A melodious and beautiful voice suddenly resonated through the room.

"Nyom, I am with Chester at the moment. He adores your ideas. I had to restrain him from creating the new Kingdoms on the spot. We cannot allow that, or people would begin over-praying to him, abandoning their work and schooling entirely. I think it would be wiser if the Master of Blood Lords fashioned yours instead. I could always use a little more blood and a few more prayers directed my way. You may present your new plan to Syl. I shall see to it that you have a Kingdom near Mathew Two—and, naturally, a secret Kingdom as well. One can hardly go without one when attempting to look impressive. Chester will help, of course, though there is no need for the others to know that."

Nyom's face lit with visible joy. "Truly, my Lord? I am not even of your Flock. Thank you, my Lord! It would be an honour. And thank you, Lord Chester."

"Do not fret over it, pet. You even put on that adorable outfit. The Dark Lord must be beside himself over it. He has a fondness for cute things, yet cannot create them—a grave flaw of his. His sense of aesthetics in that regard is also questionable. One only needs to look at Chester…to understand how questionable it is. I am always glad to lure a few of his to the path of true cuteness. In fact, since you have even adorned yourself with a charming bow, I shall gift you a magical decorative ribbon so you may fashion your own Mag. I could never make Magirians. It would go against my principles to create such defective beings."

Kensington, standing nearby, pressed his lips together, caught between shock and dread. His daughters had gasped more than once, only to be silenced by the Guardians. He regretted bringing the more emotional of his daughters. The others, who had refused to attend, would have been far more suited for such an encounter.

"Thank you, my Lord! You are ever so generous," Nyom said warmly.

"I am," replied the Master of Blood Lords, "but in this case, it is more a jest at the expense of your Greatest Father regarding one of his recent gatherings. He invited his lovers to what could only be described as an orgy, with himself as the sole recipient of all the guests' affection. I distinctly recall there being an abundance of ribbons."

"Ribbons, my Lord? I could never offend my Greatest Lord. Never…" Nyom protested.

"You wouldn't. He already accepted it without issue. He has a sense of humour buried very deep inside. I merely wished to demonstrate that I can craft Mag-making ribbons as well—though not for the purpose of avoiding an orgy. His ribbons kept producing Mag to serve as decoys, but that clearly failed. His admirers only grew more ardent. He should have followed my example."

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Nyom tilted his head, doubtful. "And how is that, my Lord?"

"They never come near," the Master of Blood Lords replied, "for I drain them, nearly to death, of their blood then revive them one by one when it pleases me. I must uphold my reputation. That is where the rumours of my Blood Orgies began—it is always a blood orgy for my enjoyment alone. I am not known for sharing with anybody."

A youthful yet commanding voice cut in shortly after. "True. I can only manage to steal a pint of blood and hide in a corner to drink it."

The Master of Blood Lords gave a short, derisive snort. "You are not meant to drink blood, Chester. I allow you to take some because you look so pitiful—and because you would drown us all in tears if I refused."

"This is not true!" Chester objected. "I do drink blood."

"Yes," the Master of Blood Lords said dryly, "but mostly the Blue Blood from those Dark Dragons of yours. Your father used to feed you that when you were an infant."

"No. Father always made me, when I grew older, those steaks with millions of droplets of blood from countless races. Later, I began tasting those he made for you. He said we had oddly similar tastes in blood—and that we both pursued the most powerful and rarest kinds."

The Master of Blood Lords exhaled sharply. "I see… you indeed always choose the finest from my stock. That is likely due to your father who spoiled you rotten. Even that Division of yours keeps tormenting my Doll."

"You asked him to!" Chester retorted. "You wanted your Doll to learn a little bullying so he would not grow conceited. It was your idea."

"It was," admitted the Master of Blood Lords, "but I find that Division excessively skilled at it."

"We cannot help it. It is our nature," Chester replied. "This is how the Greatest Father made us."

"That is what I fear," the Master of Blood Lords murmured. "That Division of yours should not be able to—" He broke off abruptly. "Well, Nyom, we shall create your Kingdoms now. You must, however, continue to wear adorable outfits often. Your Greatest Master agreed because he highly approved of the one you are currently wearing. He found you very cute in it. Now, I have matters to discuss with this Chipmuck Bully. Until we meet again."

Nyom bowed and offered his thanks, not only to the Master of Blood Lords but also to Lord Chester, despite neither of the two High Lords being physically present. The call ended, and the Divine Light faded away.

Nyom turned to Sukuna and leapt with unrestrained delight. "Hell yes! I am getting a new Kingdom. Wearing this adorable outfit the Mistress made for me was worth it."

Sukuna smiled warmly, offering her congratulations as the Bird Guardians cheered in approval.

Kensington and the others could only watch. Kinsley, suddenly weary, returned to sit beside his clearly terrified children.

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