The moment she was brought in, the girl displayed remarkable composure. She didn't make a scene, shed tears, or even attempt to escape at any point. Instead, she observed her surroundings with a keen interest, and without hesitation, demanded luxurious accommodations and a bountiful feast — behaving in a manner befitting a young lady from an influential family. Unfortunately, that image died quickly after looking at the state of her clothes — nothing but torn rags — likely yet another fallen noble family, devoured by the cruel pit of vipers that was Feoh. 
They felt sympathy for her, but they also wanted to stay alive. Keeping the Pantielle heir satiated was primordial so that his lust and hunger wouldn't one day be directed toward them. 
As they remained consumed by their thoughts and anxieties, the newest arrival placed her finger upon the maid's forehead. "Before you draw your last breath, this king will give you its name, be honored. My name is Draco. The Beast of Sodom." A few moments of eerie silence followed before the light within her eyes vanished as her body became noticeably thinner. With a quick lick of her finger, Draco closed her eyes as the cries on the other side had come to a halt. Many shook as they knew what this meant.
She soon recalled some information she had gleaned from the mage who had previously held onto the gem. "Never imagined this world to name their kingdoms after runes. And this is the kingdom of wealth on top of that, funny how the name suits it in the end. Makes me wonder if it was done intentionally." Humans, Elves, Dwarves, and even their own versions of gods — it was similar yet so very different at the same time. Perhaps someone from that world ventured here centuries ago and established the current system and nomenclature? It was a query with no answer unfortunately, and random speculations offered little significance, most of which held no bearing to her. After all, she was but a mere peasant, far removed from any knowledge concerning the origin of the kingdoms. 
Still plentiful enough for her to gain a general understanding of this new world. "Still hungry…"
While she continued to ponder, the other door swung open as the naked body of a redheaded girl was unceremoniously thrown out in a crumpled heap. A collective gasp escaped the onlookers as they beheld her appearance, her once long and luscious red hair was cut… or rather ripped off her head from the root. She was a servant who was hired for her likeness to a certain Princess Knight. 
"Bring out the next one, quickly! I'm getting bored." Michelle's shrill voice pierced the air, causing the women outside to scramble and hasten their preparations for Draco. The attendants swiftly lifted her, ensuring the final touches were completed, including brushing her hair and cleaning her hands of any traces of blood and impurities. The latter fully enjoyed their ministrations, not minding the stench coming from the room and the annoying voice of two squealing pigs fighting for scraps from said heir. "Make it quick! MAKE IT QUICK! MAKE IT QUICK!!" 
With everything finally prepared and Draco looking as presentable as could be, she was escorted into the room. Her expression was the same as ever, a stoic countenance that bordered on indifference as she gazed at the sweaty and naked… man thing before her. No, calling him a pig would be more accurate with all that bloated flesh hanging low enough to hide his genitalia… for whatever it’s worth. 
Interesting. 
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Michelle never felt this frustrated in his life.
Maia was the same as always, although recently, she seemed to have grown considerably more vicious. He reminisced about the first day he met the woman, back when she had been appointed as a commander for the Kuroinu army and they held a party in her honor. Everyone was there, including the low-born Vault, the annoying cheater Beardsley, the infuriating Kin who always looked at him with that stupid smug face, and the rather uninterestingGrave Levantine.