Arriving at Faerielight left utterly bewildered as I beheld a scene that seed like a cruel distortion of what the city once was.
The city, once vibrant, lively, and brimming with a natural, welcoming atmosphere, had been replaced by a sight that was almost beyond belief.
The once-green surroundings, reminiscent of a forest paradise, had vanished. Instead, black miasma oozed from the ground, and the trees that once held life now stood as re skeletons, stripped of their forr vitality.
This sacred land of the elves had undergone a transformation that was both shocking and disheartening.
The air carried a heavy weight of darkness, a stark contrast to the once-refreshing breeze that whispered through the leaves. It was as if the very essence of nature had been corrupted, replaced by an ominous force that seed to taint everything it touched.
In the midst of this desolation, the only source of life clung desperately to the colossal world tree in the distance.
Even this majestic entity, a symbol of life and continuity, appeared to be struggling against the encroaching darkness, its vitality slowly withering away.
As we strolled through the desolate streets, Elaniel clung to , holding my hand and pressing her ample breasts against my shoulder. Though her affectionate gestures usually wouldn't go unnoticed, my attention was completely absorbed by the shocking scenes around us.
The once-charming houses now stood in ruins, a stark contrast to the lively streets that had once been filled with elven activity. Lifeless bodies lay scattered at random intervals, and demonic creatures resembling dogs feasted on the remains, their slow consumption a grim reminder of the city's fall.
Passing demons bowed their heads in deference as they observed us heading toward the castle, an indication that Elaniel held dominion over them and this corrupted city.
"So, all the elves here were either devoured or possessed?" I queried.
"Yes, Father," Elaniel replied with a sinister delight. "It took so ti, but after I decided to summon those beings behind us, conquering this city beca quite easy. Everything and everyone in this entire city is mine now"
"Well, except for the people you personally blessed, Father. I didn't harm them... well, with the exception of the queen, that is. But don't worry, Father; she's still inside . Hehe. You don't mind, right?" she asked with feigned innocence.
'Seriously, why is she asking that? When did I ever bless anyone here? What does she an, except for the queen? Did she kill her? Is that why she has her form now? I can't believe this is the sa monstrous beast I fought not too long ago. No, she... he? She is truly different from what I rembered, and now she's even taking the form of Elaniel.'
"I don't mind," I replied to her, attempting to brush off what she had done. A part of harbored the desire to end her, yet as I observed her treating that demon with indifference earlier, even with my sister's authority at hand, I doubted my ability to defeat her.
Moreover, she bore no animosity toward . The only emotion I sensed from her was an overwhelming, unfiltered love. The situation was perplexing, and my conflicted feelings left unsure of how to navigate this strange and disturbing encounter.
"Are Elowyn and Iselia alive?" I inquired, suddenly reminded of the elf princesses.
"Like I've told you, Father, I didn't kill anyone you blessed."
'So, they are the ones I've blessed? Since when? She keeps saying bless, but I don't rember doing any of that to them. I guess I better ask her later.'
"I've actually got a big surprise for you later in my room~ hehe," she declared seductively.
"What do you an?"
"Like I said, it's a surprise. Let's not ruin the fun, okay~" she whispered in my ear, leaving both intrigued and unsettled about what awaited in her room.
As she whispered, my body was slightly affected by the seductive scent emanating from her.
'Is she doing this on purpose?'
I wondered. Regardless, I continued to walk down the streets, trying to distract myself from her blatant seductive asures and scanning the surroundings.
It didn't take long for my attention to be drawn to a series of hill-sized piles of corpses near the city hall. There were not just one or two, but seven hills made entirely of corpses.
The scene was grueso, featuring a mix of elves, monsters, beasts, and even so unfortunate children. It beca evident that this Woman had spared no one, leaving a trail of death and destruction throughout the city.
I looked down below the hill of corpses and noticed a black magic circle made of blood, imdiately recognizing it.
"So that's where you summon the demons?" I asked the clingy Elaniel on my side.
"Yes... I use the corpses of those I've killed or the beings my demons kill as summoning material to bind the demons into this world. As high-ranking demons are mostly spiritual in nature, I even preserved so good bodies for them," she said, pointing at the line of elves bound in chains walking towards the plaza. It was a pitiful sight; none of them seed to have any will to live. Their deadpan eyes and almost skeletal bodies spoke volus about the loss of their forr beauty and grace. Elaniel had kept them alive only enough for the next summoning ritual.
"Those guys are the next batch. I really hope a high-ranking one cos out as I recently demoted that useless guy back there. Though it's quite annoying that they keep using my mana for the ritual to manifest
into this world when, aside from the guys following us right now, most of them are utterly useless low-ranking demons" she said disappointingly, and so demons in the distance shivered slightly.
'So, all the demons here right now were summoned by her? Just how much mana does she have to be able to shrug off this many demon summonings? From what my mana sense could feel in the surroundings, there were approximately hundreds of demons here right now. And that was in our area alone. She's gotten way stronger than what I rembered.
'She does have an adaptation ability but still, did her body adapt to accommodate the number of demons she has summoned? Isn't that adaptation ability too OP?'
…..
As we entered the castle, not much had changed from the last ti I visited. It was a perplexing sight, considering the wasteland outside resembled the domain of a demon king, filled with darkness. In contrast, the castle's interior retained the vibrant and lively atmosphere of the Faerielight I rembered.
Noticing my confusion, Elaniel offered an explanation, "I didn't want to traumatize the child you blessed. She's the only one who doesn't know what happened"
Did she an Iselia? How considerate of her to keep the child locked away, shielding her from the demonic landscape outside. I nodded, attempting to act as naturally as possible.
Almost all the pieces were falling into place now. I knew why demons were here, and my quest and mission tab in the system indicated that I had failed my mission.
Now, I just needed to find out what happened to Elowyn for everything to co together. Elaniel had ntioned that she didn't kill her, so I was hopeful of getting so answers.
I remained indifferent to the fate of the elves in this particular matter, considering the inevitability of their downfall. The novels I had read hinted at Elowyn, the elven princess, orchestrating the destruction of this sacred place, summoning demons and sacrificing her own people. However, the circumstances had shifted, with Kaksan surviving and Elaniel taking control of the situation.
While the situation played into my hands, offering a bountiful supply of demons for my quest to exterminate a hundred of them, if I ask Elaniel she'll probably order them to die for .
I wanted to hear Elowyn's perspective. I refrained from asking Elaniel about Elowyn's involvent in the demonic ritual, as I wanted an unbiased account directly from Elowyn herself.
I intended to form my own judgnt based on her narrative before allowing Elaniel's influence to color my decisions. In the midst of the demonic chaos, I hoped to uncover the truth and understand the motivations behind this tragic turn of events.
As ralda embraced tightly, expressing her concern and blowing away Elaniel with a sudden gust of wind, I couldn't help but feel a sense of reassurance from her presence. While I caressed her cheek, ralda, with a mix of worry and fear, pointed towards Elaniel, who casually removed the small specks of dust from her alluring black dress, her movents causing a deliberate sway of her ample bosom.
'She's definitely doing this on purpose,' I thought to myself, my annoyance growing. Despite Elaniel's seductive antics, I reassured ralda, urging her not to worry about Elaniel's safety. As I continued to embrace ralda, seeking comfort in her presence, I addressed Elaniel directly.
"She's safe, right?" I asked, my tone carrying a mixture of authority and expectation.
"…. Yes father" Elaniel responded with a smile but what's with the pause? acknowledging her safety while casting a subtle glance of animosity towards ralda. The tension between the two was palpable, leaving to navigate this delicate situation with care.
"Father?" ralda's voice carried a note of confusion as she sought clarity regarding Elaniel's unexpected address. Honestly, the aning behind that term remained elusive to as well. However, what was clear in the mont was that Elaniel showed no signs of hostility. Given this fragile peace and my lack of viable ans to defeat her, maintaining the status quo seed the prudent choice.
The Sword of Light might pose a threat, and my sister's authority could potentially be effective if unleashed at full force. Yet, with Elaniel's formidable adaptation ability in play, any recklessness on my part could jeopardize not only my fate but the fate of this world. Thus, I chose caution, unwilling to entertain even a one percent risk that could lead to our undoing.
"I'll explain later," I assured ralda, though her confusion lingered. The weight of what had happened to her brother rested on my shoulders, a conversation we needed to have when the ti was right. With a heavy sigh, we proceeded deeper into the castle's halls, the atmosphere thick with uncertainty.
Walking alongside were the two striking figures, each clasping one of my hands. Their beauty, however, was overshadowed by the palpable animosity that crackled between them. It was a silent yet intense rivalry that added an unspoken layer of tension to our journey.
As we reached the grand throne room, a familiar sight unfolded before . It was just as I rembered, with one noticeable difference—the place appeared slightly brighter and cleaner than in my previous visit. The additional effort put into maintaining cleanliness here struck as peculiar, raising questions about the changes that had transpired since the last ti I was here.
"How do you like my gift, Father?" Elaniel inquired, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she gestured towards the throne. I regarded her with perplexity, uncertain of the nature of this peculiar gift.
"Hehe, everything that belongs to essentially belongs to you, Father. The elves, the demons, this kingdom, and also —everything is yours." With a subtle burst of energy, she gently pushed ralda away, drawing closer to herself. Her ample bosom pressed against my chest, and she cast a seductive gaze in my direction. "So, how do you like it?"
Caught off guard by her provocative deanor, I struggled to find words. The situation was far from ordinary, and the weight of her claim left speechless.
I turned my gaze toward the throne, but a sense of detachnt washed over . Despite Elaniel's grandiose offer, I found no temptation to claim dominion over the elves, demons, or the kingdom.
The allure of power and possession didn't resonate with . Just as I was about to express my indifference, my sister's telepathic ssage intruded upon my thoughts.
"Say yes," she urged through our telepathic link.
"What do you an, sis?" I questioned.
"It's the perfect place for the others, especially that majestic throne over there. It looks perfect, good for mom, right?"
"Yes, I an, Mom looks perfect on any throne, though. And what do you an, perfect place for the others?"
"The others are coming soon. It's only natural for a whole kingdom to be gifted for their arrival, right?" she responded with a serious tone.
"Wait, you don't an?" My heart pounded with excitent.
"Yes, they're coming soon."
Happiness welled within , and a triumphant smile stretched across my face. I tightened my grip on Elaniel, pulling her closer, and, with a mischievous touch, grabbed hold of her buttocks.
"Ah~" she moaned in slight confusion, yet seed to enjoy the mont.
"It's perfect!" I exclaid, reveling in the anticipation of the imminent arrival of those special to .
In that mont of triumph and anticipation, Elaniel, still sowhat perplexed, mirrored my infectious smile.
Her confusion quickly transford into a radiant expression as she responded by embracing even tighter. As our eyes locked, I caught a glimpse of my reflection in hers.
"Ah, it's my face," I acknowledged. Not the facade of Adrian that I had grown accustod to, but the genuine – Ian Astrea. It had indeed been a considerable span since I last confronted the raw reality of my appearance: white, flowing hair, a complexion resembling death's pallor, and black miasma oozing from my eyes and mouth. The authentic version of myself, Ian Astrea, suddenly erged into the world.
In that mont of elation, Elaniel's smile widened as she gazed at , and she kissed passionately. As our lips parted, she appeared utterly entranced, showing no signs of fear or hesitation even in the face of my true, otherworldly visage.
"Father~ you look beautiful" she uttered lovingly, and without reservation, she kissed again. I allowed her to take the lead, not caring about the monstrous aspects of her or myself.
This intimate exchange felt like a fitting reward for everything she had provided in this tumultuous journey.
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