Maro was asleep in his room, ironically only the High Priestesses could tend to him…
Having survived the toughest battle of his two lives… he was feeling great… apparently he slept for 3 days straight
Maro woke up to their apologies, pleading for his forgiveness, they would never challenge him like that again.
The power was back in his hands, HA HA ....... He cut his internal laugh short… he recruited the Elite Amazon warriors as his elite guard mainly to keep the Priestesses at bay… and now he didn't need to anymore… fuck… oh well.. This was a future Maro problem.
The Ladies were all crying, saying they would do anything… what idiots… didn't they know by now that Maro was a huge degenerate… you shouldn't tell someone like Maro that you would do anything, especially if you were a beautiful woman… he would push 'anything' to the maximum.
The most evil entity to ever exist in any universe couldn't pull off such a heinous smile. Still laying in bed, his penis turned gold and glowing through the covers… "whoever can last the longest, will have my forgiveness… the other three will continue to work for it."
Maro never had such fun… they tried their best to stay on top, but the holy energy was frying their nerves and touching their soul directly… In the end, they all passed out and no one had won. Their turn to sleep for a couple days.
The King and Prophet would keep up this torture for as long as possible hehehe.
He put the women in their giant bed and got dressed in his Royal white armour with the gold trim, he strapped on his Great Maul and Shield. No more fucking around, he thought. He also went around and got Kadrin's stuff and Gnarlos gear as well.
After the Miracle, Maro had to fly around… any public space he went to would be swarmed… people believed touching his penis was akin to a miracle… he didn't want to be sexually harassed everywhere he went, but be careful what you wish for… you become a sex god, you can't be pissed if people worship you like a sex god.
In a temporary and sober moment of clarity, Maro's leadership skills and ability to strategize were shown off.
Maro went to hold council with only the officials and bureaucrats, it was enshrined into law that the Prophet King had final say anyways.
He ordered even more laborers down into the tunnels, they needed to be faster, he signed off on establishing primary schools for children, a military academy, a magic academy, an engineering academy and he signed off on a hospital.
He established a Forgemasters guild for the Dwarves, and issued orders to them to start producing on mass for their personal armoury and to export for trade as well. He also established a Brewmasters guild to control the quality and quantity of Beer and Whiskey produced…
He also marked off a large plot of land within the boundary of the wall to establish the single largest vineyard in the continent.
He signed off on a trade guild to handle imports and exports, he issued a bounty to the Adventurers guild… A copper per goblin head, A silver for an Orc head and One gold for a Beastman head… he wanted heads specifically… he wanted to decorate his big new wall.
He ordered the officials to organize themselves and to split off what they could to provide capacity to Last Bastion once the tunnels were open… he also ordered them to start pushing migrants through the tunnel to Last Bastion as soon as it was open.
And then one of the officials made the mistake of filling up Maro's cup with wine… all it took was a sip.
He decreed that every Saturday, all alcohol would be sold for half price in honour and appreciation of alcohol.
One day per month, instead of a public court session, he would allow female citizens to receive blessings from him while in the nude…
Public works… he ordered the officials to build fountains and statues… highly erotic female statues… they would hold a beauty contest for each race to decide which models to use as inspiration… The council of judges would be the Triumvirate.
And one last thing… he ordered massive statues to be built right outside of the fortress. One of him in his beautiful armour and holy wings… One of Kadrin and his Blood red armour and the last one of Gnarlo covered in gold while riding a Troll
By the time he got to the last order he was definitely more than tipsy… he notified them he would go back to inform Kadrin and Gnarlo soon… and then he dismissed everyone.
The decisions he made today would be the foundation for the new kingdom… the official who poured Maro wine was severely beaten by his co-workers.