The trip back ho was without incidents. There was no way it wouldn't be, because I shifted into the ethereal world and traveled there. At the speed of "thought", or sothing like that. I made it back in a fourth of the ti it took to reach the trench.
I had no interest in eting anything along the way. I couldn't level up and my only prospects were to whittle down and whither into nothingness as I lost a level a month. I should still be glad. I was living on borrowed ti. By all ans, I should've died there along with the God. Carcinodon would still roam the trench.
But I had hope. Maybe I could ga the System and escape my predicant. I an, there was one easy way out, I just needed to die and reincarnate. But I thought Arista had so many to live, so much to achieve. I didn't want to die although I was willing to give up my life to avenge Rosalinda.
My island and reef shone in the ethereal world. Made of magic, sustained by magic and enchanted to the nines, the island seed to be made of light. it was a beautiful sight. The reef as well had its own presence. I shifted back into the real world and swam my way back.
I wished nothing more than to laze for a couple days but I needed to see my mother first. I found Queen Eathelin in the cavern, talking to the Heralds.
"Ah, the [God Slayer] returns. With another one of us as a trophy for her grim collection!" Kraken criticized as I ca into sight.
"That one was long due, sister," Leviathan rebutted. "Nurha-Boenir was a sadistic degenerate, no better than the monsters that paid him homage."
Mom looked at with a pained face, "Daughter, what have you done?"
I swam next to the two demigods and the rmaid [Queen]. "Mother, my Queen. I have returned."
Once none of them spoke again, I conjured an illusion of the village of Tambrillia, "This is Tambrillia, part of the Kingdom of Pekothas many ages ago. There a peasant woman by the na of Rosalinda gave birth to a girl with one arm. The child was called Lily. The father, I don't know of, but from what I gathered, he died in the war. Destitute and weakened by childbirth, Rosalinda had to rely on the village's crones.
"One fateful day, a priest of Bundeus visited the village and was brought to her hovel to check the child for any disease. Once he attempted to use Holy magic on her, the magic was absorbed. Furious and eager to rid Yznarian of the intruder, Bundeus smote the whole village."
Eathelin flinched. I kept going.
"Rosalinda survived because she was hugging the child. That child was . Once in a previous life, ages ago, I was the one-ard Lily. Divine magic didn't and never will work next to , for weal or woe."
I clenched my fists and ground my teeth.
"The whole pantheon ca to see and debate on what to do with the child. Bundeus and his cronies didn't wait for the debate to finish. The forr God of Monsters summoned a cockatrice. The mother was turned to stone holding the child in her arms. She was innocent."
I broke into tears. Eathelin hugged and I sensed more life than I expected. Expecting was the right word.
"I can't believe you killed a God," She mumbled.
"Two to be precise," The squid-demigoddess snarked.
"And not so demigods like sister and I. Bundeus was a major deity and Nurha-Boenir an interdiate one," Waving his draconic head, Leviathan corrected his sister. "But they deserved it. They sought her and harassed the person that is now your daughter at every corner throughout several lifetis, Queen Eathelin."
"She caused a schism in the Pantheon!" Kraken hissed.
Leviathan turned to face his sister. "And on what side do we stand, sister?"
Tentacles squird in the alcove. "Begrudgingly and because our mother ordered, on the winning one."
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I lifted my head from my mother's bosom and stared at the mollusk demigoddess, intend into setting my taphorical foot down. I didn't have one.
"You too call 'Anomaly' behind my back, don't you? Let state it here, and let it be known by you and all deities and creatures of this world. I had little choice but to co to this world under my patron's terms. I won't na him here for reasons you understand very well, demigods. The other choice was oblivion. I didn't co here to conquer, cause a schism, or make your lives difficult. All grudges you have with are your own fault for not leaving alone. There are a thousand argunts I could throw at you, but I won't. Use your own wits."
Then I turned back to face the rmaid [Queen]. "Mom, you are pregnant," I gushed.
She let go of and backed off. "Am I?"
"I can sense sentient life next to . Although the child has no soul yet, it is nonetheless alive. In fact..."
I focused my senses and let them reach out. Most of the rmaids in the cavern had calves or fries in their bellies.
"Congratulations are in order, Your Majesty," Kraken interrupted our mont.
Like wildfire, the rumor the Queen was pregnant with a baby princess spread over all the lagoon and reef.
"Mom, I'm tired. I'm going to the surface above us and rest for a few days. When I return, we must discuss releasing our prisoners. With how many gravid rmaids we have, we can't risk having the others knocked up too. When all these calves and fries are born, we will need to redouble our food production."
She kissed my head, "Go, daughter. Your power will be necessary to move the prisoners back to the continent."
I was tired and didn't want to et anyone so I skulked around until I reached the island. Shapeshifting into Silverstreak's form, I walked to the middle of the forest and went to sleep on so king-size bed from my item box. Probably so real King's bed. Truly, I only needed to sleep for less than ten minutes per day to get as much rest as a normal person got for eight hours, but who never overslept in bed? I spent two days there, sleeping and cuddling Nenandil.
When I woke up the second day, the bed was crowded with fairies. They cut and propped the comforter and sheets with sticks and created a shanty town.
"Aww stupid! You woke up the princesses!" A pixie scolded and slapped the spriggan next to him when we woke up.
"Not ! You did it!" The spriggan fought back.
"Yeah, but now they're awake! We don't need to be quiet anymore!" A sylph with butterfly wings cheered and zipped around.
All hell broke loose. As I shook my torpor and looked around, there were bird nests in the bed posters. The gold filigree was scraped and used as decoration in so of the nests. The bed was ruined. I could only sit and laugh.
"Alright, you rascals!" I shouted after my laugh tank emptied. "Court is in session! Petitioners, line up! If you want to live in Mattress City, you must pay taxes! Five pure dewdrops per year!"
"Revolution!" So smartass pixie shouted from the bed's end. "That's absurd! Five dewdrops are too much!"
The peanut gallery went wild. Nenandil shot a shower of snow around the bed. "SILENCE! The next fairy to speak will get a frozen pussy!"
The first pixie rose his hand. After getting permission to speak from my familiar, he stated, "I don't have a pussy, milady."
Nenandil's smile went feral. "Then I'll carve you one, then freeze it. Any further questions?"
Nobody moved.
"Your [Princess] speaks!" I shouted. "In place of the first year taxes, you fairies are to enchant this bed, mattress, and bedding so it never rots or spoils. Then I'll expand. Of course, a single bed is not enough for all of us. I vow that during my reign every fairy in this island shall have a place on a solid human-built bed."
The fairies cheered.
Yes, it might look stupid for a human, but we were fairies.
We shaped the trees out of the way and I put another three beds next to the main one. Then on a whim, I placed one of the urchin spikes next to the King's bed. The fairies went all "ooh" and "ahh".
"I'll carve this trophy from a mighty monster, and live in this ivory tower!" I declared. "The next noble fairy can have my old sleeping spot."
"A tournant! We should decide everything with a tournant!" The revolutionary pixie suggested.
They talked in hushed voices for a while.
"So shall it be!" Nenandil decided. "We will hold a bardic tournant! The fairies with the best songs shall take spots closer to the [Princess]'s ivory tower!"
"Who is going to be the judges?" Soone shouted.
I scratched my chin. "Hey, Nenandil, they did ask to summon them once we were on the island, didn't they?" A hard-working fairy's rule number one: When burdened, dump the responsibility on soone else.
[ Summon Godmothers]
This ti all five ca. At the sight of the five elental elders, the fairies went full-on fangirl mode. After a very convoluted et-and-greet and several failed attempts at explaining what was going on, they agreed to host the tournant.
"We owe you for killing that abomination. But are you sure you want this as your favor?" Doris asked at the end. "We spent so ti thinking of blessings to bestow you two."
"I'm sure of it," I nodded. "You can always give so task or quest to justify the blessings. But right now, I want to create quests for these fairies so they compete in the bardic tournant and level up."
I could give Exp directly to my subjects through the [Grandmaster] Perk from [Royal Order]. And since I knew I had several trillion in the bank which I'd probably never touch, why not level up these fairies? They would be necessary to defend the island.
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