10 Follower! (1/2)

Putting various undead wolves, foxes and such type of creatures to work alongside my undead human minions made it pretty easy to carry the unconscious Valerie and Hena as we set off to the nearest town.

When I say nearest town though, I don't mean a human town.

Going to a place filled with humans would have been asking for rumors to be spread about. And while rumors can be beneficial under certain cirumcustances, back then, it would have been a straight-up disaster.

There was also the possibility that my mother and the two older siblings would end up at the same city and reunite with me. It would have been hard to get away from them if that happened, and I didn't want it to come to killing them, not that soon anyway.

Hence, I had decided to go to the nearest inhuman town.

Inhumans were the hybrid between humans and monsters. Elves, Dyrads, Dwarfs, and all kinds of beastmen were all inhumans.

The relationship between humans, inhumans and monsters was very complicated.

Some hated each other. Some liked each other.

There was truly no better way to explain it than that the relationship was complicated.

However, it didn't matter to me what they thought of each other. I had an army big enough to overtake control of a town. If the need had presented itself, I could have easily done that.

So, I rode to a town with no name, populated mostly with dwarves, and about half an hour away from that city on a wolf's back.

The town was only a quarter the size of what the city I had lived in was but it was obviously enough for us.

As soon as the town entered my line of sight, I made all my undead army disappear and ran to the inhumans, asking for help.

I made-up a story about being attacked by a dark wolf and told them that my guardian and my little sister were in bad shape. They immediately came to help, taking Valerie and Hena to the doctors.

When that stupid farce had worked so easily on them, I had caught just a glimpse of the pleasure Valerie would have been experiencing all those years that she had spent deceiving all around her, making them think that she was an oh-so-pure High Priestess with no dark intentions whatsoever.

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A week passed.

We spent that whole week in the town.

I carefully expanded on my made-up story (adding a mission to find our mother and a long lost father into it) to make it more tragic and the dwarves all easily bought it.

Regardless of how they felt about humans in general, since they were sentient species driven by emotions, just like humans, they couldn't turn us away after hearing that kind of story.

And so, for a whole week, Hena was taken care of by the chief of the town and his wife, and Valerie was healed by those who knew Healing Arts. I had lived with the town chief as well.

It was then, a week later, that I had made a request to be allowed to see Valerie.

She was yet to regain consciousness by that point so the healers were reluctant but couldn't refuse when I used a 'puppy-dog' face and eyes.

Ah! The benefits of being little! How I miss them now!

”Hey bitch! Wake up already, will you?” I said, after making sure that I was left alone with Valerie.

”If you don't wake up, don't blame me for what may happen next.” I threatened her, just for the sake of the little possibility that she was actually awake and was just acting. I couldn't underestimate her acting skills after all.

By that point, all her visible wounds had been healed. If there were still any wounds that were left to be healed, they would have been internal. Hence, lying unconscious on a bed there, that rotten woman was radiating with beauty and allure.

In my past life, I would have probably ended up having a crush on her because of that allure.

But, in this life, the first thoughts that came to mind when witnessing that allure firsthand was how I could user her to seduce powerful men and use that to my advantage.

”That's it!”

I decided, right then and there, that I would turn her into my first follower.

”Now wake up, bitch!” I said and summoned a dark fox, telling it to bite her on the shoulders, and the neck.

No effect!

I told it to bite her again, and again, and again, and then bite at her other shoulder, and the other side of the neck, and again there, and finally,

”aahh-”

She got up, crying out, not understanding what was going on. Thankfully, I was quick in ordering the dark fox to shut her up, which it did pretty easily by pressing the one part of her throat that would drown out all sound from her voice.

”Don't shout, you bitch! If you do, your 'doctors' would come here and we will lose the opportunity to discuss things.” I casually explained.

She looked at me for a moment, as if she didn't even remember who I was. And then, within a single second, as if all her memories came rushing back, she jumped back in the bed.

”W-w-wha-what-”

”Calm down!” I used as loud a voice as I could muster without letting anyone outside the room we were in hear us.

”If you wanna hear comforting things like 'you're safe now', well, you are.”