Chapter 631: Is That Really Bekka?

The destination Bekka was heading towards was a huge military facility just on the outskirts of the forest.

It was cloaked with enough densely concentrated magic that even the most powerful cultivator with a myriad of divine eye techniques would only see a simple forest in front of him.

Bekka passed harmlessly through the barrier and floated over an incredibly high-tech facility composed of black metal and concrete.

Like a ghost, she drifted through the walls with nothing impeding her as she headed for a very specific part of the building.

She hid her presence until she came to a large indoor training ground where the sound of bodies hitting the floor was ever present.

At the front of the room, Kanami and Karliah were both sweating in their own dry-fit gear.

They'd likely just gotten done sparring on their own, and now were observing and correcting their recruits.

Once Bekka made herself visible, the pair rubbed their eyes and squinted in unison.

"What the hell... You're up?"

"Is this really my baby...? She's got my chest, that's for sure..."

Bekka looked down at her own sports bra and then at her mother's.

'She still kept so much of it for herself... selfish old hoe.'

"It has to be her... look, she's got my brother's teeth marks on her neck and chest." Kanami noticed.

"But there are no crumbs on her face? She came here without eating??"

"...You're right, maybe it isn't her."

"Indeed, this must be an imposter."

"Certainly."

"Both of you shut the fuck up." Bekka finally groaned.

She easily caught the two women in headlocks that threatened to snap their necks.

"Why're you picking on me, huh? Can't you just be happy to see your daughter and your sister-in-law??"

Karliah easily slipped out of Bekka's iron grip.

Instead, she gave her a motherly kiss on the forehead that Bekka was slowly growing more accustomed to.

"Of course we're happy to see you, my little monster. We're only a bit surprised is all, so you need not be so sensitive."

Karliah suddenly sniffed Bekka's hair like a coke addict and her eyes became slightly hazy.

"Ahhh... Someone had a wild night, hm? Tell us all of the details. Was he exquisite??"

"Don't tell us shit." Kanami said flatly.

Bekka elected to go with the second request instead of the first. (Unsurprisingly)

She and Kanami pressed their foreheads together affectionately once she finally released her.

Finally, Bekka temporarily tore her attention away from them to glance at the room full of soldiers.

Their rigorous training session had been put on pause as soon as Bekka had shown up, and now they were all kneeling with their faces towards the ground.

All except for Mira, who was trying her best to follow procedure, but was continually stealing glances at her mother with a twinkle in her eye.

Bekka wanted to run over and take as many pictures of her cute daughter as possible, but they had already agreed to maintain a certain degree of professionalism in front of others.

They had the same understanding with Monica who, coincidentally, was kneeling right beside Mira at this moment.

Both of their tails were swaying from side to side excitedly despite their best efforts to keep themselves in check.

Only the veterans who were used to this level of excitement from her remained unmoving.

Bekka looked back and smiled innocently at her excitable family member. "It is."

"You're taking point? I thought it was Erica's turn??"

"It was, but she came before I did, so she is disqualified." Bekka held up two of her fingers in a little 'V' symbol.

"Gross."

"My daughter, if you're going to go on a mission why do you want the thirty at the bottom?" Karliah asked honestly.

"This may not end up being a scorched earth mission, Ma. Best case scenario, they will not have to do much. Worst case... they will gain an invaluable opportunity to grow."

Neither Karliah, nor Kanami had any complaints to voice in the wake of Bekka's decision.

There was only one question on the mind of Abaddon's youngest sister in that moment.

"Can I come?"

-

An hour later after everyone had finished their rather high-intensity warmup, the thirty lowest performing members were all gathered up by Kanami and sent to a different sector of the facility entirely.

Past the mess hall, there were a pair of automatic doors that led to an outside training ground.

Well, that was what they it was supposed to be.

But the area was so large and empty that unless you were looking at it from a faraway aerial view, it just resembled a near-boundless open field.

It quite literally went on for miles.

However, the recruits were able to sense the presence they were looking for.

Each of them transformed and flew to the center of the great field, where a single woman was seated haphazardly on a throne made from shadow.

She removed the sleep mask from over one of her eyes and smiled somewhat lazily.

"Oh? You all made it already."

Each of the dragons landed on the ground and lowered their heads in submission.

"Yes, sorry for the delay, Empress." They said in unison.

True to her claim, Kanami had indeed gotten the newbie Euphrates on one accord. They were already thinking as one and reacting with no delay between them.

*Yawn* "It's fine. You all gave me some time to close my eyes and rest, so in that regard I should really be thanking you."

Dawn had only barely shown signs of peeking over the surroundings to illuminate the grounds.

Bekka finally stood up and dismissed her chair.

She stretched her sensual body earnestly to shake off her last little bit of grogginess before she began tying her hair up.

"Alright, my little guppies. We've got a lot of ground to cover and not a lot of time, so I'm afraid I can't hold your hands too much."

"We will take any instruction you can provide, Empress. It is our duty to rise to your expectations."

Bekka's half smile became wider by just a single inch.

"Alright, let's get this mini-camp underway then."

Before any of the dragons had a moment to adjust themselves, an invisible force pushed all of their snouts down into the sand, and almost 40% of their power left them immediately.

Bekka cracked her knuckles as she walked towards the felled dragons; her pressure growing more insurmountable with every step.

"I'm afraid I can't show you any mercy, my guppies. How are you going to grow if I do?"