"My hyrajiian, the Grand Lord of the Halcyon Tribe and many of its strongest warriors escaped the final purge. We cannot proceed with the Jade Elf Restructuring Consortium's master purification plan whilst the Halcyon stands between us and those weaker dragon tribes. We MUST hunt them NOW, before things spiral out of control."
...
He dares show impassivity at my urging? Hyrajiian he may be, but my leader he is not.
...
Finally, this thing deigns to respond to me.
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"I do worry what this Chronovoid's announcement means for our elves. Completing the plan set forth by the J.E.R.C. is, of course, our highest priority— solely WE perfect elves deserve to be the sapient inhabitants of OUR perfect planet. However! I must strike a balance between ideology and the dragons' power. Particularly that of this new threat claiming to be a god; we pure elves cannot yet purge gods."
Kff. Whoever named that consortium needs to be executed. At least he said each letter individually.
"What would you do? Wait for them to grow FAT on the spoils of inter-tribe competition, whilst our technological prowess once more falls behind their physical and mental aptitudes?"
He nods his head.
"Yes. Yes, I would. I plan to use diplomacy to placate them. We have a new weapon almost ready; I recently designated it 'the Mana implosive bomb.' If we cannot beat them in battle, we'll annihilate them with far more force than their bodies can bear."
"THAT could be completed tomorrow or in ten years! This is an unreasonable risk! Who knows if this Chronovoid will push his species into subjugating us for his own benefit?!"
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"ENOUGH, minister. I am the hyrajiian, and my Will is the Will of our elven people. We shall negotiate, and then, we shall purge them."
I ready my hidden blade.
"You. YOU! You were NEVER a purist at heart!"
"Minister, I know you're a—"
I slide the blade deep into his neck.
*shink*
"I'm a—? I'm a WHAT. Say it hyrajiian. Maybe you'll get a chance to live. Say it through your punctured trachea."
*blug*
*hrup*
...
"{F—... ool}"
...
The trash drops onto the floor where it belongs.
*thud*
I watch blood drain out like water from a ruptured water basin. Indeed, this thing's equally as useless.
Well. More useless. At least a water basin can be fixed.
That said.
I'm a FOOL? How dare you. Even in DEATH you mock the purest of our elven blood. You— you cannot be fixed.
*pthew*
I gladly spit upon your corpse!
I walk over to and sit down in my new chair.
I quickly assess my situation and I find it acceptable.
I had many supporters already, so this is more a change in appearance than a change in power. Still! My words are now law. As they should've been long ago.
I glance at a pile of trash.
Hmm, maybe I should leave it there to add to my intimidation factor. Yes, let's do that. My enemies must tremble as the dragons do. Dragons who will soon cease to exist. Then I'll need someone else to oppress.
Hm! Not hard to decide who!
Those lesser elves' suffering? It'll be splendid.
"Guard! Guard!"
Ah, some body is yelling.
A guard waltzes in, weapon drawn.
*chrk*
*thd*
*thd*
*thd*
*thd*
*thd*
I point at the dead thing on my floor.
"This man attacked me. You did NOTHING."
He stalls, slightly confused.
...
*thud*
He prostrates.
"I am SO sorry, hyrajiian."
I nod my head.
"Good! But do better next time. That is all."
He gets up and runs out. He's not walking lazily like before.
*shp*
*shrp*
*tud*
*tud*
*tud*
*tud*
*schiiing*
"AGHHH!"
Evidently, whoever yelled? They can't anymore. I'll be giving that guard a raise. He's an example for all of elfkind.
Now.
"Attendant!"
"Yes, my hyrajiian?"
Also good.
"We're declaring war. Total war."
"We're committing it all, my hyrajiian?"
"No. We're saving our species. Announce it."
A pause.
"Yes, my hyrajiian."
Good.
Very good.
For me.