"If anything happens get behind me, I'll do my best to keep you alive."
"I appreciate that guild mast- No, Max thank you"
As the diplomatic element consisting of Teresa Vi Gruffydd XI, Second princess of the Kingdom, followed by Olga Maximilla, a noble of the crown prince faction and the Kingsted guild master closed in on the central church. Inside they expected to meet Dax, a mysterious demonkin golemancer that had announced his intent to start a dialogue with the Kingdom in a rather hostile manner as he had assaulted royal knights investigating a strange sphere that had landed doing a recent starfall.
"L-let's go.."
As they closed in to the church entrance the massive reinforced double doors were opened by church guards, each one of the diplomatic element all held a image of the expectations about the strange demonkin, a image that was immediately shattered.
"Aaahh~ not there!~"
"Then here?"
"Ah~ Y-yeah that's the spot!~"
"Okay this will be intense, are you ready?"
Inside the church the afternoon sunlight hit the stained glass windows and created a rainbow were a nun laid on a large wooden table, her long and smooth red hair peeking out from her veil as she created clouds in the sharp light from her crying out while her face distorted in pressure. The demonkin stood beside her, his green eye showed intense focus with a small amount of sweat forming on his almost obsidian skin, painting him in a rainbow as he worked over the nun with great care and intensity.
"Aaah~ So good, is this your first time?"
"Not at all miss, I've done this a lot, you're the most beautiful women I've had the pleasure of helping though"
"I-I bet you're saying that to a-all the nnn~ Girls you charm~"
All this was too much for the young princess, as her face turned a deep crimson she screamed at the top of her lungs
"W-w-what the hell are you people doing in here!?"
"What I'm doing? Of course, it's just a massage"
As the demonkin said that a cloud blocked the intense sunlight, revealing that he was massaging the nun's shoulders, a perfectly pg act with the nun and himself fully dressed and without a shred of lust.
"What did you think we were doing? I'm simply helping an overworked nun with her stiff shoulders... Are you perhaps some sort of pervert?"
"I AM NOT!"
"We'll continue this after, for now, act as the church representative like we discussed earlier"
"O-okay.."
Helping the nun on her feet Dax took a quick look at the diplomatic element.
(So they sent a brat, an old man and a high maintenance noble lady?)
Inspecting the visitors in detail Dax first examined the one that introduced herself to the drones as a princess. She was about 15 years old with long golden hair, worthy of Dax's first impression of a brat. Not wearing a fancy dress like one would expect she wore a purple blazer over a white blouse with matching silk pants her dressing were with function first, but still expressing elegance, which Dax found slightly entertaining as she was only a few centimetres above a meter and a half tall. The one standing right behind her was an older human man, about 60 years old he was completely bald and wore a black suit that poorly hid lean muscles that he properly spent a great while maintaining. The last one carefully keeping her distance and wore an almost excessively gaudy red dress that contrasted her raven black curly hair Dax's first expression of her was a cunning and manipulative woman.
"Well, at least have a seat before we try and kill each other~"
Releasing bloodlust with a warm smile, Dax peered into the true nature of his guests. First to react was the guild master, as an admantide level veteran he was used to life or death situations and moved to cover for the princess. Next to react were the noble lady, watching her face tense up in slow motion was almost comical as her brains fight or flight response triggered and she undoubtedly chose flight. Last was the princess, showing the most fascinating response of all. She didn't freeze or respond with neither flight nor aggression, she just looked at him with intense determination as her mind undoubtedly filled with fear.
"Fascinating.."
"Get behind me princess!"
"There really is no reason for that, you all came here to talk right? Among my people, bloodlust is simply a greeting."
"What kind of sick ra-"
"Olga that is enough! My name is Teresa Vi Gruffydd XI, Second princess of the Kingdom. Behind me is-"
"Olga Maxumilla, duchess of the kingdom and leader of the nationalist element of a council known as the crown prince faction and Max DeFault, leader of the hunters guild of the Kingdom. I see everything my drones do, you have already been announced-"
"In that case please tell us your name."
With determination in her voice and eyes, the princess rudely interrupted Dax, prompting him to give a wide smile in return.
"I like your guts brat. My name is Dax, leader of the Qiton Alpha 4 clan and commander of the 125th combined ops orbital drop troopers - a special division of the Galactic Empire navy, please do take a seat and let's discuss your terms of imidate surrendering all Empire technology."
As the diplomatic delegation sat down nervously Dax immediately made his terms known.
"What kind of technology are you talking about?"
"The spheres, mainly the one you're making some poor attempt at hiding outside the outer wall"
"Why the hell should we just give something to this made up Empire you claim to represent?"
"That is a very good question miss Maxumilla~ Primarily because I assume this Kingdom want to survive this year, Secondly because not cooperating with me will have severe repercussions for the Kingdom, and tertiary because I'm asking nicely and the Kingdom will be rewarded handsomely."
Taking a deep breath Teresa got to the heart of the current issue.
"Please tell us about more about this Galactic Empire in more detail."
"The Galactic Empire is a collection of approximately 2500.000 systems under the central intelligence and the Empire senate."
"Systems?"
Breathing a deep sigh Dax stood up and pulled out his mask that then projected a hologram showing a map of the system were he was currently located.
"One or more planets orbiting one or more stars like the one lighting up your ball of dirt, the Empire is home to about 131 trillion souls."
As the projection zoomed out and showed the scale of Empire space a bead of sweat rolled down Max's face.
"131 trillion…"
"That obviously has to be a lie!"
"Well you have no reason to believe what I'm saying but the protocol demands I state that for the record."
"Regardless of we believe you or not that isn't really the point right now, what can your Empire offer us in exchange for handing over the sphere?"
"Spheres and I believe that may be beyond your comprehension but I'll try anyways. Most obvious would be military support, whatever hostile the Kingdom points at shall fall within a day or two. Next would be genetic technology, an immortal king with an unwithering people untouched by disease and suffering. Or maybe just wealth and impenetrable and everlasting defences that smite your enemies before they're even close enough to see, with an iron legion enforcing your will and submitting colonies, all are valid options for servitude. A combination of those are all on the table and will operate for at least 300 years. Of course, if you refuse I will go to the next country and offer them my services, as I need long term stability to construct a ship capable of taking me home."
Having shown pictures of crowed words and great constructions while talking about the benefits of working with the Galactic Empire the diplomatic element had turned silent, except for miss Maxumilla.
"So if the Kingdom cooperates with the Galactic Empire you'll give us the world?"
"And more yeah~ Of course, you have no reason to believe anything I say at this moment so please observe and judge my actions, as long you make a positive decision within the next 20 days it'll be fine."
"How are we gonna 'judge your actions'?"
"Oh come on now, I'm fully aware of the multiple spies that are looking at my every move since I entered this town. Therefore judge my actions and make a decision, or not it doesn't really matter. That will be it for today as I have other matters I need to attend to, and I trust I will not be harassed going around my daily life he-"
"That we cannot do! You're still guilty of assaulting royal guards. Please follow us without resistance and your punishment will be lenient."
Responding to Teresa's treat Dax put on a large smile and putting his feet up on the table he broke his diplomatic attitude.
"Well ain't you a feisty brat, what exactly makes you think I would just listen to the authority of this savage Kingdom? We still haven't agreed to any terms that would subject me to Kingdom law. And do you even think you could take me in?"
"Let's not try that, Dax that'll be it for today let's go back to the castle"
"Wha- Max!"
"I might be able to beat him but with you and miss Maxumilla here I won't be able to move freely. And miss nun there might also make it problematic."
As Max mentioned the nun Teresa looked towards her and noticed faint traces of magic possession.
"Calling me a mere nun will get you killed, human."
"It's been a while."
"You've gotten old Max, leave now and I might not take you pathetic life"
"We'll pull back for now then, please excuse us."
Watching the princess and her followers leave, Dax turned to the nun.
"That really is a fascinating spell, can we play some more?"
"Not today no, I'm really fond of this child. What did you do to her she's really relaxed?"
"I stimulated her soft tissue to make it unwind. Want to try it?"
"I would love to so please come visit me already… I heard you got a pupil so I stopped by, where is she?"
"Ah Terra? She's out training~"
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"ARRRG I FUCKIN HATE HIM!!!"
In the evening sun, about two hundred kilometres from the capital a single figure was sprinting down a dirt road at about 60 kilometres an hour while complaining loudly.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH HIM! 'Here I bought you a present, it's this backpack filled with rocks weighing about a hundred kilograms~ Now take it and run to the top of that mountain over there, oh and if you drop the bag at a single point or don't get back by sunrise don't even bother returning' I FUCKING HATE HIM! AND BESIDES WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH THAT KIND OF TEACHING!"
Continuing to complain loudly the youth about a meter and 80 centimetres tall wearing a strange black uniform with black hair and bright red eyes that showed outright hate for her instructor while attracting the surrounding monsters with her shouting.
"FUCK OFF I'M BUSY!"
Leaving a small crater as she jumped into the air, the youth landed on the face of a troll, breaking its neck and continuing to run without even checking to see if she killed it.
"STOP FUCKING LURING MONSTER INTO MY PATH! I CAN FUCKING HEAR THOSE CREEPY PEST FLYING AROUND FROM HERE!!!"
Shouting like a mad woman at the sky she continued running, unaware of her insane speed that was sustained even without using the slightest bit of strengthing magic, a fact she was completely unaware of, being too pissed off at her teacher to notice (a trait exploited by her teacher that was currently fanning her rage and using it to the fullest.)