34 She Needs a Master! (1/2)
As the wine slid down their throats, the 17 noblemen felt like dozens of needles pricked their minds. Their faces reddened, and their eyes went bloodshot.
”U-ugh—aaaaargh!!” In tandem, they clutched their heads, groaning in anguish while a miniature version of Kilian appeared within their souls: thrall lords.
Lilac mist swirled around the thrall lords, their eyes opened, and in that instant, although they couldn't quite name what it was, the 17 noblemen knew that something had been robbed from them.
”Stand up,” Kilian ordered, and instantly the 17 nobles rose from their seats, standing straight like arrows.
”Kneel,” Again, a simple command, and they all dropped onto their knees, unable to resist Kilian's will. Their eyes widened in fright! Although they knew the wine contained something that'd ensure their obedience, never did they expect Kilian's control over them would be so absolute!
”Now, now, forget that you ever saw me, that any of this ever happened, give up your harebrained scheme, and return to your lives of debauchery. When I need you, you will know.” With those words, Kilian stood up and walked out of the room. The thrall lords relayed the command, and the 17 noblemen forgot all that occurred in the room, not even aware that their lives and death belonged to someone else.
Confused, they exchanged glances, wondering why they gathered in the first place.
”Actually, don't you think that we've been too rash?”
”Your grace speaks true. What need is there to bully the little Olaf when we can just enjoy the fruit of his labor for coin we will not miss?”
”Well said, friend. Now now, where were we?”
…
Meanwhile, Kilian crossed Ostria's streets to return to the castle—walking at a speed that prevented the bystanders from spotting his form. In less than a minute, he was back into the castle and made his way toward his chambers. At first, Kilian considered having Ralph abdicate his title to Olaf. Not only would this grant him direct control over the entirety of the duchy of Verden, but it'd also minimize the nonsensical issues he knew he'd have to deal with in the Imperial Academy.
After all, a world-sized difference stood between the twilight child of a duke and the twilight child of a viscount. However, he ultimately reasoned against it. The move would trigger far too many questions, and bring even more eyes toward Ostria. Of course, that wouldn't stop him from having those dukes and marquises covertly send resources to Olaf.
And thinking of how he could dictate the lives, emotions, and sensations of the 17 fools without them even realizing it, Kilian was forced to recognize the undeniable appeal of pulling the strings. It wouldn't take much for even the puppeteer to lose himself in the yoke of such powers.
Did Klaus ever experience the same feeling?
But as Kilian's thoughts drifted to his father-nemesis, the sound of chatter echoed from his room, drawing his attention. Pushing the door open, Kilian walked in and was startled to see Jezebel and Lena sitting on his bed, engaged in a wild debate.
”Bah, with boobs that size, who cares about feelings? Just press yourself against him, and he will do the rest!” Jezebel exclaimed while swinging her arms in theatrical gestures. Hearing this, Kilian narrowed his eyes at her.
”What the hell are you talking about?” Kilian asked, awakening the two to his presence. Seeing him, Lena diverted her gaze, a vain attempt to conceal her flushing cheeks. Jezebel, however, leaped from the bed and wrapped her arms around Kilian's.
”Perfect timing, you sure do know when to make your entrance. Come, come, you're going to love this.” She rattled off. Meanwhile, Lena's cheeks neared a crimson shade. Kilian's eyes went between the two, and judging from the atmosphere, he quickly got the gist.
”So, Lena here used to be a little tsun, but after turning into a hellhound, she is now also a dere. Since she returned to human form, she's been experienced the hellhound need for carnal affection and wakes up every night from dreams of you plowing her cunt. Basically, she needs a master!” Jezebel explained while dragging Kilian toward the bed.