From Slave To Ruler

"Chapel Master. What do i owe the honor of your visit?" Faked King Mendebal a smile. He wasn't happy to see this fool of a Chapel Master at all(a lot even claim that he isn't worthy of his title, but what can King Mendebal say about that?), furthermore he simply can't just break relation with the Zamerians yet. Not with Underpopulation still remaining as a strong problem, he had to remain Mild-Mannered.

"Don't Japer around Mendebal. The topic is clear and we both know what it is about." Raised his voice Chapel Master Andonil as he fisted the Dining table, causing for a Silver Goblet of ale close to his hands, to spill. But it wasn't an issue. The King didn't react to it and two maids cleaned up the mess in a matter of seconds, glaring at The Chapel Master as if they were seeing a Wild Boar when they finished cleaning and were walking away from the dining table. The Iron Boot Alliance don't fancy the Zamerians as much as Revolutionary Alliance does. But the Chapel Master didn't care about feeling welcome, he is here for business.

The intensity of the situation was made clear the moment of which the Chapel Master's assistant started ordering everyone around, yet King Mendebal plays dumb, it is no doubt nerve wrecking for Andonil at least. The maids however(along with King Mendebal), were enjoying the show. But the Chapel Master's tone switched soft when he returned his attention towards the hot meal in front of him. The delicate aroma of the lamb stew, went through his nose the moment he walked in the dining room. When he took a whiff of the delicious Lamb Stew, he remembered why food is better than a healthy attractive body shape(plus he knew that Gold Coins are more attractive to most). This however, is how people of high importance are waited by the richer or loyalty. A nice hot meal is given as they assert the requests, offers, orders, etc.

"Oh. You are here because of the Bear Bloods?" Replied King Mendebal casually as he sipped on his Silver Goblet full of Ale. Still sticking to his mockeries. He thought, "If I can't behead this fat fool, I should at least kill his nerves." He was progressing rather well on that goal.

"Indeed. Otherwise why would I call for this meeting? The acceptance of these Bear Bloods in this Kingdom will greatly harm our religious Organization." And it honestly can. It will make the Zamerians look like flightless ducks. They have a 1,500 year old history of "Battling Demons". And how will the few believers here in Hawk Kingdom react when they see that the Chapel is letting Demons publicly live here? It would be even worse when the word spreads to other Domains. It certainly won't lead to more random people devoting their lives to "fighting Demons" for the Zamerians, aiding to furthermore increase the Zamerian Army troop count. Considering how much human resources they will need to invade the remaining Domains of the Dragon's Tongue Alliance, this is a mistake they can not allow to spread wild.

"I don't see how it can harm the Zamerians, the Bear Bloods are slaves after all. Forced to fight or die." Placed King Mendebal his goblet of Ale on the dining table, causing a bit of a bang. A small disturbance maybe, with a bit of anger by the King himself, but Chapel Master Andonil had reasons tolerate it. After all, he doesn't want to leave until he finishes this meal and possibly grab another(and of course to deliver the message).

The Dinning table is 4 meters long and 2 meters wide. Filled with all sorts of expensive food. Meat of many sorts of course being the most expensive. Animal products in general are rare here, therefore expensive. Heck, there was Brown Bear meat on the table, ironic i know. However non meat sorts of food were on the table as well. Such as bread prepared by a Chef who is a Wizard with food. Fried Mushrooms mixed with a little bit of boiled potatoes, Boiled eggs cut into many circular pieces, etc etc. And for the tea lovers, there was a pot of tea which was recently boiled, right in the middle of the table. It is still steaming hot. King Mendebal was on one end of the 4 meter long table, holding a conversation with Andonil who was at the other end. So you can notice that there is a lot of food on the table simply for 2 people.

"You should of cut their heads off the moment you discovered they have powers Mendebal. Them publicly wielding their powers in the Arena, will make our organization look worthless." Yelled Chapel Master Andonil while there was still food in his mouth. Although it didn't bother the King, Maids from a distance who were waiting to serve, felt like hissing at this man.

"No no that's not the case Andonil. On the contrary, they will make me, they will make us, very wealthy. Which will only benefit the Zamerians. Nothing helps better than gold after all." King Mendebal reached for a boiled egg earlier and was now consuming it. Let's say he prefered them above meat, rather often. Mostly depending on the mood. But furthermore, he noticed that many of the richer have pot bellies because they ate meat on an almost daily basis. Although the rumour about meat causing such potbellies were facts not to be taken seriously, he still didn't want to take the risks. So he cut his consumption of meat by half.

Noticing King Mendebal's clear disagreement to get rid of these Bear Bloods, the Chapel Master decided to set for more threatening measures as one of the final resorts. "Mendebal, you are ordered by us, the Zamerians. To get rid of them. Otherwise, the consequences will be irreversible." But to his surprise, King Mendebal's facial expressions remained calm. Mendebal's ego would be clearly hurt when this Zamerian fool dished out yet another order of Which Mendebal is "required" to follow. Even one of the two maids wore a confused face. This is not his usual behaviour.

Mendebal, for the first time, seemed prepared, and started leading the conversation with a confident tone. "No no." Raised King Mendebal his forefinger and wiggled it infront of Andonil. Gesturing with disagreement. "Our peace treaty simply claims that i should pay a tax of 1,000 Gold Coins to the Zamerians each month. With an additional bonus of 2,000 Gold Coins at the end of each year." Looking at the Chapel Master who is awaiting for his further claims towards this subject, with a rather uncomfortable facial expression. Refusing to say "orders' since it simply hurt his ego a bit to much, he said. "As long as I pay the tax, your "suggestions" can be simply ignored."