{Remember Thyra was still in the shape of Feitur/ muscled general. So, Thyra would be denoted as 'he/him'.
Even if everyone left, Thyra sat there as if he had nothing else to do. One could still hear the constant groaning and moaning in one corner of the hall. It continued for more than half an hour. But Thyra wasn't in any hurry.
He calmly waited until there was no sound other than someone struggling. Thyra walked towards them, only to find the naked woman under the sleeping piece of log, struggling to get out from the bottom.
As soon as she noticed Thyra coming, she stopped. The brothel manager had warned them not to do anything unnecessary to infuriate the city's lord. She avoided the pair of eyes looking at her, saying, "He had fallen asleep."
But what she had never expected was for the fat lord to bend down, grab the shoulder of the hunking stack of muscle, and raise him in the air as if he were nothing.
'How can he move the body as if it is nothing?' The thought so confused her that she forgot to run away when the weight that was holding her down was taken away.
"What are you doing? Leave." Thyra said.
The woman paused for a moment before scrambling to run away, only for Thyra to call her from the back, "Stop a minute."
She turned into a statue but was quick to look back with a bow and ask, "Yes, my lord?"
"Help others to move, too." Thyra knew that she wasn't in a position to do so. However, he didn't want to shock others. The first batch of beauties had already recovered but didn't dare to move, fearing it would make him angry.
As soon as Thyra ordered them, they jumped up quickly and helped the sisters of the same fate leave the room.
Thyra and the muscle-encrusted commander were left behind in the hall. Even if Thyra was holding him, he wasn't showing any sign of waking up.
Thyra had told Nisa to use sleeping power or poison, whatever was good.
Nisa decided to use sleeping powder, fearing poison might have an immediate effect on some of them, making others realise that something was wrong with wine and food.
The ability to put people to sleep is strong, but it takes time to take effect. Other than using it as a weapon, Thyra had brought this one to calm the soldier's nerves.
Although people in this world might not know, he was well aware of the effects of war and murder. He was worried that PTSD would be severe for these young soldiers.
The foragers and local alchemists he hired, along with the blacksmith and others, had taught the process of making the powder to the soldiers.
The local alchemists were not capable of creating high-quality potions, but they knew just enough to teach the soldiers how to make things like blood-stopping potions, poisons, antidotes, and basic recovery potions.
So, with their foraging knowledge, they were able to produce different types of potion in high quantities on their way to the front line. And the result was in front of him.
'Now I have to find a way to kill him without making much noise.' Thyra thought for a moment before putting his hand on the commander's half-open mouth. And it melted.
Although the red slime was detached from his body, he could still feel and control its movement like a remote control car. It went into his mouth, but before the gag reaction of the commander could occur, the slime had covered both of the holes in his mouth.
His eyes were still closed, but he wanted to cough, but with both the food pipe and breathing pipe closed with the slime, nothing came out. As he continued to struggle harder, he couldn't just continue sleeping.
The red vein was popping in the whites of his eyes as he opened them. Seeing that Thyra was the only one in front of him, he pointed at his throat, asking for help. Yet the only help he received was in the form of a smile.
As he understood that it was Thyra who had initiated the method, he tried to grab him, but Thyra was faster to avoid him.
He wanted to get on his feet and follow Thyra. Yet, neither his body was listening to him nor did he have enough oxygen to make his body move.
Desperate, he wanted to put his finger in his mouth to pull it out. Alas! It was already too late. His body slumped on the ground, and his consciousness faded as his eyes closed for the last time.
Although Thyra was still lacking his right arm, he used his left hand to pull out a dagger and plunge it into the commander's heart without hesitation. As the blood leaked out, slime came out of his mouth.
With the slime returning to his body, his right hand returned to normal. Still, Thyra bent down and touched the body as his body turned to become the commander.
Thyra had thought he had to wait before entering one of the commander's houses to kill him, and then he would use his body to kill others. Who would have thought the first one would be right before him?
Thyra opened the door and left the room. The guard in the building had already been replaced with his own man. Mia was already waiting for him.
"I will kill all the fifth-grade knights. Put essence suppression cuff on the other three commanders, and…" Thyra thought for a moment, changing his order, "essence suppression cuff won't affect a knight's aura… No, gag them and cut off one of their legs. Makes sure they didn't die."
"Leader, if we harm them, we might not be able to use them for ransom."
"We aren't going to," Thyra said. "My nobility isn't high enough for me to negotiate with the empire. And with the idiotic leader we have, he might let them go without any ransom. It's better to imprison them, torture them to get some news out of them before making a good example out of them."
Mia just nodded and didn't ask any more questions. Thyra still added, "It is not just them. Every single soldier of the enemy will die today. Tomorrow, we will put those bodies on display around the wall. Make an example of them. Make them so afraid that they will think twice before attacking us."
"Will it work?" Mia was not sure that they would be afraid of them just because of that. Instead, their anger might be directed at them.
"No, it won't work." Thyra said the same thing, "However, the anger and thirst for revenge might affect their judgment. And it will be enough for us. Even a small lapse in judgment could give us an opportunity."
Thyra and Mia stopped in front of the room. The guard wasn't sure at first about Thyra's form, but Mia's presence was enough to confirm his identity.
Thyra entered the room, and a moment later, the women in the room screamed and ran out of the room. Soon, Thyra came out while whipping the blood from the cloth.
Besides the room with the three non-fifth-grade knights, Thyra entered every room one by one. The result was the same for each case.
*Bang*
Thyra had come out of the fifth room when one of the doors to another room broke with a loud bang. And with a bang, naked Rika was thrown out of the room.
The identity of the room's owner was immediately clear to Thyra. The monster, however, that emerged from the room was beyond his wildest imagination.
At the precise moment Thyra was beginning to wonder if it was the general's essence, he too walked out, clutching his stomach and covered in three deep claw marks.