The Harem King

"BOOM!" and the kill festival had officially been launched.

"Who are you? You are not Neon Killoran." A tiny divine sense tried to reach me. What a sharp old man.

I never expected my newly acquired toy soldier to panic but even as he was dragged like a puppet on the gallows,

Nicholas still retained a calmness befitting someone who had seen much of what the world has to offer.

A trait commendable for a mortal. Though not rare, still, this old man would be a worthy general by my side.

Not like i can"t find anywhere else"s but what was the use of looking into the far horizon when the specks of dust beneath my feet was readily available for my purposes.

"You are a good blade, Nicholas. Please just do that right now and you can talk all you want later." i replied with no words wasted and after that, i heard no more of his ugly aged voice.

"BANG!"

"BANG!"

"BANG!"

The serenade of death had started the way i want it to while i listened to its familiar rhythm in calm repose. Sadly, not all can be an enlightened being like me.

"YOUNG MASTER!" the tender tones of terror reached my ears. My dear Noemi. What a lovely b.i.t.c.h.

"Shall we hide?" my c.u.n.t added in a whisper. I turned my head to gaze at her terror with pure amus.e.m.e.nt.

If this woman could be worth my time cultivating, then it was an apt time to test her mettle.

"Do you want to stay with me, Noemi?" i answered with a question of my own.

"I will do anything to be with you, young master!" and i got nothing but her unadulterated wish to serve me.

An orphan honed by the family, with no one to look back and only myself to cling on, Noemi had nothing to gain and everything to lose if i dispose of her like a used papyrus.

Attendants like her has a sad history of getting replaced the moment their masters have had their fill of their flesh.

A servant of the Family was very much an expendable commodity. Not one but thousands could replace her valued seat with but a moment"s notice. And this fear was what fueled this woman before me.

"Do you really?"

"My words are true, young master. Please. Believe in me." Noemi whispered the words out and i could see a bead of liquid threatening to fall from her innocent eyes.

"I believe you, Noemi. That"s why i have a task for you." i smiled at the delicate flower in my front.

"What is it, young master?" i saw her fear again. The usual uncertainty of one who wish dearly to not disappoint. Fairly understandable for a powerless mortal of her station.

"Nicholas is out there. And i want you to help him slaughter the Ceres Family."

"But..." my b.i.t.c.h was stunned. An impossible task affronted her and she had judge herself to failure before she had even began.

"Can you do that for me, Noemi?" my gentle words broke her pessimistic thoughts.

"I will do it, young master." the tears that loomed earlier had truly started falling in droves. She felt betrayed and i fully understood her, rather all too well.

She took it as me sending her into the gaping mouths of wild beasts. Into the flames where what awaited her was certain death and no other.

Since escape was out of the question thus my faithful servant opened the doors of my untouched carriage and bade me one desolate smile in farewell.

"Make me proud, Noemi." i muttered these words and leaned back to watch the scene of crimson unfold before my very eyes.

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