The Greatest Warlord

Ressurection 2

"It's been a while, my dear pawns."

The dark moon, with its red lingering aura, radiated a menacing atmosphere over the desolate world in the new space. A girl with overwhelmingly ominous intentions welcomed her visitors from the eye of the storm, standing before them and staring excitedly as if she were seeing her prey after a thousand years of hunger.

However, Anna and the Young Man recognize the aura she emanates from her appearance and mana flow—a wicked aura that makes people tremble before her presence. A being who once stood above all and brought despair in the past.

Diavolo, The Evil King.

Shocked to learn that the lord they once served is still alive, Anna and the Young Man immediately kneel before her. The girl laughs, remembering how obedient her subordinates were. But instead of acknowledging their devotion, she returns to her knees and plays with the flowers again, letting them remain kneeling before her.

For a moment, the Young Man doubts whether the figure before them is truly the lord they once served. But her mana flow, the intense aura she emanates—all of it is identical to the lord they knew. Her appearance may have changed due to a strange phenomenon that affects the physical structure of dark creatures like Anna, but her personality doesn't match.

The Evil King he knew was a sovereign with an insatiable thirst for power, who held prestige above all else. Once he took control of his subordinates, he would immediately command them to bow and serve him in pursuit of world domination. But now, before their eyes, she was different—the bloodthirsty lord was gone, replaced by an eerie young girl.

The Young Man couldn't accept the sudden change. He immediately assumed the being before him was a false lord and then raised his leg towards the young girl's head as if he were going to kick her.

"Malakar isn't it? Guess you do remember me very well..." the Young Lady didn't spare a single glance.

The world then turned black once again. But not long after, the world reappeared, and they found the young lady sitting on a throne she had created in this space, looking at the Young Man. The Young Man lowered his foot, realizing that the young lady was now out of his reach. He stared at the young girl, trying to uncover what was on her mind as he always did, but he found nothing except her excitement at meeting them both.

Now convinced that the young lady is indeed the former lord he served, the Young Man bowed even deeper, hoping his apology would be accepted.

"Good boy, I've made a good choice for giving you that eyes." the Young Lady smiled eerily.

The Young Man and Anna fell into silence, having nothing more to say except for the fear and joy they felt at meeting the lord they once served. The young lady then stepped down from her throne and created a dark coloured cloak from nothing in this new space. She smiled as she donned the cloak, unable to hide how much she missed her slaves.

"Malakar and Belladonna, raise your head." the Young Lady order.

But none of them raised their heads; instead, they continued bowing as if they had never heard that name. The only thing they remembered was how they served their lord and obeyed whenever their names were spoken. The young lady took the hint and now understood the aftereffects of having put them to sleep for almost an eternity.

"My dear warlords, please raise your head." the Young Lady order again.

Anna and the Young Man then raised their heads as instructed. The young lady's assumption was correct—they were no longer bound by their names and had fully disengaged from the contract she had made with them long ago. However, the fact that they could still stand before her and bow their heads was something she still couldn't understand.