The Irreversible Change: No Bloodshed
He won, completely and utterly.
What he thought would be the hardest challenge for his conquest of the continent ended in an hour.
The Storm King has taken over Abyssinia.
One nation down, two more to go.
The Zebra nation of the Savannah, Zebrica.
And the Hippogriff island nation of the tropical coast, Hippogriffia.
And with one of the Giraffe King's three legendary artifacts already under his control and another on the way, things seem to be going well for our conqueror king.
So well in fact, that when something troublesome finally happened, he was relieved he no longer needed to expect it.
It was during the after-battle feast, organized by the best chefs of the newly official Storm Empire, and the best chefs from the castle of Panthera.
The feast hosted the leaders of the empire, Including but not limited to, King Meowmere, Queen Mittens, Minister Softpaws, Princess Lavender the Hippo, The leaders of The Argonauts, Several of the Storm King's military captains, Lord Strife, and finally The Storm King himself.
After eating the delicious and most-likely expensive food from the table, the Storm King stood up and tapped his glass to catch everybody's attention.
He sat at the head of the table, on the opposite head sat King Meowmere, trying his hardest to make himself look smaller.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, I would like to make a toast," The King began once all the eyes of the feast were on him, everybody chose to remain silent as to the fact that his wine-glass was filled with water instead of the alcoholic beverage it was named after.
"Today, just an hour earlier, our two nations have joined and became one," He said, and the Storm Army side of the table clapped politely to his words, only King Meowmere clapped from the Abyssinian side of the table, ignoring the looks of disappointment from his wife and advisors.
"Play along," Meowmere wanted to tell them, "He won't kill us if we do what he asks, we might even keep our nation," But he knew that he couldn't tell them that at this time, too afraid of interrupting The Storm King.
"And it is thanks to the wonderful work of every single person at this table that such a day could end without bloodshed," The Storm King smiled, and Meowmere forced himself to smile with him, the looks from his advisors and wife searing into him with their unbearable disappointment.
How Pitiful King Meowmere must have looked to the untrained eye, but Both Kings at the table knew that King Meowmere playing along with The Storm King's demands were the only thing allowing him to keep the golden headpiece that laid atop his head.
"And for such wonderful planning, and the genius to tactically surrender without endangering his people, I would like to reward my new friend Meowmere," The Storm King said, and all the eyes at the table moved to the Cat King.
"I will allow you to continue ruling your nation, You may keep the crown on your head," The Storm King told him, and Meowmere gulped the saliva that built up in his mouth, leaving it as dry as a desert. He knew what he was hearing was too good to be true, and he waited for the catch.
"You may keep the nation, but you must dismantle the army, you will listen to every word I say and you will follow it to the letter, any new law you wish to implement will go through me, any change of budget you wish to make will go through me first," He told him, and King Meowmere nodded his head quickly.
"Everything in your nation is mine, from the money to the food, to even the land and the people living upon it," He said, "Make no mistakes King Meowmere, The only reason I am not putting one of my officers in charge of this nation is because it would be too expensive for me to take care of. That does not mean I allow you to do whatever you wish, You are king in name only, do you understand me?"
King Meowmere looked at the eye of the Storm King, all the humor and friendliness form the beginning of his speech were gone, replaced with the cold and hard eyes of a monster, a predator toying with his prey simply to exert his power.
There was no humor, The Storm King didn't find what he was doing to be fun.
He was doing it because he had to, and because of that, King Meowmere nodded his head in understanding and accepted his burden.
Any other tyrant would make fun of him, they would laugh and jeer as his land was taken from him. But not The Storm King, as Meowmere looked into his eyes, he understood that he found a good leader.
Such a paradoxical existence, a conquering tyrannical emperor who was also a good leader, how humorous.
It was nearing the end of the feast, when Minister Softpaws stood up and grabbed an untouched glass of wine he kept near his plate, and made his way around the table and towards The Storm King.
The King paused the chat he was having with Princess Lavender to look at what was happening.
"Your Majesty, I would like to give you this drink of our finest wine," He told him, holding the wine class from the bottom, balancing it on his paws.
The King grabbed the glass and moved it closer to his face, Minister Softpaws started to sweat as the glass inched closer.
Before it stopped as the king took a sniff of the wine.
"A peculiar smell, it doesn't seem like grape, what kind of wine is this?"
The Minister's heart almost stopped, the table was silenced as every person turned to look at what was going on, at the edges of the dining hall, the guards stationed near the walls trembled in fear as The Storm King's voice echoed around the hall.
"It- It is Pomegranate wine, your Majesty," The minister answered and his swear started to roll down his face.
"Pomegranate you say? Interesting... And what of this nutty smell? Is it pecan perhaps?" The minster wiped his swear before answering quietly.
"No, It- It is a wine of Pomegranate and almonds," And across the table, King Meowmere almost had a heart attack as he heard what was said.
"Pomegranate and Almonds? A very interesting choice, I'll look forward to drinking this, but, Minister," The Storm King turned to Softpaws and Softpaws couldn't stop the waves of seat rolling down his body.
"You look thirsty," The Storm King smiled as he looked at the Cat Minister's sweaty body and dried throat, "You must be parched after such a stressful day," And The Storm King's next words told him that his plan was doomed to fail.
"Would you like to drink this wine?"
The silence that followed that question was interrupted by a raspy chuckle from the doors to the entrance of the dining hall. Every person in the room turned their head to look at the new arrival, everybody other than The Storm King, King Meowmere, Strife, and minister Softpaws, that is.
"I'm sure this wine will do you good," The laughter grew in its intensity as the new arrival slowly made her way to one of the empty seats at the table, saved specifically for her.
It was like she was watching the best sitcom of her life.
"Your Majesty, I couldn't dare think of drinking this wine," Softpaws tried to turn down the king.
"Please," The Storm King smiled gently and moved the glass of wine closer to him, "I insist,"
"No, As I've said before, this wine is-" He was interrupted by The Storm King.
"Drink it,"
All emotion that was recently in his voice was gone, the gentle smile was replaced with a flat frown, and even the laughter of the new arrival quieted down.
"B-But I-" The Storm King once again interrupted the Minister, "I am no longer asking,"
"Drink The wine," His eyes bored into the minister who tried his hardest not to look at the emperor that sat in front of him.
"I-I mean-" "I am telling you, Minister Softpaws," The Storm king grabbed the ministers shoulder and pulled him closer to where he was sitting.
"Drink the poison,"
And with all the eyes on him, Softpaws moved his trembling hands towards the wine glass, and with a shaky hold, he drank it all.
Not a drop was spilled.
And the shaking of his body grew stronger.
The Laughter of the new arrival returned, louder than ever before.
The glass slipped from the Cat's paws as he fell to the floor, the glass shattering next to him.
And The Storm King turned to look at the King of Cats at the other side of the table, a small smile gracing his lips.
And King Meowmere gulped in terror as he spotted the small, barely noticeable spark of amusement in The Storm King's eyes.
"As I said before, No Bloodshed," He told him before turning his head to look at the laughing arrival, her usually closed eyes open to the world, showcasing the glowing golden orbs that replaced her eyes, her large and heavy shell was decorated with chains and trinkets of gold and silver.
But most importantly, around her neck sat the Orisa Eye, one of the legendary artifacts of King Twiga.
"It is good to see you in good health, Kasa," The King told her.
And the centuries-old turtle couldn't stop laughing.
At the edge of the desert surrounding half of the nation of Abyssinia, a hooded pony left a town of steam and gears, intent to continue her search of finding a way to fix her horn.
Sorry for the darker chapter, but not every episode of Overlord is humor and laughs, Sometimes Ainz needs to kill a group of adventurers.
Just because you're a good person, doesn't mean you're a good guy.
The Storm king is, without question, a bad guy, he's an Emperialist dictator who expands his land with uncontested military might.
Many of you might have ignored it for the funny or forgot about that fact because the actor playing him doesn't go out of his way to kick puppies and is actively helping the towns under him.
But he is still, at the end of the day, a villain, there are no questions about that, he's a good person, but he's also a bad guy.
Also I wonder who the hooded pony at the end is? Who could she be?
On a brighter note, this story is officially over a year old! 
Thank you all so much :)
Also, This chapter was going to be a lot darker, I was going to have the Minister refuse to drink the wine and then the storm king proceeds to smash his head into the table over and over, killing him while spraying blood everywhere, where then a guard rushes at him with a spear, who he catches and force feeds the poison wine, killing two people.
But I don't want The Storm King to directly kill anybody, that was why the minister drank the wine of his own free will.
And also I don't want to have to turn this story to the mature category and add a gore tag, that's bad for business.
Thanks for reading so far :)
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Thank you :)
Which I think is 謝謝 :)
So Tempest finally enters the picture.
Poisoning the Storm after he conquered your country an hour ago!? Come on cat you gotta do better than that.
That is literally the worst time to do that, a competent conquerer would still be alert and cautious of any offers, offered by the conquered.
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especially if the last king that tried to conquer the land failed because he drank poisoned wine.
At that point, he was basically asking to die.
Nice update.
I think you did an impressive work, and I can't wait for the next chapter to be uploaded.
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Yep
Ah, good ol' cyanide. Classic!
Although I did not expect that a puppet government would be created instead of a total takeover. Although, with these conditions, it can be considered a seizure. Let's hope the king will be a good loyal
governorkingAwesome, can’t wait for the next!
The real reason that the Storm King was tipped off about the wine...
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He saw them pouring it...
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He can be like Japan. Demilitarized so much yhat the US begging them to rearmed themselves.
Cyanide a poison that is given away by the smell of almonds. How bloody daft can ya be? If you wanted to pull this off, use a poison with no scent and no taste. This is magic pony world. There has to be a few like that out there. Also do not get somecat with such a nervous disposition to make the offer. He could probably smell the former ministers sweat from a mile away.
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The Cats don't have magic, and I don't think the royal castle would just be keeping scentless magical poison lying around in case somebody needed to be assassinated.
The Minister was working Solo, he's also a Minister, not an assassin, of course he would be nervous.
at that point I was dead convinced he would pour it down the bastard's throat if he tried to say another word.
beautiful.
Y Tempest entra al escenario.
Me pregunto si Celestia o Luna ya saben lo que está sucediendo en las otras Naciones
She seems to be enjoying this all too much. Centuries long revenge finally being achieved and whatnot.
Meowmere: F**k I hope he isn’t angry
SK: Someone tried to poison me… AWESOME
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You know you made it as a villain/king when someone tries to take your life away.
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Fascinating fact. Cyanide only smells like almonds to roughly 46% of the earths population. At least with humans you need to have a specific gene to be capable of smelling it at all. It’s the most well known fact about the poison from TV and books, and you have a less than even chance that it will actually be true for you.
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I did not know that, finally a "Fascinating fact" that was indeed "Fascinating"
I don't know about you but I thought this chapter was hilarious but I enjoy dark humor.
That was epic
ah~~ the ironic~
We have four alicorns but alas we can't fix a broken horn!
Lol he didn't drink of his own free will when blatant coercion is involved. That's still 100% being forced to do it, so it's still 100% the Storm King objectively directly killing him. :P
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The minister freely chose to be coerced lol, he could have also like, refused The Storm King or something :) Nobody was stopping him from trying to run away.
Now if he tried would he have gotten far? No. But he still had that choice that he could have freely taken. Therefore he freely drank the wine. Making it a Suicide.
The minister: oh crap, he's not as stupid as he looks! 😱