"My King…" Ethan struggled to spit his sentence. The middle-aged merfolk's chest was inflated and deflated violently in searching for air. "I acknowledge you, as the new ruler of the-"
"Nope!" Elizebeth denied her unofficial new post. "I wish not to govern a bunch of heedless masses. For I, wish to have a peaceful life."
Ethan rose easily. Was quick to recover from the supposed unbearable pain.
"But there are few things you need to do for me as someone who owes your life to me."
Ethan lowered his body and kneeled on one of his knees. "This humble loser will gladly listen to your request."
Elizebeth smirked.
The nature of the merfolk was to obey the strong regardless of their previous power. Once they were defeated, unless they rematched, the loser would always be lower than the winner.
