Chapter 15: Power of Suggestion

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Bordering the west of the Empire was the biggest stronghold of Pence, the shield of the Seven Star Alliance, Black Barok.

With tall walls surrounding the stronghold and a 20-meter-deep moat, they created their own geographical advantage on this long green plane. Positioned strategically to face the western city of the Empire, Elenore and deploy their force along the border. If one move, the other will.

Unlike a normal city where there is a circle with a majestic castle in the middle, Black Barok has a large empty square. A summoning circle disguised as a large garden if a day will come when the two powers will clash. And unlike the many cities of the continent which employ the Empire defenses, this city was develop by their own magic defense mages.

While the walls of Black Barok remained polished from the day it was created, the gates of the city were bustling with warriors, knights, mage and many more wearing armors with dents and scratches. Scars of hardship. Prove of their struggle for their cause.

These numerous individuals serve many lords and countries. And if you look closely, there are many ‘monsters’ in the crowd. One of them is the Pirate Pillager Vanhalgur. Hanging on his back is his signature large sword, Vyevye. A swing of his will send a soul to the dead plane. A thrust of his will cleave a body to two. And accompanying him is the Serpent War Mongers. The group of ferocious men with the blood of old Vikings. Sea men who traveled the world solely to create chaos.

Knowing this group, you would have expected them to fight and burn their way but nay. They wore their cloaks and move eastwards to the Empire.

Onlooking this sight inside one of the four castle of Black Barok was the hero, his seven swords and the Church of Light entourage.

“Tell me Minister, why is our journey delayed for a week and why is there so many warriors going to the Empire and not us?” Hero Allen Brook.

“Honored Hero, the festival of the Three Moons is in a few days’ time. During this festival, the ancient formations of the Empire will be at its peak. There might be a possibility Honored Hero’s power will be interrupted.”

“As for the warriors, this is the time they will dye the land in blood.” The Black Barok minister answered him while signaling one of the servants to refill the Hero’s coffee cup.

“The festival of the Three Moons only occurs once every ten years. A night where the three moon will shine on the Empire, causing the mana of the land will be the highest. Which result in a phenomenon where the night will last for three and a half days long. The Empire will close its door and the massacre will begin. Everyone except the few protected in the safe zone will go in an all-out war with each other. Including the baker and the flower lady. All of them will draw blood.

As to why there are so many exceptional individuals heading there, the chance to try to fight the might of the Empire without repercussions is truly tempting. While the experience from fighting non-stop for the three and half day will sky rocket any cultivators’ cultivation.

But most important of them all is you cannot die in the Festival of the Three Moons. Under the moons light, all who died will be revived using the ancient formation mass revival magic. Even your mana will regenerate faster. Truly a battlefield for the strong to prove themselves.” The minister continued.

“As for the Empress, we truly won’t know it’s an impostor or not until the festival finish. The festival in a way will be the test of power for their ruler. But no matter how strong she is or those behind her, they all will bow to you Honored Hero.”

“Indeed.”

“I see you like your new slaves. Needless to say, they are ‘pure’. The best girls in the Black Barok.”

‘Truly a hero. I didn’t expect him to dress them in such lavish. And looking at their eyes, it seems they are truly happy.’ Breathing in relief, the minister continued watching the crowd move to the Empire.

“Are you happy girls?” the hero looks at the one nearest to him as he softly pads her head.

Smiling, the dog-kin girl nods her head as she enjoyed the petting. Free for the harsh condition in the slave market and living in the castle, she was truly grateful for the Hero.

She remembered when she first met the Hero. The first thing he did was to bring them all to the finest cloth shop in the stronghold and bought them a dress. He even ate with them on the same table. And later at night, they were given beds to sleep and weren’t forced to service the hero.

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“How about you four?” he asked

Like her, the four beast girls nods to show their happiness and satisfaction.

They were truly glad to serve such an honored man.

While slowly drinking his black coffee, the Hero gaze eastward towards the Empire. As if taking the gesture as signals, the Seven Swords and the few servants of the Hero gestured everyone to leave the room. Leaving only the minister, the demi-hero girl, the Hero and the Seven Swords.

“Minister, in my old world, there is a toy to satisfy your manly desire. Unfortunately, even when I tried I could not replicate it. Although, I manage to make something similar but more lifelike. Seeing you so care about those demi-human slave, I wish to give you a present.” The Hero put down his coffee cup and look at him.

Watching the Hero’s eyes, the minister knew something was wrong and stayed silent.

“Arin, prepare the present for this minister.”

Swiftly, Arin’s blade cut the four limps of the dog-kin girl. The fire blade she uses burned the flesh and seal the wounds. As for her dog tail, the skin with the lush grey fur was peeled. When only the bone and flesh remains, Arin pulled the whole tail off and replaced the lost limb with something a kind to a device. Afterwards, she used healing magic to heal the wounds along with enclosing the replaced ‘tail’ with her regenerated flash.

Truth be told, there was no meaning in peeling the tail skin, but seeing the happy face of a non-human crumbled excites the Hero so much it became the piece de resistance of the whole process. Forcing Arin to do it slowly as to produce the best cry and agony.

Screamed filled the air as anguish and betrayal sinks in. Her eyes focusing on the hero, as she plead for help. Hoping the whole thing is a lie and she to return to her happy days with the Hero.

Finished with the preparation, Arin placed the prepared dog-kin slave on the table. Displaying her untouched fruit in front of the minister.

Ignoring her scream, the Hero looked at him again, “My present for you.” He said as he holds her tongue and pull it out.

“What are you waiting for, don’t worry, all of the slaves are imbued with a special magic of mine. My gift for them while they slept yesterday. They will never become pregnant and their body will be ready to service their master(s) with a single touch on their flesh.”

Feeling the cold blade on his neck, the minister rise and did what the Hero wanted. Right then and there as their eyes observing him enjoying his new gift. Unconsciously conditioned by the Hero as the minister taste virgin blood while savoring the despair of the young dog-kin slave.

“Understand this young Minister of Defense. There is no sympathy for non-humans. They are not humans. We are the chosen one. They are ours to be used. Not care nor empathy nor any of your feelings should be directed to them. Enjoy your gift minister. I don’t wish to replace the wise Minister of Defense of the Seven Star Alliance.”

“Still hesitating?” sighing he signaled Arin to bring another one of the slaves inside. 

The walls in the castle was imbued with anti-spy magic, allowing the four girls outside to remain ignorant of the situation inside the room nor hear the scream of the dog kin girl.

“You are a capable man. Now, how about you prepare the second toy for yourself.” the Hero said as he passed the flaming sword to the hero. Positioned discretely as to not be seen by the new slave coming. 

By daybreak that day, all five slaves were finely prepared. Four of them were by the hands of the minister himself.

Secretly smiling, the Hero watch the minister carried his gifts.

Harold Javiar, the war prodigy, the Minister of Defense of the Seven Star Alliance is now inside his fold.

‘The trick of handling humans is making their interest align with yours. And like dogs, they can be conditioned with just the right stimuli. Just like that, I gain another loyal retainer. Hahaha.’

He took a glass of wine and sip. Watching the horizon grew darker.

‘One week, after that you will be mine.’

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