Chapter 387 – New Elysiari, New Mothers
The space was one of sinful luxury.
One would not believe it was a simple room ant for sleeping and waking until one was told so. It was enormous, vast enough to hold thousands of beings and still have space left to breathe.
It was made of the leaves and bark of ancient green trees, with mosses here and there crowned by srizing flowers of every shape and color. The power emanating from them was strong enough to make even an SSS-rank being unable to move within this place.
It was heavy. Grudgingly so.
As one could expect from sothing created by the progenitor of elves herself.
The room was decorated with a colossal bed of polished wood, a table, a shelf, a mirror, and all the useless furniture one would expect.
The scent flooding the room was that of nature and tranquility, yet the owner of this sanctuary did not do it justice.
Sitting on the edge of the bed was a golden-haired man, eyes closed, a sacrilegious beauty emanating from every pore of his being. Two elven won stood behind him — barely covered by leaf-like skirts that concealed only their private parts, the rest of their skin bare to the world — massaging his shoulders.
At his feet, two other elven won, dressed identically, were massaging them with green-tinted oil and fluffy leaves.
Their faces were filled with suppressed bliss, sohow happy to be used by the progenitor’s most cherished descendant.
The man inhaled and exhaled slowly, releasing thick streams of green smoke, savoring a pleasure he never seed to tire of. Then he opened his eyes showing ones of deep erald, gleaming like jewels, and his lips curled upward as a thought stirred within his mind.
"Aren’t you curious, Klaus?" he slurred, his voice sweeter than musk.
The won almost fainted from excitent.
Klaus, who stood by the door with his usual stern expression, was startled by the sudden question. Still, he lowered his head slightly in respect before answering:
"I am sorry, my Lord, but I do not understand your words."
"That man," Orien said swiftly, "that silver-haired man who threatened to exterminate our bloodline. Sotis I wonder... where is he?"
Klaus tilted his head. "That’s unexpected, my Lord," he remarked. "You never rembered anyone along your journey of destroying worlds."
Orien laughed, but he couldn’t deny that.
His mind worked in a strange way, or perhaps it was simply arrogance.
He never rembered anyone in his life. There were only the progenitor, his father, and Klaus...the only nas and faces he could recall. He had even forgotten he had a mother.
But that one, perhaps, could be forgiven, after all, he had only seen her twice in his millions of years of existence.
So why that man? The man whose na he still rembered.
Noah Vaelgrim, he called himself.
Orien shrugged dismissively at Klaus’s question, then took the hand of one of the girls behind him and licked her fingers. The girl muffled a moan.
Then, "It’s indeed strange to , too," he said. "But I particularly rember not only him, but also all the won around him."
His smile crept upward, and he gathered the girls around him, making them bend to kiss his feet.
Klaus said nothing. Clearly, this was not a new thing.
"Those girls were sohow special. I felt sothing different in them," Orien continued. "So sotis I couldn’t help but think of them and by extension, Noah Vaelgrim, who seed to be their man."
He laughed.
Klaus, at that point, knew exactly what his lord expected. Lowering his head, he asked, "Do you wish to find them, my lord?"
Orien’s smile widened. "Do you have a way?" he intoned like a whisper, as if afraid soone might overhear.
Klaus shook his head slightly, finding his lord childish, after all, he was the one who had taught him this. Still, he replied, "Yes, my Lord. I have pieces of the destroyed world he ca from. If we use them, we can track the inhabitants of that world, and more easily find those who were significant within it."
Orien nodded, his green eyes sliding to the four stunning won at his feet. "But we can’t let anyone know, can we?" he whispered, as if speaking to Klaus alone, though the girls heard him perfectly.
They froze at his voice. chanically they nodded, swearing an oath to say nothing. They would have spoken if they could, but Orien did not like toys that talk.
They were toys.
And Orien had millions of them, by the influence of his family and the backing of the Progenitor.
So without hesitation he leaned his head forward until he was inches from their faces. "I am sorry, beautiful ladies," he smiled, "but death is a must after you have heard these words of mine."
They stayed silent.
"But as death, let give you one blissful final night. Co, let us pass it together, as you slip away to the spirit realm."
Despite the sentence of death, the girls’ eyes widened with happiness, and without hesitation they threw themselves on him, their bodies already bare.
Orien only had ti to order Klaus one last thing before he was consud by the lust around him:
"Find them fast, Klaus, if they are still alive, that is. Which I believe they are."
"Now do proud, and tell the Head Servant to bring new toys. These ones are—!"
He did not finish, the girls could no longer wait.
Klaus simply nodded and left the room, from which shrieks and moans soon echoed.
His face never changed, his mind was clear on its goal.
"Ti to catch so rats," he murmured.
...
anwhile, in Laeh, the past days went by swiftly.
After officially taking Emmie into his harem, Noah formalized his relationships with Noelle, Lucie, Solaris, and even sohow Lea of Thorn, now known as Lea Thorn Vaelgrim.
Each of them had been transford into Elysiari, now standing on equal ground as his wives.
Noelle beca the Elysiari of Void, her silver hair flowing to her ankles and her red-black eyes glowing like twin abysses. The very space surrounding Laeh was now under her command.
Lucie beca the Elysiari of Crow, in honor of her talent. Her silver hair was cut short, brushing her ears, her eyes resembling layered feathers of a thousand crows.
Lea beca the Elysiari of Obedience, as it was what she had begged to be for Noah. The woman was truly like a dog, unable to leave his side for even a single second.
She had now gained the ability to transform into a dog and together with Neko, the sight of them was truly one to behold.
Solaris beca the Elysiari of Faith, an honor worthy of her title as Noah’s only Saintess, a position none should ever take lightly. How special must one be to hold the title Saintess of the Blaspher?
Solaris hadn’t understood her importance before, but now she did. Her power granted her absolute control over the terrifying and sacred concept of faith itself.
She had beco utterly fearso.
Emmie, anwhile, beca the Elysiari of Gold. A simple aspect, one might think, yet all the gold between heaven and earth now belonged to her. Every piece of gold could serve as her eyes, her senses, her will. Her body itself was forged of gold, though none would know unless they tried to cut her skin.
She could be anywhere gold existed.
Her silver hair flowed elegantly down her shoulders, her deep brown eyes carried a soft hue of gold, and she had developed the habit of wearing glasses...a look that suited her beautifully.
The family had grown larger, and Premier and Foxy found themselves both delighted and troubled by the sudden abundance of new mothers, so even younger than they were. Yet they had no choice but to adapt.
Emmie had already captured their hearts. She was lively and extroverted, always approaching them with ideas for gas and activities to bond over.
She also cooked for them, introducing flavors and dishes never before seen in Laeh.
In no ti, she beca their favorite mother, of course, after Selene, and for Premier, after Selene and Shadeva.
Since that day, Laeh had been flooded with gold, making its people wealthier than ever. Crows filled the skies, watching and listening to the world’s woes.
Faith among the population burned with a brighter hue, their trust and confidence in the Absolute Deity deepening ever more, strengthening both Noah’s power and that of his wives.
During those days, Noah made sure to give each of his new wives their ti alone, forging deeper bonds with every one of them.
To call it bliss would be an understatent. Each encounter carried its own sensation, its own emotion.
He liked Emmie very much.
One might say he played favorites.
One would be wrong.
Though no one could deny that Emmie with her ’doing everything to please Noah’ mindset quickly beca beloved by all the won. For to please Noah ant also to cherish her sisters and his children.
And with her Earth-born mindset, she knew better than anyone how to socialize.
Just like that, ti passed in a hazy blur, and Noah found himself in his training room, with Lea and Neko, in their respective dog and cat forms, resting on his lap.
They were glaring at each other, Neko letting out a low snarl every now and then, while Lea responded with her own growl.
At this point, Noah was used to it, so he simply let them be. As long as they didn’t fight on him, he didn’t mind.
He was about to enter seclusion for the creation of his own power system and planned to assign each of his wives a world to conquer and beco a World Dominator while waiting for him. But at that mont, a faint ripple of danger brushed against his senses.
Oh, danger was a big word. It was simply... an annoyance.
And this ti, his power was strong enough to know exactly where it ca from.
"Worldborn," Noah mused, hand on his chin in a pensive manner. Then, with a widening smile...
"Klaus Worldborn," he clarified.
It wasn’t their ti yet. But why not?
Let’s et an old friend first.
—End of Chapter 387—
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