Chapter 90.5: An Orrid time for the emperor… [Part 1]

The ‘emperor’ of {The Orrid Empire} sat upon his gaudy golden throne with the skull of a seemingly black human skill with two ram-like horns on either side above his head.

He was an old man with a long beard as well as sunken eyes wearing a regal outfit covered lavishly in gold jewelry. Unlike in truly lavish empires the gold he wore was just regular gold dug from the ground with no special properties - a precious metal for the poor essentially. From the glimmer on it could be said it wasn’t even particularly pure yet also wasn’t some amazingly priceless alloy either.

Perhaps in a way that was the perfect representation of this empire; an old bastard trying to appear to be something bigger than he is. In front of that old bastard was several of his finest ministers & generals who argued amongst each other yet their intentions were hidden behind flowery words which the inexperienced would be duped into thinking they were friends. On his throne the ‘emperor’ merely watched.

Slumped back on his gaudy throne with a golden goblet in one hand while the other was resting on the padded arm of his throne in order to support his head. The ‘regal posture’ showed off his large gut while on either side of his legs were golden haired elves with oversized bosoms that they rubbed against each other over his lap. A third elf which was directly in front lapped up the fluids that leaked from her fellows chest yet none of them were lively about it.

Their eyes, often said to be the window to the soul due to their close proximity with the place the core of the soul is located (brain), was dull and unmoving. It wasn’ just their eyes which were soulless as their very bodies were robotic in their execution in their tasks, as they continued rubbing their chests they did so in an unnaturally consistent down to every muscle. Things that would make even a beast feel irritated, such as hair in one eye, they simply gave no reaction as if they didn’t even notice.

On top of that the elves didn’t even react to their outfits which could be summed up as none existent except for cowbells on their ears - an act an elf would never commit. The elf in the center was slightly different as her butt came out the handle of a katana while the rest of the blade was clearly rammed up her butt. Only the guard acting as a stopper for the handle.

Yet these proud women didn’t react at all as the only noise they made was the low pitch ringing from their ears.

Soon the ringed hand of the ‘emperor’ came down to hit the elf in front of him causing her to fly backwards with a trail of blood from her broken nose. Landing in front of the attendants with a attention grabbing *thud* that gained everyone's attention to her motionless body - only reaction from her companions were quiet tears from their soulless eyes. From the throne just came a snort as he slowly took a sip from his chalice before finally speaking up.

“What happened to that silly false god who our empire's finest was sent out against?” <Orrid>

His voice was like gravel with a constant raspy which made it painful to even listen to when mixed with the changes that came with age. Closest to him (other than the elves) was a knight in overly opulent steel armour which was made to look like a drake on his left. At the right was a priest that seemed even older than the king with a warm smile that turned to disgust when looking upon the Light Elves who claimed light in their name.

“It was our own {God of Light} who gave us all the information we needed on her while you expertly laid down bait to gain her attention after finding the false hero. I wouldn’t be surprised if they are parading her around like the breeding sow she is after she surrendered like a coward to our military might. My only worry is they won’t bring her back before she gives birth to some random commoner's child hahaha.” <Pope of Light>

“Indeed though I’ve ordered the men to leave something as filthy as that woman's minge to the stallions since beasts should breed beasts; the first stallion is the king’s.” <Head Knight>

“Hm, indeed… It seems we’ll have some fine steeds to ride in the coming years.” <Orrid>

While the men laughed amongst themselves the other nobles joined in until the only people not laughing was the always silent elves who continued pleasuring the emperor. Still the old man had some concern as he thought about what happened with {The Queen} when he attempted to enslave her like the rest of the women. Tapping his chin while he rested his chalice on one of the elven girl's heads which resulted in her perfectly balancing it despite her constant movement.

“If only that blasted girl was here I would know why the recipe provided by {The God of Light} himself failed to restrain that bitch…” <Orrid>

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<| Couple Days Ago - Orrid Castle |>

The emperor of Orrid sat across from the aged beauty renowned the world over from her ability to lead humanity for longer than recorded history.

Seeing the blue haired beauty who sat with crossed legs with a tea cup in her left hand and coaster in her right made the emperor have to resist salivating. Although he liked them young he couldn’t help finding appeal in Sohn-Tochters large, if gently sagging, chest which slowly moved along with her steady breaths. It brought a grin to his face thinking about the fact he would be whipping them bloody in the near future.

However there was something which was a big mood-killer with this beauty - despite merely sitting down drinking tea she held a presence he couldn’t match up with. Even his loyal knights which stood behind him couldn’t help unconsciously lowering not only their eyes but also head upon seeing her. Her air of regality even affected him when he first saw her.

That was something completely unacceptable which made him gnash his teeth.

Clearly she didn’t care about him though as she calmly placed her teacup upon her saucer with a gentle *clack* before placing that too down on the table. Unlike him she didn’t bring any guards which brought him enough confidence to not lash out - still even when being clearly outmatched the woman didn’t care. He could only snort at her foolishness.

“So you have Mother’s [True Mercy] sword which is often referred to instead as [Sword of Wrath] due to its bloody origins. Being formed from the torn off scales of the [Primordial Ancient Divine Adamantine Drake] with Mother’s bare hands, smelted using the fires of the [Primordial Ancient Divine Solar Dragon] she captured from biting through its neck mid breath, tempered in the blood of the [Primordial Ancient Divine Cocytus Dragon] which was earned by bleeding the god dragon like a pig and lastly hammered under {The Infinite Mother’s} own mana. As a dragon hunter myself I can say with confidence that no weapon can beat it especially in hunting down those with dragon blood…” <Sohn-Tochter>

“Indeed that is so.” <Orrid>

The way she spoke was unemotional with no change in her perfectly neutral expression which made it seem like what she was saying was obvious. Despite her tone it was a fact he never heard any of it before and neither had his knights who were looking upon each other since none of them even knew such dragons existed - wasn’t a dragon just a dragon? Nonetheless the fake emperor’s word was just as fake as his feelings.

He was constantly glancing between her and her cup as if waiting for something to happen with a furrowed brow. The seed of desire to tease his future belongings already turned into a desire to destroy her by hanging her from her fat chest while whipping her to the bone. Of course he would make a few children with her before cutting off her ass as a trophy.

Showing his complete incompetence by even thinking such things in front of her.

“Well I indeed came with the intention of getting them, however it would be more troublesome to keep knowing that its master already knows about their position. As such I planned to kill 9 of your generations and kill that old drake your god keeps like a pet in the nearby mountain then give the sword to Chaos. Unfortunately for you, my armour caught wind of that scaleless bitch approaching this place, so you have lost the chance of an easy death.” <Sohn-Tochter>

After saying that to the now bewildered emperor Orrid the monarch slowly unwound her crossed legs making the two guards blush. With such a reaction it wasn’t surprising they failed to stop her from rising from her seat only to slowly approach the door - only then did Orrid himself awake from his shock. Turning to look at her while reaching out to grab her wrist.

“Stop you bint - you may not know but you belonging to me is only a matter of time since that tea held within it-” <Orrid>

“I think I’ll pass the playing make believe with you since I don’t fancy fighting an annoying enemy like that overgrown amphibian.” <Sohn-Tochter>

Sohn-Tochter merely knocked away his hand resulting in a spark which ended in the proud emperor spasming on the floor. The last thing he remembered was the yelling of his knights as they attempted to catch him before falling on the floor - when he awoke again she was long gone from his castle. In fact, there was not even any information on where she went after…

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As much as he wished to forget the final result her words had stuck with him.

Why would a creature (no longer considering {The Queen} a woman) who was able to overpower him after a ‘hard fought battle’ run away? Of course only he believed that she would run away from something - in truth she just found it too bothersome a matter to involve herself in which was also why nobody died. The strange creature she referred to as ‘Scaleless Bitch’ liked to avoid killing mortals.

Not that many would consider that a mercy at times…

Still it had been quite a few days since Sohn-Tochter left the capital city of Orrid yet there was no action from anything. There weren't any unnatural movements on the borders, no creatures in the haunts nearby seemed particularly aggressive and all his vessels were normal. With such a result he would only tap his cheek while wondering what could possibly threaten him now that he had covered all his bases.

“Why is it taking so long for that hidden danger from appearing-” <Orrid>

“Ara ara sorry if me being tardy disturbed you child, I was enjoying my walk through the countryside so I found myself losing track of time hohoho~.” <?????>

Everyone froze; even the puppet-elves.

From the smallest gap between the throne & back wall, against all their logic, walked out the mature figure of a young MILF. Her figure truly exaggerated all the desirable ‘mature woman’ traits perfectly while her white coat billowed behind her - a tricorn hat with a big blue feather sitting perfectly upon the top of her head. It wasn’t her beauty which made all the people in the room stare silently.

Her delicate hand came to grip the edge of the throne as she leaned forwards to show her outrageously tall height which made her shadow over the sitting king. Even as her breasts which were both larger than his head bounced beside him he never moved yet instead silently just started towards the woman. Unlike the ‘creature’ from earlier this woman didn’t even show any signs of age upon her face as any sagging from her chest was clearly due to sheer size.

However even then they couldn’t turn away to focus on her breasts as something else grabbed their attention and made their hearts tremble.

Long wavy lilac hair.

Closed eyes with beautiful eyelashes.

Warm smile on plump pink lips.

Three expertly crafted sheaths on her waist.

“I-it can’t be!” <Orrid>

“Really? I think the beauty of nature is quite easy to get lost in…” <Infinite Mother>

Although he wanted to complain that that was clearly not what he was getting at, the emperor had lost his voice after his yell. As such he didn’t even realise that the elves who should have no ability to resist his commands stopped while slowly reaching out with both their hands as if wanting to reach out to god himself. Though they didn’t want a mere ‘god’ but the {True God}.

It was at the king’s yell that his two closest aides broke from their fear to begin to prepare for battle so that they could protect their king. The brave knight pulled his sword from his sheath while the priest lifted up the cane which supported him to send a beam of light towards the head of Mother which exploded. Without even waiting for the explosion of holy light to pass the head knight used a flash step along with a [Rapid Thrust] to send his blade into her chest with a roar.

Yet as the blade was about to reach her leviathan chest (he is her father) the squelch of a sword piercing flesh never appeared instead-

*PING*

-the metallic ping of a metal blade snapping in half echoed through the hall. Leaving the knight stood there holding his handle before the other half of his sword flew through the air before piercing the floor behind him. What was a legendary blade supposedly given by their god to protect the kingdom had broken before even touching the fabric of her cloth.

“Do you not see that I was talking to this child here? Dear me children these days are too uncouth to want attention so desperately as to poke my scales like this. Luckily I’m not a cruel woman so I’ll give you the attention you wanted but not in the form - bad children need to be put into time out afterall!” <Infinite Mother>

She spoke as if scolding children which made the knight in front of her shudder as the light faded to reveal her completely untouched from the two’s joined assault. Before they could find the motivation to act Mother lifted her hands up in front of her to softly clap - it was such a natural motion nobody would think anything about it. The result of that clap was far from what anyone could have expected.

Emperor Orrid sat on his throne and saw glass like cracks appear around all of his confused/fearful aides making them look amongst each other hurriedly for a solution. No solution came as the cracks reached a climax as with a beautiful *di~ng* the ‘glass’ shattered resulting in all his servants completely vanishing. There was no blood, flesh or cloth left behind.

The lack of gore was no comfort for the ruler.

In only lead to more terror surging through his body as he shivered inside his throne while his eyes almost popped out from his sagging face. Desperately he turned his head around looking for any sign of his loyal servants, protectors and friends - yet he found nothing. He turned around while shouting towards the Mother yet his voice contained less anger and far more terror within it.

“What did you do to them?!” <Orrid>

“Ara ara? Me? I did nothing or rather I guess you could say they are nothing?” <Infinite Mother>

While speaking she slowly walked from behind him to in front of him while smiling warmly with a tone which was as if she was explaining something simple to a child. Her right hand went under her chest to support it as well as her left elbow - her left hand wagging it’s index finger to tap her chin as she took a thoughtful expression. Almost as if trying to figure out how to explain sharing to a child.

“To put it simply I removed them from existence exactly like you should do to bad children who don’t know how to act when they don’t get attention. They needed to learn patience so I took everything which made up them - their mind, soul and body - then poof~! There they go to not bother anyone till they learn their lesson.” <Infinite Mother>

To further explain her point she kneeled in front of him like a parent would with their child when talking to them. From there she pressed her two closed hands together (palm to palm) while explaining what ‘made’ a person before reaching the climax of ‘poof’ at which she had her fingers explode out. Even giving it a childish flare by having all her fingers waving about while pulling her hands then arms apart till they were above her head.

Obviously the emperor who was whiter than Mother’s as he tremblingly lifted his finger to point accusingly (and fearfully) at the woman.

“Y-you killed them all…” <Orrid>

“No silly, I already explained it, I put them on time-out hohoho~!” <Infinite Mother>

She reached out a hand to softly pat the man’s hair lovingly yet that did little to calm him nor bring back his desire for busty women.

“You don’t even care you monst-” <Orrid>

“No, no, no, no silly~! Nobody loves you more than I do. It’s because I love you so much that I must be harsher when educating you else you will grow overconfident and thus stagnant in your ability. I have even forsaken spending time with my own kin as well as friends to raise you so how could I possibly not care?” <Infinite Mother>

Truly just like a mother her hands came to gently cradle his head from his cheeks as she rose up to gently kiss him on the forehead. Exactly like a parent comforting their child even down to the tone in her voice which showed no example of an untruth - yet there was no way she was talking about ‘him’. Rather she was obviously talking about humanity (or even mortals) as a whole with him just as a stand-in for her loving yet cruel behaviour.

This was the true figure of the god called {The True God - Infinite Mother}.