The Demon Lord's Bride (BL)-Chapter 721: My therapist said it’s good to let out my emotions from time to time

Chapter 721: My therapist said it’s good to let out my emotions from time to time

The silence persisted for about ten seconds before someone asked in a tremble. "W-wait--that’s...that must be a lie...right?"

[No, it’s not] I replied calmly, complete with a smile. As nice as I could give them. [We have even generously prepared a ship for you to return to your damn Empire, so you can return to your current residence and pack your belonging starting now]

Was I not generous enough? I had asked Midas to send a ship last night, the moment we determined that the tunnel was connecting the island to the palace. Zarfa’s father had said he would send a ship right away through the river, so it should arrive around the afternoon.

See? I even gave them time until the afternoon after a whole week of notice. Surely, half a day was enough for them to pack their bag and wares? Once again, I had warned them for a week. The foolishness of their Lord was not at all my business.

Especially for the merchants and the people who had access to information about the rest of the Human Realm, it was inexcusable. They should have known what was happening in those kingdoms; the purge that the templars and the golem army had been doing. They would have received information about the confession of the sinners and knew that this moment would come sooner or later.

If they hadn’t packed their stuff even after knowing that, then once again, it wasn’t my business.

But of course, there would always be people who could not understand my generosity. Desperate people, greedy people, shameless people. Their motivation was different, but for me, at that moment, they were all the same.

"No! You can’t just do that! This is our home!"

"Do you not have any pity? Don’t you have a heart?! We have children!"

"You can’t just chase us away from our land!"

Men, women, parents, merchants...these normal citizens who shout desperately, I understood them. I knew they were scared of losing the place where they had lived all this time. Some were probably even born in this place instead of migrating from the Empire. For those people, this place was their homeland.

But even so, history should not be erased or distorted.

"This is NOT your home! This is NOT your land!"

I stopped using the microphone and projected my voice through mana instead. Loud enough to silence those shoutings earlier, and silenced those who were about to open their mouth. I stepped into the railing, going down using the stairs I made out of the plants below the balcony, of woven vines and spread-out leaves.

The kind of stairs that should be abundant in this city of druids if it wasn’t for the invading humans.

"This!" I threw my hands, stepping harshly into the paved plaza, staring right into the man calling this place his land. "This is the land of the druids, who were screaming and crying as your Emperor and your soldiers stabbed, slashed, flayed, and burned them!"

While I didn’t mean to, my mana spread outside as my emotions spiked. The ground shook, and the humans with lesser immunity to mana had to kneel on the ground from the pressure. I was holding back, I truly did, but the storm of mana accompanying my emotions was just inevitable, like the chilling cold seeping out of Natha’s fear.

"Pity?" I stared at the woman kneeling at the frontline of the crowd, the one asking me if I had a heart. I sneered. "Heart?"

I had no idea what expression I made or what kind of face I had. All I could feel was cold fury, and the people looking at me like the demons looked at Natha. Terrified. frёewebηovel.cѳm

"Do you have that when you build your life on the land where your ancestors shed my kin’s blood?" I hissed through the morning breeze which carried my voice across the field and past the walls. "Have you ever thought about the children dying on the soil beneath your feet?" I shifted my gaze at a married couple holding their children, shaking. "Have you?!"

I could see the people keep their silence while trembling, pressing their lips and shifting closer to the people near them as if trying to protect each other. A scene like that would usually make me soften and waver, but not this time.

Because it was easy for me to replace those shaking people and children with the druids who could only scream and choke as their bodies lost connection with mana. They had to struggle against the humans with their measly kitchen knives and daggers, while their bodies screaming in pain, begging for mana.

These humans’ shaking and trembling could not be compared to the slow, agonizing death the druids had to endure before the soldiers killed and burned them.

So, no--I will not give them sympathy.

A man in the front opened his trembling lips, trying to speak through the pressure. "T-that’s not--"

"Oh, you all have the same excuses!" I cut him off sharply. "You’re not the one who did it, you didn’t know anything about it--you know! You do! You teach your kids what an excellent victory it was. What an achievement it was!"

Did they think I didn’t know what was being taught in their school? The content of their disgusting folk tale? Anyone--anyone who thought teaching the new generation that war was a good thing and something to be celebrated, was trash.

There was no such thing as winner in war.

"So I will ask you too," I swept my gaze across the plaza before shifting back to the woman asking me about my heart. "Do you have hearts?"

The morning never came. The sunlight, which should have been rising to the sky, was unable to peek through the grey cloud. The trees were hissing, the leaves whispering sharply, menacingly. The flowers refused to bloom, retreating within their pods, and the wind only blew dryly, coldly.

That was how angry I was.

As my wrath kept rising with every passing second, someone suddenly threw themselves on my feet, pressing their forehead on the ground, in front of my boots. "Your Majesty, please...Your Majesty..."

"P-princess?!" the citizens started to stir again.

"P-princess, what are you doing?! Princess, please get up!"

I stared at the group of people making a scene on my foot. My eyes narrowed as the princess intertwined her hands in plea, head still low on the ground. "What is this?" I asked coldly.

"It’s our fault, it’s our fault, but--but some people...some people had no choice but to come here because they lost their home and livelihood in the Empire," the princess sobbed. "Your Majesty...can you...can you show us more grace?"

"Princess!"

Ignoring the people trying to make her stop kneeling, she continued pleading. "I know...I know we don’t deserve it--I know you have shown us so much generosity by letting us live, but..."

The people were startled. "Let...letting us live?"

Gradually, they started looking around, realizing that the troops surrounding the plaza could kill them anytime. The soldiers could not save them, and by law, this territory had become rightfully mine ever since the New Covenant was established.

"Could you please..." the Princess raised his head slightly, but her knees were still planted on the ground. "Could you please give us a chance?"

I tilted my head. "A chance?"

Some quick-witted people gasped and started to prostrate too. "P-please, Sir! Please..." they joined the Princess, and some also pressed their head on the ground. More people followed, and in less than a minute, half of the people in the plaza already bowed and pleaded as if they were making a prayer.

"I’m...I’m willing to do anything, Sir! Please...please let us stay here!"

"M-my Lord! Your Majesty! We truly have nowhere to go!"

"Please show us your grace, Your Majesty!"

"Your Majesty!"

Ugh...rather than letting them live, I just wanted them to stop calling me that. I had to endure the title, however, because I needed authority in this situation.

"Haa..." I looked at the grey sky and let out an exasperated sigh. "Very well."

The Princess raised her tears-stricken face. "Your Majesty..."

"But know this," I looked at them again, making sure that my voice could be heard by everyone--even those still hiding inside their house and behind the walls. "By tomorrow, elves and drows, as well as demons, will start entering the city and residing here."

The Princess and the citizens widened their eyes. Well, what did they expect? This city was being returned to the druids, so wouldn’t it be natural for the children of nature to come?

"If you can promise to live alongside other races, I shall allow you to stay."

At this, the people parted their lips and looked at each other. While they had been begging about it, they probably did not think I would give them a real chance without a fight.

"Of course, if we find you harmed other races in any way, you shall be kicked out of this place," I added before they could be too happy about it. "Immediately."

The wind and the trees hissed again, making sure they understood that I was not threatening them. No. I was warning them that this generosity was not to be trifled with. That I had all the authority to end my grace.

I swept my gaze across the plaza again, ending it at the Princess. "What say you?"