Reincarnated as a random race, of course I got goblin.

Chapter 84 - End of the Tyrant Queen

Capital of Harmek
As Witnessed by the Divine

"So, are you all ready?" The disembodied voice of the Great Monarch asks. "About as ready as I'll ever be..." Jax thinks to himself as he involuntarily takes a look at the room he's currently in. He'd just gotten dressed, at least, so the monster currently remote-controlling his body wouldn't get to look in his dresser, though he suspects she already knows.

Yet, he senses no judgement. His greatest secret, his greatest shame, laid bare, and not even a passing comment. Jax is uncertain whether it is because she doesn't care, or because she's unaware of the social stigma attached to his particular fancy. 

"Okay, so this morning you're going to give your weekly report to the Queen, right?" The monster asks, even though she should already know the answer. 

"Yes. I am to include the fact that even though I've 'tortured' your soldiers to the fullest extent of my ability, they refuse to change their story. I'm also to report that there is soon going to be a meeting between the other nations discussing the creation of Divine Springs as a sign of goodwill on the part of the Parshuran King." Jax recites the well rehearsed response.

Already, the other Council members have been forewarned that the Queen is soon to die, as an Oracle from Yo'ud kindly prophesied in return for repaying a favor Jax had done for him. Jax's information network dwarfs even that of his closest competitor for the spot of 'best informed of the goings on', the Hand of Aurellium. 

Uncertain as to the nature of her death, they all responded differently, but overall, there's been an increase in the already strict guarding of the Queen and her surroundings, as well as the appointment of a round-the-clock tending to by Healers. Of course, the Queen herself is unaware of the prophecy, since it is feared she might become even more unhinged in her hatred for the Parshuran Kingdom if she was. 

"You're sure you'll be able to pull this off? We most likely only have this one shot at it." Jax asks the Monarch as he makes his way to the throne room after a brief breakfast. His normally carefully cultivated aura of utter calm has been shattered these last few days, but he can sense that the Monarch is influencing his mind towards this same utter calmness despite his actual state of mind. 

"I'm sure. I just need you to rile her up with the news." The Monarch calmly replies. Make the Queen upset? Towards what end? "Relax. It's not like you want me to explain in greater detail." A reminder of the deal they'd made that fateful night. He wasn't to be informed of the method of execution, per his own request. 

Pausing momentarily before the throne-room, Jax calms himself with a deep breath. Like a switch has been flicked in his mind, his normally unshakable calm comes over him again, and all nervousness evaporates. Truly, the Monarch would make a terrific commander of war if bonded to her soldiers, able to turn off their fear and turn them into ruthless killers on command. 

He quickly pushes such thoughts away, ashamed of even thinking them in his current situation. He is completely in her grasp. To think he is anything but a tool for her to use is arrogant in the extreme. 

The doors open, and a guard announces: "Spymaster Jax, standing before Her Highness to deliver the weekly report." The guards voice is off, being too loud. Of course, it is easily explained by the special helmets he and his co-workers have to wear on these occasions. The knowledge Jax shares with the Queen is between him and her, no others. 

As such, specially made helmets that cancel any incoming noise are worn. Originally a failed project aiming to make ear-protection for Hunters going after Nightcrawlers and similar monsters that rely on sound to devastate their opponents, it found use in the court of Harmek to prevent the leaking of information.