Although Keil was apparently friendly, would the other inhabitants of the castle be the same?
As he thought about how to resolve his doubts, he fixed his gaze directly on Keil.
She had a slight smile on her face. She could be described as beautiful but she also had an air of being a concerned smile that was apparently hiding something, which gave him a bad feeling.
Was the loyalty of the castle dwellers immutable?
If her loyalty could be broken, then what could he do not to lose her?
Give them rewards? In theory there was a treasury in the castle. But he wasn't sure what was in that place, or if that would be enough to guarantee his loyalty.
Then he remembered something fundamental that worked in his world.
The power. If he has the power, then he has the power to be above all, the power to dominate them all, the power to destroy them all.
He reached out his hand for the staff and as if there was a connection, it moved towards his hand.
The eight gems embedded in the Staff glowed faintly, as if asking his master's permission to use his great power.
"No"
At the earlier thought, he shook his head.
He knew what that kind of power could cause, his country fell into ruin because the wrong people got absolute power.
Absolute power corrupts absolutely.
If he was Zark, then one of his priorities was to use his power correctly; the least he wanted was to be a ruthless dictator.
Releasing the Staff, it simply slowly moved a few feet away from him as if throwing a bitter tantrum.
Going back to what he had to do; As long as he acts as a fair leader, it should be unlikely that others will act hostile towards him. It does not matter if it is a human or an animal, as long as you do not show your weaknesses, the enemy will not show direct aggression.
She felt as if his shoulders were released from a great weight, so she focused her gaze on the only person who was with him.
He had to do something, although the silence was perfect for thinking, having a girl with her gaze fixed on his person was extremely uncomfortable.
"Keil ..."
An answer came immediately "say my lord?"
Rising from the throne, and holding the Staff in one hand he said "Come closer."
"As you wish."
Responding with a smile, Keil stepped closer. Before he knew it, she was close enough to hug him.
"What a nice smell… what the hell am I thinking ?!" It was the first thing she thought of having the beautiful Keil so close to her.
That thought was instantly ignored the moment she thought about it, this was not the time to fantasize about obscene things.
But maybe… How about testing the limits of her authority over Keil?
It was something important, obviously there were no ulterior motives or some kind of thought-provoking Machiavellian plan just to touch a girl. Deep down though, Zark knew they were mere excuses.
"I'm going to touch you."
"Yes my Lord, play whatever you want and where you want."
Completely ignoring that last sentence, he raised her hand and touched Keil's hand. Although some words floated in his mind 'Ah how thin', 'Ah what softness', 'Ah what beauty' ... and some other ideas that are not suitable for all audiences appeared in his head, all the male desires were completely ignored since he only wanted feel your pulse.
He was beating… the beating of a heart. If he were a biological being, this should be given as normal.
Why wasn't Zark's heart beating?
Releasing her, he looked down at her own hand and saw her pale skin. Without losing hope, he searched for her pulse, obviously there was no heartbeat.
Was it because Zark was an undead, a Fey, or an Alien?
He wasn't sure, but it would most likely be the first.
Of course, being undead meant being mostly dead, it made sense not to have a heartbeat.
Backing away a little, he looked at Keil.
He saw that her eyes were wet. With a flushed face.
Seeing Keil's appearance stunned him.
He felt uncomfortable at Keil's strange expression, he didn't know what he should do next.
She was simply too perfect to be real, although he had already checked the touch of her, he must be completely sure that she was loyal to Zark ... yes, definitely her action did not have double meaning, it was all for the greater good .
"Keil ... Can I ... Can I touch you ?!"
"Huh?"
The atmosphere instantly froze.
Keil's eyes widened in surprise.
Even he was ashamed. Although there was no way around it, he also didn't understand why he was saying this. Actually, asking someone such a thing in a high tone of voice was truly vulgar.
But being unable to think of anything else, he had to. Convinced, he mentally stabilized himself and with the dignity of a ruler he said.
"It shouldn't matter, right?"
He didn't feel worthy in the least.
"Of course, my lord. Please play where you want. "
Keil I brought his face dangerously close ... his delicate, smooth and beautiful face. Only being separated by centimeters from his own.
In an attempt to avert her gaze from him, she lowered his eyes but found Keil's breasts, the shapely and balanced twin peaks of his. He was in direct contact with his body.
If he wasn't in such a strange situation, he would have passed out.
Pushing her away slightly, he decided to touch Keil's face.
He reached out and slowly advanced. There was an abnormal amount of tension in the environment.
Unable to do so, he looked directly at Keil, realized that his eyes were shining and he had a slight smile of happiness on his face, he seemed to mentally say "Come on, make me yours!"
Doubting whether it was from emotion or embarrassment, his hand trembled under the pressure, but he made up his mind and reached out.
The first thing he noticed was the warmth to the touch that a living being produced, followed by the smoothness of his skin, it had no wrinkles or imperfections and although it was firm, it was also soft.
He continued his movement towards his hair, it was so smooth and light that his hand glided without any problem and his peculiar silver tone gave it a pleasant exotic beauty.
"Unn ... Anh ..."
The moment Keil let out a sweet moan, he stopped his experiment.
Considering everything he knew, Zark had come up with two possible explanations for this situation.
Due to his actions they may consider him a pervert, but in an attempt to preserve his dignity, he knew that he should apologize for his inappropriate behavior.
"Excuse me, Keil."
"Woo ah ..."
Keil was breathing hard and his face was flushed so badly that his body radiated heat.
Shyly she spoke "My lord, if it is your wish you can continue, I have no problem giving you my first time; and if we do it in this place, it would be a dream come true. "
After Keil got carried away and proposed something like that, he was unable to suppress a cry of surprise.
"...How...?"
His mind suddenly went blank, preventing him from deciphering the meaning of that statement.
"First time? Are you referring to ...? "
"May I ask what should I do with my clothes?"
His brain finally understood Keil's words.
IF HE IS TALKING ABOUT IT!
"Should I undress myself? If I stay dressed ... the clothes could get dirty ... "
Realizing Keil's exact intentions, his heart wavered from him.
He was attracted to girls, and if one of Keil's beauty scale made that proposal, he would not hesitate to accept. But his current situation warranted focusing on his priorities.
"Enough" his voice echoed through the throne room.
"Huh? Yes my lord."
"Now ... Now is not the time for that kind of thing."
She wanted to shoot herself or maybe hang herself again, she was served on a silver platter and he rejected her, he felt like a disgusting being for not having taken advantage of the moment ... but he knew it, there were other things that he had to try first.
"Putting that aside ... I have another request to make."
"No matter what it is, I will obey in total submission."
"Aahh ... Yeah ... submission" that last word reasoned in his mind several times, like an echo that did not end, in an attempt to clear his mind, he shook his head and radically changed the subject. "I need you to guide me to the Amphitheater using the fastest method."
"Your wishes are orders my lord, is there no problem with using one of the teleportation rooms?"
Zark, following Keil herself; Walking through the throne room towards the exit, he came to the front of a large door on the other side of the room. Rising more than seven meters, this masterful double door was meticulously engraved with an Angel on the right panel and a demon on the left panel. The engraving was so vivid that he felt like they might jump out of the door and start attacking. As if the door had some kind of consciousness, it slowly opened automatically. Leaving the throne room behind. They came to a huge dome-shaped room. A large four-color crystal embedded in the ceiling emitted rays of white light. There were seventy-two niches in the wall, each of which had a support for a statue, but they were empty which gave the place an appearance of desolation. As they advanced, he noticed that ahead there were some humanoid figures waiting, they looked like part of the castle staff. The first servant to catch his eye was a young butler
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