“I remember that night as vividly as if it happened yesterday, even though it was three long years ago. My husband and I were peacefully asleep in our royal chamber when those vile bastards, wielding their accursed magic, barged in through the windows like madmen on a rampage.

Before my husband could even reach for his sword, they ruthlessly shot two arrows into both of his knees, causing him to crumble to the ground in agony. I watched in horror as they callously kicked and toyed with him, his cries of pain echoing in the room. He had done no harm to any of them, and when the guards arrived, they too fell easily, struck down by those wicked magical arrows.

As I attempted to shout for help, one of them forcefully covered my mouth, silencing any chance of rescue. With a cruel glint in their eyes, they mercilessly plunged a knife into my husband’s body repeatedly, bringing him to the brink of death only to heal him and repeat the horrifying process.

The night was a relentless torment that lasted for three excruciating hours. I eventually lost consciousness, but when I regained my senses, the gruesome onslaught continued. Finally, they must have seen that my husband could no longer make a sound, and they ended his life in the most brutal manner.

Then those bastards, went for my children. First my son, Atlas. They toyed with him by throwing daggers at his chest, after they got bored with him, one of them grabbed one pf his leg and pulled it away from his body brutally. 𝙚𝙤𝙫𝙚𝒍.𝒐𝙧𝙜

He shouting sounds are still in mind… He shouted my name again again. ‘Mommy Help Me… Mommy Help me.’

I tried to break free of them but i couldn’t because i was weak, I was afraid.

When Atlas stopped screaming, something died inside of me but that’s not where those bastards stopped.

They immediately attacked my middle daughter, Laura. They ripped her clothes, raped her, kicked her in her vagina, shoved up a sword in her mouth and killed her too.

My mind couldn’t handle it. I felt so powerless at that moment i wanted to commit suicide at the moment but it was not the end of my suffering.

That’s when they went for me. Those elf bastards, ripped off my clothes like some beasts in heat and raped me over and over till the morning but when they were about to kill me, my husband’s knight commander reached in front of our room and saw those bastards.

As soon as he unsheathed his sword, those elf bastards ran away, like cowards.”

“They managed to escape?” Anon inquired.

“Yes, but their queen sought me out for a meeting. She offered apologies for her kin’s actions, but then she uttered two sentences that still haunt me to this day,” Derein continued.

“What did she say?” Anon pressed further.

“She said, ‘I apologize once again, but they were just some drunk kids. You should forgive them. Your kind is not that good either; your kind killed my father in battle against the demon king.'”

“Well, that’s true. Your father was involved in the strategy of mass murdering during the war, wasn’t he?” Anon remarked.

“I acknowledge his actions, but why did they have to kill my husband for his past deeds? Why should my children suffer for what my father did?” Derein’s eyes glistened with tears, but she refused to let them fall.

“Take a moment to compose yourself,” Anon advised, trying to console her.

“No, I made an oath upon my children and husband’s graves that I will obliterate the elven race from this world. I won’t shed a single tear until I have wiped them out or enslaved them. They will suffer the same fate they inflicted on my husband, or worse,” Derein vowed, her eyes burning with a fierce desire for revenge.

‘Enslaving the elf race? An interesting plan, but I prefer to have a separate elf harem for myself. I can’t let them go extinct before that,’ Anon mused as he closed the distance between himself and Derein.

“Queen Derein, I will help you,” Anon declared.

“Huh? Really?” Derein asked, taken aback by his sudden offer.

“Yes, but not in the way you imagine,” Anon clarified.

“What do you mean?” Derein inquired.

“Give me five months, and I will take over the elven kingdom without resorting to violence or bloodshed,” Anon proclaimed.

A chill ran down Derein’s spine as she heard Anon’s confident words. The look in his eyes was enough to convince her that he spoke the truth.

“Your words are bold, but I couldn’t even infiltrate their kingdom for one year. Do you truly believe you can take over the entire kingdom in just five months? Elves are wise creatures, having lived for thousands of years and witnessed almost everything in the human domain. Do you still think you can succeed?” Derein questioned skeptically.

“When I speak, I never take my words back,” Anon responded, his demeanor unwavering.

‘Wow! It sounded even cooler than I imagined,’ Anon thought with a sense of satisfaction.

“I’ll give you one year to accomplish your goal of taking over the elf kingdom. If you fail, you’ll have to come to my castle and grant me full control over your ogre army. However, you’ll be treated as an equal and allowed to live in my castle. What do you say? It’s a win-win for you,” Queen Derein proposed, her expression serious.

“Okay, I agree, but I won’t need that long to fulfill my promise,” Anon declared with confidence.

“Let’s formalize our agreement with a mana contract,” Derein suggested.

“Why? Don’t you trust me?” Anon inquired.

“I do, but the queen within me wants reassurance,” Derein explained.

“Fair enough,” Anon acknowledged as he gazed at Derein.

Derein promptly summoned a mana contract, and they both signed it with their blood after writing their terms.

“Thank you, Anon. I will never forget this,” Derein expressed her gratitude with a smile.

Suddenly, a knight rushed towards them, interrupting their conversation.

“My Queen, Sir Arthur is awake, but he doesn’t appear well. He’s asking for you,” the knight reported, bowing on one knee.