The Conquerors Path Chapter 840: Chapter 838-Lots Of Changes To Be Made.

Chapter 840: Chapter 838-Lots Of Changes To Be Made.

"You're right; I only thought about this girl again when I saw this image. Until then, she was blocked away from my mind."

Zora spoke with a frown, her intense gaze focusing fully on the image in her hand.

"It's the same for me. It's as if I didn't remember seeing such a unique face before."

Jacob said.

"It's the same for us."

Rika spoke. My attention then fell on Rina, who was having a big frown on her face as she held the doc.u.ment tighter in her hands.

"It's not your fault."

Suddenly, I spoke, bringing the focus of Rina to me, my gaze meeting hers with a straight look such that she could see deeper into my eyes, a connection being formed, which she knows exists as I spoke.

"It's not your fault. You did your job fabulously and made sure to react against attacks, but as you know very well, there are always better and bigger players out there."

A sincere way that also told her the truth. It's the style that Rina likes and only cares to be about. Our gaze stood forth for some time, after which Rina snorted off as she replied.

"Humph... you really know how to deal with a woman."

She said those raised rabbit ears of hers were finally going down because if they didn't, it meant that Rina was going to war. I could see Alex discreetly giving me a thumbs-up as I replied to Rina.

"I don't know about women, but I know you."

With that, I focused towards Tron as I waved the doc.u.ment in my hands.

"This seems quite loose for information."

I spoke, talking about the fact that the paper in my hands, holding information about Giriki, is very small, barely enough to be called information, to which Tron replied.

"That's just how it is. This woman is very dangerous and very secretive. Most of the

information we know is the fact that she seems to be among the big brains of the war council, at least in our generation range. Though I have heard she beats even the older ones."

I nodded my head, allowing Tron to continue.

"The other information we have is incomplete or ones heard from rumours which can't be authenticated."

"Like?"

Alex chimed in, to which, after some hesitation, Tron spoke.

"Rumors like how she has never lost once in her life, that no one that goes against her has a good end, that if you mess with her, your mind won't be yours to command, that she sees into the minds of everyone, taking and peering into your greatest secret. They say some leaders can't look directly into her eyes."

Each of these wordings made the situation worse for us in a sense, but I kept my expression neutral as Clara suddenly asked.

"Could she be capable of entering our minds and peering into our secrets? If so, that is a very dangerous ability."

As she said this, Clara looked at me with a hardened gaze. I could understand her meaning, and I could also see the worry on everyone else's faces at this situation as I took the lead.

"No, she can't read minds, though she can indeed affect them."

My words surprised everyone, even Tron, as the focus came to me. Seeing so, I continued.

"I have a friend in the war council, and from what I can gather, as Rina said, she is half ante- sea folk and the other half being a Kree."

My words widened the eyes of everyone in the room, even Tron, finding it hard to believe as he spoke.

"Aren't Krees, in essence, half beings? How did another half even come from such a situation?"

I just shrugged my shoulders at that question.

'Ask the game developers or, in this case, the karma distributors.'

A heavy silence fell the whole place after my definition, not all of them having good looks on their faces as I continued.

"Giriki seemingly has some special abilities born from her origin and seemingly her bloodline, and yes, it can affect minds, but it can't control them. The one thing of confirmation is the fact that she can mask her presence or hide it off memories from people."

My words still did not give much happiness to the lost, as Amon unexpectedly asked with a frown.

"How can we be sure she can't read minds and hasn't taken information from us? Maybe we just don't remember it?"

His words had their weight, but I shook my head at him as I asked another question.

"You all always carry the feather ring with you at all times, right?"

I asked, to which all of them nodded their heads.

"Then you are all fine because if something like that happened, I would be the first to know."

My words widened the eyes of my first members as they seemingly took hold of the rings I gave them to always keep on their person. I didn't specify its uses, just telling them that it's protection.

"Just how valuable is this?"

Alex asked, showing me the ring, to which I replied.

"Right now? None of your concern."

My words made him shut up as Alex safely kept it with him. My nod went towards Tron as he spoke.

"If that's the case, we can be secure for now, but it seems it's time we increase all security and do a full, thorough cleansing of the faction to make sure we won't fall from the inside before the battle begins."

I nodded my head at his words as the discussion went into more depth, Tron going forth to give more details and things about even more members that we have to be careful of, going further to detail information that should be kept in mind and to be careful of ones that suddenly approach us.

I agreed with his words. With my current stance, I can see into all the little traitors lurking inside, and it's time I cut them all from the root. It's also time to get more involved in other things too. After the dwarf city and helping with Isabella, I will have more time on my hands as there is a small break from dealing with all the girls.

A situation for the player to explore, and I plan on doing that. It's time I turned my focus to

other important things that need my attention. The girls will sure keep boiling over, but I am safe for some time. The only ticking bomb is Nathalia, who will be easy to block during this time. There are, after all, things I have to deal with back in the real world.

Plus, I already have a headache thinking about the drama I will have to deal with my family when I get back to the academy. Now, that will be a whole other thing that won't be easy to deal with at all. Thankfully, Elda will be on my side.

Thus, the discussion went forth, with each detail being tested, new implementation policies being given, and a plan for overall culling and change in structure that needs to be taken care of. Soon, hours pa.s.sed by, and the ending was reached.

...

"So you all know what to do now, right?"

My question was met by silent nods, the heavy load on everyone's mind, and I understood the fact that it would take some time for all of them to truly come to understand and digest everything. So my hand tapped against the table as I spoke.

"Then you are all dismissed. Take some rest for today and start the next steps of the plan later... and Clara, stand back. I need to talk something with you."

Everyone nodded their heads as they all silently started to leave, leaving just me and Clara in the meeting room. I secured the whole room as the breathing of Clara started to get even

more heated up.

Clara sensually stood up from her seat, her black hair styling beautifully behind her back, as her l.u.s.t-filled black eyes focused on me, hot breaths leaving her mouth as Clara needing to be f.u.c.ked walked towards my seat, first aiming for the seeds on my pants, my sec loving demon maid with cute black horns trudging towards me.

I watched with hungry eyes as Clara approached, her lithe form curving enticingly underneath her uniform. She knelt gracefully at my feet, her gaze locked on my crotch. She purred seductively, her voice low and husky, "What would Master like me to do, hmm?" She placed a delicate hand on my chest, her nails lightly dragging over my shirt.

Her other hand went to the zipper of my pants, unfastening it with a slow, teasing movement. Her black eyes smouldered with l.u.s.t as she dropped to her knees in front of me. She could see the thick bulge of my c.o.c.k straining against my underwear, and she licked her lips in antic.i.p.ation. "I think Master's c.o.c.k is feeling neglected. "

She purred, her deft fingers hooking into the waistband of my pants and underwear. Slowly

but surely, she dragged them down my legs, freeing my aching erection. It sprang up, bobbing with each beat of my heart, the head glistening with pre-c.u.m. Clara gazed at it hungrily, her pupils blown wide with desire. Her tongue darted out, the tip teasingly tasting the head of my c.o.c.k. She moaned softly, her nostrils flaring.

"Mmm... You're so deliciously long and thick, Master." She wrapped her small, dexterous

hands around my shaft, slowly guiding it into her warm, welcoming mouth. Her lips encased me in a velvety, wet sheath. She bobbed her head up and down, her long hair swaying seductively as she took me deeper. Her throat worked in perfect sync with her hands, moving at a leisurely pace. She moaned in ecstasy as she sucked and savoured every inch of my length.

I groaned and moaned, my hips thrusting up involuntarily, f.u.c.king her sweet, supple mouth. "That's it, my little s.l.u.t. Suck my c.o.c.k like it's the most precious thing in the world."