Now, what do you think of my powers, Mrs. Evangeline?" Anon asked, a sinister smile spreading across his face as he towered over the kneeling figures before him.
'How can he possess such formidable abilities? He is nothing more than a lowly demon. Why have we fallen to our knees in submission?'
"I am not just any demon, Mrs. Evangeline. I am Cerebraxis, the highest mind-controlling demon," Anon declared, his voice dripping with a potent mix of arrogance and authority.
"You can read our minds, can't you?" Valeria inquired cautiously, her eyes filled with both fear and curiosity.
"Yes, I can delve into your thoughts, unraveling the deepest recesses of your consciousness. Until now, I have been toying with Evangeline's mind," Anon replied, his smile growing wider, relishing in the display of power.
"What is it that you want from us?" Evangeline questioned, her voice trembling with a mix of apprehension and defiance.
"As I mentioned before, I require your unwavering servitude as your master," Anon responded calmly, his eyes gleaming with an unsettling intensity.
"What do you truly expect us to do for you?" Ravenna interjected, her voice filled with a fiery defiance that had rarely wavered until now.
Ravenna, who had always stood tall and unyielding, the epitome of honor within the house of Undead, was now willingly prostrating herself before a mere commoner, her pride momentarily set aside.
"Rise, all of you. Proceed to the bed and take a seat," Anon commanded, gesturing towards the nearby bed.
Obeying his instructions, the group moved to the bed, their bodies weary, but their minds alert to the looming presence of the enigmatic figure before them.
Suddenly, the entrance gate to the room swung open, revealing two towering Orcs, their hulking forms emanating an intimidating aura. In their hands, they carried a large blackboard, a tangible symbol of Anon's authority.
All five individuals tensed upon seeing the colossal green-skinned creatures, their hearts pounding with a mix of fear and uncertainty.
With a display of brute strength, the Orcs placed the blackboard beside Anon, their presence a silent reminder of the power he commanded.
"This is No.300, my loyal partner," Anon introduced his ogre companion, who is half naked still. Her boobs jiggling outside.
The group exchanged cautious glances, their minds filled with curiosity and apprehension.
"Hello," No.300 greeted.
"So, it was you who killed our husbands," Evangeline accused, her voice trembling with a mix of grief and anger.
Everyone turned to look at Evangeline, their expressions a mix of astonishment and confusion.
"Sister, what are you saying? Our husbands met their demise at the hands of Sir Mike. It is inconceivable for a mere commoner to be responsible for their deaths," Fona interjected, her voice filled with skepticism.
"Sister speaks the truth. Please refrain from making baseless accusations," Fola concurred, her eyes darting between Evangeline and Anon.
"You are correct. I was the one who ended their lives. However, I am intrigued. How did you discover my involvement?" Anon inquired, his eyes narrowing with curiosity, for he had taken great care to conceal his identity during the act.
"I caught a fleeting glimpse of your partner as you were leaving," Evangeline revealed, pointing a trembling finger towards No.300.
A mix of surprise and realization flickered across Anon's face, impressed by Evangeline's perceptiveness.I think you should take a look at
"Well, now that the truth is out in the open, let us move on to more pressing matters," Anon declared, his voice resonating with an air of authority.
"No, it wasn't just her. I have witnessed many others like her. How many of them are under your command?" Evangeline pressed, her voice filled with a mix of curiosity and apprehension.
An evil smile played upon Anon's lips, a chilling reflection of the power he wielded, as he leaned in closer, whispering into Evangeline's ear.
"I command a legion, more followers than the entire population of this continent, and their numbers grow with each passing second," he revealed, relishing in the subtle fear that washed over her.
A shiver ran down Evangeline's spine, her mind grappling with the implications of Anon's revelation.
"Now, I shall assign each of you a task, and you shall provide me with the means to accomplish it. Do you understand?" Anon declared, his eyes scanning the group before him.
He approached the blackboard, a tool that embodied both his dominance and the weight of their submission. With deliberate precision, he inscribed a single word upon it: "Control."
Confusion filled the eyes of the group as they stared at the enigmatic word, their minds racing to grasp its significance.
"Very well, I shall take that as a 'yes.' Your objective is clear: enlighten me on how I can seize control of this kingdom," Anon announced, his voice resonating with a chilling determination.
A moment of silence enveloped the room as the weight of the task settled upon them. Each member of the group felt the weight of their own thoughts, contemplating the possibilities before them.
"Now, Isabella, you're up first," Anon declared, his gaze fixed upon the counselor with an intense scrutiny.
"As a counselor, the task should not be insurmountable. Manipulate the king's mind, compelling him to grant you whatever you desire," Isabella suggested, her voice laced with a hint of cautious optimism.
"Nope, next. Valeria, the cunning queen," Anon continued, his eyes shifting to the formidable woman who had often wielded her influence with finesse.
"While this kingdom may appear to be ruled solely by the king, the truth is that the corrupted nobles hold the true reins of power. Manipulating their minds through your influence would pave the way for dominion," Valeria proposed, her voice carrying the weight of her astute observations.
"Excellent. So, you are suggesting that I subjugate the nobles, thus securing the kingdom for myself," Anon confirmed, nodding in approval of her cunning strategy.
"Now, Ravenna, it's your turn," Anon spoke, his smile now tinged with a hint of intrigue, for he recognized the boldness that defined Ravenna's nature.
"Provide me with an army of ten thousand, and by tomorrow morning, this kingdom shall be yours," Ravenna asserted with a thug-like expression, her voice resonating with audacious confidence.n--𝑜(-𝐯(-𝓮(.𝓁-.𝒷.-I.)n
"An interesting proposition, but one that I can achieve on my own. I decline your offer, for I seek to rule over a kingdom of the living, not one of the deceased," Anon explained, his words carrying a tone of calculated consideration.
"What about you, twin sisters?" Anon inquired, his gaze shifting towards Fola and Fona, the duo representing a unique perspective.
"Annihilate the other continents, and once the king becomes aware of this display of power, he will surrender himself," Fola proposed, her voice resonating with a cold and calculated approach.
"...Or, you can ruthlessly dismantle this kingdom, sending a clear message to other realms that their resistance would be met with unyielding force," Fona suggested, her words echoing a more brutal and decisive path.
"An intriguing idea. You speak of setting an example, of 'killing a chicken to scare the monkey.' However, that is not the best course of action, is it, Evangeline?" Anon uttered, his gaze locking onto Evangeline, his voice laced with both anticipation and challenge.
"Now, why don't you enlighten me, Evangeline, on the correct approach?" Anon's voice carried an air of authority, his piercing gaze fixed on Evangeline.
Evangeline met his intense stare with a mixture of hatred and resignation. She knew deep down that there was no alternative but to divulge the intricacies of their world's power dynamics.
"As Valeria has previously mentioned, a kingdom never operates solely based on the king's commands, but rather on the foundation of finances," Evangeline began, her voice steady despite the weight of her words. "Our kingdom procures resources from others through trade, facilitated by merchants traversing between kingdoms."
Anon nodded, absorbing her words as he listened intently.
"Food ingredients, cosmetics, weapons, and even slaves," Evangeline continued, her voice tinged with a hint of disdain. "Every kingdom in this world engages in trade, be it with elves, dwarfs, or beastmen. Each kingdom and its respective continent are interdependent due to the scarcity of resources."
Anon's eyes sparkled with curiosity as he leaned in, eager to learn more.
"For instance, dwarfs lack access to alcohol. Constantly toiling in mines, they require a substance to numb their bodies while refreshing their spirits. Unfortunately, their land's soil composition does not allow for the cultivation of the necessary ingredients," Evangeline explained, her voice taking on a somber tone.
"Consequently, they purchase wine and alcohol from humans. Similarly, humans acquire magical artifacts from dwarfs and spells crafted by elves," she continued, painting a vivid picture of the intricate web of trade connections.
Anon absorbed the information, his mind already formulating a plan.
"Elves, on the other hand, procure spices and prostitutes from humans. However, humans often venture into elven territories, capturing and selling them as slaves," Evangeline continued, her voice laced with a mixture of sorrow and anger.
Anon's expression grew more serious as he grasped the underlying power dynamics.
"This interdependence acts as a leash, aptly named 'The Trading Leash,' constraining each kingdom's trade balance with others," Evangeline explained, emphasizing the significance of the term.
Anon leaned back, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. "If you gain control over this leash, you shall become the rulers of all kingdoms within this world," he mused aloud. "No king would dare oppose your decisions. Should anyone do so, you simply sever trading ties with them. In just three days, their kingdom will descend into hunger and suffering."
A smile tugged at the corner of Anon's lips as he envisioned the immense power such control would bestow upon him.
Evangeline, too, couldn't help but feel a flicker of hope amidst the darkness that had enveloped her heart.
"Excellent. This is the key to ruling the world, not through brute force but through strategic manipulation," Anon declared, his voice filled with determination. "However, Mrs. Evangeline, I suspect this plan has its flaws."
Evangeline nodded, acknowledging the inherent challenges that lay before them.
"Indeed, there are three significant flaws within this strategy," she admitted, her voice tinged with caution.I think you should take a look at
"Firstly, control over the traders," she began, her gaze locked with Anon's. "As previously mentioned, attempting to control every single trader across the globe is an insurmountable task. Additionally, we must contend with corrupt nobles, who prove to be more treacherous than the demon lord himself. They would sell their wives and daughters to save their own skins."
Anon's brows furrowed, his mind already calculating potential solutions to this obstacle.
"Secondly, the unification of forces," Evangeline continued, her voice growing somber. "If word spreads that someone aims to seize control over the entire world, kingdoms would inevitably unite their forces to eliminate the threat, much as they did with the demon king in the past. He, too, sought world domination, just like us."
Anon's eyes narrowed, a glimmer of defiance flickering within them. He was undeterred by the challenges that lay ahead.
"Thirdly, the workflow," Evangeline concluded, her voice tinged with concern. "To exercise power over the traders, we would need to implement a permission system for every trade, regardless of its scale. Yet, establishing such a system would demand ceaseless dedication, as it would require a staggering workload of 72 hours per day. A single individual could not withstand such pressure."
Anon leaned back, his mind racing with possibilities. He had expected challenges, but he was prepared to overcome them all.
"You have presented valuable insights, Mrs. Evangeline," Anon acknowledged, his voice brimming with appreciation. "Your knowledge and experience are invaluable to my cause."
Anon's gaze shifted to the other members of the group, his voice filled with determination. "We stand on the precipice of a grand undertaking, one that requires strategic thinking and unwavering commitment. I trust each of you to play your part in this endeavor or die simple."
Isabella, Ravenna, and the others exchanged glances, their eyes reflecting a mix of trepidation and resolve. They had chosen to follow Anon, knowing that he will kill them if they opposed but they were also excited to take over the world with him.
"Now," Anon declared, his voice resonating with unwavering conviction, "shall we invite the traders from this continent to a meeting with me?"
A ripple of anticipation spread through the group, their minds already envisioning the grand scheme that was beginning to take shape.
"You want us to control their minds?" Isabella questioned, her voice betraying a mix of curiosity and concern.
"I possess the power to influence their minds," Anon affirmed, a glimmer of confidence in his eyes. "But I will need your assistance in instilling fear. Make them tremble at the mere mention of my name. Kidnap their daughters and wives, ensuring they understand the consequences of opposing me."
"Eh...?" Ravenna's voice quivered with uncertainty. "But if you possess the power to control their minds, why would you fear them?"
A mischievous smile played across Anon's lips as he responded, his voice laced with a mix of anticipation and mystery. "Fear is a powerful tool, my dear. I shall handle their minds; your role is to carry out my instructions diligently. If you failed to do so, i will give you to the orcs in the breeding chamber and you will be used in my plan to take over the world but in other means."
Isabella, Ravenna, and the others exchanged glances, a newfound determination shining in their eyes. They were prepared to face the challenges ahead, to embrace the darkness in pursuit of a greater purpose.
Together, they embarked on a journey that would test their resolve, their wits, and their very souls. Little did they know that their actions would shape the fate of their world, forever altering the balance of power.
Next day...
Anon awoke to the sound of heavy rain pouring outside. Lightning illuminated the sky, casting an eerie glow through his window. The storm raged on, creating an atmosphere of raw power and intensity.
"In this weather, I crave a chocolate shake and some cookies. Rainy days are my favorite," Anon mused, gazing out at the tempestuous scene with a mix of awe and excitement. There was something about the chaos of nature that stirred his adventurous spirit.
With the academy closed due to the relentless downpour, Anon sought something to occupy his time.
The previous night's encounters with the ogre girls had left him fatigued and his swollen dick yearned for a break after claiming so many virginities last night.
"Those tight pussies got me last night, hehehe." Anon laughed.
"It's been a while since I checked my status. Let's see how it looks now."
Anon tapped into his mind and accessed his status, eager to see the progress he had made until now...
Status:
[Name: Anon Agreil]
[Level: 64]
[Exp: 30,009,655/990,000,000]
[SP: 254]
[Age: 16]
[Race: Human]
[Class: Cerebraxis]
[Mana: 240,400/240,400]
[HP: 480,800/480,800]
[Skills: 199+ Skills]
[SBP: 30,000]
[Book of Wisdom]
[Recipe Shop]
[Skill Combo Loadout]
"Now this looks impressive. My status resembles to a final boss now," Anon murmured, a sense of pride surging within him. He had grown immensely in power and experience, becoming a force to be reckoned with in this supernatural realm.
Hmmm, let's see if the skill shop has something intresting in it.
[Skill Shop Can't be opened due to severed connection with demon gods.]
"Sealed off because I can't contact the demon gods. Hmmm, what to do now?" Anon pondered, his mind brimming with possibilities.
"Let's take a round in the underground city."
Deciding to venture into the underground city and witness the ongoing activities of the ogres, Anon prepared himself.
As he made his way through the underground passages, Anon marveled at the intricate architecture and the bustling community that thrived within the depths.I think you should take a look at
"We greet you, your majesty," the guards stationed at the entrance bowed in unison, their respect palpable in the air. Anon acknowledged their gesture with a nod, acknowledging the responsibility that came with his newfound position.
"Yes, yes... Where is everyone?" Anon inquired, his gaze sweeping across the vicinity. He expected to witness the ogres engaged in their various endeavors, utilizing their unique skills and strengths.
"Your majesty, everyone is currently asleep since it's daytime up there," one of the guards responded, pointing toward the ceiling above. The underground city operated on a reversed day-night cycle, allowing the ogres to carry out their tasks in harmony with their nocturnal nature.
"Ah, yes. I forgot you all sleep during the day and work at night," Anon acknowledged, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. The ogres' unique lifestyle fascinated him, offering glimpses into a world that operated differently from the human realm.
"I wonder what sephie is upto ?"
Anon's curiosity led him toward Sephie's lab, where the brilliant scientist pursued her groundbreaking experiments. The lab stood as a testament to her ingenuity, housing an array of advanced machinery and mystical artifacts.
As Anon approached the entrance gate to Sephie's lab, a low rumbling sound reverberated through the air. The gate, infused with enchantments and powered by intricate mechanisms, responded to his presence.
"Welcome, master. Please enter," the gate spoke, its metallic voice resonating with a hint of reverence. The gate swung open, granting Anon access to the domain of knowledge and innovation within.
Anon stepped into Sephie's lab and was immediately greeted by an otherworldly ambiance. The mana in the air was dense, crackling with an untapped power. The lab's interior was a fusion of metal and arcane wonders, a testament to Sephie's relentless pursuit of scientific advancement.
His eyes scanned the room, taking in the sights of shelves adorned with preserved monster organs sealed in crystal jars. The shelves stood as silent witnesses to the extensive research conducted within these walls.
Making his way toward the experiment room, Anon beheld Sephie and her trusted assistant, Ogre No.7069, engaged in a momentous project. They stood before an imposing figure—an ogre adorned in an intricately crafted suit of mithril armor. At the armor's core, a pulsating blue hue radiated with untamed energy.
"Okay, No.9799, try it now," Sephie commanded, her voice resonating with a mix of excitement and anticipation. With a well-practiced motion, she clicked on the blue core situated at the armor's center, unleashing a surge of power.
As the core activated, its vibrant blue hue transformed into a deep, intense red, illuminating the room with a mesmerizing glow. The air crackled with energy, the very essence of the room pulsating with newfound potential.
No.9799, the ogre entrusted with the trial, prepared to showcase his strength. He reached for a rod adorned with heavy weight plates, its sheer mass dwarfing the strength of any ordinary being. With unwavering determination, he attempted to lift the colossal weight.
However, the immense strain took its toll on No.9799's body. His eyes, nose, and ears began to bleed, a testament to the raw power coursing through his veins. Before he could regain his balance, his body succumbed to the overwhelming force, collapsing onto the floor, unconscious.
"Another failure," Sephie spoke with a tinge of disappointment, her shoulders slumping momentarily. Despite her brilliant mind and tireless efforts, success eluded her grasp in this particular endeavor.
"What were you trying to accomplish, exactly?" Anon questioned, his voice laced with curiosity and a touch of concern. Sephie and Ogre No.7069 swiftly turned their attention toward Anon, acknowledging his presence with a respectful bow.
"Master."
"Your majesty."
"That device looks intriguing. What does it do exactly?" Anon inquired, his gaze shifting between the gleaming armor and the enigmatic core at its center. The complexity of the creation piqued his interest, sparking a flame of curiosity within his mind.
"Master, I have dedicated the past seventy days to its development," Sephie began, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of pride and ambition. She reveled in the opportunity to explain her work to someone who understood and appreciated the intricacies of her craft.
"Hmm, what does it do? Or rather, what was its intended purpose?" Anon probed further, his tone laced with genuine curiosity. He admired Sephie's tenacity and her unwavering commitment to pushing the boundaries of scientific exploration.
"This creation was designed to amplify the power of ogres, forging a path toward their ascendance," Sephie explained, her voice carrying a tinge of excitement. She believed in the potential of her creation, the possibility of empowering the ogre race to reach new heights of strength and capability.
"But it seems that I have encountered consistent setbacks and disappointments," Sephie confessed, a hint of frustration seeping into her words. Despite her expertise, she found herself grappling with unforeseen obstacles that hindered the realization of her vision.
"Why has it been unsuccessful?" Anon inquired, his mind working to unravel the intricacies of the situation. He understood that behind every failure lay valuable lessons, ripe with potential for growth and innovation.
"The core, obtained from monsters, does not respond as expected within this construct," Sephie revealed, her voice tinged with a mix of frustration and determination. She knew that the key to unlocking the potential of her creation lay in understanding and harnessing the elusive nature of the core.
"Please elaborate," Anon requested, his eyes fixed on the core's pulsating glow, his mind spinning with possibilities.
"This core forms within a monster when it absorbs mana from its surroundings, storing the excess energy that it fails to utilize," Sephie elucidated, her voice filled with the passion of a true scholar. "However, within this construct, it has displayed unpredictable behavior, defying our attempts to harness its true potential."
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As Sephie concluded her explanation, a sudden, blaring sound echoed through the lab, jolting both Anon and Sephie from their conversation. The piercing alarm-like noise signaled an urgent development, demanding their immediate attention.
"What's happening?" Anon asked, a mix of concern and anticipation filling his voice. His eyes darted around the room, searching for clues to decipher the source of the disturbance.
"Something not good is happening within the Nightmare Forest," Sephie revealed, her voice laced with a sense of urgency. She swiftly maneuvered toward her private chamber, her steps fueled by a combination of anxiety and determination.
As Sephie swung open the doors to her room, she hurriedly approached a large screen, its surface illuminated with a multitude of images depicting different areas within the Nightmare Forest—a realm known for its sinister and dangerous inhabitants.
"Madam Sephie, there," No.7069 pointed toward one of the screens, drawing their attention to a specific location within the forest.
Anon and Sephie locked their gaze upon the screen, their eyes widening with disbelief and apprehension. The image displayed a massive horde of zombies emerging from the depths of the Nightmare Forest.
"This is dire," Sephie spoke, her voice laced with worry, her eyes scanning the vast horde that loomed before them.
"Can we face them head-on?" Anon's voice resounded with determination, his gaze fixed on the oncoming army of the undead.
"No, I fear no one can withstand them," Sephie replied, her tone grim and heavy with foreboding.
Anon clenched his fists, his mind racing with thoughts of strategies and possibilities. "Where are they heading towards?" he asked, his voice steady despite the urgency in his words.
"Their path leads straight to the royal capital," Sephie answered, her voice tinged with concern. "But it's not just humans within that mass of zombies. It comprises creatures of all kinds—animals, monsters—turned into mindless abominations. And among them, there is an A-rank monster zombie, the greatest threat of all."
Anon's brow furrowed as he absorbed the gravity of the situation. "Can the king's royal army stop them?" he inquired, hoping for a glimmer of hope amidst the encroaching darkness.
Sephie sighed, her eyes filled with sorrow. "Based on the intelligence reports, they might be able to hold them back for a maximum of three days, but they lack the power to eradicate them entirely," she explained, her gaze fixed on the screen before her, the display mirroring the relentless advance of the undead.
Anon glanced at the clock on the wall, his mind calculating the precious time slipping away. "How much time until they reach the first gate of the capital?" he asked, his voice tinged with urgency.
Sephie checked the data, her fingers swiftly tapping on the keyboard. "Approximately 19 hours," she answered, her voice filled with a mix of apprehension and determination.
"F...fuck," Anon muttered, frustration seeping into his words. "I thought I could have at least a moment's respite before facing another catastrophe," he spoke, his frustration mingled with a resolve that burned in his eyes.
Meanwhile, in the House of the Noble Undead...
Frank lounged amidst a group of girls, reveling in their adoration, their hands tending to his every need. Grapes were fed to him one by one, their succulent taste a brief respite from the impending storm.
A mischievous glint sparkled in Frank's eyes as he observed a spider making its way across the table. "Hey, look, a spider," he remarked to one of the girls, a playful smile dancing upon his lips.
Fear instantly gripped the girl's heart, and she sought refuge in Frank's embrace, her voice trembling. "Hiiiiaaa... Master Frank, save me," she pleaded, her body trembling with both fear and excitement.
Frank's demeanor shifted, his eyes glinting with predatory instinct. Baring his fangs, he swiftly sunk them into the girl's neck, a hunger awakening within him as her life force flowed into him, invigorating and exhilarating.I think you should take a look at
With a satisfied sigh, Frank released his grip, blood staining his lips. "Sip-Sip Haaa, delicious," he murmured, relishing the rich taste that lingered upon his tongue.
His moment of indulgence was interrupted by a butler, a figure exuding a calm and enigmatic aura, stepping forward and presenting a screen. The butler's glasses glinted, reflecting the room's dim light, his eyes radiating an otherworldly crimson glow.
Frank glanced at the screen, curiosity piqued. "What is this?" he inquired, his voice laced with anticipation.
The butler spoke with a composed tone, offering an explanation. "These are the brainless undead creatures known as 'zombies,' sir. They are devoid of pain, devoid of emotions, and they operate solely on absolute commands."
Frank's smile widened, mischief dancing in his eyes. "Interesting. Get me 1000 of these creatures," he commanded, his voice laced with excitement and intrigue.
The butler nodded, acknowledging the order. "Very well, sir. I shall make the necessary arrangements."
As Frank gazed at the screen, his eyes widened, his smile vanishing. "Wait... what?" His tone shifted, morphing into a grave seriousness that matched the impending danger.
"Yes, sir," the butler confirmed, his voice steady and calm, unruffled by the looming crisis.
Instinctively, Frank's gaze darted towards the girls attending to his needs, and a sense of alarm gripped his heart. "Ahhh, everyone, out of the fucking room now!" he bellowed, his voice reverberating with urgency.
The girls scattered, hastening to obey Frank's command, their footsteps echoing down the hall. Only the butler remained, standing resolute by Frank's side.
Frank stared at the butler, his eyes filled with determination. "Udaris, what do we do now?" he asked, his voice steady, his resolve unwavering.
The butler, Udaris, maintained his calm demeanor, his voice measured. "Master, it is crucial that we gather our forces for battle. The Mutual Relationship Rule shall be implemented, as this is an S-Rank danger," he explained, his words carrying the weight of experience and strategy.
Frank nodded, his expression growing solemn. "Udaris," he spoke, rising from his seat, "assemble all of our soldiers. I shall personally investigate if there is someone behind this."
Udaris bowed, his eyes fixed on Frank. "Yes, Master. I shall fulfill your command promptly."
The House of Witches...
Marinda, the head witch, sat engrossed in her paperwork, the room filled with an air of bustling activity. Shelly, her assistant, rushed towards her, clutching a tablet in her hands.
"Madam Marinda, please have a look at this," Shelly implored, her voice tinged with urgency.
Marinda glanced up, a hint of annoyance on her face. "What is it, Shelly? Can't you see I'm occupied with important matters? Tell me it's a matter of utmost significance, or better yet, you've discovered the whereabouts of that insufferable Anon," she scoffed, her voice tinged with frustration.
***
Shelly's expression turned grave, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and urgency. "Madam, this is not a personal matter. It concerns an S-Rank danger," she revealed, the weight of her words settling heavily upon the room.
Marinda's annoyance dissipated, her eyes widening with surprise. She set aside her work, her attention fully captured. "An S-Rank danger? Do you even comprehend the magnitude of such a classification?" she questioned, her voice tinged with disbelief.
Shelly approached Marinda, extending the tablet. "Madam, please take a look," she urged, her voice conveying the gravity of the situation.
Marinda's face grew increasingly somber as she perused the contents of the tablet. Four simple words escaped her lips, laden with concern, "How much time remains?"
Shelly's voice held a sense of urgency as she answered, "Approximately 20 hours, Madam."
Marinda's mind raced, her thoughts consumed by the looming catastrophe. "Damn, less than a day...," she muttered, her voice filled with determination. Her eyes turned steely, her gaze fixed on the raindrops cascading down the windowpane.
"What unfolds in our kingdom?" Marinda questioned, her voice a whisper carried away by the pitter-patter of rain.
Shelly hesitated for a moment, her eyes filled with concern. "Madam, should I recall all the young Madams as well?" she asked, her voice carrying a mix of apprehension and resolve.
Marinda's expression hardened, her eyes blazing with determination. "Yes, and contact the Elf Kingdom as well. It's time for them to honor the debt they owe us," she declared, her voice laced with authority.
"What does this storm brings with it?" she murmured, her voice barely audible, lost amidst the rain's gentle melody.n-.𝑜--𝚟/)𝔢.(𝓁//𝐛/)I()n
House of the Dragon Flames...
"Sir, it's an emergency." The door of the family leader's room burst open as a knight rushed in, his breath heavy and face filled with urgency.
Bolge, in the midst of his rigorous sword training, swiftly turned towards the knight, his sword raised, and a deadly serious expression etched on his face.
"You'd better give me a damn good reason to spare your pathetic life, or forget about walking out of here alive," Bolge spoke, his voice laced with a chilling authority.
"M-My lord, an S-Rank danger is approaching the royal capital. The elders of the house are waiting for you in the meeting room. Sir Griffith ordered me to call you immediately. Please, spare me," the knight pleaded, his voice quivering.
Bolge's intense gaze never wavered as he slowly lowered his sword, sensing the gravity of the situation.
"What is your name again?" Bolge asked, his voice demanding respect.
"I am John, Sir," the knight replied, his voice filled with both fear and reverence.
"John, you have shown bravery today. Now tell me, where is the third knight captain?" Bolge inquired, his voice carrying a sense of purpose.
"Sir, Lady Silk has been missing since yesterday evening. We have launched a search, but so far, we have found no trace of her," John answered, his voice tinged with concern.
"Good, John. Stand up," Bolge commanded, his tone unwavering.
John rose to his feet, his gaze meeting Bolge's unwavering stare, a mixture of surprise and curiosity in his eyes.
"John, from this moment forward, you are the new third knight captain," Bolge declared with conviction.
"Y-Yes, sir?" John stammered, clearly taken aback by the sudden promotion.
"Yes, unless you have any objections. Speak now, or gather the knights of your platoon," Bolge stated firmly, his voice brooking no dissent.
"But, sir, who would listen to a knight like me?" John questioned, his voice laced with self-doubt.
"Consider this your promotion," Bolge said, his hand igniting in flames. From the flames, he produced a badge adorned with a fearsome dragon emblem.
With a swift motion, Bolge tossed the badge to John, who caught it in awe.I think you should take a look at
"Do you have any further questions, Third Knight Captain?" Bolge asked, his voice resonating with authority.
"Huh...? N-No, sir," John replied, a mixture of astonishment and gratitude evident in his voice.
"Then go and gather your platoon," Bolge's voice boomed, commanding respect like that of a seasoned army general.
"Y-Yes, Sir," John replied, his voice filled with newfound determination as he promptly left the room.
"Where are you, Silk? You chose the worst possible time to vanish. First, Anon disappears, and now you. What a mess," Bolge muttered to himself as he finished dressing and made his way towards the meeting room.
As Bolge entered the meeting room, he was greeted by a round table filled with elder members of the house, their eyes fixed upon a massive screen displaying millions of undead creatures marching relentlessly towards the royal capital from the depths of the nightmare forest.
"Greetings, grandpas. What is the situation?" Bolge inquired, his voice filled with both curiosity and authority, as he walked in and took a seat in the largest chair in the room.
"An S-Rank Danger is approaching the royal capital," Griffith, an elderly man in his seventies, responded, his voice resonating with experience and wisdom.
"Well, can we annihilate them or not?" Bolge asked bluntly, his gaze fixed on the screen.
"No, these creatures are mindless zombies, devoid of emotions or senses. They feel no fear, no anger, and no pain," a bespectacled man stood up, his voice conveying a sense of concern.
"You call that an S-Rank danger? They are simply mindless vegetables walking towards us. Just cut them into a thousand pieces, and they won't be able to fight back, right? They lack a mind, after all," Bolge scoffed, his expression carefree and confident.
Griffith exchanged a knowing glance with the others before speaking. "Show him."
"Yes, sir," the bespectacled man responded, playing another video on the screen.
The video displayed a zombie slowly approaching an eight-legged arcane spider, its relentless pace undeterred by the spider's presence.
"Is that an eight-legged arcane spider? I've hunted a few before. Their armor is remarkably sturdy, and their legs sharper than any sword," Bolge remarked, his eyes focused on the screen.
"Their body parts are used to craft the strongest armor in the kingdom, sir," the bespectacled man confirmed, his voice carrying a note of caution.
As the video continued, the zombie closed in on the arcane spider, its unyielding determination evident.
In a defensive move, the spider lunged, its sharp legs striking the zombie's body with full force.
To everyone's astonishment, upon contact, the spider's legs shattered into fragments, like glass hitting a stone wall.
Bolge's eyes widened in both surprise and realization, a newfound respect for the undead threat growing within him.
"What was that?" Bolge asked, his voice filled with a mix of astonishment and intrigue.
"That's not all, sir. Please, continue watching," Griffith spoke, his voice carrying a sense of urgency.
As the video progressed, the arcane spider, recognizing the danger posed by the zombie, attempted to retreat, darting away with impressive speed.
Yet, to everyone's shock, the zombie seized the spider's leg, wrenching it back with a strength that defied its undead nature.
With a savage hunger, the zombie sank its teeth into the spider's thick, resilient exoskeleton, its determination unyielding.
The room fell silent, the observers witnessing the grotesque scene unfold before their eyes.
"What the hell is that?" Bolge exclaimed, a mixture of disbelief and newfound respect in his voice, as the realization of the threat dawned upon him.
"Prepare the soldiers and equip them with the finest armor. I don't think this war will be ending soon. Send the alliance papers to every household," Bolge commanded.
"Yes, sir," an elderly man rose from his chair and left the room. He wore the armor of a knight and proudly displayed a dragon badge on his chest.
This man was none other than the Second Knight Captain of the Dragon House, known for his unwavering loyalty and unwavering dedication to the cause.
"I shall retrieve my royal armor. The rest of you, prepare yourselves as well. We are going into battle. If anyone objects to my decision, speak now or fight for me," Bolge declared, his voice resonating with authority. He stood up, emanating a threatening aura that sent shivers down the spines of those present.
In an instant, a man wearing glasses attempted to raise his hand, but Griffith, Bolge's trusted lieutenant, swiftly intervened, grabbing his hand to prevent him.
"What do you think you're doing, glasses?" Griffith inquired, his eyes narrowing.
"S-Sir, fighting them is absurd. We will lose. This war is impossible to win. I am objecting to the leader's decision because he said anyone could object if they wanted," the bespectacled man expressed his concerns, his voice trembling.
"Oh...? And what do you think he will do when you object to his decision?" Griffith retorted, his voice dripping with a mix of amusement and warning.
"L-Listen to my idea of retreat...?" the man with glasses stammered, his confidence waning.
Griffith sighed deeply, contemplating the man's words. He understood the fear and doubt that clouded the room. The odds were stacked against them, and the enemy they faced was formidable. But retreating now would only spell their doom.
"How long have you been with the house?" Griffith asked, his voice taking on a somber tone.
"Only five days, sir..." the man with glasses admitted, his voice lacking conviction.
"That's why you don't understand. If you mention the word 'retreat' in front of him, he will dig your grave before killing you. Now, silence yourself before your blood stains this floor," Griffith warned firmly, his grip on the man's hand tightening.
The room fell into an uneasy silence. The truth in Griffith's words lingered, weighing heavily on their minds. They knew that Bolge, their leader, was a force to be reckoned with, his unwavering determination matching the strength of his sword arm.
"In other words, it's fight or die," Griffith asserted, releasing the man's hand.
"Very well, I shall take my leave now," Bolge announced, his piercing gaze scanning the hall, ensuring that no objections were voiced.
Bolge exited through the gate, and the tension in the room began to dissipate, albeit slightly. The remaining members of the group exchanged nervous glances, their hearts heavy with the weight of the impending battle.
"I understand that what has transpired is unfortunate, and some of you may consider fleeing today. I do not know who you are, nor do I care to know. I will step outside for a smoke, and for those who wish to leave, simply exit the room and vacate the mansion within the hour. If you are found inside this mansion one hour from now, no one will be more dangerous than me. Now, ladies and gentlemen, take your time," Griffith spoke, his voice filled with a mixture of resignation and determination.
With that, he rose from his chair, leaving the room, cigar in hand. Griffith stood before a large glass window, gazing outside as he lit the cigar and began to smoke. His thoughts were consumed by the gravity of the situation.I think you should take a look at
"What is happening within this damn kingdom? First, the invasion of the Ogres into the seventh ring, and now these undead creatures. Is this all mere coincidence, or is someone orchestrating it?" Griffith mused sadly, his smile tainted with sorrow.
Suddenly, the man with the glasses approached Griffith from behind, his footsteps hesitant.
"S-Sir Griffith, I am sorry, but-" the man began, his voice wavering.
Before he could utter another word, Griffith raised his hand, gesturing for him to stop. The message was clear - his words were unnecessary.
"Just leave if you want to. Spare me the excuses," Griffith commanded, his eyes fixed on the horizon.
The man nodded, his face filled with a mixture of relief and disappointment. He understood that further conversation would be futile. With a heavy heart, he turned and left the room, closing the door behind him.
After smoking the entire cigar, Griffith reentered the room, the lingering scent of tobacco clinging to his clothes. He surveyed the scene, noting that five individuals had already left.
"Well, it seems we had some cowards among us, huh?" Griffith remarked, his smile faintly visible amidst the somber atmosphere.
"Madam Aven, too, huh...?" Griffith's tone turned melancholic as he glanced at one of the vacant seats, memories of battles fought side by side flooding his mind.
"Don't be foolish, Griffith. We went to retrieve our royal weapons. Do you really think we would leave like cowards?" a woman with purple hair and purple eyes entered the room, her voice filled with determination. She wielded two swords, one in each hand, a testament to her skill and readiness for battle.
Three more elderly men followed her into the room, their faces etched with wrinkles that told tales of past wars and countless victories. They exchanged knowing glances with Griffith, their eyes conveying a silent camaraderie.
"You old bastards dared to play tricks on me. If I survive tomorrow, I will surely have my revenge," Griffith remarked, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he playfully taunted his comrades.
"We should begin strategizing now," one of the elderly men suggested, his voice filled with authority born of experience.
"Indeed. Please share your thoughts on what we can do in this situation," Griffith invited, his gaze shifting from one seasoned warrior to another.
"Sir, may i come in ?" The guy wearing glasses spoke.
"Hmmm...? You are back too huh ?" Griffith asked with a smile.
"Sir, what is the benefit of running ? If the kingdom that i pledged to serve doesn't remains."
Denver House of Justice...
Great Mother's Room...
"Where is my baby son, Ren?" the Great Mother demanded, her grip tightening on the collar of one of the knights.
"G-Great Mother, we just received a message from Master Ren. It reads, 'I will be away for a week. Do not attempt to contact me or search for me. I will return in one week or possibly sooner. Love, Mother,'" the knight relayed, his voice laced with concern for the Great Mother's well-being.
"Oh, my baby. What are you doing out in the wilderness? There are too many monsters outside," the Great Mother lamented, her face filled with a mix of maternal love and worry.
"Great Mother, the soldiers are prepared," a knight reported as he entered the room, bowing respectfully.
"Very well. May the gods be with us," the Great Mother said with a hint of determination, her voice carrying the weight of responsibility.
The illustrious Great Mother, a beacon of purity and authority, draped herself in a resplendent robe that exuded pristine whiteness from its top to its flowing hem. Adorned with a prominent cross at its center, the fabric was so delicately thin that it hinted at the curves of her ample bosom, accentuating her every contour with a subtle allure. As she led the procession, her regal figure captivated the knights who accompanied her, their eyes unable to resist stealing glances filled with desire and longing.
Engrossed in their own private conversation, two knights exchanged hushed words in their attempt to decipher the Great Mother's status. "Yo, do you think the Great Mother is still a virgin?" one of the knights quizzically posed to his companion.
With a scoff of disbelief, the other knight swiftly retorted, "You daft fool! How do you think Master Ren came into this world? Clearly, she is not."
Realizing the folly of his question, the first knight sought clarification, "Ah, I see. But have you ever seen his father?"
"Alas, his father met a valiant end on the battlefield, my friend," the second knight solemnly revealed, hoping to put an end to the line of inquiry.
Nonetheless, the first knight, seemingly unable to resist the temptation, continued, "True, but her allure and captivating curves are still undeniable."
"Indeed, they are. If granted just a single night alone with the Great Mother, I would willingly devote my life to prayers," the second knight mused, caught in a daydream of desire.
However, their conversation came to an abrupt halt as a female knight, walking silently behind them, interjected. "Oi, there's a lady right behind you. Can you not speak with such indiscretion?"
Taken aback by her presence, the first knight blurted out, "You are a lady?"
With a tone of exasperation, the female knight responded, "Of course, what kind of question is that?"
The first knight, undeterred, attempted to make a lighthearted observation, pointing at her chest, "Well, I don't see any breasts here, only a plain landscape. I daresay you possess the visage of a girl but the physique of a boy."I think you should take a look at
Chuckling in agreement, the second knight joined in, "He's got a point."
Seething with anger, the female knight, Olivia, unleashed a swift reprimand, "You insolent fools..."
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Before Olivia could utter another word, the Great Mother, aware of the disturbance, turned back to face the three knights. Her gaze penetrated their very souls as she inquired, "Is something the matter?"
Witnessing the Great Mother's piercing gaze, the two knights hurriedly adjusted their helmets, attempting to regain composure. "Everything is in order, Great Mother. Please proceed," Olivia reassured, her voice now steady and respectful.
Without a word, the Great Mother resumed her steady march toward the grand hall, ascending the stage with a regal grace. As her presence filled the room, every knight in attendance, numbering over ten thousand, knelt in unison, their armor resplendent in polished silver plates, each cape bearing a bold, symbolic cross.
In response to the Great Mother's arrival, the hall seemed to tremble momentarily, the collective weight of their devotion manifesting in a tangible shudder. As she commanded them to rise, the knights obeyed, standing tall and resolute, their unwavering dedication evident.
"Stand up all of you."
Addressing her loyal knights, the Great Mother's voice thundered with unwavering determination, "You, my elite knights of House Denver, have remained faithful to God, and He has protected your families from harm until this day. But now, He calls upon me to safeguard His sacred domain from the unholy creatures that approach from the depths of the Nightmare Forest."
With each word, her voice resonated with fervor and righteousness, carrying a resolute determination that stirred the hearts of all who listened. "Shall I answer God's call? Shall I vow that we shall fight until the bitter end, protecting His home without a single falter? Shall I declare, in my name, that no knight shall fall until every last abomination is vanquished?"
A resounding affirmation echoed through the hall, as each knight drew their swords and pointed them upward, their voices raised in unison, "Yes, ma'am!"
The very foundations of the chamber seemed to tremble as the knights declared their unwavering commitment to the Creator, their collective battle cry reverberating with an otherworldly power. The Great Mother, eyes ablaze with fervor, repeated her command, seeking an even greater response, "I cannot hear you, soldiers! Are you prepared to serve the Creator? Or will you perish in vain?"
The chamber erupted in an overwhelming roar, a proclamation of unyielding loyalty. "WE WILL SERVE THE GOD, MA'AM!"
A surge of energy coursed through the hall, tangible vibrations causing the very walls to tremble. The Great Mother acknowledged their unwavering commitment with a serene smile as she raised her hand and a bright light came out of it. "May the gods bestow their blessings upon each and every one of you."
In the midst of the fervor, two knights who had been part of the Great Mother's escort party whispered their disapproval. "And that, my friends, is how you brainwash unwavering loyalty in thousands of soldiers, even without qny reason," one knight remarked sarcastically.
His companion chimed in, "Indeed, a simple spell called 'Light' can have such a profound effect, masquerading as divine blessing."
Their words were cut short as Olivia swiftly intervened, striking both knights on their heads with her gauntlet-clad hand, ensuring their silence and respect.
Within the House of the Alchemists...
A man sat on his imposing throne, with men and women bowing before him in a grand hall. The room buzzed with anticipation as the air grew thick with a sense of urgency.
"House leader, you summoned us?" One of the young men spoke, his voice filled with a mix of curiosity and determination.
"Yes, an S-rank danger approaches us. All seven houses have formed an alliance, and we are tasked with crafting potions for the soldiers who will fight in the upcoming battle. Though we may lack conventional combat skills, as potion and medicine crafters, we possess the ability to defend ourselves, do we not?" The family leader spoke, his voice resonating with authority.
"Yes, Sir!" All the alchemists chorused, their voices brimming with confidence.
"Now, those who wish to participate in the fight, please proceed to that room. Those who choose to support the other six families by making potions, go to the other room. I harbor no ill will toward those who opt for potion-making; I appreciate your support for the house. Make your choice." The leader commanded, his gaze sweeping across the room.
Immediately, the numbers split down the middle as some chose to create potions, while others elected to join the battle. Determination etched on their faces, they moved with purpose, their steps filled with resolve.
"Good. Those who will create potions may commence their work, and those who will fight, come with me." The leader declared, rising from his throne and leading the way towards the other room. The alchemists who had chosen to fight followed him, their footsteps echoing with a sense of unity and bravery.
The family leader shed his coat, and all the family members who joined him in combat took their seats on wooden chairs. The room became a chamber of strategy, a crucible of war.
He unveiled a large blackboard, previously concealed by a cloth, revealing intricate drawings that showcased the upcoming battlefield. Symbols denoting undead forces clashed with those representing the Kingdom's troops, while smaller circles designated the teams.
"Ladies and gentlemen, you have chosen to fight. I do not need to know your motivations, be it to project toughness or a desire for more excitement than making potions for others. What matters is that we are here together. Our house, known for generations of alchemy, has supplied potions to adventurers. But today, in this imminent war, we will not act solely as alchemists. We shall demonstrate our worth and prove that we too can fight. We are not mere alchemists at the beck and call of others' orders. Do you agree with me?" The family leader asked, his voice filled with determination.
"Yes, Sir!" they all answered in unison, their voices resounding with conviction.
"Good. Now, let us discuss the strategy we will deploy in the upcoming battle." The leader proceeded to explain the intricate details of the battle plan, his words instilling a sense of purpose and confidence in the hearts of his comrades.
Meanwhile, at the Martial House...
"Sir, please take a look at this." Helix spoke, his voice filled with urgency, as he handed a screen to the leader of the Martial House. The screen displayed an ominous image of the Nightmare Forest, where the looming danger awaited.
"Yes, I know, Helix. I have already received the alliance policy paperwork from all the houses. Your efficiency in these matters seems to be declining." The family leader spoke, his voice tinged with a hint of amusement as he signed the alliance papers.
"I apologize for my incompetence, sir," Helix responded, his voice laced with a mix of remorse and determination.
"No problem." The family leader reassured him, his voice calm and composed.
"I will immediately inform Madam Luna about this, sir." Helix began to depart, his steps quickening as he prepared to relay the urgent information.I think you should take a look at
"She knows. She was the one who handed me the alliance papers." The family leader informed him, his voice filled with confidence.
"Ah, is that so." Helix stopped in his tracks, a look of surprise crossing his face. He realized that the pieces were already in motion, orchestrated by their formidable leader.
"Then, should I prepare the soldiers, sir?" Helix asked, his voice respectful as he sought guidance.
"No—" before the family leader could continue, the doors to his room swung open, and a werewolf girl wearing a knight's armor entered, her presence commanding attention.
"Father, I'm here." She announced, her voice laced with a sense of determination and loyalty, as she bowed before her leader.
This girl was none other than Luna herself, a warrior of remarkable skill and unwavering resolve.
Helix looked on, perplexed. He was the commander of the Martial House's army, and after him, it was expected that the family leader's first son would assume that position. But now, the second daughter of the house stood before them, donning the armor of the Head Knight Captain. The unexpected turn of events left Helix momentarily speechless.
"Sir, that is—" Helix began to speak, his voice filled with curiosity and confusion, but the family leader interrupted him, his voice commanding attention.
"Helix, meet your new Knight Captain, Luna Warwood." The family leader introduced her with a sense of pride and admiration, his voice reflecting his unwavering confidence.
"Hello, Uncle Helix." Luna greeted him with a warm smile, her voice filled with a sense of camaraderie and respect.
"H-Hello, Madam Luna." Helix responded, his voice reflecting a mix of surprise and respect, as he struggled to comprehend the new dynamics unfolding before him.
"Your sound doesn't sound good, Helix. Is something amiss? Are you unhappy that Luna has become the Knight Captain?" The family leader inquired, his voice filled with genuine concern.
"No, sir. That's not it. I simply thought that Master 'Alex' would be the next Chief Captain after me." Helix clarified, his voice filled with a mix of admiration and uncertainty.
"You are right, he will be the next captain, but he is far from home now and cannot return swiftly. That's why I have assigned this position to Luna for the time being, and your task is to assist her. Instruct her in the basics of the battlefield and familiarize her with the enemy we are about to face." The family leader explained, his voice emanating authority and wisdom.
"Yes, sir. As you wish. Please accompany me, Madam Luna." Helix spoke, his voice filled with a newfound determination and commitment. He understood the weight of his responsibility and embraced it with unwavering loyalty.
Together, they ventured out of the room, a united front in the face of impending danger. As they walked side by side, Helix imparted his knowledge, sharing the intricacies of the battlefield and the tactics necessary to emerge victorious. Luna listened attentively, her eyes gleaming with determination and a thirst for knowledge.
Meanwhile, the family leader pondered the state of the kingdom, his mind filled with a mix of concern and determination. "What will become of this kingdom? If I am right, the king must have sent out a call for assistance to other continents by now. Let us see whether they will answer our plea for aid," he mused, his voice tinged with a blend of hope and caution.
Returning to his paperwork, he resumed his tasks with unwavering focus and resolve, occasionally pausing to take a puff of his cigar, as he fortified himself for the challenges that lay ahead. In the face of adversity, he stood as the beacon of strength, guiding his house and his allies towards a brighter future.