Chapter 966: Contractual Obligation

"It has to be you," Natalya whined, "you have the Warlord Class... the strongest Tactician-type Class in existence."

Tycondrius chuckled lightly in response. 

"Oh, Natalya... you would have the greatest human armies in the Realm headed by a snake?"  Surely, you see the absurdity in the notion."

Natalya lifted her head... then headbutted his solar plexus. 

Tycon attempted to stifle a grunt, turning it into an awkward exhale. 

Thankfully, Natalya did not call attention to it. 

"It'sh not what I meant," She muttered. 

"Then... what did you mean?"

"Stroke my head."

"...Sorry, I'm not following the logic."

Natalya lifted her head, meeting his eyes, "Just do it or I'll have you crucified."

"...Very well."

Facing the theoretical threat of painful execution, Tycon did as he was told.