*Clack*
*Clack*
*Clack*
All that could be heard or seen in the dark room was the sound of wooden chess pieces hitting against the board. The board itself was made from a mixture of Agar and Grenadil woods expertly placed in a light blue, mithril, metal frame.
In other words, it was quite expensive. Likely not even something a king could afford due to the lack of a magical presence in the two woods. One may say that as mana enforces the woods it should be more expensive… But in a world filled with mana rarity comes into play and it becomes a collectors item.
The ray of light that showed off the moves made by the two femmine hands. The one on the black side would have smaller hands with pure black that extended from the tips of her fingers. The other in comparison was plane but larger - still obviously femminie.
Each took but a second to make a move but it seemed that the small hand was at the disadvantage as she had already lost a lot of her pieces but she didn’t seem to care much.
Other than the board and the hands nothing else seemed visible in the inky darkness. The figure of the two women however was clear to the mouse-man thanks to his proximity to them.
One was 5 foot with an overall slim and slender build while the other was more voluptuous and far taller - likely 7 foot as she was taller than the man. Worse yet - from the tall woman came a dense pressure that weighed down on him and made the darkness itself waver slightly.
The little one… He felt nothing from. No mana, no fighting spirit and no killing intent. As such, he only turned his attention to the large woman who was clearly far stronger than he could imagine.
Turning towards the mature woman he would begin to speak.
“I-I’ve done as you asked, mistress Munzumira. Here is the information you wanted written dow-” <Mouse-Man>
“The sword is the only thing I care for and I am certainly not a mistress. It may be best if you face someone wall talking to them.” <Mature Woman>
Chuckling, the mature woman moved the back of her hand over to where one would assume her mouth to be. Her voice was calming and soft - suiting her mature figure well as one word came to the mind of the mouse.
MILF.
Munzumira was known to have quite a few children so it wouldn’t be an incorrect term for her and she certainly suited the term from what he heard.
Deciding it best to stay on her good side while smiling at her also telling him not to call her mistress.
“Yes - it would seem like the katana used by {The Infinite Mother} - {True Mercy} - has been gifted from the Earl to the king Orrid himself so I believe it would be difficult to steal-” <Mouse-Man>
The pressure felt on him increased, forcing him to kneel in front of the pair of woman as the mature woman lifted her chin up to look down on him. The room began to light up with a green hue as it showed the mature woman to in fact have her eyes closed as her hair would be tied up into a loose ponytail that came to her waist. Tied with a turquoise bow at the end.
On her side of the table would be two sheaths - both with a slight curve and one having a gem encrusted on a golden coloured alloy while the other would seem a bit more plain.
“Oh? You think some pitifully pathetic kingdom gallivanting as an empire can steal my blade while I rest - then claim ownership so I’m ‘stealing’?” <Someone Who Dislikes Orrid Clearly>
“I-I didn’t mean that mistres-” <Mouse-Man>
“Have I not stated I am not a mistress? I suppose someone who came from that kingdom wouldn’t have a basic education on how things work on the outside of their little-” <Someone Who Dislikes Orrid Clearly>
“Hm… Checkmate, that makes another win for me.” <Small Woman>
The pair would go silent to turn to the other woman then look at the board - the mature woman's brow furrowed as the mouse just looked to be in a mixture of relief and annoyance.
“Don’t you th-” <Mouse-Man>
“You may leave now, I have no further need for you.” <Small Woman>
“Who are you to order me in front of-” <Mouse-Man>
Standing up he would take a single step forward towards the smaller of the pair only to feel a slight prick on the sole of his foot as his heart began to feel heavy and muscles ached to a point where they hurt. By the time he took the second he felt even weaker than when he was under the pressure of the mature woman. Collapsing completely while panting desperately.
In a way, this was more terrifying.
“I’m Munzumira - my favourite title the world gave me was back in the first great war ‘{The Woman Everyone Fears}’. Quite amusing isn’t it?” <Munzumira>
Despite her saying that she seemed completely disinterested as she merely reached down without even looking at him, grabbing the document he had drafted up.
“Ah, so you say you’ve planted my little present… Hm - also I’d say you have a point about the education Mother. We do have our little pair that need a proper upbringing afterall.” <Munzumira>
“Yes, then clearly we should have them adventurer towards the elve-” <Mother>
“Calm yourself, they are still 7 and it will be best to let them build up power first then have them shipped off to an academy but I believe we should go with their wishes. For now though…” <Munzumira>
Turning towards the Mouse, he was simply terrified.
He felt nothing from the small woman in front of him but somehow he knew… He knew she was the cause of his unknown suffering. Those eyes that turned towards him looked as if the galaxy itself made their home in them - even to the extent that it was animated in such a way where one could just barely see the actual shifting of the stars and galaxies held within.
Her long wavy hair was the exact same as her eyes but on an understandably larger surface.
How could he have felt nothing from her?
“If you're curious as to what you're feeling - that’s a little poison I quickly drew up. It will quickly thicken your blood till it comes to a consistency of jello. In fact, it makes a pretty good snack I’ve heard from {Pandora The Ancient Evil Dragon} so I suppose it shall be a gift to her. How I got it in your system - well you simply stepped on a needle at the right angle in order to hit the dorsalis pedis which then had the poison spread making your own blood spread the effect. Quite nasty and only requires a bit of talent to make - now you know how you died. An unfortunate error.”<Munzumira>
“Let's be honest, you placed that needle down before we started our game. Per usual you knew exactly what was going to happen - though once again I’m impressed you didn’t even need to use your {Insight}...” <Mother>
“If I needed the ability I wouldn’t have gained access to the ability. My true {Unique Skill} is this after all.” <Munzumira>
A faint grin crept onto her face as she turned to Mother, tapping her temple with her left index.
“Say, his wish was to gain access to the future was it not? I’d say even if he’s going to die you should hold up your end else you’d be no better than a ruffian.” <Mother>
Shaking her head in disapproval of Munzumira’s conduct.
“Isn’t that the exact term you used to describe me?” <Munzumira>
“What else do you call a girl who dragged the entire world into war a few years after the first so that she could drag down a primordial god?” <Mother>
“Mistress.” <Munzumira>
Seemingly losing interest she would look into the eyes of the man as Mother seemed to huff softly and cross her arms while shaking her head.
“I’ll show you all possible futures a bit before you step forward then. After all, I dislike loose ends.” <Munzumira>
As she said that her the stars in her eyes began to open up, what they opened up to was terrifying as within each star would be another of Munzumira’s eyes and within that would be more stars that would open up.
Finding himself lost in a mixture of terror and intrigue he would begin to get visions. In each of There he found four possible futures.
One where he steps back onto a needle, one where he walks back to the entrance onto a needle, the current one and lastly… One where he stays where he currently is and ends up living due till he dies of thirst.
There were different versions of each but every one ended in the same way.
He was never meant to leave this room.
Though even then he would die very slowly but the two woman didn’t worry about that.
“Well one last person from that horrid country I suppose.” <Mother>
Shaking her head gently.
“Well, if it makes you feel better, he did bring harm to our new little {Hero}. My I also add that I have strong reason to believe not only is she a {High-Dragon} but also a {Spirit} due to her ‘close’ bond to a Nymph. Perhaps we should gift them some high quality plants as it would benefit us all for the {Hero} to have a safety net in the form of immortality?” <Munzumira>
“It is rather convenient that she falls under your banner - speaking of that wouldn’t it be even simpler if you instead just accepted that cradle into a sub-cradle of the {Spirit Capital}?” <Mother>
“I hold onto the exclusivity of the {Cradle of the Wise} though it is true I could consider that little cow for when the nymph turns her - this is why I suggest the plants as it increased the collection of spirit that the queen of a cradle would have… Well if it’s a forest based one. Obviously the {Cradle of the Wise} is far from natural - even I admit.” <Munzumira>
Chuckling at the comment with a soft shake of her head.
“That’s well and good but I have another question… Why are you willing to find casus belli when usually to stay in the background thus need no such reasoning to please the Pillars?” <Mother>
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