Joyce's eyes widen and she glanced at the cooling body of the village head and then at them. A chill seeps into her body and she felt as if she's made a terrible mistake. These are not kids, they are something else.
"My...lord?"
He leaned a bit closer. "Call me Azaroth. Now, is there a problem with me ruling the village?"
She hurriedly shook her head. "Of course not...sir Azaroth. You are now the ruler of this village."
"Then get me water to drink."
She nodded and disappeared, her hands trembling slightly but soon she was back with a jug and cup. Azaroth drank and passed to the others, using that time to think about what to do next.
"You will show me around the fruit farm and then later you will call all the villagers together and I will talk to them." Azaroth said. He want to give her a very good chance to carry out her plan.
"Of course Sir Azaroth!"
