Now, what do you think of my powers, Mrs. Evangeline?” Anon asked, a sinister smile spreading across his face as he towered over the kneeling figures before him.

‘How can he possess such formidable abilities? He is nothing more than a lowly demon. Why have we fallen to our knees in submission?’

“I am not just any demon, Mrs. Evangeline. I am Cerebraxis, the highest mind-controlling demon,” Anon declared, his voice dripping with a potent mix of arrogance and authority.

“You can read our minds, can’t you?” Valeria inquired cautiously, her eyes filled with both fear and curiosity.

“Yes, I can delve into your thoughts, unraveling the deepest recesses of your consciousness. Until now, I have been toying with Evangeline’s mind,” Anon replied, his smile growing wider, relishing in the display of power.

“What is it that you want from us?” Evangeline questioned, her voice trembling with a mix of apprehension and defiance.

“As I mentioned before, I require your unwavering servitude as your master,” Anon responded calmly, his eyes gleaming with an unsettling intensity.

“What do you truly expect us to do for you?” Ravenna interjected, her voice filled with a fiery defiance that had rarely wavered until now.

Ravenna, who had always stood tall and unyielding, the epitome of honor within the house of Undead, was now willingly prostrating herself before a mere commoner, her pride momentarily set aside.

“Rise, all of you. Proceed to the bed and take a seat,” Anon commanded, gesturing towards the nearby bed.

Obeying his instructions, the group moved to the bed, their bodies weary, but their minds alert to the looming presence of the enigmatic figure before them.

Suddenly, the entrance gate to the room swung open, revealing two towering Orcs, their hulking forms emanating an intimidating aura. In their hands, they carried a large blackboard, a tangible symbol of Anon’s authority.

All five individuals tensed upon seeing the colossal green-skinned creatures, their hearts pounding with a mix of fear and uncertainty.

With a display of brute strength, the Orcs placed the blackboard beside Anon, their presence a silent reminder of the power he commanded.

“This is No.300, my loyal partner,” Anon introduced his ogre companion, who is half naked still. Her boobs jiggling outside.

The group exchanged cautious glances, their minds filled with curiosity and apprehension.

“Hello,” No.300 greeted.

“So, it was you who killed our husbands,” Evangeline accused, her voice trembling with a mix of grief and anger.

Everyone turned to look at Evangeline, their expressions a mix of astonishment and confusion. 𝗼𝘃𝗹.𝗼𝐫𝗴

“Sister, what are you saying? Our husbands met their demise at the hands of Sir Mike. It is inconceivable for a mere commoner to be responsible for their deaths,” Fona interjected, her voice filled with skepticism.

“Sister speaks the truth. Please refrain from making baseless accusations,” Fola concurred, her eyes darting between Evangeline and Anon.

“You are correct. I was the one who ended their lives. However, I am intrigued. How did you discover my involvement?” Anon inquired, his eyes narrowing with curiosity, for he had taken great care to conceal his identity during the act.

“I caught a fleeting glimpse of your partner as you were leaving,” Evangeline revealed, pointing a trembling finger towards No.300.

A mix of surprise and realization flickered across Anon’s face, impressed by Evangeline’s perceptiveness.

“Well, now that the truth is out in the open, let us move on to more pressing matters,” Anon declared, his voice resonating with an air of authority.

“No, it wasn’t just her. I have witnessed many others like her. How many of them are under your command?” Evangeline pressed, her voice filled with a mix of curiosity and apprehension.

An evil smile played upon Anon’s lips, a chilling reflection of the power he wielded, as he leaned in closer, whispering into Evangeline’s ear.

“I command a legion, more followers than the entire population of this continent, and their numbers grow with each passing second,” he revealed, relishing in the subtle fear that washed over her.

A shiver ran down Evangeline’s spine, her mind grappling with the implications of Anon’s revelation.

“Now, I shall assign each of you a task, and you shall provide me with the means to accomplish it. Do you understand?” Anon declared, his eyes scanning the group before him.

He approached the blackboard, a tool that embodied both his dominance and the weight of their submission. With deliberate precision, he inscribed a single word upon it: “Control.”

Confusion filled the eyes of the group as they stared at the enigmatic word, their minds racing to grasp its significance.

“Very well, I shall take that as a ‘yes.’ Your objective is clear: enlighten me on how I can seize control of this kingdom,” Anon announced, his voice resonating with a chilling determination.

A moment of silence enveloped the room as the weight of the task settled upon them. Each member of the group felt the weight of their own thoughts, contemplating the possibilities before them.

“Now, Isabella, you’re up first,” Anon declared, his gaze fixed upon the counselor with an intense scrutiny.

“As a counselor, the task should not be insurmountable. Manipulate the king’s mind, compelling him to grant you whatever you desire,” Isabella suggested, her voice laced with a hint of cautious optimism.

“Nope, next. Valeria, the cunning queen,” Anon continued, his eyes shifting to the formidable woman who had often wielded her influence with finesse.

“While this kingdom may appear to be ruled solely by the king, the truth is that the corrupted nobles hold the true reins of power. Manipulating their minds through your influence would pave the way for dominion,” Valeria proposed, her voice carrying the weight of her astute observations.

“Excellent. So, you are suggesting that I subjugate the nobles, thus securing the kingdom for myself,” Anon confirmed, nodding in approval of her cunning strategy.

“Now, Ravenna, it’s your turn,” Anon spoke, his smile now tinged with a hint of intrigue, for he recognized the boldness that defined Ravenna’s nature.

“Provide me with an army of ten thousand, and by tomorrow morning, this kingdom shall be yours,” Ravenna asserted with a thug-like expression, her voice resonating with audacious confidence.

“An interesting proposition, but one that I can achieve on my own. I decline your offer, for I seek to rule over a kingdom of the living, not one of the deceased,” Anon explained, his words carrying a tone of calculated consideration.

“What about you, twin sisters?” Anon inquired, his gaze shifting towards Fola and Fona, the duo representing a unique perspective.

“Annihilate the other continents, and once the king becomes aware of this display of power, he will surrender himself,” Fola proposed, her voice resonating with a cold and calculated approach.

“…Or, you can ruthlessly dismantle this kingdom, sending a clear message to other realms that their resistance would be met with unyielding force,” Fona suggested, her words echoing a more brutal and decisive path.

“An intriguing idea. You speak of setting an example, of ‘killing a chicken to scare the monkey.’ However, that is not the best course of action, is it, Evangeline?” Anon uttere

d, his gaze locking onto Evangeline, his voice laced with both anticipation and challenge.