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  “That demon, that’s what that thing was, is a subordinate of the demon lord Jaldabaoth. He is an enemy of my master, Momonga. I can kill it, though it will return with a small army,” Valencia expined.

  The gathered lizardmen, elders, warriors and hunters alike, then decided to all speak at once, upon hearing her words. Shasuryu had a headache already, he didn’t really need all their talking to make it worse. He put a hand to his brow and sighed.

  They were in the rgest of the huts. This hut had been made specifically for meetings with the members of the tribe. It had no chairs, and everyone sat on the floor. The wooden walls and thatch ceiling gave the air a wooden smell, like a carpenter’s shop.

  “So, we need to kill this beast so that it doesn’t come back. That’s fine, we have you and you can kill it. The army that it’ll bring is a problem though,” he spoke while spping his hand down to his knees.

  The room still at the sound of his voice. Everyone looking to him as he spoke, his voice reaching them all in the wooden building. He looked around the room, his gaze bored into everyone present, all except Valencia.

  Her gaze was stern, and serious. It was as if her life was on the line, in this case it was. She was sterner now than usual, that scared him. Whatever this demon and demon army was, was serious.

  “We don’t have the numbers to fight off an army, nor the special magic that it would take to kill the demons well enough. We need help,” he spoke, his voice strained.

  “We can gain aid from my master, goddess of death and the end times. She will aid us. Of that, I am sure,” Valenica said with a sudden smile, “It is only a case of manpower. We need more hands. My master is very busy with ordering the dead to where they belong,” Valencia spoke with a self-assured voice.

  She looked around the room as she brushed some of her orange hair past her ear. Everyone was on edge, and with the smallest of actions, she drew their attention. It was surreal to see this side of her. She rarely did any conversion work, yet now it seemed that she was pulling every card in her hand today.

  “We need the help of the other lizard man tribes. If the demon is here, then it didn’t come for me. Jaldabaoth’s Demons only work on his orders. If he came here for me, then the demon lord would have come himself to see me in whatever pain he orchestrated for me, and you lot undoubtedly, to endure,” she finished, and everyone reflexively rexed when her voice died down.

  She let the words soak in, Shasuryu gncing around the area, to the elders and to the young people here. He looked to his brother, the barer of frost pain. The sword made of ice was a powerful symbol here. His words meant something.

  “Then we should go out and gather the tribes. All of them then. It is not a matter of petty politics or old anger. This is a matter of survival then. If the demon came here for us rather than her, then we need them,” His brother spoke, his voice washing over everyone.

  “That’s right,” spoke one of the elders, “we need the help from dy Valencia’s goddess, and the help from the pother tribes. Yet how do we gain help from a goddess? How do we get her attention?” she asked.

  Everyone looked to Valencia. Her face betrayed a small smirk, that pyed across her lips. She was up to something.

  “All we need to do is,” she said while pausing, “Build a alter to my master and goddess. A rge one, then she will give us the weapons and armor we need to fight this battle,” she said, and the others looked at each other, confused as to why she was smirking, this didn’t seem bad at all.

  “We will also need to pray to her and convert to her faith. She only cares for those in her flock. Other people in other groups have their own issues. Her’s and her people’s issues are her own,” she expined.

  “Alright then,” Shasuryu spoke up, “Let’s do this thing!”

  …

  Momonga sat on her chair, in her office. A maid stood off to the side, in her hands was a bottle of mead. The clear, golden liquid danced with the light of the room. The maid stood, there, a smile gracing her face.

  Curled up in a bnket that had become her go-to casual wear basically, Momonga looked at the lizardman tribe. They were doing as Clemintine, or Valencia now, had told them to do. The altar and shrine were coming along swimmingly.

  Yes, it felt a bit bad to force conversions on like this, yet this was the first idea that she had. It was better than simply conquering the lot of the outright. The pn was actually hers. Though it had been modified by both Cocytus and Demiurge.

  The vilgers and Valencia had discussed pns at length after they had come to the discission to ask for aid. Momonga was somewhat shocked. The lizardmen didn’t really seem to care about their own religion.

  That brought her mind back to the woman who, at one point, been Clemintine. She had changed, of course. Her hair was much longer. Her manner of speech was more polite. To top it all off, she no longer believed in the Six Great Gods.

  Momonga had used memory manipution magic to alter the woman’s personality somewhat. She now knew of the secrets of the Sine Theocracy. She know knew of their secret weapon.

  She also had a pn on how to make them pay for what they undoubtedly did to Shalltear. She wasn’t blind. She wasn’t deaf. They were the ones to brainwash her, they had the world item, after all.

  She couldn’t make a move yet, she needed to get roots in this nd before that. She wanted to make them pay for what they made her do. She wanted revenge. Not now, though, not yet.

  Momonga looked away from the screen, the mirror of remote viewing. She looked to the gss of mead in her hand, then swirled it around. Letting the liquid dance in the gss, then she took a swig of it and sighed.

  “I’ll have to make sure that Demiurge and Cocytus don’t go overboard with this one. We don’t need, or want, these people dead,” she mentioned as she looked back to the mirror.

  The maid nodded her head, very happy that she got to be her maid for the day. Though, she was the maid who had stood in front of the door on that day with Albedo. The thought made the maid flush with embarrassment.

  Momonga, ignoring this, grabbed some papers from the desk and read them. This day was going to be a long one. She was sure of that, in the least.

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