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I turned down a vassal's oath — so Lord Gager started sending killers in waves. The necromancers were eaten by their own undead, the frog-folk swore themselves to me, and the Emperor fell off my Dragon. Now the monks of Antarctica have a virus that puppets minds. And I'm already infected. But that isn't gaslighting. That's a plan.
Book 21. To be continued!
Genre: GameLit
Book 21. To be continued!
Genre: GameLit