Intermission
The balcony was located on the tallest building in this city. From here, he could see the city which he ruled.
He smirked as he took in the view, and pressed the glass to his lips.
“—So what?”
He was a merciful king.
That being the case, the cleanest way to do it would be to push the weakling off from here. The most important thing was that the extreme circumstances of the fall might awaken the power of the weakling.
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“The Theocracy is building a field camp nearby. If this carries on, they will attack our Royal Capital in the coming years.”
“…If this goes on, we will all be destroyed. Please, I beseech your Majesty to use his might—”
He — the King — laughed it off.
If he turned his head over his shoulder to look, he would see a citizen of his country kneeling there — a female Elf.
She was so weak, with no special abilities, and thus utterly worthless.
“…Don't be stupid. Do you lack the will to muster up the strength to defend your own country? Or do you expect me to save you from any difficulty that crops up?”
There was a distinct difference between the power of the Theocracy and that of his nation.
The only reason why the Elves could still hold the line in the face of the overwhelming power of the Theocracy was due to their guerilla tactics — the only field in which they surpassed the Theocracy — and the fact that the Theocracy feared losing troops to the monsters of the Great Forest of Evasha. Thus, they had slowed their advance.
“…How surprising. Are you at your wits' end because you are all weaklings? This is truly a country of idiots. All the children that I sired turned out to be nothing but useless.”
Still, he should not hold the people solely to blame. His many children had turned out that way as well. Their true number meant nothing to him so he paid it no heed; why would anyone bother counting pieces of garbage? It was probably because their mothers' blood was too strong. None of the offspring he had bred from them possessed even a fraction of his power.
The woman bowed deeply, and left.
The children born of weaklings would only be weak. Thus, he needed strong mothers.
“And they fell short of my expectations.”
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“… Should I go all-out on the humans? I can breed with them, after all.”
Suddenly he turned his gaze to the distance, and memories of the past surfaced.
In the past, he had tricked the woman who had been known as the trump card of the Theocracy, and then he had captured her. He had chained her up and raped her, and even impregnated her. However, she had been stolen away by the Black Scripture before she could give birth.
That child was his. Since it had been born, they should give it back.
This was not kindness of any sort.
“—I do look forward to that.”
He walked back into the room, imagining the glorious future that would soon dawn. Facing him was a full-length mirror which reflected his image.
It was that of an Elf whose eyes had mismatched colours.
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