"Lady Jill, I have arranged for your escort," an attendant spoke whilst kneeling.
Jill, seemingly agitated, turned to look at the attendant who had just spoken.
"For the third time, I DO NOT need an escort."
The attendant, hearing the reply, stood still as his back subconsciously straightened while Jill's eyes bore into him.
"B-but Lord Nazareth decreed that all Kriegmen and women must have escorts."
A silent huff of annoyance escaped Jill at the attendant's words as, yes, her god had decreed such a thing, but she evidently believed she could combat any force that sought to harm her.
The air within the room—filled with piles of official documents and measurements of resources—was silent as the attendant, who had held the position of assistant administrative advisor for less than three days, faced Jill with little fear.
"Fine," Jill's eyes rolled as the attendant sprang into action, and from outside the room a group of six heavily clad gladiators entered before encircling Jill as they proceeded throughout the temporary administrative building.
The building was hastily built to hold the impossible amount of paperwork for the new citizens of Luminar, and the tallies of resource management and other factors made the stone building reek of paper and ink as passing attendants stopped and bowed towards Jill's entourage.
As Jill and her entourage exited the entrance of the temporary head office of administration, one horse-drawn carriage waited with seven horses surrounding it.
Jill, almost instinctively, moved to sit in the carriage whilst the gladiators and attendants moved to sit on the horses, and with a quick hit of the coachwhip, the horses at the front of the carriage started to pull forward as the entourage moved through the still-littered city of rubble.
Location – Luminar Throne Room -
Nazareth sat quietly upon his throne as, within the hall, attendants and servants came in and out quietly, as if making any sound could spell their doom and the loss of the new freedom they had gained.
Nazareth's hand tapped against the black marble of the throne as his sword, holstered within its sheath, gave an aura of deadly intent towards anyone foolish enough to get close.
Viserion, meanwhile—the young dragon—was flying through the pillars of marble, letting out periodic cries or hisses. Cain was also running about in circles, constantly trying to catch his tail, as nothing new or entertaining had happened, so he had to do something.
Finally, after a few hours, footsteps from multiple entrances echoed as multiple finely dressed men and women entered with entourages of gladiators who quickly stopped as their VIPs made it to their destination.
The men and women quickly assembled at the feet of Nazareth's throne as each performed a dragon-like salute with their hands over their chests as they knelt.
Kneeling at the front of the group were the obvious Jurten and Jill. Although the Kriegmen no longer wore their armour, instead wearing finely crafted clothes which made their tedious work easier, only a few still carried their weapons and armour, as they still had faint markings of dried blood.
Finally, Jurten, at the core of the assembled group, spoke towards Nazareth.
"The Administration of Luminar have arrived, my Lord."
With a wave of Nazareth's hand, all assembled Kriegmen stood as they looked at their god.
"Tell me of the situations within my city, Master Jurten."
Without missing a beat, Jurten pulled from his robes a scroll of significant length with a seal of a sword with wings before grabbing a small knife from his robes and slicing the seal open. He began to read its contents. Jurten spoke for at least ten minutes before Jill, standing to the side, pulled another scroll—however, sealed with a hammer and wings—grabbed the knife from Jurten, and read that scroll's contents.
This action was repeated a total of five times before Nazareth's hand rose to stop the procession of information.
"High Executioner Karl, how is the operation of dealing with the 'Sons of the Harpy'?"
Karl, for his part, was caught off guard by Nazareth's abrupt stopping of the procession before regaining his confidence as he replied:
"My Lord, I, along with a portion of gladiators, have dealt with at least half of the infidels before they could cause any significant disruptions since the fire a few days ago."
A smile appeared on Nazareth's face before he waved, and the process of scrolls being opened and read resumed.
After a total of two hours, Nazareth dismissed his officials and soldiers as they began to merge back into their entourages to be escorted back to their workstations.
Nazareth's eyes, meanwhile, seemed to be looking beyond the room as he sat quietly on his throne.
M.I.C.H's Store -
Industrial Points – 42,501 -
This figure mildly shocked Nazareth, as from his knowledge and the accounts from scholars, the number of slavers killed barely reached ten thousand; however, he had gained nearly triple the amount of points.
Nazareth's mind began running through reasons as to why such a large pot of points had been gained before he realised something he had previously overlooked.
'Industrial Points'. After taking Meereen, he had completely ignored some of the prompts appearing, and after renaming the city and constructing new facilities with the corresponding administrations, he also revamped the knowledge for industry by supplying the forge workers with better techniques and smelting options.
This all occurred when he visited the forges of Meereen; his mind, which he had believed to be previously indoctrinated with hatred of Xenos and other anti-alien propaganda, also came with some knowledge of forging and administration.
This allowed him to improve in areas where he had little to no idea or experience, and with the system showing which of his subjects/allies had the best advisor levels in which fields they were best suited, it allowed a bumpy yet smooth change to occur.
It seemed that, due to improving the industrial capabilities of his city, it also increased his points.
Immediately he went to M.I.C.H's shop and looked at the options available.
— MICH's Shop —
Points available to spend: 42,501
A Fragment of a Warp Demi-God — 850,000 pts — (WARNING! Purchasing this item has effects on the purchaser's psyche)
A Planetary Planner (This machine can scan the whole planet it's placed on and provide information on key locations for habitation, mining, production, etc.) — 100,000 pts —
Armour fit for a king (comprised of Valyrian steel, adamantium, and Necrodermis + gives the user a certain extent of immunity to the Immaterium) — 25,000 pts —
A Robotic Helper (this helper can build anything from any show or novel, as long as there are corresponding materials) — 6,000,000 pts —
A contingent of Kriegmen from 40K (All knowledge of the Imperium and corresponding allegiance will be forgotten, and these Kriegmen will be loyal to the purchaser until and after death) — 100 pts per soldier — /Each soldier differs in equipment and rank/
A Forgotten AI from the Dark Ages — (Warning! Can be corrupted by chaos and only arrives in the form of a chip. Warning!) — 15,000 pts
Gene Seed Maker — (Input DNA and can produce gene-seeds) — 25,000 pts
A small hint of sadness appeared within Nazareth's mind at the fact that no new options appeared. However, instead, he looked at his points and the options available, which produced a hint of greed.
He carefully looked through the options from which he could choose. Nazareth looked at the system screen for quite a while as his mind finally came to a decision.
A tear in reality appeared in front of Nazareth as Viserion, lying to the side, scrambled at the sound of air being ripped apart, while Cain, lying at the feet of Nazareth after chasing his own tail for hours, only looked at the gap in reality with a side glance before falling back asleep.
The white void within the throne room began to expand as a suit fit for a king appeared standing. The void, after spitting the suit out, moved backwards as a data card came flying out before landing with a quiet thud in front of the suit.
The void again expanded as twenty silhouettes of Kriegmen stepped from the light. The Kriegmen, settling their eyes on Nazareth, shouted their loyalties to their god before kneeling. The shouting once again startled Viserion, who was flapping his wings like a bee.
(AN: Hope you guys liked this chapter and plz leave a comment if you have any ideas or anything.)