The High Priest's eyes widened the moment he heard my full name.
His breath caught in his throat, and in a trembling voice laced with disbelief, he stammered, "Th-Theosbane?"
I nodded matter-of-factly.
"Wh-What's a Theosbane doing here?" He asked, his pupils shrinking. "What do you want?"
I arched an eyebrow. "Hmm? What do I want? I want many things, actually. A harem of beautiful sugar mommies who spoil me. A treasure chest that never runs out of gold. A devoted cult of admirers that worships me day and night—"
Before I could continue to voice my ridiculous wishes, the High Priest cut me off. "What do you want from us?!"
"...Oh!" I clapped my hands. "Now you're being specific. From you? Nothing. I already got what I wanted."
I gestured vaguely at the room full of dead bodies and smiled amicably. "I wanted you and the Overlord to fight to the death. You did it. Now, you're useless to me."
