The three Death Kings had arrived, and the Throne room was now deafeningly quiet.
Even if their personalities clashed, their very presence commanded respect and loyalty.
When the three Kings arrived, Zachery held the pale green orb and erected four seats beside him.
Yes, after receiving the massive amount of information from the pale green orb, he felt much more at peace with everything he was witnessing. Even viewing the three Kings only gave him headaches because of how powerful each of them was.
With the orb's assistance, he could likewise wield ultimate control within this palace. Inside this palace, he could build anything his imagination could dream up.
And the orb also provided another function.
A leash.
A strong leash on any that was present inside this palace.
A series of steps separated Zachery from the two Rings, with Zachery's throne at the top and the seats of the Rings at the bottom.
Hel had arranged the seats so that her throne, which Zachery now sat on, was at the very top. Even the 'four kings' seats would be slightly lower.
Yes, Four Kings.
Seeing the empty fourth seat, Zachery shook his head with sadness.
Hel, as much as she was a good benefactor for him, was not even a smidgeon of a good woman.
She raped, slaughtered innocent people, and destroyed uncountable worlds for the sake of profit.
Fed up with her method of monopolizing, the fourth King renounced his position and begged the queen for a peaceful existence... Only for the queen to sentence him to death.
This time, it was a real death.
It wasn't only the Fourth King who was fed up with Hel's oppression; each and every one of them was. She would hoard all resources and punish anyone who went beyond her words severely.
Zachery sighed as he shifted the position of the King's seats. He leveled the ground and positioned the Kings' seats so that he could see their faces properly.
Their seats were now equal on the ground level in relation to Zachery's throne.
But Zachery had no idea that these simple activities had taken practically all of them inside the Throne room.
Even the Kings were hesitant to sit on a seat that was leveled on the same level as Zachery, but Zachery simply waved his hands to grant them permission.
Zachery sighed as he looked at every single attention that was focused on him.
'They're like abandoned puppies,' Zachery thought as he grinned inside. But when he looked at Auset, he frowned.
When Zachery received information from Green Orb, he realized that no matter what or how these people revolted, it would be in vain.
A Necromancer possessed complete command of their Undeads. With the connections he acquired when he connected with the Green Orb, he could inflict unspeakable misery on even the strongest of them inside the palace with a single snap.
Even the Three Death Kings were not an exception.
But if that was so, why would Auset put herself in an unfavorable position?
She was, without a question, bright. But her persistent attempts to elicit his wrath would suggest otherwise, unless...
Zachery's lips curled up as he leaned back on his Throne, presumably for the first time since his regression as he gazed at Auset.
Auset grimaced as she noticed his attention. While Auset expected her punishment to be harsh, she thought for a fleeting moment that her beauty would spare her a quick death, allowing her to spend more time with her brother.
At the very least, she desired to see, feel, and experience this new world in which his Lord was immersed in. But the words that reverberated from her Lord was just out of her expectation.
"Auset, you will be my Grand Advisor," Zachery nodded seemingly to himself, and grinned when he observed her puzzled expression.
Auset stood there, expressionless. She was exquisite, and she was one of the world's most attractive ladies. But that would not be sufficient to excuse anything. Auset wasn't insane; her beauty was remarkable, but not unrivalled in this place.
Alecna, Margret, Veronica, and others were all equally stunning as she was. Then, why had her Lord chosen her for this prestigious position when everything she had done to him was punishable by death?
"Auset, why are you making the Lord wait for your convenience?" The all-black vampire guy's voice boomed with authority and strength, making Auset nervous.
"I-I do-" Auset began to stammer, unsure what to say, but Zachery cut her off with a still, understanding voice.
"Sacrifice should always be rewarded, Auset." "As it always should," Zachery remarked, his smile charming in its own way. Auset knew one thing when her eyes met his.
Her Lord had unraveled her predicament!
Auset's smile blossomed like a flower, brightening the atmosphere around the palace. Her smile was bright enough to put the sun to shame.
Zachery took in a chilly breath as he repeated Buddist incantations once more, the only solace he had for his urge to pin Auset down his bed, assuming this cursed place even possessed one.
The Palace's higher-ups plotted Auset acting unduly pushy in order to figure out what their new Lord was like. If he was like a spoilt Young Master, they would change their ways to be foot-licking pleasers in order to have a better future.
If he was a humble man, then that was all the better!
Who would bear the brunt of the new Lord's wrath? Austen's nasty approach towards him from the start made the option obvious.
Auset moved forward and purposefully swayed her hips and loosened her clothing with magical means to provide a more tantalizing view for Zachery to feast on, but Zachery simply shook his head. Now was not the time to indulge in earthly desires. At the very least, not lust.
"Now, where is my precious Alecna?"
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