Warhammer: Empire Reboot

"The nuns won because they knew how to cooperate, while your weapons were your suffocating self-control, your pride, and that gnashing jealousy you just felt. It was absolutely delicious."

Qianxian leaned closer to Yilancia, her purple eyes gleaming with the fervor of a director: "Go complain to him, show your jealousy, present your weakness as a gift to him. Go, Yilancia, let's see how the Spirit Clan wins back favor."

Ilancia did not immediately take the soft lining.

"Lord Lawson dislikes women who overstep their bounds."

She bit her lower lip, feeling uneasy and hesitant. "He needs absolute obedience. If I show jealousy... he'll think I'm disobedient, and he'll hate this kind of trouble."

Upon hearing this, Ash and Qianxian exchanged a glance.

The two great demons almost simultaneously let out that bone-chilling low chuckle.

It's the mockery of a top predator watching its prey act cleverly.

"Oh, my pure, innocent, and utterly ignorant little crescent blade..."

Qianxian stroked Ilancia's back gently, as if soothing a pet. "Do you really think that a man like Master, who is used to holding billions of living beings and vast star sectors in his hands, would be afraid of a woman's slightest 'disobedience' in bed?"

Ash walked up to her and leaned down slightly: "Remember, your master is an absolute ruler. To a tyrant who is constantly calculating gains and losses and crushing all rebellions, your occasional displays of jealousy and sullenness are not 'trouble' at all. On the contrary, they are the perfect 'seasoning' for him on his cold throne. Your loss of control is precisely handing over your trump card to him; by showing him weakness, you are satisfying his desire to deprive you of your pride."

Qianxian whispered in her other ear, "You need to learn to nurture this desire for control. Tonight, it's mixed with a little bit of jealousy and resentment. Next time... next time we'll come up with a completely different plan for you. Always give him something new, always make him look forward to peeling away the next layer of your shell. Believe us, whether it's a god or a mortal, this is how male souls are gradually ensnared."

Ilancia's breathing faltered slightly.

She looked at the two demons in the mirror, their smiles like flowers in the abyss. That terrifying emotional logic seeped into her mind like poison, leaving her speechless.

She clutched the lining tightly.

"If Lord Lawson thinks this is stupid, I will tell him the truth: it was you two leashed dogs who taught him this."

Qianxian took a deep, satisfied breath, as if he could already taste the good show that was about to happen.

"Thank you for the compliment. He'll absolutely love the play."

That night.

After dealing with the takeover progress of the 111 planets in the Visionary Enclave, the Agrippina Nesting Project report, and the Hurricane Cavalry new material testing, Lawson returned to the inner court.

Ilancia was already waiting there.

She had prepared a basin of warm water in advance.

Lawson sat down in a large armchair and casually unfastened the buckle on his neck armor.

Ilancia walked forward very naturally, knelt down in front of him, and untied his boots.

She lowered her head and immersed his feet in the warm water, her cool fingers gently and delicately kneading his meridians.

Lawson leaned back in his chair, saying nothing, only looking down at her.

He knows Ilancia all too well.

When she usually does these things, she still carries the aloof and restrained dignity of the Spirit Clan.

But tonight is different.

She wore a red and white striped robe by Saim Khan, with her soft, almost skin-hugging lining barely visible underneath.

Her long hair hung loosely over the edge of the basin.

Most importantly, she was unusually quiet tonight, and even her kneading movements conveyed a sense of unspoken unease.

Lawson's fingers fell naturally, gently caressing her warm earlobe.

"What are you thinking about?"

Ilancia stopped what she was doing.

The whispers of those two great demons echoed wildly in my ears, offering your weakness as a gift to them.

She took a deep breath, raised her head, and looked directly into Lawson's eyes with her cool gaze.

"I want to tell the adults..."

She bit her lower lip, her voice trembling slightly, "I don't like those four nuns coming too often lately."

The room was quiet for a moment, with only the soft ripples in the basin of water.

Lawson's deep gaze swept over her reddened earlobes, tense shoulders, and the rare, awkward jealousy in her eyes. A tiny hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, which then turned into a knowing understanding that saw through everything.

"Ash and Qianxian taught you that?"

The heat on Ilancia's face instantly exploded, almost burning up to her neck. She even had an urge to pull her hands out of the basin and run away.

"They said a lot of stupid things."

"Hmm, it feels just right..."

Lawson leaned down and pinched her chin.

The string that had been holding Ilancia captive during the day finally snapped completely.

Those two great demons are right.

The abyss of her fear had been firmly locked outside by the man before her.

Ilancia hugged Lawson's large hand: "Then tonight... can I not be so restrained?"

What happened next was not recorded by the palace attendants.

The guards outside the gate quietly adjusted their patrol routes in the latter half of the night, completely exposing the innermost corridor of the inner court.

Meanwhile, in the inner palace's lowest level, in the confinement area...

Before Qianxian and Ash could even savor the wonderful show they had orchestrated tonight, a massive, invisible force suddenly descended.

The space was instantly locked.

Before the two great demons could even react, they were slammed against the metal wall engraved with static runes, their limbs spread wide and tightly bound.

Immediately afterwards, a blinding golden light ignited in the void.

A long whip formed from pure golden psionic flames crackled through the air with a teeth-grinding sound.

"Snapped!"

The first lash landed heavily.

"what!"

Qianxian and Aishi simultaneously let out a bloodcurdling scream.

Golden flames are the ultimate torture for the Keeper of Secrets, akin to being slowly sliced ​​to death.

Thirty-three lashes, no more, no less.

The acrid smell of burning souls filled the room as two arrogant demons were whipped to the point of near death, their pitiful screams and pleas for mercy echoing through the soundproof metal walls.

However, when the embers of the thirty-third lash dissipated in the air and the invisible restraints were finally lifted, the two great demons, who slid to the floor like soft mud, revealed their most twisted nature.

The pain was unbearable deep within my soul; even my breath trembled.

But if you look closely, you'll see a chilling, sickly blush on their faces, which are contorted and deformed from the pain.

Pain is also a part of sensory experience.

The next day.

Ilancia woke up much later than usual.

Lawson has left.

She put on her robe and walked to the window, where she saw a brand new Hurricane Jet motorcycle on a small parking platform outside the inner court.

That was a special edition of the first batch of Fio-tak improved frames. Although the proportion of spirit bones was reduced, the shape was more streamlined and compact, retaining the most sensitive control nodes of the Eldar.

On the most prominent position on the side of the vehicle, there is an exquisite Saim-Han crest.

Ilancia stared for a long time, and the heat in her cheeks rose uncontrollably again.

The door was gently pushed open, and two tall figures squeezed in through a narrow crack.

Ash and Qianxian slipped in; the two great demons were as obedient as the most diligent personal maids today.

Ash held a comb in her hand, while Qianxian held an exquisite jewelry box.

Ilancia immediately tightened her outer robe as if on alert.

"What are you doing here again?"

"Of course, I'm here to serve the noble and unique Miss Moonblade as she gets ready."

Qianxian slammed the door shut behind him, his gaze sweeping unabashedly over the red marks on Yilancia's neck, a wild excitement gleaming in his eyes.

Ash walked up behind her.

Although her fingertips, still trembling slightly from the thirty-three lashes she had received the night before, gracefully gathered Ilancia's long hair.

"Don't move. You look so pampered today, you're perfect for being dressed up."

Ilancia's ear tips were so red they looked like they were about to bleed.

"Stop talking nonsense."

Qianxian's gaze drifted to the brand-new motorcycle outside the window, engraved with a moon blade pattern, and he licked his lips with satisfaction.

"It seems the spoils have arrived."

She leaned close to Ilancia's ear, completely ignoring the hidden pain deep in her soul, and asked with fervent gossip, "Tell me, did our tactics work? Did he really like your jealous yet reserved demeanor?"

Ash also stopped combing her hair and stared intently at her through the mirror, waiting for this delicious feast of emotions.

Looking at herself in the mirror, her face flushed and her eyes brimming with desire, Yilancia's gaze flickered away.

Finally, she resignedly pursed her slightly swollen lips.

"The master likes it very much..."

……

Seven days later, on the edge of the Empire's dark side, at Harlowen III.

This planet has not yet been officially brought under Lawson's control.

In the past three months, people have gone missing in the lower agricultural zone and the northern mining area.

First came the patrol teams, then the miners.