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"Then prepare to die. Once you\'re dead, all your soldiers will follow, and then comes the turn of your precious cutie pie... Ren," Anon declared, an evil grin playing on his lips.

Suddenly, something clicked in the great mother\'s mind, and an indescribable fear gripped her heart.

\'I may risk myself, I may risk the family, but I cannot jeopardize Ren. I don\'t know what this monster might do to my dear Ren.\'

"If I accept your terms of servitude, do you pledge to spare Ren?" the great mother inquired.

"Abstaining from harming him is asking too much, but I can endeavor not to terminate him," Anon replied.

"I require a guarantee that you won\'t kill him, and then I will accept your conditions," the great mother insisted.

"What are they discussing?" Grad questioned Derein.

"Well, I think they are negotiating a deal. Anon always demands a price for everything he provides, even if it\'s sparing your life," Derein explained.

"How do you possess such knowledge, Queen Derein?" Grad queried, a suspicious glint in his eyes.

"I can vouch for Anon\'s intentions. Would you like me to confirm with him ?" Derein suggested.

"N-No... I was merely joking," Grad quickly retorted.

"I don\'t appreciate jokes from an elderly man," Derein stated, turning her attention back to Anon.

"No assurances will be granted here, my dear. I believe you fail to grasp the situation; I am the player, and you are a pawn I manipulate. So, make up your mind swiftly, or I\'ll execute Ren before your eyes, followed by your entire household," Anon warned.

Anon could effortlessly hypnotize her into accepting the contract, but he refrained from doing so. He derived pleasure from witnessing others\' agony and torment. Blackmailing others by exploiting their vulnerabilities was another of his predilections.

"I-I accept," the great mother finally conceded, a sorrowful expression veiling her face.

"Excellent, now we are talking right to the topic. Here is your shining slave collar." Anon remarked as the sickles vanished from his hands, and a slave collar materialized.

"What the heck...?"

"Oh, dear... Is that a slave collar?"

"What in the world does this kid intend to do?"

Everyone started talking about the scene that just unfolded before their very eyes, right now.

"Arthur, I believe this isn\'t right. Are you truly going to remain silent in this situation ?" Grok queried once more, his face grim.

"I offered you the opportunity to speak. Why did you not speak then ? You remained silent back then, stay silent now. As long as this ends without bloodshed, I am content," Arthur responded, a smile gracing his face as he gazed at Grok.

"Have you gone mad? He\'s enslaving a 7-Star royal right in front of soldiers from every kingdom," Grok protested with a tense expression.

"You fucking idiot. Who made you king ? God may have gifted you bravery, but He certainly forgot to bless you with a functioning mind, didn\'t He ? Otherwise, you wouldn\'t be mindlessly repeating yourself.

Now, maintain your silence, or I\'ll inform Anon that you have intention to kill him," Arthur retorted, his gaze fixed firmly on Grok.I think you should take a look at

"H-Hey... You can\'t do that." Grok mumbled, opting to remain silent now.

"Queen Derein, if I\'m not mistaken, the scene unfolding before us is gravely amiss," Grad stated.

"Anon, King Grad here seems to take issue with your decisions. Would you care to address him?" Derein didn\'t hold back, swiftly reporting Grad\'s concerns to Anon.

"What? Do you want one of these too?" Anon inquired with a smile, raising the collar toward Grad.

"N-No, sir. Lady Derein and I may have experienced a slight misunderstanding. Please proceed," Grad replied with a smile.

\'What a traitor...? She informed him right away,\' Grad thought privately.

"Well, why the delay? Put it on," Anon instructed, touching the great mother\'s cheek with his lips.

"Y-Yes..." the great mother muttered, an expression of repulsion on her face as she took the collar from Anon\'s hands and began to fasten it.

Click

The moment the collar\'s lock clicked, a contract materialized before Anon.

"Good, welcome to the collection, great mother. You may now return and represent your household by standing before them," Anon declared.

"Y-Yes..." she replied, walking toward the Denver house soldiers and positioning herself before them, tears streaming down her face.

\'Why did I ever get entangled with him? Had I known his strength, I would never have brought such troubles upon myself.

I will appoint Ren as the house leader today; it shall be his first task upon returning home. Once Ren becomes the leader, the house will belong to him, and I shall be Anon\'s personal slave.\' The great mother strategized internally, believing this to be an ingenious plan. Little did she realize, Ren was already one of Anon\'s slaves.

"Now, let us have a conversation. Shall we?" Anon proposed, a smile aimed at Marinda.

"I-I\'m not afraid of death. I am a proud woman and will never capitulate before a man like you. I will fight you to the death, even if it costs me my life," Marinda asserted, her wand aimed at Anon.

"Yeah, no surprise there. You\'re quite the feminist, huh?" Anon chuckled, a grin dancing across his features.

"Do you know what? I won\'t make you my slave," Anon announced.

"R-Really?" Marinda questioned, confusion etched on her face.

\'Why is he doing this? There must be an ulterior motive behind his actions,\' Marinda pondered.

"I think your soldiers, mainly have females in them, right ?" Anon inquired with a evil smile forming upon his face.

"What do you mean ?" Marinda asked with a very suspicious expression.

"You know, what i mean." Anon said as he looked at the army of his ogres.

"No, you can\'t do that." Marinda spoke as she understood what Anon was planning on doing.

"Oh, i will do it and i will do it the hard way. My ogres mainly contains of males, hungry for sex." Anon spoke.