424 Elimination (1/2)

”AAAH!”

Legions of nearby men and women recoiled in fright while the man gargled on his blood and spasmed no end. But for better or worse, all were shocked to see the torn part grow back and replace what he'd lost.

Yet, even as he regained his speech abilities, the barbarian lord felt no joy! Instead, he broke into cold sweat, and when picturing the days to come, insurmountable dread filled and squashed his staunch exterior. Terror-stricken, he soiled himself!

”Your majesty, mercy! Mercy! I was muddled, please show mercy and grant me a quick death!”

The man implored in desperation. Alas, his pleas fell on deaf ears.

”Mercy is the plight of the feeble. Only the feeble must rely on shows of mercy to secure image and seat. This Tyrant does not. As the first immortal without connections to my house, congratulations, for an eternity of damnation.”

Konrad replied in a relaxed tone, without sparing the man another glance, and while the guards dragged him toward his new fate, his torn tongue still dangled on the ground.

Before such development, the last recalcitrant men no longer hesitated, and proclaimed in tandem:

”Your majesty, please take our wives!”

Then received their green hats. But now, all lay on their knees, with none daring to rise from their bowing stances, and as tension permeated the atmosphere the guests quivered no end.

”Hahaha, friends, statesmen and dignitaries, please do not let this small matter startle you. I understand your loyalty but am ashamed of receiving such tributes. Now, I can only do my best to leave your women full to the brim.

Come, come, let me offer you a toast!”

Konrad replied and with a wave of his hand, a wine cup full of fragrant liquor appeared before him. After raising the cup toward his kneeling officials, he brought it to his lips and emptied it in one go.

”Thank you, your majesty for your graces!”

The legions of kneeling men proclaimed like a trained division!

”You may rise! Daphne, what else do you have in stores for us?”

Konrad inquired, and while the trembling souls returned to their teetering feet, Daphne carried on.

”Hum, hum. Thank you, husband. Men on the left, women on the right. You two groups will have different functions. But fret not, delights await all.”

Daphne instructed and with three claps, made the tens of thousands of guests soar into the air. The ladies on Konrad's thighs were no exception. The males formed a division on the left and the females, another on the right. The imperial palace's maids then moved into action, surrounding the female guests to replace their elegant dresses with strappy bras and panties designed by none other than Daphne.