"What is it now?" Said Sewah while sitting lazily on his golden throne.
A man clad in plate armor had just come into the throne room with his head lowered. His actions were not due to the fear he felt for Sewah, but due to the immense amount of respect he had for him. Sewah had shown that he deserved the fame of a true son of Iewah more than once in the past year and a half, and despite his lacks as a merciful ruler, he had gained a massive following.
Unfortunately, the group that Sewah had created was not based on the combined desire to do good and become stronger, but by his selfish desire to do whatever their leader wanted, no matter what effect that would have on people. That had lead his group to be filled with fanatics.
He naturally loved the attention and devotion that only a fanatic could provide, but he felt no attachment to these people whatsoever. To him, they were funny little toys that played for his bidding whenever he felt like it.
