"The Emperor had once been on very good terms with the true witch of death," you said she was your best friend..."
Louis XI grew agitated, "No more."
He stood up, his gaze sweeping over the sand table arrayed within the tent, which depicted the encampment directions of Oyo III's army and his own. "That Witch Group is the cancer of the Imperial City, always lurking beneath the underground spaces of the Empire."
"I tolerated her before, to gain the assistance of the true witch of death."
"Now let's clean them out. At this rate, my guards have likely already begun slaughtering the necks of this foul-smelling coven. They fancy death, don't they? Today, I shall deliver them unto it."
The Tsardom Island Chief Justice furrowed his brow. Even he was startled by Louis XI's cold-bloodedness and harshness. When useful, Louis XI had gone to great lengths to ingratiate himself with the true witch of death, but as soon as she became useless to him, he turned on her without a second thought.
