place, that ‘Hawaii’. Let’s make sure we all arrived safely. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight – eight? There were only seven of us to begin with!”

“SUGOI DESU YO! DORAGON KUWESTO!”

“Cor. Blimey …”