Netori: Stealing The Hero's Party!

His departure filled the scarcely illuminated room with a silence that none dared to break. There was nothing left to do, the people were happy, the roads were well-built and the farmerʼs lands rich with bounty. The councilmen felt insulted for even being summoned to the queenʼs mansion.

”I suppose you people want to leave too?” The queen whispered yet her voice echoed loud enough for it to be audible to everyone. Turning their heads in her direction, the council members masked their disappointment with a smile before heading off one by one.

Left alone in the hall with just her servant blowing a massive fan in her direction, the queen turned her gaze to the only seat that had been empty even before the council members had been called.

ʼThose guys should be arriving any minute now, I should get ready with the details of my plan.ʼ

Closing her eyes and turning her head to face the front, the djinn could see the heroʼs party just landing on her island.

”I want someone to escort our guest here before nightfall,” she ordered the servants standing beside her. Leaving the fans in their wall holders in an instant, they rushed out to get someone with much higher authority and also capable of bringing the heroes to the mansion safely.

Opening her eyes with a stern look in them for once, the queen folded her lamiaan tail and turned them into walkable human legs. Getting off her throne laden with sharp spikes of obsidian, she began to stretch her arms and legs, her back and the rest of her body unharmed from the spikes.

”You want to play a stupid hand, Iʼm gonna show you where that leads you…” Fire burned in her eyes as she planned retaliation not just against Aran but also her council that was being poisoned by the man who sits on that empty chair. ”I give you prosperity and laughs, but you morons canʼt be sated…”