Every instinct in the Orc King's body screamed at him.
His heart pounded hard and his blood ran cold.
This was not a threat but a promise.
"...I won't care about your usefulness anymore."
She released him.
He collapsed to the ground, gasping for air.
"So you better behave."
Roselle turned to the Goblin Shaman.
The Shaman immediately raised both hands.
"I'm obedient! I'm obedient!"
Roselle scoffed.
She began walking away.
"Follow me."
The Shaman swallowed hard.
She glanced down at the Orc King, still sprawled on the ground.
With a sigh, she reached down and helped him to his feet.
As she did, her mind raced.
Just who could make Roselle call them "Lord"?
Her eyes widened.
Could it be...?
No way, right?
But Roselle was the most obsessed with the Eternal Moon, even among them.
There was no way she could call anyone else her lord.
Then did this mean...
"Not coming?"
Roselle's voice cut through her thoughts.
