Bab 17: Humbled? Never!
Bizinda wished she was able to stop her vampiric regeneration, that way she would have been able to make herself deaf for the long, long duration of her travel with the wretch.
It was truly impressive how good he was at finding ways to break free of her blood puppet ability, as it turned out, the little bastard didn't need any ink to blind her, he could shoot his spit with devastating precision and speed.
It apparently served no other reason than dirtying her eyes, no basic infection could befell her but it was still incredibly uncomfortable.
She actually need to look away from him to avoid such an outcome, which didn't stop him from spitting on her anyways.
As he successfully broke free from the ability multiple times, even if never managing to do so in his limbs, he was able to run his mouth for longer and longer, taking the time to hurl profanities at her with his sound-attack of a voice.
From the ones that were such elevated language that it seemed like he was subtly insulting a fellow noble in front of their monarch to just calling her a bitch.
The travel wasn't even that long, but she wouldn't have been able to endure any longer without killing him.
At least, there were advantages to having this particular annoyance to carry around, he was so flexible, she felt compelled to check if he had bones multiple times or question if his flesh wasn't actually slime.
With such elasticity, the wretch could fall from high distance without as much as a bruise, but that didn't prove much, he was so light, he pretty much floated down, especially when paired with his oversized choice of clothing.
So when she got to the designated cave, which really was just a big, straight pit, she just dropped him in, the Obisidian Queen could deal with him now.
Splatting on the ground like a wet blanket, the wretch stood up and looked around, feeling the effect of blood puppet completely vanishing.
"Ah finally"
"You're leaving me here you sucker? You didn't even take a taste of my superior blood!" he shouted up, hearing his voice echo against the walls of the cave.
'You would have choked on its tastiness' he added in his mind, as he turned his attention to the other end of the cave.
The sun was shining down into the pit but where the light didn't reach, it was complete and utter darkness, even his night vision didn't help here.
Not interested in dwelling inside of here, the wretch was about to scale back up when he noticed that the dense darkness... Moved.
"Ah" he exclaimed in a quiet tone.
The place was ridiculously small, the light didn't allow for any completely dark corners, it just so happens, that protruding from a large hole in the ground, a completely dark mass of twisting obsidian was observing him.
"My apologies for the rough transport, I am the Obsidian Queen, most recent monster monarch since time immemorial" for a bunch of obsidian with a voice, she sounded strangely nice the ears.
The wretch spotted a certain portion of it from the center leaning closer to him, it had the rough shape of a humanoid upper body, without any arms or features.
Atop the head of the effigy, with frankly, didn't look much better than the poop scultures the small monster tried his hands at, a few straight lines extended, which had to represent a crown.
'A crown! Of course, I should get myself a crown too!' completely unimpressed, the wretch's mind was somewhere else.
"Very interesting but I do not care" he rudely responded before his forehead suddenly began passionately kissing the floor.
"Not afraid at all of my title, of your own queen, your guts must be beyond any understanding or is it your hubris? Mmh" the Obsidian Queen talked as the wretch felt blood coming out from his ears, eyes, mouth and nose all at once.
"You are a strange case, never seen before, an exception to the rule dare I say, you definitely have your place amongst my most trusted followers..." the queen inched closer to the prostrating monster.
"...What am I saying? There can be no trust between you and me, even as I overwhelm you with ease, you don't acknowledge my superiority, I truly wonder what goes on in that little head of yours"
"Still, you seem to have more potential than the others, your limbs may be weak and fragile, your ego offensively large and your respect for your opponents nonexistent but I foresee accomplishments" the wretch was trying to struggle against the invisible force pressing down on him but it was useless.
"You shall receive orders directly from me and no one else" the wretch body spasmed at the heresy he was hearing.
"Our battle against our enemies will be difficult and harsh, we must wittle at their strength in any way possible, spark animosity before they can realise and rally against us, your first mission will be to destroy the great adventurer guild in the province to the east of Roderst, the country in which we currently are" she commanded, the wretch felt a slight tingle of pain, as if something had just physically seeped through his flesh.
"Use any means necessary and come back to serve me again"
"Go, Axiolypito, Fourth Minister" the wretch suddenly regained control of his body and the Obsidian Queen was gone, having most likely slithered back from the hole she came from.
He rubbed the blood covering his face off, immediately noticing the foreign will trying to guide his actions.
"Obsidian Queen huh?! Good move! Great even! Of course a monarch as pathetic as you would require the help of a figure as magnificent as me! It is simply superb! If you are the queen of monsters, then I must be their gods! Ahahah!" the wretch was fuming but no amount of body shifting and will could shake off the influence she had instilled into him.
She couldn't control him, only limit his actions and force him to do her bidding eventually.
'Very well, you're a weakling, so I'll play your game, you want to weaken the enemies? That's good for me too! That will only leave your useless self once it is done, easy as pie!' he thought, only paying half attention to the onslaught of system windows, which was just a constant repeat congratulating him for finding his true name.
Axiolypito waved them away.
'Too bad your bitchy self wasn't more precise with your order...'
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