“This city is now part of the Wulfenbach Empire.”
It was not the horrified scream he was used to. These people - all underage women, he noted - were delighted to hear such news. He glared at them. None were familiar faces.
“Are you ladies… all right?”
“EEEeeeeeEEEEEeeeeEEEEEeeee!” One fainted. Three fanned themselves. Two were crying. All seemed ecstatic that he had turned his attentions their ways.
He sighed. Teenaged hysteria. It had no cure and knew no boundaries. He was old enough to be their father, for crying out loud!
Still… a willing minion is a better minion…
“Perhaps you’d like to sign up for service duties aboard Castle Wulfenbach…”
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