"Alright troops, let's move closer to the ocean!" I yell to the massive army in front of me. We're outside my kingdom and I'm about to start leading the war, gesturing with my six arms to everyone.
"We'll march to the area near the coast and wait! Remember that our goal is to kill as many of them as we can, and those who achieve the greatest feats will receive proper rewards," I tell them all.
"As for the captured troops..." I think about what to say. Well, I don't need prisoners of war; that's not my style.
"Well, we'll devour the men, and anyone here can use the women however they see fit, as long as it doesn't interfere with their duties," I say, which positively excites the troops. I put my mask on my face while putting on my new gloves.
'Damn you, Grimm, that perverted bitch took my gloves.' I have three new pairs because Grimm liked the smell of my gloves, so she decided to just steal and take them without even caring if I was going to use them.
