Netori: Stealing The Hero's Party!

”Quite the decor, but if you have some obsession with gore, darling,” leaning on his side while resting his head on the back of one hand and cycling the wrist of the other, Tariyaan was impressed, but to some degree repulsed by the simplistic nature of Libyanʼs interior decor. ”Just tell me and Iʼll send my finest gals, theyʼll turn this place into the nightmare of mortals.”

Looking around at the raging face of the queen yet again, Tariyaan moved closer to her again and grabbed her by the hands. Squeezing them, he took a deep breath and continued with his blabber.

”Give this place a bit of pizazz sweetheart, tickle a sprinkle of horror, maybe a massive mirror for a door that reflects the insecurities of every visitor.” Enthusiastic about anything grandeur, the man couldnʼt stop talking. ”But if you love the gore so much, how about a pulsing portal to the mortal world inside your room through a dead godʼs trachea? I have an extra, itʼs collecting dust anyways, you can have it if you want, ahaha~”

Letting the man get his laughs in, Libyan stared at him unbothered. She was afraid of him for sure, but nobody could make her beg. If oblivion was her punishment for defiance, she was ready to face it, although for now and until the death of Atheniaʼs chosen, she had decided to speak only few words to her master and avoid getting her soul crushed.

”You donʼt need to threaten me, I let go of my daughterʼs body the moment you walked in,” she said, moving his hands off of her sides.

Gasping at her words, Tariyaan covered his mouth.

”Threaten you?! Who dares spread such a rumor!” Grabbing her hand again, Tariyaan pulled them closer to his chest. Shaking his head, he grunted in defeat. ”Devils these days? Ahaha~ Always spreading these rumors and all, but donʼt worry little girl, I wonʼt hurt you much less crush that soul if you misbehave a little, I need you to lead an army of a million imps, after all!”

The man standing before Libyan was far from the most intimidating sheʼd met. And yet somehow, the flamboyance, the honey-laced threats, and the overall demeanor of pretend likeness left her at a loss as to how to handle him. She wasnʼt afraid, just uncomfortable, and knowing that full well, Tariyaan showed her kindness through a menacing lens.

”Now then, why donʼt you have your underlings bring me those barrels of scrolls? They wonʼt mean much but every bit counts when dethroning a primordial, isnʼt that right?” Laughing behind the mask of many secrets, Libyan for the first time realized that there was strength in speech, it simply depended on how you delivered it.

In Tariyaanʼs case, it was just…

ʼFucking weirding me out.ʼ

She thought and that was exactly his plan.