Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

Before heading to the Empire, the Phoenix King needs to take care of his duties, although His Majesty himself doesn't care much about these things...

After passing a plan for the Fishermen's Guild to expand the fishing area, Imrick threw the document on the table and asked North who was standing beside him: "Anything else? I sincerely hope... that you will abdicate quickly and let the next unlucky person give the seal of approval."

North picked up the document, and a drop of cold sweat appeared on his forehead. The maid who usually handled His Majesty's documents returned to Caledor, which caused some minor problems...

The piles of documents fully demonstrated the diligence of the herald. Some documents would not have passed through His Majesty's hands. Innos believed it was necessary to let His Majesty fully understand everything that happened in Ulthuan. In addition, the irresponsibility of the person in charge meant that there were two days a week when the herald worked all night.

"Your Majesty, there is only one last document left... It is the application from the Osuan Literary Association."

Imrick pulled out a portrait from the drawer. It was the portrait of Menil that had just been delivered to the royal court yesterday. What could heal a tired soul better than his grandson's innocent smile?

After hearing North talk about the Literary Association, Imrick took a quick glance and then continued to focus on the portrait. "Didn't they initially protest against my cultural dictatorship and all run to Avalon to seek the Queen's protection?"

"Well... your decision at that time was considered arbitrary by many people, but the facts have proven that the decreasing number of Slaanesh followers year by year shows that the Literature and Art Association is indeed sheltering the growth of some Chaos remnants."

A reminder to the Phoenix King that this was the power North had gained after two hundred years of service.

"Your Majesty, will you meet me? I suggest that you listen to the opinions of the Literature and Art Association. In recent years, they have spared no effort to praise your achievements, and the public's reputation has also improved. You are a force that cannot be ignored."

"See... Just as long as these idiots stop thinking about some out-of-the-ordinary works of art." Imrik was speechless when he thought of what happened a hundred years ago.

A statue that is considered a treasure by the Literature and Art Association is actually a statue of a succubus... The spell of enchantment deceived everyone. I have no idea how they could get horny every day towards a demon with three tentacles, two crab claws and a flesh whip.

Ten minutes later, a young girl who was extremely beautiful even for an elf came before His Majesty with unparalleled grace. Her eyes as bright as stars and... the indescribable towering mountains when she nodded and smiled instantly attracted the Phoenix King's attention. Then he felt bored and cast his gaze on the portrait in his hand.

"Your Majesty, I am Elena, the representative of the Literary Association..."

"Miss Elena, if you continue to spy on your Majesty with such a probing look, I will suspect that the Literary and Art Association is still harboring the remnants of Sin... Or, do you think your appearance can be compared with..." Imrik smiled but did not explain. It was an indisputable fact that he had two wives.

No one dared to ask for the separation of the union of the two princes, and no one dared to refute the sacred union of their two Majesties.

North looked a little unfriendly. When Elena entered the office, he sensed an unusual atmosphere.

Seducing the Phoenix King is a very stupid move, not to mention the Queen's preference... Her Majesty herself is not interested in matters of lust, unless Elena is the dragon son of Zhendan.

"You may have misunderstood me... The Literary Association has eliminated the influence of Slaanesh, and when I first met Your Majesty, I felt extremely terrified."

Although Elena said so, her purple eyes as bright as stars stared boldly at Imrik, completely ignoring North's murderous look.

"Then Miss Elena, can you please comment on this painting?"

Imrick handed over the portrait of his grandson... and Elena, who leaned forward, accidentally floated too much and touched His Majesty's rough fingers.

Imrik smiled. He didn't expect this to happen. If he didn't take the initiative, resist, or refuse... and if Atila found out, would he be killed by the tigress?
"Excuse me, what is this portrait?" "Evaluation, not inquiry."

Elena held up the portrait and adjusted the angle according to the sunlight coming through the window: “This painter must be the child’s elder, the brushstrokes are very soft… Judging from the direct sunlight angle, this should be dusk, but the painter changed the time to dawn.

I am sorry, Your Majesty, but I cannot comment on the work of a mother who hesitated when dealing with the look in her child's eyes... Your grandson should have a pair of majestic eyes like a dragon, but Her Highness Gladys wanted to draw the child's innocence. "

"Interesting." Imrick took the portrait and scanned Menil's eyes carefully, indeed noticing a slight difference in the fluidity of the brushstrokes compared to other places.

"But this painting is not the work of Gladys, but of my maid."

"Your maid?" Elena's smile became very stiff. She had a talent for sensing emotions from works.

But the emotion in this painting is like that of a mother towards her child. Maybe there is something wrong with your maid.

Imrik handed the portrait to North, who would later hang it in the most conspicuous position, and stood on the table with his hands folded.

"Let's end this meaningless conversation. I hate these... clichés. Unless you can tell me something that interests me, the Literature and Art Association will be connecting with Alagir next."

Elena put up her long hair, paused her charming look, and put her hands on her legs: "We want to hold a touring opera performance in the empire."

Imrick smiled first, then tilted his head awkwardly, and finally glanced at North, asking if what he had just said was true.

After getting a definite answer, ask a question in return.

"I don't quite understand... There are very few humans in the Empire who can speak Elvish. The income from your performance in Ulthuan is a fortune that those poor people can't even imagine."

Subconsciously, Imrik still believed that this group of people had some connection with the Slaanesh Cult, and the strange behavior of the woman in front of him made him even more suspicious.

Elena said sincerely, "We hope to get your Majesty's consent to tour and find new sources of inspiration."

"By the way, this is the letter of recommendation from Mr. Alfonso."

Imrik took the letter and glanced at it. It was indeed a handwritten letter from the Chosen One of Hoeth.

Imrik was not interested in paying attention to the several artists who were thinking about it, but as a monarch, he had an obligation to protect everyone's safety. After all... the Literary and Art Association also paid taxes to the royal court.

"So Miss Elena, where have you been in the Old World? Have you ever participated in a battle? The Empire is not like Ulthuan. There is a risk of being killed while driving a carriage on the road."

"I have been to Tyrell and participated in the archery training of the Avalon Militia." (End of this chapter)