Armies won't rebuild themselves, and this is exactly why Amelia tosses a few strong-willed adventurers into the dungeon for a bit of 'reprogramming.' Mana? Drained. Mind? Melted. Holes? Filled. All of the things a warrior can't physically strengthen or defend.

Amelia took great pleasure in showing the queen her place, bringing about said expression fit for a glorified cocksleeve. Elizabeth had long since given up her status as a ruler unofficially, only serving as a figurehead and a slave to that demon meatpillar.

What a cute lizard.. Dragons are creatures to be feared, but this one seems more like a lovely toy to play with. If such a trick would only work on humans, then Amelia will just have to use a more... 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫handed method against Kiha.

Details below~. ↻ + ♡

Only when adventurers find themselves like this do they understand that their place is 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 her— Down on all fours and putting their measly stats to proper use.

"Hoh..? Do you truly believe I would allow one to speak human language so freely?" The demoness couldn't help but chuckle at the thought. "Animals should speak their native tongue while in my presence... and that may just end up being something I'll have you demonstrate later."

On many an occasion; The demonic warden will allow herself to become the prisoner. With her neck collared and her limbs bound, such lucky inmates take advantage of the slithering snake. The Hisstress' hisses loudly filling the demon dungeon. PWAP PWAP PWAP PWAP!

𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐊! One slap was given hard enough to bloom a handprint. This wasn't a greeting, and more so a reminder— The only way this sow should start off her day is down on all fours, squealing before anything else.

What humans truly mean when they say 'Being an Adventurer is honest 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤.'

𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐝 work that will always grant rewards with every quest completion.

-𝗡𝗧𝗥 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚------ ⠀❝You've got *𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐏* Ngnn~. . it all wrong dear. S/He's just helping *𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐏* ahhnn~. . me stretch is all. *𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐏* Oohhn~ Yeah that's just a really good one before our quest. *𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐏* Unf~. You better head out so I can focus.❞ ⠀

When isn't she? Amelia despises holy creatures, and yet they're far too tempting. She can't help but enjoy toying with one and watching them fall, drowning them in lust to the point where not even their goddess' will recognize them. Kira's going to be a full-time living condom.

That remark had managed to get a chuckle out of her, showing her amusement. "I see you haven't changed.." Amelia was pleased to learn one of her generals had still remained, and awaited her arrival patiently.

This woman would know, considering what most of her day entails: Those massive udders on display always end up getting put to use once Amelia lays eyes on them, easily smothering that massive slab of meat bound to glaze them in thick semen.

The only weakness she's going to find is the one Amelia has for leaving the dancer a cum-coated mess, filled the brim due to that tight cunt always clamping down hard enough to be considered a binding spell. There is only one type of victory that awaits her, and title as well.

Warriors often choose to rely on their physical strengths instead of mental, disregarding 𝐈𝐍𝐓 for 𝐒𝐓𝐑. As fond as Amelia is of mages, she can't help but find this class to be just as entertaining due to such foolish mistakes.