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She stares up from her monocle she's currently polishing, tilting her head and pursuing her lips before deciding on a proper answer for Comrade Khione.
"Well, I do eat raw meat, but it's usually either human or a traitor who I have to dispose of and besides, I don't care much how I gather my needed nutrition, my dear Khione."
The Queen grasps her hand together for a few seconds, sighing and quickly unfurling her hand, causing the plants around Khione to form into a rather fancy chair with soft leaves adorned with pretty flowers as pillows.
"Please sit down."
Comrade Khione is intimidated by the Fae Queen’s casual attitude towards murder, practically so brutal that not even Yolcan could match her. Shaking a little, she takes her seat and sizes up the situation; she couldn’t escape, so her only hope was that the Queen would accept the alliance.
“Your comrade majestyness, I wanted to talk about economic and military matters, if you don’t mind. I heard Seraphim has lots of potion ingredients and the raw population to be a mighty power?”
The Fae Queen raises an eyebrow, leaning against Khione's chair and looking down at her, examining Khione quickly before smiling once again.
"Indeed. Seraphim has ample resources as well as population. You're here for an alliance of some kind, aren't you? If you are then don't worry, I've been looking for a nation that can rival our greatness and from what I've seen Soviet Rusheim is perfect, as far as I know at least."
She produces a sweet-smelling lilac flower brimming with magic, handing it to Khione.
Khione smiles at the nice gesture, taking the flower and sniffing it, but then she frowns.
“The only thing standing in between us is the Unicorn Khanate. You know how vile they can get, attacking anyone possible. With our combined might though we could threaten them into not attacking.”
The Queen nods, conjuring another flower of the same type in her hand whilst sighing.
"I suppose we could, but actions speak louder than words. We need to show the Unicorn Khanate that an attack against either of us will not be tolerated under any circumstances.*
The Queen's grip on the flower tightens and it starts to wither, reflecting her mood and attitude currently
Comrade Khione smirks, nodding to this and taking out a map. With the map on the table being spread out, she kneels over it and glances at the Khanate.
“Shall we punish the filth then? I’d say decimating 60% of their cities would be extremely helpful to our cause. Maybe they’d start groveling more.”
The Queen looks down at the map, glaring at the Khanate with extreme bloodlust.
"Shall we impale all their citizens who dissent to their true overlords in a couple of their cities and any villages close to Soviet Rusheim? I also suggest we display a bit of our power to their foolish leaders so they realise how pathetic their struggle against us would be?"
The Queen looks at Khione and smiles slightly, instantly recognising the lust in Khione's eyes.
"I didn't take you for that type of person, but it's not necessarily a bad thing, especially when your magic energy is so ripe and full of life."
She clicks her fingers, commanding the plants to make a large bed which they immediately get to work on as the Queen stares at Khione with intrigue, wondering if this meeting will become more interesting or not.
After several hours, their “meeting” ends, and Khione wakes up from the nap they were taking. She gently removes the Fae Queen’s arm and leans down, slipping her clothes back on and then taking the photo of her husband out of her pocket before shrugging and throwing it into the garbage. She didn’t need him anymore, as she had found someone much more suitable to her tastes. She would still interact with him, but without any passion.
The Queen wakes up and rises from the bed, telekinetically putting her clothes back on via nature magic due to them being organic, smirking lightly and keeping her gaze on Khione.
"Good morning, Khione, How did you sleep?"
The Queen sighs, walking over to Khione.
"Will you be returning back to Rusheim? If you are I would like to accompany you."
The Queen frowns, narrowing her eyes.
"Oh, which island nation would that be? I'm sure it can be crushed without a little bit of effort from both our nations."
“It’s Chouh-Gon, the second most populated nation in the world. They’ve been ruining the Soviet economy and disrupting us in any way possible. Quite frankly, we’re sick of it, we tried to send ambassadors, but they ignored them last time, and they even attacked us unprovoked in the last world war.”
The Queen sneers, baring her fangs at the mention of Chouh-Gon.
"Chouh-Gon is a nation full of pests that need to be exterminated. They're mindless filth that can't listen to reason so we should crush them before they become too much of a problem."
The Queen scowls.
"They will learn first-hand not to mess with Soviet Rusheim and to stop being such scum."
"Nagaland you say? I am familiar with them. However, not much diplomacy has been initiated between us sadly."
She sighs.
"I will visit personally soon or I might send an ambassador instead."
"Indeed. Let us go now."
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