It was all too boring.
With just the Mo Family behind Mo Seris, there were few women from lower families who would have the courage to refuse him. He could take wives from their husbands without even using force. The words 'Mo Family' would suffice.
It would be so easy that he could never deign to do so. Where was the pleasure from dominating such a pitiful person? His eyes were set far higher.
Extraordinary beauty. Exquisite poise. Terrifying background. An immortal fate that defied the heavens. There needed to be some exceptional quality to arouse his interest. The woman needed to have some pride. It was the only way that he could feel a challenge.
Seeing all the townspeople bustling around happily caused a sudden impulse to run through Mo Seris's mind. He did not second-guess it or hesitate in any way, instantly acting on the whim.
"Mo Jori," he called to the servant in the box. "Clear them out."
It was said that servants took after their masters. In the case of Mo Jori, it was certainly the case.
A narrow-minded, bearded man with small eyes, he often adopted the affectations and moods of Mo Seris. Hearing his master call out to him, he instantly understood the command.
He nodded fiercely, his small eyes glinting. "Yes, Master."
Born in poor circumstances in the Mo Family, his position and status had been elevated greatly by Mo Seris. Remembering the experiences of his childhood, he relished the opportunities to make use of his power, especially when he had the blessing of his master.
Holding the reins firmly in his hands, he scanned the crowd of townspeople, before bellowing fiercely, "Move aside!"
Those who were closest to the carriage were the first to run, scampering off of the street, beside the shopfronts. They pushed and pulled, as they tried to make sure they were making as much room as possible for the carriage. Some of the stalls were knocked over in their haste. Merchandise was thrown over the ground, where it was trampled, but the stall owners did not dare make a sound.
Nobody wanted to make enemies with the person from the Mo Family.
As this chaos occurred everywhere within earshot of the carriage, like a wave traveling forward, the people ahead of it picked up on the agitated state of the crowd and assumed the worst. They quickly followed the example of those behind them, clearing the streets and standing to the side without knowing what was happening.
Even those who were nearby could not tell who was in the carriage, but they all felt a natural fear that came from the two-headed wolf.
Looking through the carriage window, Mo Seris saw the expressions of the scrambling townspeople. The mixture of uncertainty and awe in their eyes gave him a rare thrill. To have multitudes of people who were willing to debase themselves at his word, what a wonderful feeling it was.
Everyone was pressed to the edges of the shopfronts, leaving the streets deserted. It gave off a sudden emptiness belied the exuberance that had just been on display.
The carriage continued along its way, racing along without encountering any resistance.
Behind it, the townspeople slowly moved back into position. Unexpectedly, the atmosphere was not subdued in the wake of what had just happened, but even more agitated than before.
Instead of brooding over feelings of inferiority, many were ecstatic. They thought that they had just experienced an 'event,' and were eager to gossip about it.
Whispers of 'who was in that carriage' passed over the crowd, with speculation rampant.
Everyone acknowledged that it was some important Mo person, at the very least. Lower members of the family would not be allowed to flaunt the Mo emblem, nor would they feel comfortable doing so, lest a report of the incident make its way back to the family.