"Now, where is my precious Alecna?" As he explored the Throne room with a malicious smirk, Zachery noticed a demonic but gorgeous draconic eye fluttering at the second seat of the Inner Ring.
Alecna was the first Inner Ring Commander, but an injury from Hel's final battle had cut her skill and prowess short, hence the first seat of the Inner Ring is now held by a female of the Limhuard race.
"Humph!" Alecna harrumphed, indifferent to Zachery's words, which made many of the seat heads' faces pale.
If this had been their former Death Lord, the harrumph would have been her final sign of her soul leaving her body. When Alecna did not answer, even the incumbent first seat of the Inner Ring became concerned.
What would she do if her new Lord asked her to accept responsibility for Alecna's rashness in the name of the Inner Ring's leader? She was fully aware that Alecna's wound was nearly healed, so she had no way of beating her into submission.
But not obeying the new Death Lord would be just asking for death!
"Come on, Alecna, don't be mad, please?" Zachery had a slight smile on his face as he softly stated these words, but the impact on his subjects was enormous.
'Please? What was the meaning of that word, or 'Did our Death Lord just apologize to Lady Alecna for a temper tantrum?' wondered Zachery's followers as they watched the discussion between Alecna and Zachery with puzzled expressions.
Alecna finally succumbed, realizing that the entire Throne room was becoming curious, and rose from her seat with grace, confronting Zachery with extreme strictness. She only dared to play since she knew Zachery wouldn't respond violently.
If it was her previous Lord, she wouldn't even dare to release her breath.
"Alecna will take the fourth seat among the Kings and will be known as the Queen from now on." Because of the sensitive nature of the Foruth seat of the table of Kings, a deep stillness and solemn atmosphere quickly permeated the Throne room.
The three Kings looked at each other, nodded, and approved Alecna's new addition.
Zachery had grossly underestimated Alecna when he first saw her. Alecna was not just a Dragon, but the ancestor of Dragons known as Demorggons.
Zachery knew some of them from the Mother System, and according to some information he gleaned, a youngster of this race was able to utterly wipe out a Kingdom with no survivors; just thinking about what a Primordial Demorggon like Alecna would accomplish left him dumbfounded.
The only reason why Alecna didn't have a seat in the Council of Kings was because... well, she quite didn't like the previous Death Lord.
Hel had an insatiable lust and had most likely raped every male and the majority of the females present. But Alecna was the only one she couldn't taste.
Given a Dragon's pride, one can only imagine how much it would have for a Dragon's ancestor. She was the only one with the ability to defy a Death Lord's command.
But now he wondered why she was so clingy towards him.
As an excuse for not warming Hel's bed. Hel interpreted that as disobedience and stopped her growth as a result. Zachery simply shook his head in response.
Zachery had no problem with ruling with an iron fist, but abusing your own subjects and not caring about their thoughts was the first step to ruin for everyone.
Zachery knew that no matter how much he became a tyrant to these Undeads. They would not even hurt his single hair, but that didn't guarantee 100% efficiency to the orders Zachery would give.
And efficiency was one the main things Zachery kept focus at 100%.
Alecna, like Auset, glanced at Zachery with a surprised expression, but she gradually displayed a toothy grin and moved forward. Zachery also didn't ignore Alecna's purposeful display of cleavage as she climbed the stairs.
Her black gown magically tightened around her, allowing Zachery a good glimpse of her physique. But the bloodlust pouring from Zachery's right side drove him back from the world of ignorance and happiness.
Looking at Auset, who was screaming murder as she glanced at Alecna, Zahcery simply shook his head, and Alecna scoffed at her attempt as she sat comfortably on the Council's fourth seat.
"Old man, Your skills are much needed in the smithy, so I am ashamed to say that I can't grant you any other position other than being our castle's sole head Soul Smith." Cornelius received a regretful smile from Zachery, who returned the gesture with a low bow.
"These old bones would give even its final breath away toiling inside the smithy for your Highness" With that the formalities were over.
These four arrived and took an active part in Zachery's reception because they had been chosen for important positions. Alecna was chosen as the Fourth Queen long before Zachery arrived.
Well, she was one of the promising candidates, but compared to every other candidate, she was the most acceptable candidate.
Zachery had only recently allowed them to reclaim their rightful places. Going by their previous decisions, their current Liege was more than prepared to put their trust in their decision.
With that, the Throne chamber felt considerably more at ease and was already in a cheerful mood.
Zachery nodded as he closed his eyes for a moment and thought what his next actions would be.
He revised the information that was given to him by the green orb and came up with an appropriate topic.
A thing to look forward to.
Right now, if he didn't give any reason for Undeads under him to fight, they would surely get tired. They would opt for a life of peace and would rest their dead heart.
While being a little cruel, Zachery didn't want to give these pups a retirement even before beginning his start. Zachery found a new purpose for these Undeads to fight for, undyingly.
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