A satisfying grin spread wide across Yuval's face as he watched from above how they were being slaughtered.
With this, I've killed two birds with one stone!
I managed to eliminate some potential threats that are after my life, while spreading some more wickedness in my name to stabilize their views about me.
I'm sure even the system won't find a problem with this. Because Yuval would've done exactly this. Either for entirely different reasons, but he'd have done this amount of pettiness.
After the knights had finished slaughtering the spies, all except the girl who Yuval promised to spare her life, they stopped and looked back up at Yuval.
"With her, what shall be done, your majesty?"
The girl quivered, gathering her body to herself as she awaited Yuval's verdict.
Yuval clicked his tongue in irritation, his brows wrinkling from the simmering anger that built up within him.
"I clearly said every one of them, did I not?" He asked, his tone dripping with edge. "Kill her!"
A gasp rippled from the girl, her head snapping toward Yuval, eyes filled with tears and pleas. But the knight didn't let the moment stretch any longer and instantly decapitated her.
All who had gathered and witnessed this could only shut their eyes and look away in pity. Although they'd known their Lord as foolishly cruel, they hadn't witnessed anything like this.
But they weren't surprised. Since they know well he was capable of it.
"Everyone else in the dungeon," Yuval continued, drawing everyone's attention. "Slaughter them all."
The knights bowed in response, ready to get into action anytime.
"From now on, anyone who infiltrates my palace and attempts to steal my life would never be pardoned. Dismiss!" He waved them away with a commanding gesture.
The workers and everyone gathered split up, returning to their various positions, murmurs humming along as they left.
Tch! If only I had full control of my body, all hell would've broken loose by now.
[Ding!]
[+30 points]
To one among the two guards that remained behind him, Yuval demanded.
"Escort me to my wives' quarters."
The guard bowed and started leading the way.
They must've heard word of this, I'm sure.
Yuval was escorted out of the main palace where he resided, toward the northern end of the imperial compound.
On both sides of the narrow tiled road stood several buildings, neatly lined up. Each one was medium-sized, with tiled roofs and decorated with fancy ornaments that gave off a traditional feel. The road stretched straight from one end to the other, passing between the houses.
Damn! It's long!
A moment after Yuval arrived there, women draped in fine, elegant garments started coming out. Each stood by their threshold, spiffed up with fancy jewelry and hairdos.
Yuval's eyes almost popped out of their sockets seeing just how many women came out. Although there were some houses where no one came out, the ones who came out were plenty.
H-how many are they? Yuval stuttered, squinting his eyes to get a clear view and count of them. 12? No, 15? Goodness, 17?!
The women all lined forward, lowering themselves into a bow to greet Yuval.
"We welcome your majesty into our humble abode," they chorused.
Although Yuval was taken aback by the amount of women known as his wives, his eyes couldn't help but scrutinize their different shapes and sizes.
His gaze flicked here and there, gazing at the big breasts, moderate breasts, and the small ones. He was accessing their figures. How plump they were, how big an asset they carried and how they varied.
Unbeknownst to him, his cheeks had flared up, and his nose had started dripping crimson. Until it dropped to his cloth did he notice.
Shit! If that fool had won them all with love and affection, I'd be having a good time by now!
Yuval cursed within himself.
Just look at these angels… these… these…. Ugh!
However, the bliss he felt from just staring at them soon drowned the instant his eyes landed on one among them.
Yuval's eyes slowly widened in horror as he registered the young girl's look in his head. She appeared no taller than a 12-13 years old child. Her body had no signs of any development that labeled her a woman.
She was petite, flat if one dared say.
Yuval's mouth hung open from disbelief, his eyes darkening with horror.
He even… he even took in a child as his wife?!! His subconsciousness screamed, traumatized by the sight in front of him.
No… no… he's a total scum! A scum! He cursed, about to give up life.
But despite this, Yuval couldn't quite break out of his state of shock and trauma.
Only then did Yuval calm down, his eyes properly scrutinizing the child-looking girl who was adorned in clothes her size, also draped in fine jewelry like the others.
S-she's not a child? So she's like.. what are they called? Loli?
Yuval breathed out a sigh of relief, his muscles relaxing.
Damn! I almost chose death there.
Even though the real Yuval might be younger than me since he's 19 and I'm 20, certain behaviors can't be excused.
Yuval turned to the guard who escorted him here, and passed his orders to him.
"Have them all meet me in the throne room," he said and turned to leave.
As he walked back, he started.
"There are no guards escorting me right now, so I have to rely on you to show me the way since I have no idea where the throne room is," he said to the system.
I wonder how fancy the throne room looks like. And what about my crown? Is it there? I'd like to see.
Yuval followed the floating system till they arrived at a large double door that stretched from the foundation up to the top of the building.
The door was golden and hefty. Two guards stood at either side, keeping watch. They bowed to Yuval and pushed it open to allow him access.
Yuval entered through the door into a spacious hall, vast like it was a field itself. At the very far end sat the throne, steeped in luxurious stones and ornaments.
Yuval strutted majestically to the throne, his garment flowing behind him as he pushed forward like a praised hero.
On the throne sat the golden crown.
Why's it here? Does Yuval not wear it?
Yuval took the crown, placed it over his head and sat majestically on the throne. His thighs were parted, hands resting fully on the throne's arms, with head tilted back as he waited for his wives to arrive.
"What else but to divorce them?" Yuval fired.