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Anissa returned home, her mind heavy with conflicting thoughts. She replayed the day's events over and over, especially her unexpected clash with Selena. She shook her head slightly as if to physically clear it, walking towards her private quarters. But before she could relax, a sudden knock at her door interrupted her thoughts.
She moved swiftly to open it, a bit surprised at the late visit. Standing rigidly outside her home was a one-eyed Viltrumite, his familiar thin moustache giving his stern face a sharp, intimidating look.
"General Kregg," Anissa greeted him formally, keeping her voice neutral.
"General Anissa," he responded evenly, his tone as blunt as usual.
"To what do I owe this unexpected visit?" Anissa asked, immediately cutting to the chase. General Kregg preferred brevity, and frankly, so did she.
He motioned upwards slightly. "Fly with me."
Anissa nodded briefly, locking her home securely behind her with a simple hand gesture before swiftly rising into the sky alongside General Kregg. They flew silently for a few moments, side-by-side, until they hovered directly above the academy, its buildings small beneath them.
"So," Kregg finally broke the silence, his eyes fixed on the school below, "how is your mission going at this… half-blood academy?"
Anissa crossed her arms, carefully selecting her words. "It makes me wonder why an academy like this wasn't built long ago. We do have conquest strategies in place, yes. But many Viltrumite lives might have been spared if our people learned advanced tactics and strategy sooner."
General Kregg stroked his bald chin thoughtfully, clearly considering her words. "Hmm. I see you share this thought process as well."
She glanced at him quietly, awaiting more.
"However," he continued, sighing softly, "The Viltrumites who died were failures and a disgrace. They aren't even worth remembering in passing conversations. Weakness isn't something we can tolerate. The strong will always rise to the top, and the weak, the bottom feeders, as it should be."
Anissa nodded slowly, understanding his perspective as a fellow general but not fully agreeing with it since she had a thing or two to add. That was the iron rule of the Viltrumites. They respected strength more than laws or morals. Heck, they even had a culling to eliminate the weak blood amongst themselves, severely cutting down their population in the process, but leaving the strongest amongst themselves, including their scientists and engineers, to foster an incredible future for Viltrum.
"Of course, General. But look at our numbers. We may be the most powerful species in existence, but how many purebloods do we even have left? Not even a thousand, barely a hundred at best, and that's adding the half-bloods too. Yet we keep wasting our numbers by sending them recklessly into unknown worlds, just expecting them to conquer without tactical training. To keep doing the same thing and expecting a different result is not wisdom, General Kregg. The way we could just effortlessly do these things by just educating ourselves from those failures you mentioned will only ensure more success in the future."
General Kregg raised an eyebrow slightly, turning toward her. "Hmm, it's just as you said, General. Other species may outnumber us, but we OUTMATCH them. It's never about numbers, Anissa. It's always about the quality of the whole. The ants may gather themselves to form an anthill, but we will always be the foot that stomps them and reminds them of their place."
'Until those ants bite us in the ass. But why am I suddenly questioning our current ways now? Are we really in danger of dooming ourselves?' Anissa thought quickly to herself, then prepared an answer for General Kregg. Things began to change for her swiftly the moment she was summoned back to Viltrum. Could it be the work of that mysterious being she met?
"That might be true, General," Anissa replied firmly, meeting his gaze sharply, "but look how large the Coalition of Planets has grown. What started as pitiful and even laughable resistance has now become a significant threat to our growing empire. If we don't adapt soon, it may be Viltrum who faces extinction."
General Kregg studied her carefully, an unreadable expression crossing his face. After a moment, he finally nodded slightly.
"I see. Perhaps this academy isn't as useless as it appeared," Kregg concluded thoughtfully, nodding to himself. "I'm sure 'he' will find your insights quite useful." He turned, beginning to float away. "As you were, General Anissa."
Anissa watched him fly away, shaking her head slightly. "Grumpy old fart," she muttered quietly, turning back toward her home.
After a quick, refreshing shower, Anissa lay back on her bed, naked as her cock and balls glistened beneath the soft glow of starlight pouring through her window. She tried to relax, yet her mind kept wandering restlessly. Her thoughts drifted again to that strange silver thread she'd glimpsed around Maya. Surely she wasn't hallucinating—she was in perfect physical and mental condition. Yet, there it was, confusing her completely.
She closed her eyes, desperately trying to recall the mysterious goddess she'd encountered before. Had she ever given her name? Maybe Anissa could pray to her and seek some answers. But frustratingly, all she could vividly recall was that humiliating blowjob challenge she barely passed. She grumbled in annoyance, rolling onto her side.
"Tch," she hissed quietly, frustrated at herself, finally letting sleep claim her. It was a long day indeed.
The next day, Anissa arrived early at the academy, carefully reviewing the entire curriculum once again. She added personal experiences and made adjustments, determined to make each lesson more practical for these half-bloods. During class, she closely observed Selena. Strangely, Selena behaved as if nothing had happened between them at all, quietly listening instead of interrupting or challenging her authority like usual.
When class ended, Flora shyly approached Anissa for "private lessons," her eyes full of hopeful excitement. But Anissa gently declined, promising another time, after all, doing such in the academy was almost akin to asking for death if caught, although killing someone like her would be a great loss to the Empire. Today, she had other plans. She intended to secretly observe Selena, trying to understand her better.
Throughout the entire day, Anissa shadowed Selena discreetly, watching every interaction and every subtle expression. She learned little except how carefully Selena controlled herself around others. Frustrated, Anissa decided she'd take the next day off to relax and visit Maya again—hoping her friend might have more insight.
Meanwhile, Selena retreated to the bathroom alone, practising breathing exercises to calm her nerves. Today, she'd have to leave the academy grounds again, and every encounter with full-blooded Viltrumites outside made her angrier and more unstable. She feared doing something reckless that might get her killed. This was something she did on a daily basis to calm the storm within her.
Her trusted aides, whom she personally checked and trained with, Katya and Mia, stood guard outside the bathroom, but suddenly a quiet gesture signalled them away. They lightly tapped the wall, alerting Selena that someone was coming.
Inside, Selena instantly went alert, straightening herself, her muscles tense, ready for whoever approached. She had a strong guess who it was, and her heart began pounding.
Outside the door, Anissa quietly observed Selena's 'guards' retreating, impressed despite herself. They had clearly learned something from her teachings, with the way they not only retreated after seeing a target or opposition more powerful than them, but retreated and left information behind for the remaining party. Applying what was taught in class in the real world gave Anissa a sense of pride that she didn't even reprimand them. It showed they listened.
She took a deep breath, opening the door smoothly and stepping inside the quiet bathroom. Selena stood stiffly, glaring defiantly yet nervously, fists clenched at her sides.
Selana prepared herself as she rested her palm above her breasts as if to calm her heart for what was to come. No one had disturbed her in her daily routine so far, and she made sure of it. But today was something she clearly couldn't foresee happening and had to calm herself again. There could only be a certain type of person who would make her closest friends move.
A Viltrumite.
Selena, godmother of the half-bloods. Three cheers for camp half-bloods--I mean the Viltrumite half-bloods!
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