Enough. I do not care about your na. I abruptly cut off the Matriarch of the Ghostface Clan before sneering at her. That would be a waste of my already limited brain capacity.
Brain capacity? Paliseth curiously recited this unknown term, clearly intrigued but confused by my last sentence.
In contrast, the Ghostface Matriarch was in no mood for such minor details at all. The blood drained out from her face faster than I could say the word enough. The mont she heard that I wasnt even interested in her na, she knew she was done for.
However, that didnt stop her from trying one last ti. Your holiness, your servant knows that she has sinned greatly. That is why your servant humbly offers up this artifact as penitence in hopes of gaining your forgiveness. Having said that, she got down to her knees, pulled out a silvery white ring and reverently offered it up to with both hands, as if it wasnt just a ring that was resting in her pale hands right now, but the most precious treasure in the world.
A ring? As if thats enough to satisfy my anger but then a ring of a Matriarch couldnt just be any old ring right?
Your holiness, this ring is a Dinsional Storage Ring. It can store up to ten cubic ters of items and freeze their ti at the sa ti. It cant, however, store live goods. Having said that, she looked up to find that I was shocked by her offering, and the blood imdiately returned to her face. She promptly seized on this opportunity to push her ring further. Your servant has already filled it with treasures, may your holiness find them to your liking.
I reached out and put it daintily on my right hand -it was a snug fit. Mhm, your offering has been well-received. I nodded at her as I said it. Seeing as youre sincere about repenting, Ill forgive your daughters transgressions against .
Your holiness is most kind. She replied happily before quickly getting up to her feet. However, that bit of happiness wasnt going to last long.
Did I say you could get up?
Her heart imdiately sank into an abyss of terror and confusion. Your holiness? How else may your servant serve you?
I can ignore the slight against . But theres still the matter of how your daughter bullied my servant. I want justice for the suffering my servant has suffered at the hands of your daughter.
She beca even more confused at that point. My apologies, your holiness, but how has my daughter bullied your servant?
In that previous battle with the Minotaurs, she made my precious little bunny cry.
Cry? The Ghostface Matriarch naturally had no way of knowing how badly affected Jezsere was at the ti, but just by looking at the crying expression she had just now, the Ghostface Matriarch knew that this was a serious matter. Your servant will prepare another offering right away
Theres no need for that. Didnt I say not too long ago that Jezsere belongs to , and that whoever bullies her will face my wrath? At that point, I flashed her a sinister, toothy smile. Do you think I will take back my words?
I rcy your holiness your servant is willing to offer up the entire wealth of the Ghostface Clan as penitence. All your humble servant asks is your forgiveness my daughter your holiness may have her as well all your servant asks for is your forgiveness
The entire wealth of the Ghostface Clan? I waved my finger in front of her. Thats where you are wrong. You an the entirety of my wealth kept at the Ghostface Clan. Get the picture?
Yes your servant understands it all belongs to your holinesseverything
So. Are you sure its a good idea to offer up my possessions as penitence?
I I.
Hmph, I told you Im a master orator!
At this point, the Ghostface Matriarch was at a complete loss for words. If she had her way, she would have admonished for that blatant show of shalessness, but she clearly couldnt.
I looked her right in her eyes and sneered coldly one last ti. The Dark Elves have thirteen great clans. If you count in the lesser clans, there should be over a hundred clans in total. That sounds a little excessive to you know what I dont think we need the Ghostface Clan anymore
You!
Now that I had made it known that I was going to make an example of her, the Ghostface Matriarch finally started to fight back. However, the mont she leapt to her feet, the other twelve Matriarchs had already begun channeling their mana. A mont later, spider silk ford of mana simultaneously fired out of their palms and bound her
You cant treat like this your holiness rcy
The Ghostface Matriarch half-yelled, half-pleaded for rcy as three of the Matriarchs led her away. In the anti, the remaining Matriarchs exchanged a quick glance with each other before Paliseth led the group by asking, Your holiness, should we clean up the rest of her clan?
I rely shook my head and smiled in response. Clean them up? Theres no need for such pointless slaughter.
What does your holiness wish instead? She asked while stifling the need to roll her eyes at the one who started this ss in the first place.
My wishes, huh. I paused for a couple of seconds before clapping my hands together. The current family leading the Ghostface Clan must all die, as for the rest well They are my godmothers faithful servants, so Ill let them off the hook this ti. Speaking of the Ghostface Clan, their treasury is now mine. I want all the pure-blooded Dark Elves moved out of that clan as well. The rest can stay.
Understood The mont that last bit of instructions ca out, the remaining Matriarchs imdiately broke into a grin. By saying that I wanted all the Pure-blooded Dark Elves out of that clan, I was implying that they could divvy up the defeated Dark Elves. Even though the treasury was now mine, gaining so population for their clan was an unexpected bit of surprise for them.
Just like that, the curtains drew to close on the Ghostface Clan.
Alright, lets move on to other matters. I turned towards Paliseth. I need you to fetch Aishael for , and go visit Jezsere at the sa ti. I had her prepare so stuff beforehand so you can grab them off her.
Understood. Paliseth nodded then promptly left the great hall. Now that she was gone, the great hall imdiately fell into silence. To be honest, the remaining Matriarchs were all perfectly capable hosts, but none of them even dared make a sound in my presence. At this point, their ntal image of was of a capricious lord who could wipe out their clan on a whim.
Just the fact alone that I had the Ghostface Clan punished, not because they offended , but because they offended my servant was more than proof enough of that. Too bad, they couldnt do anything about it either.
Not long after, Paliseth ca in with an ornate looking giftbox and Aishael in tow.
Just from a glance, I could tell that Aishael had tidied up imdiately after returning to her quarters. Her silvery hair had been bound up into a simple but tidy ponytail that complented her straightlaced personality and elegant dress. Honestly, I liked this girl. She had a unique charm about her beauty. Now if she could just fix that resting b1tch face of hers, she would be even more perfect.
Her aggressive deanour and fearless attitude was nothing but a front for the stress and trauma she was trying to hide. That much I knew. Had she truly been as strong as she would like to portray herself as being, she would have been more confident in herself. Just like how a tiger was at tis an adorable giant kitty, and at tis a monstrous killing machine that could tear apart anyone who dared to ruffle its fur. The strong did not have to show off that they were strong.
Co, co. I gave no explanation as to why I summoned her, instead flashing her a gentle smile as I stood up and beckoned for here. Over here.
She cautiously eyed but ca up to in the end.
Have a seat. I gently pressed down on her shoulders to make her sit on the throne ordinarily reserved for Paliseth. Then, under her confused eyes, I undid her ponytail.
Your holiness My strange actions left her at a loss for words as she stared into my eyes. She wanted to say sothing but chose not to in the end.
That ponytail of yours doesnt suit you. Here. Let fix it for you. I reached out for the gift box that had already been opened up by a keen-eyed Paliseth. I took out the pink hairbands within and bound up her hair into a more adorable twin ponytails hairstyle.
Lest one forgot, I was the one who used to tie up Nicoles hair; twin ponytails were one of my forte.
However, while Aishaels hair might have resembled Nicole, her personality was a far cry from the cheerful, smiling girl from my childhood. That perpetually radiant smile on her lips were the reason for my existence. I truly missed her but I had no way of leaving right now. I had to first create a safe space for Aishael and her Half-elves -that was I had decided.
Ill now make an announcent. The capital city of the Ghostface Clan will officially be known as Halfmoon City. All Half-elves are to migrate to Halfmoon City. As for its leader I gently ruffled Aishaels hair at that point, then under her slightly disapproving stare, declared, Will be this child here.
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