Netori: Stealing The Hero's Party!

Watching his servants being demolished by the heroes, it was as if he was forced to watch his lover being taken by another man. His rule would be over without that queen, and these idiots were still trying to fight someone they had no hope of defeating.

”GET THERE QUICK YOU MORONS!!” Screaming yet again in his chosenʼs ears, he urged them to get out of their bed and make way for the castle that very instant. Scared out of their dreams by that scream, Felix, Astra and Hilma all gathered outside the inn, all the while, Jenna still stayed lying on the bed beside Monty–laughing through her insanity.

”Where is she?!” Standing out on the streets where everyone was lying face-first against the ground, Felix was beyond shocked about what was happening. Not only was Jenna missing from her room, but the people of the city were slowly waking up from the nightmare that was their hellish faith in Batimos.

Without a keeper, the bracelets had no hold on the citizens. Hilma realized in an instant what that meant, but without confirming the queenʼs death with her own eyes, she didnʼt want to voice such an absurd thing.

”We should head for the castle already!” She urged, but Astra was far too anxious to move even an inch.

”B-but whatʼs going on?! Sh-shouldnʼt we try to figure that out first?!” Unable to read the room, she was the most lost of the bunch. Dumb as any average demi-human, she was freaking out on the spot while holding her pee from having just woken up from that terrifying scream from their god.

”JUST GO TO THE CASTLE AND KILL THOSE FALSE HEROES YOU FILTHY MORALS!” But the moment they heard Batimosʼ voice again, it scared them shitless before forcing the trio to take action and head straight for the queen.

ʼWHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!ʼ Being the overseer of the group, Hilma knew that they were heading into the den of the beast. Especially since their god himself was freaking out as if his life depended on whatever it was that they were supposed to be doing. Unbeknownst to them, his life–or rather his influence and faith, truly did depend on their weak shoulders.

The body of that keeper, without its influence on mortal land, Batimos was as good as dead, for the nun in white wouldnʼt grant him another blessing. Smiling at the whole ordeal, she was watching from beyond dimensions as the prospect of his death was far more interesting to her than the little heʼd achieved under her blessing. Read exclusive content at

ʼAnother disappointment…ʼ She thought, even though she was having fun simply watching his downfall.