Nadora's face was drained of all color. With no way out, she became the first to sign the servant contract.
Seeing the daughter of the Spirit King yield, the other royal-blooded consorts no longer dared to resist the might of the Godslayer guild. Every last one of them was swiftly recruited as "Forever City Performing Arts Troupe" members under Orson's command.
Orson found it all amusing. A sheltered girl like Nadora was easy to read—he knew this was just temporary submission. Deep inside, she was praying for Forever City to fall, for Orson to die, so she could regain her freedom.
This so-called surrender was nothing but a façade.
"From now on, you're no longer imperial consorts," Orson announced, "You are…"
"Idol trainees," Dancing Giant Boobs interrupted with a playful smirk, clearly impressed by someone's ridiculous imagination.
Nadora, Katherine, and the others looked utterly confused. Dancing Giant Boobs patiently explained what it meant.
