The sun hung low over the Endless Empire. The governor stood on the top of the tallest tower, looking down at the endless city below.
It was a ti of celebration, but for him it was also a ti of caution and danger.
His wife was due back from her shopping trip two thousand years earlier than usual.
On top of that, he still had to plan the great festival to mark the first year on .
The wooden door behind him screeched as it opened.
“So — here you are. I’m not going to give out that much money just so you can have elder dragons flying over the city with banners.”
From the voice, the governor already knew he was speaking with the treasurer of the Endless Empire.
That the man wasn’t willing to hand out more money was expected. It was already a bit modest, and the governor hoped his wife wouldn't burn him alive for stinginess — but no flying dragons?
Unthinkable.
He turned to see the face of a proud, arrogant creature that was constantly chewing on sothing. It was the face of a cal. The governor’s eyes lifted to et the treasurer’s. Had he really ridden up here?
The treasurer’s manner was as arrogant as the cal’s, and the governor imdiately began to think of leverage he might use to get what he wanted.
Sadly, he had none. Still, good old threats should work.
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“You dare say no to . Do you have any idea what I can do to you? I am the governor of the Endless Empire!” he shouted — mostly at the cal, since it was closer to his height. The cal ignored him; so did the treasurer.
“You can do absolutely nothing,” the treasurer said with a raised eyebrow. “Maybe you shouldn’t have bought so many of those choc-cookies. This grand celebration looks horrible and unworthy of the Endless Empire. Do you know her Holy Empress will take a look?”
Cold sweat ran down the governor’s back and across his forehead. This was terrible. Why would the Empress look now? To his dismay, the treasurer continued.
“By the way — has she already appeared in the story? I’ve heard whispers that she’s quite interested.”
The governor started to tremble. The Empress was not forgiving; she would slowly execute anyone she thought had wronged her.
He bent down and grabbed the empty yogurt cup, a line leading all the way down to the dungeon where the curator worked — a cheap but reliable line of communication.
“CURATOR! DID YOU ALREADY INTRODUCE HER HOLY EMPRESS IN THE STORY?” the governor yelled at the top of his lungs.
“Uh… yes. Also when you shout so loud we dont need the cups,” ca the calm answer.
“WHAT I AN IS: DID YOU TELL HOW IT HAPPENED?” the governor shouted again.
“What? I did my job, and I won’t write it differently so soone looks better,” ca the curt reply.
This was so ridiculous that even the cal rolled its eyes.
Now the governor panicked for real. He paced from side to side of the tower, ignoring his precious cookies. He had read everything freely available — if he was lucky, the Empress didn’t have Patreon access...
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A crunching sound snapped him back from his thoughts. The cal was eating his chocolate cookies.
For a mont he froze with rage before releasing all his fury.
“YOU BETTER GET DOWN THERE AND BRING THE MONEY I NEED FOR THIS HIDEOUS TRANSGRESSION. IF I SEE YOU NEXT TI WITHOUT THE MONEY, I WILL SEE IF YOUR DAMN CAL CAN FLY. GOOOOO!”
The governor sank back into his chair, trying to calm down. First, he thought, he’d read one chapter. Maybe the description of the Empress wasn’t that bad.
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