Chapter 357: Razur
At Martha’s words, I raised my head, which had been resting on my palm, finishing the wine in the glass I had been holding and focusing on the Milf.
Like she hadn’t just dropped a bomb, the dark-haired mother stood from her seat and, bending, picked up the bottle on the stand and refilled my glass.
When Martha leaned forward, a lot of her cleavage was revealed, her breasts succumbing to gravity, and a great view presented itself to my eyes.
None of that interested me, though. I studied the female opposite me for several seconds, confirming I had understood her correctly.
"You’re telling me you’re Zira Razur, a great general from your world?"
"Yes."
"You’re troublesome, your chest and ass a serious threat, but you don’t exactly strike me as the bloodthirsty type."
"Bloodthirsty?" Martha smacked her lips in distaste.
"Savage is more like it." The woman smiled beautifully.
I thought back to Martha’s combat skills, her fight against the fallen knight and her daughter being my only reference, but a good one.
Yeah, the woman was scarily good, her comprehension ability in battle astonishing, but to say she was the greatest fighter among what I believed to be a warring population of over a billion? I was sceptical.
I searched for clues on Martha’s face, turning up only doubts instead, as her smile did a good job of masking her thoughts.
"I’ve watched you longer than I’ve known you. What you’re telling me is hard to conceive."
To my words, Martha smiled, rubbing her right cheek with a finger.
"It shouldn’t be. I mean, did you ever think a woman who hellishly worked for the bare minimum, sucked your dick like a lollipop, and made you breakfast in the morning could just as easily end several lives and beat up your secret weapon?"
"Let’s not forget, be a passionate lover, a good boss and a caring mother."
Martha frowned at my words, and I shrugged, for the moment giving up on my doubts.
"Continue your story. What was the emergency?"
In a large, round room covered with white walls and yellow lights that hung from the ceiling, a spherical table rested at the center.
There were six chairs placed on the two sides of the table, all of them filled with different individuals, Zira being one of them. At the end of the room, on a large elevated throne, a distance away from the table, sat a man, numerous strands of his green hair now turned white.
The room was silent, everyone within it bearing heavy expressions. When one of the smaller doors to the side was opened, all eyes turned to the individuals who walked in.
Escorted by two buffed-up men in black, hard-looking clothes and helmets designed to accommodate their horns, was a much smaller man, his height normal by human standards.
Were it not for his purple eyes and the four golden buttons embedded side by side in his forehead, with his fair skin, the man might have passed for human anywhere on Earth.
"I am Galith Histafa, a messenger from the 24th Battalion of His Majesty Emperor Kang’s Imperial Army. Under orders of the Blended Slayer Commander Jeriq, I am here to tell you all to surrender your world and yourselves to the great Emperor’s rule."
There was silence in the hall for several seconds, and then a question came from a wizened voice among those seated at the table.
"Why conquer us? We can coexist peacefully as allies."
"All will kneel before the Emperor, wholly submit to him, or die."
At the table, several glances were exchanged, but before anyone could speak again, the man on the throne spoke.
"We have lived our lives. Let us leave the future to the young."
Eyes around the table turned to the Emperor in surprise, then to the only female in the room.
"We’ll extract from his head all he knows, inform the other nations, then prepare for war."
"To leave such a volatile situation in your hands, your Emperor must not have been wise," I said tentatively.
As she told her story, Martha’s face gave nothing away. I couldn’t gauge her emotions on the topic, so to get a clearer sense of her stance, I decided to provoke her.
Sitting so close to the deadly female, I readied myself to summon the fallen knight if things went haywire. But to my surprise, not even the best-case scenario happened.
Martha sighed in regret, shaking her head.
"He wasn’t, and I was too full of myself back then to notice."
The deep regret in Martha’s tone seeped through the air, contaminating it and affecting even my own mood. I suddenly found myself full of regret.
"Psion."
Quickly, I picked up on what was happening, Martha was releasing Psion into the air, something surprising considering she had shown no hint of possessing it throughout her actions the previous day.
"It’s weak, though," I muttered internally, surprised I could even detect it.
Slipping through and being allowed into my head, the particles drifted above my own sea of Psion. Studying them, I couldn’t help but look at Martha like a little child in matters of the mind. Her Psion reminded me of when I had first unlocked Mental.
I let the atmosphere settle, several seconds passing, then I questioned,
"Are you saying you should have surrendered?"
They had probably underestimated the enemy and she wishes for a second chance I thought, but Martha’s answer left me stumped.
"Yes."
It was direct and precise, no room for misinterpretation.
"Surprised or scared, or maybe a mixture of both?" the woman asked, studying my expression.
"How old are you?"
"Don’t you know not to ask a woman such a question?"
"Every man should know the age of the woman he’s getting married to."
"Curiosity killed the cat," Martha warned.
"I eat pussy for breakfast."
"Ahh, darling, why do you want to burden yourself with knowledge that will only make you fear me?"
"Those are worrying words."
"By this planet’s calculation, I am 423 years old."
"Wow."