Supreme Magus novel Chapter 4003

Chapter 4003: A Fellow Predator (Part 2)

"Yet if you entrust these people to me, I will apply the Desert law. My law. Do you understand?" Salaark looked at Friya, the only one who felt a tinge of compassion for the Yellow Wind tribe.

Lith was Lith, Solus had a strong aversion to slavery ever since Nalear’s attempt to trigger a civil war, and Nalrond saw his Rezar ancestors in the victims of the Yellow Wind tribe.

Solus and Nalrond pitied the children who had already lost one of their parents and were likely to lose the other soon, but that was it. The livelihood of their outlaw tribe revolved around pillage, abuse, and murder.

Punishing those responsible for such crimes wasn’t just fair, it was necessary.

"I understand, Overlord Salaark." Friya’s words sent everyone crying on their knees. The Yellow Wind tribe wept in despair while everyone else in joy.

A wave of the Guardian’s hand Warped the surviving members of the Yellow Wind tribe to the Justice Halls of her Heavenly Plume palace, where every one of them would face her judgment.

Salaark would read their minds and sentence them according to how and how much they had contributed to the suffering of those they had forced into servitude.

’Most of the adults are going to die, and their children will grow up resenting me for making them orphans.’ She shook her head, sighing. ’No matter how much I explain my reasons to these youths, most of them will eat my bread, leave my care the day they come of age, and use everything I teach them against me until the day they die.

’I regret pushing them on such a path, but pardoning their parents just to keep them happy is out of the question. Mercy towards the guilty is cruelty towards their victims.

’The only silver lining is that I have years to show the children of the Yellow Wind tribe another way of living and make them realize the horror of what they consider normal.’

Another wave of Salaark’s hand shattered the chains, opened the collars, and healed any open or festering wound both slaves and recent prisoners suffered.

"I swear my loyalty to you!" A young man covered in scented oils threw himself at Salaark’s feet, sobbing. "I’ll do anything you want. Obey all your laws. Just don’t let them touch me again!"

Many others followed his example. All the slaves, those who had lost their tribes and had nothing and no one to return to, swore heartfelt oaths of loyalty, while only about half of the most recent stock of prisoners forsook the Black Stork tribe.

"Please, stand up." Salaark’s voice was warm and soothing like that of a mother rather than a conqueror’s. "I’m not your Overlord. I haven’t earned such a title, and you are in no condition to bestow such an honor upon me.

"You have been beaten and oppressed under the heel of an unfair master for so long that you have forgotten what freedom means. Do not fear, though. I won’t abandon you. You’ll be my guests in my palace.

"I will give you the time and care you need to reclaim your minds, bodies, and dignity. Only when you are once again the only masters of your lives will you be given the choice to put them at the service of the Blood Desert."

A snap of her fingers brought everyone away, leaving only Lith’s group and one confused woman behind.

’Thank you.’ Friya thought as she walked towards her biological mother.

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