Chapter 1200: Insatiable
It was at this point that everyone turned to look at the door, seeing a vivacious woman walk through the door with a kind of swagger that made her very attractive.
She had striking red hair, wearing a tight fitting dress and a fur jacket over her shoulders. It was chic. It was stylish. She was the embodiment of attractiveness.
The red scales that run up from her neck over towards her neck made her even more appealing.
Everyone immediately stood up, their eyes widening in surprise. They clearly recognized this person because instead of looking at her with lust, these people looked at her with fear and anxiety.
"Master!" Infernus said, panicking as if he was juts caught doing something bad. "I didn’t think—"
"Didn’t think what? That I would come here to my own home?"
This made the young Draconian’s words get caught in his throat.
"Looks like things have gotten lively while I was away," she said as she began to sit down. Except, there was no chair where she would sit.
A Draconian butler came out of nowhere and dragged a royal throne directly behind the woman just at the perfect time, allowing her to sit with the regality of a Queen or a Duchess.
Michael stared at this woman and guessed her identity. Charys.
She was the infamous Draconian in charge of this Feast itself. In fact, he’d even heard that it was designed exactly for her. It had been said that her glutton for amazing food was incredibly limitless. She was a person who would eat anything and everything in her path, and still ask for more.
"Well, go on. I was just here because I was bored," Charys said, gesturing for them to continue on with their conversation.
But how could they? They felt incredibly awkward talking normally while a powerful Draconian at the same level as the Heavenly Knights stared at them.
Some would even say that she was more dangerous than the Heavenly Knights themselves. Not because she was more powerful. But because she was not bound by rules and regulations like the Knights and Mystic Masters were.
They had to limit their actions within the walls of justice. If they didn’t, they could face incredibly scrutiny and perhaps get persecuted for their crimes.
But Charys? She was bound by nothing. She could do whatever she wanted in the Royal Continent without suffering any reprecussions.
After all, she was a royal amongst the Draconians. A figure just below that of the Draconian Queen herself! Who would dare want to prosecute a person like that?
They would risk angering the entire Draconian race. No Conglomerate or Organization would want to wage war against the most powerful species in the entire world.
Of course, Charys didn’t have that bad of a reputation when it came to crimes. The worst she did was eat every food in her sight to the point where she induced a famine.
However, she did pay them generously for their troubles. And with that money, they were able to buy food from other territories, and still pocket a good amount of money. So, no harm no foul.
"Lady Charys, we were just discussing the Feast," one of the Upper Echelon leaders said, nervously fidgeting his hands.
"And?"
"And they were discussing the abrupt conclusion of the Feast."
Charys’ head whipped towards the man.
"But we decided not to!" the man quickly said. "Now that you’re here, you can participate and eat as much food as you want."
They knew how to appease Charys. And that was through food.
But instead of a smile, the woman’s eyes narrowed at everyone in the room.
"You’re going to make a decision without my say?"
Immediately, everyone felt their hearts up to their throats. The emotional stress she caused by those words were comparable to the Ancient Roar.
"Charys, stop scaring the young’uns," said Eldea.
"Fufufu, but it’s just so fun! I find their fear so delicious," said Charys in a voice that completely overturned the frightful expression she made just a few seconds ago.
"Everyone, breathe," said the Swordmistress. "She won’t bite."
"Well..."
"Shush."
Michael observed Eldea and the Draconian, noticing their familiarity with each other. They looked to be on good terms.
"Umm... Lady Charys?" one brave man spoke up. "We have prepared a feast for you at the Feast. You can eat as much food as you want there. And more."
It was a genuine offer. Slightly. The man just wanted Charys to go away. She was too intimidating.
"Eh. Not hungry."
Immediately, everyone’s jaws dropped to the floor. Even Eldea couldn’t help but look at her friend with genuine shock written on her face.
Charys not being hungry was the same as the Earth not revolving around the sun! It would only happen during the apocalypse!
"Master! Are you ill?!" Infernus asked, examining Charys with worry.
Charys pushed Infernus’ face away. "I’m just not hungry. In fact, that’s the reason why I came here in the first place. I want the Feast to stop."
It was at this point that even Michael couldn’t help but react.
"What do you mean?!" Eldea asked. Just when they thought that they’d finally gotten rid of the problem! Now, Charys came in and added another one!
"I just think the food here is boring. Now that I’ve tasted the best food in the world, I just want to eat that for the time being."
"No, not your hunger! About why you want the Feast to stop!"
Charys sighed. "I think you know why, my friend. Our little rodents have been using the Feast as an opportunity to further their goals, if you know what I mean."
After hearing this, Eldea couldn’t help but put her hands over her mouth in worry. "I thought they wouldn’t act so boldly after their attack."
"Well, they are," said Charys. "My Draconians have told me that they’re in the Feast, spreading those cold metals to anyone who would listen. And trust me, people want to listen."
It might have sounded vague to others, but Michael saw through it quickly.
And he understood the problem. The Ersatz were using this opportunity to sell Artifice towards the public!
