"Can you tell your bodyguards to excuse us for a mont?" I asked the high elf Queen.
"Oh." She puckered her lips, then turned to them. "You guys should give us so space."
"Okay, your majesty." The guards obeyed and walked off, stopping at a far distance while still staying alert.
"So… Mr. B-Ben, right?"
"Yes," I replied.
"What do you want to request?" the elf Queen asked.
"Well… I noticed you don't seem confident in your capability as a queen, and that's one of the reasons you handed all the war roles to Queen Myra. However, if sothing similar ever happens—like a conflict with soone, even a Dragon Lord, you can reach out to ."
"Really?! B-But you still haven't told your request!" the high elf Queen said eagerly, anticipation sparkling in her eyes.
Fufufu…
"Okay. My request is simple, your majesty. You're a beautiful woman, and a beautiful woman deserves a great man. That's why I want you to go out with , your majesty. And not only that, I also want you to carry my child," I said with a bright, confident smile.
The high elf Queen's eyes widened, her mouth parted in disbelief as she looked around frantically to make sure no one heard, her cheeks burning red.
"H-How could you say that?! I–I have a husband!" she whispered harshly, though her expression stayed frozen in shock.
I stayed composed.
"Well, I know you have a husband, but if you accept my offer, you would beco my woman and no longer his. I'll give you so ti to think about it, your majesty," I said with a bow before walking away, leaving her stunned.
As I walked away, I could still feel the high elf Queen's eyes burning into my back—wide, stunned, and trembling with all the confusion I wanted her to feel. Good. My plan was already set in motion. Dropping that request on a whim was enough to disorient her, and considering her quiet jealousy toward Myra, who also married a powerful vampire, Nada would definitely want to jump on the sa wagon sooner or later. As the saying goes, powerful n attract won, and won's logic is a bit warped in that regard. But if one actually studies their physiology and all the subtle cues that define their need for security, admiration, and dominance, then predicting almost every woman across every race becos easy. Nada wasn't any different. I just needed her to text with the private number I had provided earlier. Once she did that, the rest would follow naturally.
I continued walking until I reached another open area for to resu smoking comfortably. I leaned against a railing and flicked open my lighter. The fla caught, and I took a long drag.
A soft tap landed on my shoulder.
It's Myra.
She moved like a shadow even when she wasn't trying to hide, her long dark hair blending perfectly with her obsidian-thed royal attire. She tilted her head slightly, her eyes narrowing with suspicion.
"What were you talking about with Nada?" she asked quietly, her arms crossed.
"Nada? So that's her actual na?" I asked, feigning mild surprise.
"Yes," Myra replied, her voice sharpening. "Don't pretend you didn't know. Now answer the question."
"We were talking about the vampire planet," I replied smoothly.
She blinked. "The vampire planet?"
"Yes."
She kept staring at , her face tightening with a frown. "Are you sure you're telling the truth?"
"I am," I said with complete calm.
Myra stepped closer, bringing her face right up to mine, inspecting like she could read my mind. Then she clicked her tongue.
"You're up to sothing," she said firmly. "I don't know what it is yet, but I can feel it. It's crawling off you like so kind of warning scent." She jabbed my chest with her finger. "Pervert."
I raised an eyebrow. "Pervert?"
"Yes. Pervert." She turned around with exaggerated annoyance and started walking away. "Don't make catch you doing sothing stupid."
I couldn't help but laugh at her behavior as I continued smoking my cigarette. Myra always pretended to be serious and cold, but I had already learned how soft she actually was behind all that dark-elf pride.
Before long, our ship descended through the cloud barrier surrounding the Dark Elf Kingdom. The dense, shimring mana field parted as our vessel entered, revealing the sprawling neon-lit architecture of the capital. Unlike the high elves, who relied on elegance and nature, the dark elves embraced a sleek, modern style—obsidian towers, crystalline lanterns, and runes swirling in the air like floating constellations.
The ship stopped above the palace, and another hoverboard, massive, detached itself from the docking runway and drifted toward us. We stepped onto it, and it gently lowered us down to the palace courtyard with a smooth hum.
The mont I walked into the palace hall, nostalgia washed over like a strong wave. mories from the Magnus incident flashed in my mind, especially the chaotic nights I had spent running through these sa halls. It felt strangely comforting to be back.
A small banquet had already been prepared—Myra must have ordered it before we even arrived. The hall had been lit up with dim violet lights that reflected off the polished black floors, giving the entire place an alluring, almost seductive glow. The tables were arranged in crescent formations, all decorated with crystalline plates, floating candle orbs, and exotic fruits.
But what caught everyone's eye were the dark elf dancers.
They were dressed in revealing, shimring outfits—well, if only you could even call them outfits: thin straps of silk wrapped around their bodies, leaving their hips and thighs bare. Their skin glowed faintly under the enchanted lights as they moved, their soft asses bouncing in hypnotic rhythm. The music was a mixture of deep drums, echoing flutes, and the hum of instrunts unique to dark elf culture. Their dance was sensual, fluid, and dangerously captivating.
We sat on an elevated platform overlooking the hall. Myra took her place on her dark crystal throne. Another identical throne sat beside her, empty for now. In between Myra and Nada was yet another throne—sleek, elegant, and fitting for a high elf guest of honor. Nada settled onto it gracefully, though she looked tense and unusually stiff.
As for , I wasn't on any throne. I sat with the other officials in a row, positioned several feet away from the three central seats. I didn't mind. The angle gave a perfect view of the dancers.
I leaned back, watching the soft sway of their hips and the srizing jiggle of their asses as they perford. Their movents were sharp yet seductive, almost like a ritual ant to lure the viewer into a trance. I sipped the rum served to us. It was strong, burning, and intoxicating. The kind of drink that made your chest warm instantly.
Hours passed—four of them, to be exact and the banquet gradually ca to an end. The dancers retired, the instrunts faded out, and the guests began to leave one by one. By then, I had finished more cups of rum than I cared to count.
It was finally ti for Queen Nada to depart.
As she stood and exchanged final bows with Myra, I noticed it imdiately, a quick glance. Then another. And another. She would peek at , then imdiately whip her head away the mont I turned even slightly in her direction. The guilt on her face was almost adorable.
I smiled to myself.
Everything was going exactly how I wanted.
Once the last of the guests had left and the palace hall had emptied, I made my way back toward the main royal chambers. Myra had retreated earlier, and I figured she would be waiting.
I pushed open the familiar doors and stepped inside her room. The interior was illuminated by soft crystal lanterns that glowed like suspended moons, casting a gentle shade over everything. The air slled faintly of dark roses and nocturnal herbs.
Myra was sitting on the bed.
Her posture was relaxed, though her eyes flickered with a mixture of curiosity and restrained irritation—typical angry Myra. Her long dark hair tumbled down her back in loose waves, and even though she wasn't wearing her royal attire anymore, she still radiated the sa intimidating presence she always had.
I stepped further into the room and closed the door behind .
Whatever ca next, I already knew Myra was going to confront .
And I was ready for it.
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