four hours.
Victor had only been gone for four hours and already she hated, hated, hated her job!
"Minion! Minion!" the dragon repeated the word each time in a stronger, higher pitch, as if he thought his prey was too deaf to hear him. "Slave!"
"What is it, Your Majesty?" said Charlene Enui, director of the Vampire Office.
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uie) asked, struggling not to laugh. She could hear her fangs grinding against each other, her fingers clutching her notebook obsessively.
“I have decided that I want my arena to have an open roof,” Winkel proudly declared, strutting over the nearly completed Colosseum. The crown on his head is too big and his manner is arrogant, reminding Charlene of a powerful king who looked down on peasants like shit. Every step he took made the bricks tremble under the stars.
"Open roof?" repeated Charlene, who had been forced to obey the dragon's increasingly ridiculous demands for hours. What started out as a chair made of carved jewelry later upgraded to a stairway made of kobolds for him to climb up and then further down.
"For the opening ceremony," Vai
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Say, as if one word is enough to combine these two concepts. "My servants will stay in the shade until the roof is opened; the sun's rays will shine on my gold, and it will shine for all to see! Make me an open roof!"
"Why?" Charlene couldn't help but ask, because the opening ceremony was already a luxurious performance. "has no meaning?"
"A real emperor, no, someone like Augustus, must be in the limelight!"
“Your Majesty, how can we create an open roof mechanism on a building that is about to be completed, six days away from opening to the public? Something that will only be used once?! The national budget is empty?!”
"Minion Charlene, if you were half as Minion as my Chief of Staff, you would have figured it out."
Calm down, Charlene, the vampire thought. Calm down, this is only temporary, just like a rash. Stay professional, you've seen stupid and arrogant adventurers before and you can handle it
"The reason why I say this is not because your failure to find me any tasks to increase my treasure proves that you are not competent enough."
Intelligence check successful! [Rage] Negative!
"Ii
Adequate?" Charlene laughed at his superiority complex.
"Thankfully, I believe in the career reorientation of minions," Winkle continued in a haughty tone. "While you're a terrible task manager, I'm sure you'll serve as my arena construction secretary."
Charlene jotted down the new promotion, alongside Deputy Director of Treasure Research and Development, Master of Castle Dust, and Holder of the Golden Mirror.
Come to think of it, she thought her situation had finally improved. For years, she had been running a dead-end adventurer's guild in the middle of nowhere, desperately trying to climb the career ladder, until, through a twist of fate, she became the leader of a nascent nation. A nation of madmen, gangsters and monsters, but still a leader. She has privilege, status, a new class...even immortality.
When Victor goes on vacation, she knows the dragon will be tough to deal with; without her friends with benefits, the chaotic, aimless "empire" will collapse within a year. Yet deep down in her heart, Charlene clings to the arrogant idea that even without Vic's help, she can help the country become a model of bureaucratic efficiency.
But the dragon was worse than she imagined! He wanted everything and paid for nothing!
"Now, this is a very important role, and I don't hand it over lightly. If you want to prove yourself worthy of this honor, you're going to have to build me an open roof. It doesn't need to be closed, and I won't need it in the future. It's gone."
Charlene may be undead now, but she swears her heart will beat again out of sheer depression. "Can your Majesty at least tell me where I can find gold to pay for the materials needed?" she asked with strong sarcasm. If Victor can successfully get Winkle to listen, it might work for her.
Charisma check…
Failed! It failed miserably!
"Pay for materials?" The evil dragon laughed listlessly. "Pay? That's a funny irony, minion. But if you're stressed enough to make a joke, then clearly you need more work to forget about your pain."
Congratulations! Due to your vampiric nature and personal circumstances, you have received the [Boiling Blood] personal perk!
[Boiling Blood]: 40 SP every ten minutes. You can cause your own blood to boil, causing minor [fire] damage on contact with it; you are immune to the side effects of boiling blood, except in Pe
Under the influence of k, you become vulnerable to the [Rage] disease.
"Now, stop joking, Minion Charlene, go make some money for me." My treasure cannot be filled by one person. "
Twelve hours after the Prime Minister left.
"Go home, two-legged."
"Dear little lamb," Mir said to the giant spider as she refused to fully crawl out of her pit home. "With the power granted by our pact with the Empire, we can provide your children with the light of knowledge."
"I would never give my eggs to a bird," protested the telepathic spider, its babies huddled under its legs. "I'll teach them like we did, at home with the carcasses of our kills!"
An angelic warrior in golden armor summons a flaming sword. "Free education is non-negotiable," he said in an imperious tone. “Your kids should go to public school or you’re going to hell for the sin of homeschooling!”
Mill winced, immediately recognizing her colleague as an "Old Testamentr." "Unless she steps in, things are going to get ugly. "Forgive these poor sinners, it's going to be a while before they come to their senses. pleaded the insurance saleswoman. “Turn the other cheek, because they don’t know what they’re doing!”
"Miel, I think your protest is a bit too..." the angel pointed his flaming sword at his companion, "Protestant."
"Pointing a sword at your fellow angels isn't very classy either!"
"Take off your sacrament," argued the warrior. “The higher ups may consider promoting you to the [Dominion] because they have softened, but you are not a bearer of revelation! By negotiating coexistence with Hell, you are committing the sin of simony!”
The insult made Mir tremble as if she had been slapped. “I serve God in all things! Oh my god, our department’s SP harvest has increased tenfold with the New Testament!”
"Hand over our souls!"
The spider complained: "I have already given you my precious special points, and there is no way I can give you my eggs again." "When I left the moon, I thought it would be a land of freedom and opportunity, not a bird Quasi-dictatorship!”
"You are right to defend the rights given to you by the Emperor."
Just the sound of Malfoy's voice was enough to irritate Mill, even more so when he appeared with the support of his lawyer.
"Careful, heretic," the angelic warrior threatened. "You can't corrupt young people!"
"The children are safer with us than with you pigeons," one of the lawyers said. If you are given a job as a guard, you can hand them over to the priests.
"Instead, we can look after the offspring of your egg and grant you a small favor in the afterlife." Malfoy began to convince the spider to convert, knowing that his role in the Empire protected him from the wrath of the angels. “We can provide your descendants with the best personal education they could want.”
"Don't listen to them!" Mir interrupted before the demon poisoned the many-legged lamb's mind. “Only we can provide truly free education for everyone!”
"I don't want either of you two!" replied the spider loudly.
"Then you should take the third path."
To Miel's great confusion, a third party, apparently observing the discussion from a distance, decided to intervene: a dwarf woman unknown to the angel, her eyes hidden behind sunglasses. In fact, she looks almost exactly like the other Dougals, except for the lack of beard.
"The middle path, unattainable, but sustainable. The average path." The dwarf lady cleared her throat. "We advocate equality and decide to provide free education to all in a truly egalitarian way. A place where there is no hierarchy, only equality. As part of one organism, we share everything."
"Like a public web?" asked the Spider, who was suddenly more interested in this proposal than in that of Paradise or the Land of Happiness. "It reminds me of my youth, when I learned to hunt larger prey in packs."
"Oh my gosh, it's the efforts of real ordinary people that bring down the highest!"
"Well...my spider eggs really need to learn how to socialize with their neighbors...can you come into my dark cave and we can discuss your school plans?"
"Of course. I have to tell you, as a denizen of the Earth's Core, our schools are suitable for nocturnal animals."
"That's amazing," cackled the spider. "What about diet?" My spider eggs can't tolerate goblins. "
Both angels and devils watched in amazement as the spider invited the dwarf into its home and didn't even eat her!
"The Agarthans are stealing our market share!" Malfoy protested, as furious as Mill himself. "This is theft! We are the government and we have to stop them!"
"I have my vote for you," Miel said, before protesting against her unreasonable colleague with a rival placard
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Continue talking before companies form alliances. "Under the condition that Happy Country is not allowed to open private schools, recognizing the way of heaven is the only way."
Warning: You lose karma for such unprovoked malicious behavior, even against a demon.
The news made Mil feel ashamed, and it wasn't until he saw Malfoy red with rage that he felt it was worth it.
15 hours after the deeply regretful Prime Minister left.
"Little boy, please calm down," Allison said in an attempt to reassure the terrifying impersonator as the scene caused citizens to gather in the street.
"Baby!" the creature cried in reply, stomping on the remains of the mangled stump and collecting newborn jellyfish on its back. "Protect the baby!"
"Sword baby?" Basjie repeated, the famed explorer jumping to Junior's side as he began his rampage. "coming!"
How did Victor tame this thing? It's been completely uncontrollable ever since the last time the slime rain brought new jellyfish to the Googulin, shattering anything between it and its new enemies. Without Victor's comfort, the creature's violent instincts returned. A poor orc shopkeeper had the misfortune of grabbing a fire jelly to light up, which angered the giant copycat into overreacting.
"This is a disaster," the orc complained. "My shop is in ruins!"
A kobold merchant in the crowd complained loudly: "It's all the advisers' fault, everything has gotten worse since the beloved minister left! I'm sure they misled the good Wankel with bad advice. The emperor, and abused that little devil!"
"I hear they want to raise taxes!" a wild man added, sparking an argument among the townspeople.
"That's wrong," Allison replied, feeling the tension in the air. "We're not going to-"
"I think you, a lovely person, in front of my three hundred and eighty eyes, this country blessed by God is declining!" Ignoring the tree spirit added a kind of evil terror. The priestess suddenly realized that although she had been respected when the Googu people were a small village where everyone knew each other, she didn't know half of these monsters. They don't respect her. "They must have conspired to drive good Victor away, just like they did to the kobold rangers... A true prophet would never let that happen!"
To make matters worse, Alison realizes what they might have discovered...
"Gentlemen," a ladyboy shouted. "I guess there's only one way to make our voices loud enough to reach the Emperor. The monster's way."
He raised a spear.
"Riot!"
"Riot!" Buzz Jelly jumped happily. "team work!"
"The Chosen Slime is with us!" roared a moonbeast in a bad idiom. "Riot!"
"Riot!" Other monsters also shouted, and some immediately smashed the nearest window and threw the car around wildly.
"Stop!" Allison begged, only for someone to spell the fire. She sprang into action to try to put out the fire before it spread. "Damn it! Damn you! Fuck you all!"
It has been 20 hours since the end of the whispering people.
Exhausted, Alison seeks comfort in the place where she always felt safe. Her temple, in front of the statue of her goddess.
The Fairy prayed harder than ever to Sibeli, but the God of Love, who answered her prayers directly many times, remained silent. The new cathedral, completed a few months ago, remains eerily silent. Until finally, her best friend walks into the room, more for her than for the goddess.
"What did Rollo miss?" the Golem always asked bluntly. "Rollo saw smoke outside."
“You missed sixteen murders, hundreds injured, riots, fires, fires everywhere, thousands of gold coins lost to property damage, Heaven and the Bliss threatening to go to war over proper youth education… ..." Allison followed, his voice choked. Since she had always favored reconciliation, the rampant chaos exhausted her. She would rather drink and chat with people than help quell a riot.
How did Victor stay sober months later? The experience only reawakened her respect for her fellow human monster.
“Education is a very sensible topic,” Rollo said with the wisdom of a farmer.
"I've never been to school, but I'm healthy both physically and mentally," Chocolat added before giving Alison a piece of cake. "Here, you need sugar. I mix it with chocolate, no meat. You'll feel happier afterwards."
"Coco, you are crazy, but you are also very cute. I want to take you home." Now she felt that the shadow of death and destruction was chasing her with every step she took, and she finally plucked up the courage to speak out.
"Idiot, your house might be on fire as we speak!" Chocolate replied innocently. "I should take you to my house!"
"It's settled," Allison said. "Rollo, can you..."
"Rolo doesn't need repairs. Rolo will go to work and make sure the fields don't burn while we're gone. You must rest."
"Thank you, my friend," the dryad replied. "I will say one last silent prayer tonight and then I will leave."
Chocolat hugged her tightly while Rollo patted her back. As they left, the dryad thanked the goddess for sending her to this world where she had made friends as strong as them.
That night, another person paid tribute to Sibley: Charlene. "I didn't know you prayed," Allison told the vampire.
"I don't know," Charlene replied, looking completely devastated. "Only the gods can save us at this moment."
"We..." Allison bit her lower lip because she promised not to disturb her friend during his soul-exploring journey. "We can contact Vic anytime..."
"I tried," Charlene dropped the bomb. "I tried to get through his coffee shop (Sca
let Study) to contact him, but it blocked the connection no matter where he was. "
The dryad's heart froze, and the world around her lost color and hope. "You mean-"
"We can only rely on ourselves." Charlene shook her head, as if she was deep in thought. "Only Julius is happy. He says it's a beautiful day."
Allison was stunned. "How can he say this mess is a good thing?"
"So far, 16 people have died, and he translated that into 16 new undead births. He hopes we can continue the new momentum."
How did Victor control these madmen?
"I have to apologize to Victor when he comes back," Charlene said. "It's an impossible task to ground Winkle, let alone his entire army!"
"It's a lot harder to run an empire of monsters than a small village," Allison had to admit. "Unless they are reined in by a strong chief of staff, they are all in danger of starting a fight. I never thought Vic would be so...irreplaceable."
"We have to make sure he never takes another day off."
"Agreed," Allison replied. "one way or another."
