"Do you want me to be your... Queen?" Akama's voice was as seductive as ever, and she twisted her revealingly dressed body. "But this Sir Lancelot seems a bit difficult to deal with, my... King?"
The onlooking crowd erupted, and the residents of Mogrondale booed loudly. Akama had been the longest-reigning Lord of Withering, dominating the richest region of Mogrondale, the Blood Abyss, for nearly a hundred years. Even she had submitted the decadent tyranny of Dugba. Would there really no one who could handle this worm demon?
Some also deciphered the implicit prerequisite in the female demon's words. Her territory, her rights, even she herself could belong to Dugba, but if he failed to take down this human knight, then all of it would be for nothing.
