Psylocke Vol 2 Ch 3: The Youngest King In History, Helena Drake

I sat down in Grace's lap as she sat beside Breonia in the biggest car seat I had ever seen.

Grace and Breonia were massive in their own right, but the car seat they were sitting in could hold at least 100 more of each of them. If you included me in that estimate, well, I don't think 1,000 Lilliputians would be enough to fill this whole seat.

I looked to my left and saw her, the massive woman who cast all of us in her shadow. We were nothing to her. Honestly, it was hard to believe that I had once climbed this massive woman's breasts. From all the way down here, she was like a living mountain, a titan that could snuff my life out with ease—but wouldn't, and we all knew why.

I brought up my hand and looked right at it, as if expecting it to transform right before my eyes. "Was I really worth all of this?" I asked myself. I looked to my right and saw Breonia sitting down, reading a book. I looked at her face and thought about this power I had. What made it so special? Was it special? If I wasn't mistaken, Breonia could use the same power herself.

"What are you thinking about?" I heard Grace speak from above.

I looked up and saw her smiling down at me.

"Oh, it's nothing," I said. "I'm just wondering who this person we are going to see is."

"Oh, well..." Grace said, halting in her speech. "I've heard a few things about her that I could tell you."

"Okay," I said.

"Well first, her name is Helena Drake," Grace explained. "And if the stories are true, she is the youngest person to ever become a king-class soldier in the UM."

I looked up at her with my mouth wide open. "How young are we talking?" I asked, fully aware that the regular age for a soldier becoming a king was at least in their fifties, maybe late forties at the lowest.

"I heard that she became a king in her late twenties," Grace said, her tone serious.

"Uh... badass," I said in shock.

The thing about kings was that they pretty much ruled over cities and all of the UM departments that operated in the city as well. They were the top of the top, and to think that I was about to meet one.

"Look, maggot," Breonia said, finally putting down her book and looking down at me.

Her eyes were stern, but I could see a hint of fear in them, which was unsettling. "Helena is not someone to be taken lightly," she warned. "She doesn't tolerate disrespect, laziness, or weakness. If you mess up, she will not hesitate to let you know."

I felt a chill run down my spine. Seeing the fear in Breonia's eyes made me realize how serious this was. I started to feel fear myself, my heart pounding in my chest.

Suddenly, Darcy's booming voice echoed all around me. "Don't believe all the rumors," she said. "Helena is a nice person who would never dream of hurting a Lilliputian, especially not a cute one like you."

Her statement made me blush, and as I did, I felt Grace's hand squeeze around me.

"Having a little too much fun, are we?" she asked before letting me go.

After hours of driving, we finally began to see humongous buildings rising into the sky. These structures were beyond anything I could have imagined. Each one looked like a towering mountain, far larger than anything I had ever seen.

Darcy's car pulled up to a massive building—our headquarters. As the car came to a stop, Darcy shifted her mile-long body out of the vehicle. The sheer size of her was overwhelming, and as her feet hit the ground, a small tremor rocked both the Gulliverians and me. It was a reminder of just how tiny we were in comparison.

Darcy, after closing the car door, opened up the passenger seat. She bent down, her face filling my entire view. "Are you guys ready to go and meet the boss?" she asked with a smile.

I looked up at Grace, who nodded encouragingly. Breonia also gave a small nod, her usual stern demeanor softened just a bit.

Darcy carefully lowered her massive hand, allowing Grace, Breonia, and me to climb on. I felt the warmth and strength of her palm as we settled into place. It was both thrilling and terrifying to be lifted so high into the air by such a giant.

"Hold on tight," Darcy said with a grin. "Let's go meet Helena."

As she lifted us up and carried us towards the entrance of the headquarters, my heart raced with anticipation. The moment of meeting Helena Drake, the youngest king-class soldier, was finally here.