Synthetic Survivor: Machine Age - Chapter 122

“Stacy!”  Patricia shouted. She ran across the slimy floor and dirty walls. There lied her friend, Stacy, unconscious and considerably injured.

Patricia hugged her tight and cried her eyes out while Wog, One and William watched from the open door.

“Tell me, William. Why didn’t you do anything?” One asked.

William knelt before Wog and One, his forehead wet from his sweat.

“I did not know that Anne had her dragged here not until a few hours ago, please, have mercy!” William begged.

Wog looked at One and sighed.

“I can heal her wounds but I doubt I can heal her mentally,” Wog said.

“Yes, milord,” One said.

“William, see to it that every criminal here is interrogated. I want everyone accountable to confess and if I find evidence that the number of those guilty are lower than who confessed, mark my words William..”

One placed his face near William’s.

“I will massacre them all,” One said.

“Y-yes!” William screamed.

“Good, now get going. I can’t have my king be coronated at the time like this,” One said.

William stood and called upon the guards of the tower.

“Round up the prisoners and prepare the torture chambers!” He shouted.

“Are you sure that torture is necessary?” Wog asked One.

“It is, milord. Don’t forget that the ones who did this to her are criminals, actors of heinous crimes. They do not deserve anything but pain,” One said.

“I see,”

One’s plan of turning his newfound king into a puppet was working. Although One appeared to be a trusted vassal by the king’s side, he secretly controlled his decisions and influenced his ways by means of psychology.

The dwarf was oblivious.

But One knew he needed to maintain his image that he was a strong, independent, and noble king to the Fortress City.

And his stage was going to be set soon.

Despite their efforts, a few knights and a handful of mages loyal to the Count managed to escape. It won’t be long until Lord Toris sends out an army to reclaim the Fortress City.

Depending on the size of the army and the composition of its forces, One could either eliminate them in one fell swoop or they’d be forced to repel a siege.

But if Lord Toris was to personally lead the siege. One would just himself go into the battlefield and challenge him in a duel.

If Lors Toris has an honor to maintain, he would blindly accept One’s offer and it will be his doom.

But before One could drool over his supposed inevitable victory, he needed to repair the damage in the city.

One planned the city’s reconstruction as soon as Wog was crowned King over the land.

The excess workforce on the outer district would be more than enough.

First and foremost, however, One needed to deal with the grieving Patricia.

“Milord, after this is settled, you will be coronated in the throne room of the castle in the presence of representatives from the outer and inner districts,” One said.

“Yes..” Wog said. He was obviously nervous.

“Milord, do not be afraid, I will be by your side and will make sure nothing comes to harm you,” One said.

“They have to kill me first,” One continued.

“Y-yes, I trust your abilities, Ben, I know I am safe in your hands,” Wog said.

“Yes, sire,” One said.

The wounded mage then slowly opened her eyes.

“St-stacy! Stacy! It’s me, it’s Patricia! You’re safe now, you’re safe,” Patricia cried out to her friend.

“Pat?..” Stacy whispered with all her might.

“Milord, you can now heal her,” One said.

“Yes, but let them have their reunion first, I believe her trauma will be lessened at the sight of a friend,” Wog said.

“Hm, very well,” One said.

One and Wog watched as the two had a tearful reunion. One was somewhat grateful with what he was seeing.

It made him learn how humans cared for each other, even in the darkest of times. If someone was indeed your friend, that friend would always find a way to save you.

After the tearful embrace, Wog walked forward and lifted the wounded Stacy from the dirty floor and carried her out through the door from which they entered.

One walked by Wog’s left side while Patricia walked by Wog’s right.

Rain poured down from the heavens as peasants, knights, and mages alike watched from the sidelines. Wog, their soon-to-be king was a dwarf walking side by a side with an elf and a being of immeasurable strength.

They exuded an aura of kindness but only Wog and and the elf. The Man in Black and the human Wog was carrying, however, had an aura of immense killing intent.

The woman, had a immense dėsɨrė for revenge.

One sensed it also and decided to take advantage of it.

They made their way through the streets of the outer district and into the inner district’s medical facility which they called a “Healing Sanctuary” but was more of a rundown hospital than a sanctuary.

There, Wog placed Stacy on a bed and began healing her.

“You and you,” One called two knights outside.

“Y-yes sir?” They asked.

“Guard his holiness and make sure nobody gets near him without permission,” One said.

“Yes, sir!” They drew their swords and hurried to the door.

One then walked to the castle and into the throne room. Just as he had ordered, One had men enlisted from the outer district to clean and and fix the damage done to the city.

One promised they equal pay and food that would last them for the upcoming winter. One’s promises, however, depended on how well the harvests would be and the amount of silver he could extract efficiently from the nearby mines.

Still, progress was progress.

In a few days, Wog will be coronated as King Wog the first of the kingdom of..

Wait, One was taken aback.

He didn’t think one thing thoroughly enough.

“I didn’t think of a name,” One said.