Chapter 20: The Alpha Generals
In the end, Erilia also couldn't help but agree, or to say she couldn't force herself to refuse Zenesha's request. She became the one who was slightly behind Zenesha as they walked to the assembly hall.
Everyone was very surprised by this, especially Anika, who was still grumbling that Erilia stole her place but had no way to vent her emotions aside from giving death glares to the latter. After all, she couldn't complain to Zenesha directly.
While Zenesha still had a smile on the surface, which was technically her default expression, she was gloating inside. This was what she wanted—to slightly ruin the order of the world and her everyday life. It might be small, but in the long run, she had a hunch that it would be significant on her way to turning around her fate.
Her way to the assembly hall didn't have any obstacles, who would dare disrupt her path? Well, that was aside from her main harem, who didn't know their places.
"Her Majesty Zenesha, the Wolf Queen, has arrived!" A loud and monotonous scream sounded throughout the hall; this voice even echoed a few times. Instantly, the inside of the hall became silent, with Zenesha entering and her attendants in tow.
Werewolves didn't have a tradition of standing while bowing to their monarch, and they could do it while they were sitting. The hierarchy was deep and clear, but it had a kind of hazy term to it.
The Wolf Queen was at the top of the werewolves, and she held the authority to rule the entire race. She had the 15 alpha generals under her, who came from the elite alphas of the various packs in the Wolf Empire. And Alpha generals ruled their regions and the different small and middle packs under their jurisdiction.
In name, the wolf queen was indeed the monarch, but her power mostly centered on the Moonlight Capital, and she had no time to truly observe the vast territory of the Wolf Empire.
So, it could also be argued that the alpha generals were the kings of their land and could do anything they wanted on their territories even without reporting to the Wolf Queen, thus the hazy connections of hierarchy.
Not to mention, Prime had said that the major laws of this world have been tampered with. Zenesha didn't know how much authority in her position she could exert on these so-called generals. However, it didn't matter. From the start, she didn't care about this title at all.
For her, escaping her predicament was the most important thing. So what if these generals only respect her at face value? Zenesha didn't give a damn about them.
She roamed her eyes around, and there were more than people inside, some were the betas of the alphas, the ministers of the palace, and even... Zenesha stopped her gaze and focused in one direction, on the left.
There, someone with golden hair was leisurely sitting at the side, eating some fruits she didn't know. As he sensed her gaze, Prime raised his head and made eye contact with her.
Prime's lips immediately curled into a playful smile, and he lifted the hand holding the fruit as though inviting Zenesha to eat it. He even leaned on his seat and put his legs on top of the table before him.
Zenesha never thought she would actually feel thankful that her feelings inside couldn't translate to her expression; otherwise, her lips already twitched and the dumbfounded surprise expression was already shown on her face.
Why was this dragon in this meeting? Zenesha didn't have a clue. She looked over at others, it seemed she was the only one who could see him. She stared at him for a few seconds before averting her gaze and focusing on what was happening with the act, Zenesha was getting used to ignoring her surroundings in the middle of an act, as though she were only watching a boring show and it was fine if she skipped some scenes.
As for Prime? Zenesha wouldn't waste another minute trying to guess his intentions, in fact, it was also possible that the dragon got bored and watched some fun. With his peculiarities, she would never know what was on his mind.
"The invitations to the elves have been forwarded successfully; our Crescent Moon Pack even managed to invite their High Priestess to attend." One alpha general boasted, his voice was deeply sounding in the enclosed room, making sure his voice was loud and everyone could hear him.
Everyone could only smile and offer congratulations, but it was already raining contemptuous words inside their minds. Zenesha narrowed her eyes and silently watched the play that was happening.
She wasn't new to this kind of scene, as she often saw the ministers make an interesting play in front of her. They gave compliments, took jabs at each other, or even gracefully criticized one another with beautiful words. It was truly comical. Zenesha didn't know that she could see the same situation between the alpha generals who had reputable positions in the empire, which were equivalent to the army generals of the humans.
Zenesha's gaze was fixed on the alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack, one of the huge packs of the empire. He was huge and robust, but it could be noticed that he was already old; perhaps he looked to be in his fifties of human age. Werewolves lived far longer than humans, so this alpha general might already be hundreds of years old.
Someone also snickered at the side, which then captured Zenesha's attention. This man that was about to interrupt was slightly lean compared to the alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack, but they seemed to be of the same age.
"Your Majesty," the man's deep and dignified voice sounded even without him intentionally increasing his voice as he spoke; this made everyone look at him and become silent.
Zenesha stared at this man. Interesting... his prestige was probably the biggest of everyone in the ranks of alpha generals. So, who was this man?
The man spoke again with his commanding voice, "I already met the one in command of the Demon frontier. He said that in respect of our tradition, their siege to the dark lands will cease for a whole week," he informed in a casual manner.
Everyone turned and reacted to each other, giving covert praise to the alpha general for his deed.
"Heh, the demons can't be trusted!" refuted another, and some also agreed, while Zenesha also nodded inside.
The alpha general seemed to anticipate this before giving them a side glance and continuing in a contemptuous and arrogant tone. "Do you all see me as naive? Of course, I know more than anyone how cunning the demons are! But, I made the commander of Demon Frontier sign a soul contract, vowing to do what he declared."
As soon as he finished, this earned even more discussion from everyone present.
"What? Demons vowing to soul contract?"
"This is crazy, is this real?"
"Is the one present sick in the head?"
Even the one who refuted him was surprised. Not to mention Zenesha. The soul contract was the harshest and deepest binding contract in this world; it vowed from the origin of their souls that those who breached the contract by any means would have some of their origin souls stripped from them, and that was tantamount to death. Very few could manage to survive. This was very common for experts, especially in a duel, but it was rare for demons who were in the chaotic faction and wouldn't be tied down by any rules.
This time, Zenesha was even more interested in knowing who this man was. She stared deeply at the man, trying to remember who he was from the book that had been engraved in her memories. And as she was doing so, the man seemed to notice it and made eye contact with Zenesha.
Zenesha's eyes widened. The fuck? That wasn't an illusion, right? Or was that a coincidence?
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