Village Head's Debauchery

Chapter 1029: An Ogre's Loyalty And Honour

Chapter 1029: An Ogre's Loyalty And Honour

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Even though he needed Commander Sy'ra to put on a front on the surface to avoid paying too much attention to their existence, he wouldn't readily agree with her request. Doing so would make Paradise seem overly compassionate, which could be exploited in a world like this. Eleanora's heart sank as she spoke; her teeth clenched, "The Ogre race possesses a powerful regenerative ability that not only allows them to heal from any physical injury, even if they are near death, but also makes them stronger than they were previously. Also, the Ogre race is well known for their loyalty and honour."

"So healing her wouldn't just restore her strength and make her an asset that Paradise could control without expending much effort. Commander Sy'ra is incredibly powerful compared to other Grade One Runaway City Commanders." She bit her lip, determined not to give up.

She couldn't understand Paradise's real purpose, but their actions indicated an intention to aid the growth of the Runaway Cities for their own reasons. She hoped her words would make him reconsider.

As for Commander Vagorth of the Sleeping Fox Runaway City being strong, Eleanora couldn't refute such a claim since the two Grade Two Runaway Cities wouldn't have approached them if they weren't formidable.

"Is that true?" Orion asked.

"Yes, it's true! This information can be easily learned from anyone knowledgeable about the Ogre race. I wouldn't dare lie about such a thing," Eleanora responded, swiftly shaking her head.

The silence enveloped them, causing Eleanora to feel her body slowly drenched with sweat.

"Okay. If that's the case, then I'll need to see her condition first before coming to a conclusion," Orion responded, his tone firm.

A surge of happiness immediately penetrated Eleanora's heart. She swiftly raised her head and focused on the inky black-masked man before her. "Follow me," she said, holding back the excitement in her voice.

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After they emerged from the Three Terraced Layered Garden, they immediately descended towards the 'Bastion' situated in the upper forelimbs of the Wanderlust Travelling Tortoise Runaway City.

Upon reaching their destination, guarded by two gods' chosens, the guards pushed open the metallic door for them to enter and then closed it behind them.

Inside the room was only a wide king-sized bed and two succubi maids standing on either side.

Commander Sy'ra lay on the bed, her entire upper body from the shoulders down covered in white bandages soaked with dark scarlet blood. Her hair was scattered on the pillow, and she took heavy, gruff breaths with each exhale.

The maids in the room immediately bowed towards them. As though sensing their presence, Commander Sy'ra's eyes fluttered open and focused on Eleanora before freezing when she saw Orion. Almost instantly, Sy'ra attempted to push herself up from the bed, but she failed, falling heavily back with a painful hiss escaping her lips.

"Don't move," Eleanora said, her expression stern as she looked at Sy'ra. She then turned her attention to the maids. "Leave us."

The maids nodded and swiftly exited the room.

"What's going on?" Sy'ra asked, holding back the pain from her expression as she glanced at Eleanora, briefly looking at Orion but not daring to maintain eye contact.

"I've spoken with the Supreme Leader of Paradise. He has decided to assess your condition before determining whether to utilize Paradise's resources to restore you to full health," Eleanora responded thoughtfully and tone firmly.

Hearing her words, Sy'ra's expression shifted dramatically from shock to defeat. She gritted her teeth, then closed her eyes, holding back her words and frustration.

Despite her earlier refusal when they discussed this, she hadn't expected Eleanora to continue.

Orion scrutinized Sy'ra's injuries with an indifferent gaze. He could see her wounds were still open and bleeding, making it clear that it required immense effort for her to remain conscious. However, having seen much more severe injuries during Greta's treatment, he wasn't taken aback by the sight. Instead, he pondered how to approach the matter before him. "Commander Sy'ra, I have heard that the Ogre race is well known for its loyalty and honour. Suppose Paradise were to heal you, restoring you to your peak condition. Would you sever your allegiance to the Wanderlust Travelling Tortoise Runaway City and swear an oath to surrender yourself to Paradise?"

Eleanora was stunned. "Supreme Leader--" she attempted to speak, but Orion swiftly silenced her with a chilling glance that sent a wave of fear down her spine. "I'll advise you not to interrupt me again, Eleanora," Orion said.

Eleanora nodded, biting her lip hard enough to draw blood, which she swiftly concealed.

Ignoring her, Orion redirected his attention back to the stunned Sy'ra.

Sy'ra's eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at Orion. She hadn't expected him to make such

a statement, especially in the presence of Eleanora, the former Supreme Leader of the Wanderlust Travelling Tortoise Runaway City.

Her expression became complex as her gaze shifted between the chilling Supreme Leader of Paradise and Eleanora.

Noticing Sy'ra's gaze, Eleanora looked away.

This is your decision!

Even though Eleanora would feel betrayed if Sy'ra decided to sever her ties with the Wanderlust Travelling Tortoise Runaway City and pledge an oath to Paradise, she understood that this decision was tied to her chances of recovery.

"What is your decision, Commander Sy'ra? You have five seconds left to choose before I withdraw the offer," Orion said, his voice resonating across the room. Each word felt like a hammer striking Sy'ra's and Eleanora's hearts, making them beat faster than before. Sy'ra slowly closed her eyes, breathing deeply. "I... sever all of my ties to Wanderlust Travelling Tortoise Runaway City. And on this day, I pledge my allegiance to Paradise," she said, her voice initially filled with hesitation but growing more determined as she spoke. She opened her eyes and fixed her fearful gaze on the inky black-masked man, sweat gathering on her forehead as she struggled to steady her gaze.

Upon hearing Sy'ra's response, Eleanora internally exhaled, her shoulders dropping in relief. Nonetheless, she couldn't help but feel a pang of turbulent emotion within her heart, which she immediately suppressed.