Meltzer - Starting a wildfire.

Two weeks after Uklag left

Meltzer looks at the piece of paper again. He is sitting in the governess chair; Halja herself sits beside the table where she would remain until Meltzer needed her again, for either her signature or the third blowjob of the day. Outside the door stand two guards that Uklag had brainwashed after he had appointed Meltzer as his substitute regent, they made sure nobody barged in here and saw things they should not see.

Granted the governess’ sudden disappearance from public eyes raised some eyebrows but they all thought it was due to some unfortunate illness. Meltzer had Tienal run all the appropriate public displays in her stead and the population wouldn’t say no to having knight in their midst. As such most of his days went by undisturbed. Well, until recently that is.

He looks at the paper again.

“Treasurer Meltzer,

I leave you this as a written reminder, so you never forget it: I own you. I like your ambition but never forget that you run this city because I will it, not because it is your privilege. As such here is a list of things I want you to work on during my absence.”

He throws the paper on the table and leana back. Droy had brought him the letter yesterday after he returned from a three-day visit back at the base. The three eye symbol in the corner left him with no doubt that Uklag himself wrote it, the brash wording only reinforced that expression.

Most of what his master wanted was pretty easy, certain materials and gemstones but there was one order there that Meltzer couldn’t quite wrap his head around. “Sow discontent in the local population.” The tired looking man mumbles and looks at the ceiling. Was he supposed to simply make everyone angry? At whom? How? Why?

He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Something wrong, Meltzer?” Halja asks from the floor. “I told you to call me master.” “That title is reserved for the master I am afraid.” Halja apologizes and continues, “After all, only he is worthy to enslave all women.”

Meltzer freezes. “Aaah.” He slowly exhaled. “Of course. Yes, Master Uklag, I understand you now!” Meltzer grabs an empty sheet of paper and starts writing. ‘Of course, of course, of course! How could I not understand it! He is someone who breaks minds and enslaves women, how could I not see it? He wants me to sow discontent amongst the men so that we can turn around the present order! What a terrific mind he is.’

Meltzer continues to scribble propaganda texts on the paper and smiles. “What a great being our Master is.” He tiredly mused, “Asking of me exactly what I always wanted to do.” He stands up and walks to Halja, looking down on her, “Putting all of you bitches in the places that you deserve, at our feet!” He put his boot in her face and slowly pushed her to the floor with a sadistic smile. It wasn’t going to hurt her, well not much, but it felt damn good to show ones superiority like that.

After a few more seconds of standing there and looking down on this apparently once proud woman he steps away from her. “Sadly I have other things to do now.” He says and goes to change his clothes to something less flashy than the noble silk garments he was currently wearing. After all, he needed to go to the outer city next.