Okay, now I'm fine.
I pull out of Poosh, the last one that I've decided to Ravage, then I do a big, pleasant stretch while Alissa cleans my Cock with her mouth. I look to the side and see that l is on the floor, sitting on a pool of her own fluids and looking pretty exhausted. It seems she had so fun.
The rest of the girls moan softly as they do aftercare to each other, and Resh is still recovering, so I dress up then walk out and spend so ti giving attention to the Companions. They're all understandably horny, but I can soothe them a bit with my voice, so I start up a conversation while my girls recover.
"Do any of you girls want a snack or a drink? I know that you're on duty, but this place has so good unique food that could be worth trying out," I soothingly ask, and they instantly brighten up, which is just beautiful to see (even though they're wearing helts).
Intermission – Idera Soberano
Everyone has already assembled, so I decide to show my face at the eting. I rise up from the bed of pillows and then slowly dress myself. The cool linens smoothly slide across my dark, hairless skin as not a single blemish is there to impede its path, and I feel a pleasant chill caused by its gentle caress.
"Let dress you, Your Highness," one of my concubines obediently requests. I can't see her face very well in the twilight of the setting sun, so I don't rember her na.
I snort and spread my arms. I thought they were all asleep but there's at least soone who isn't lazy here. She's also very good at dressing , so I believe it must be Lazeia. It isn't a coincidence that she's the first concubine.
But I care not for anything she has to say right now, so I leave the recreation room and start my journey across the palace. I'm on the third floor, so I get a view of the city, and the golden sheen of the hateful sun is purposely tainted by the colorful sheets and tapestries hanging from the houses, making smile, but then a dark thought ruins my mood.
It feels like it's pressure has been increasing, lately.
A bad on, I believe, but anything has beco a bad on ever since the Ryders appeared. Their existence is an offense to elvenkind, and it disgusts that the Elder Council even allowed them to proceed with their outrageous claim.
The Soberano royal family is dead, but the Soberano ruler family has survived. We shouldn't let foreigners taint the na of our rulers like that. What are these Humanoid Gods even thinking?
What good there is in change that destroys our past?
But these are thoughts that I had a thousand tis, so I feel nothing about them anymore, and after a refreshing walk, I enter the eting room. The conversation instantly stops as everyone stands up and bows, but I notice that they seem oddly tense, so I already expect bad news.
This is already enough to sour my mood, so I take my seat and imdiately order, "At ease. I want the news."
But they hesitate and stare at each other for an annoyingly long couple of seconds.
"We found Luor. He has joined the Ryders as a knight," General Danses finds his balls first.
And I slam my hand against the armrest of my throne in anger, but I can't be seen throwing a tantrum, so I hold it in and relegate myself to rely hiss as I seethe, "Traitorous bastard."
"May we… attempt to kill him?" General Olgano hesitantly suggests, sounding tense but eager, the bloodthirsty fool.
I wish I could… I really wish I could, but not after everything his father did for us. "No… we must contact him and bring him back," I retort, showing better composure than my n.
"Your Highness…" Olgano attempts to insist.
But I wave him away. "Save it. I know what he did, but let nobody say that I'm without honor and rcy."
"Very well, Your Highness," he replies impassively, likely angered, but he'd never show it to .
"Now, what other news do you have?" I magnanimously move on so that he has the opportunity to be forgotten.
Danses answers , taking the lead over them, "That's what we've been discussing. What we heard makes no sense, but the ssage is clear. Wolf Ryder has announced that he's a Realm-Traveler, and the Avgin Temple has confird it."
Then silence befalls us.
"A… what?" I repeat, absolutely flabbergasted.
"There's no miscommunication, the temple confirms that he has co from another Realm," General Toreo soberly continues.
I'm unsure of how to even proceed, so I feel no sha in requesting their opinions, "What… is the significance of this?"
Another silence befalls us, and everyone glances at Danses. Now he doesn't seem eager to answer, "We… aren't sure yet, but what's certain now is that the Humanoid Deities specifically brought him here for his knowledge."
"An obvious conclusion since Knowledge dotes upon him," I remark offhandedly.
"Precisely, Your Highness. Very wise," he earnestly praises, and they all lower their head in respect.
"But this just makes him even more untouchable…" I move on, ignoring the ball licking as it has beco stale.
And Danses continues, "That's also what we've been discussing, how to deal with him without angering the Vengeful Deities further."
"He can't possibly an to start a war between elves," another General remarks out loud but I care not to rember his na.
"He's married to an elf, after all. She should keep him leashed," another adds more suggestively.
"She's a whore, a traitorous whore. She deserves to have her ears cut," I hiss and turn my face away, displeased with the conversation.
"We won't win in a straight battle, and it's impossible to kill him, but we can hurt him," Olgano cos in with another war-like remark.
But Danses continues before I can chastise him, "Perhaps we should focus on a goal, Your Highness. Sothing that will cripple his ability to bother us."
And I glance at him, curious about his devious suggestion, but then I start to seriously consider his words. His idea makes sense, yes… but I feel like it lacks… finality.
Then a grin escapes my lips as I begin to deliberate, "Cripple? No, it must be a permanent solution. He's trying to assert himself as a king over the elves, so we must show them he's too incompetent for that."
"We can self-govern just fine," Danses calmly agrees.
"Indeed. Ironic that this makes our work harder," I wryly remark.
Then his tone becos dangerously devious, "But not impossible."
And I feel a kindred with him. "In-deed…"
Intermission end.
Today is the 6th, Ekt, day of Electricity. I'll pay a visit to Lyle today because his experints will go on overdrive.
And I wake up to Hukarere swallowing as she satisfies her thirst due to yesterday's fun tis. She's always very vigorous because of her hunger, so I moan out loud in delight from the intense pleasure as I fill her mouth with cum.
She also isn't the only Companion that witnessed the orgy, so I gotta pay a visit to the other girls, too. Carefully managing their levels of thirst is required for optimal performance.
My [Sexual Charm] increased by 1 (now 0 5). It's slowly leveling up even though I don't attempt to consciously raise it, but every level is definitely welco.
Our morning is back to its usual training, but the afternoon, I spend with Lyle.
"What is really the usefulness of this 'database'?" he curiously asks after relaying his progress report.
"Wait, you don't get it?" I question confusedly.
The wild-haired boy awkwardly looks away as he explains, "Well, I see how it can be used to keep track of taxes, but not about the dical stuff."
I chuckle softly and lay back on my sofa as I calmly remark, "This world lacks the appreciation for statistics. There's a lot to learn when you have enough data you make huge graphs."
He turns to again and his eyes gleam with curiosity. "Data… graphs…?"
And I warmly reply, "Statistics and graphs, Lyle. Don't you have a few levels in [Math]?"
He looks away again, even more embarrassed. "Well… yes, but…"
So I rcifully interrupt, "Okay, I get it. Let's use a cold as an example. A simple and harmless disease that cos and goes in waves."
Now that the heat is off of him he becos inquisitive again. "Waves? It cos in waves?"
And I nod. "It does. When it gets cold and chilly, people close up their hos, so the disease has a higher chance of spreading, but when it does, everyone gets it due to close contact everywhere."
"How does… that work?" he hums, looking almost like a curious but obedient puppy. "I feel like there's a sudden depth of dical knowledge that I'm missing here."
Well, his behavior is adorable, so I composedly clear my throat and then begin a long explanation, "Indeed. Healers might notice that the diseases co in waves, but if we have the data about them, then we might be able to realize that they most often affect certain people during certain seasons, so we investigate further and discover that they more easily spread in hos with a high number of inhabitants per tri squared. This could lead to further questions that eventually lead to us discovering that so diseases are spread like dust that we shed from our bodies."
He becos thoughtful, but he answers with a bit of sass, "Well… that sounds easy after you discovered in your Realm."
And I agree, but I also correct, "Yes, it is, but we discovered it through statistics, not magic."
Now he becos even more pensive then gracefully drinks so coffee and remarks, "Hmm… I still can't understand how did your Realm grow so much without magic."
I just shrug. "I'll be honest and say that magic is a crutch. My world used to suck more than this, I guess, so it pushed us to make it suck less."
"'World'… what a curious word," he remarks again with a subtle smile and sips again.
Which makes feel like drinking more coffee, I also grab another piece of chocolate before I answer, "It's basically the sa as 'Realm,' but I actually don't know the difference."
And now that it's his turn to explain sothing he becos very happy but also a bit smug. "It's an archaic term, but so people use it to refer to the difference between Maoka, Gillios, and Bestiaram's approaches to the Gods. Most pious travelers say that it feels like everyone is a foreigner to them."
I raise an eyebrow. "Huh, curious usage, but I get it. Did people assu I was using it in the archaic way or the colloquial way?"
"I say archaic. I don't really rember you ever using slang because your speech is always so perfect," he gently answers.
And I nod. "I do use it in my mind but my [Andraste Language] skill is level ten, and I think most of the ti it ends up being suppressed."
"Yeah, that's what I thought," he hums in satisfaction.
"Do I sound like a pompous ass?" I worriedly ask.
But his tone imdiately becos reassuring. "No, you sound respectable and wise, exactly how you'd expect a king to be."
"Stop it, you're making blush," I jokingly reply and look away.
"W-w-well, it's the… truth, you know?" the boy becos a stuttering ss, actually surprising .
Okay, he's actually acting a bit cute.
…
Shut up, Roxanne.
She's about to let her filthy fujo side go out of control, but just a warning is enough to make her hold it in because she's recently had "reinforcent training." Her sensitive bits still tingle just from rembering it… though she did like it, so it may have been slightly counterproductive.
"I appreciate the complints, Lyle," I soothingly reply and scooch closer so that I can tap his back, making him blush and lower his head like a shy little girl.
"It's… true…" he mumbles with a pout.
And I don't feel like bullying him further, so I gently request, "Let's go back to the research. We need a stable and reliable database because, after that, we'll have to connect it to the other towns and villages. I want the data of our whole territory at the tip of our fingers."
Now this activates his neurons, and he leans closer… a bit too close, as he whispers excitedly, "Connect-…? Communications? How would that work?"
But I keep my composure as I answer, "Next, we need to invent the radio."
The intricate details of computing are already beyond my scope of knowledge, so radio waves are even further beyond, but Lyle is a damn prodigy of [Electric Magic], and I can just point him in the right direction. I have so basic understanding of how it works, so I just need him to trust as we do this experint.
"'Electromagnetic wind'?" he repeats confusedly.
And I nod eagerly as I explain, "Yeah, it's just like that. If you take a look at the [Itionization] and [Magnetize] spells, they create an 'aura' of electricity. If you wave this aura around, it creates a sort of 'wind' that you can sense."
He seems a bit skeptical but mostly receptive to my crazy concept. "It… makes sense, I believe. I think I heard about a theory similar to what you're saying, but I don't believe it was a raw physical phenonon."
"A what?" I quack back.
And the boy barely holds back his delight in explaining things to , "A raw physical phenonon. Magic affects the rules of physics, so experints with spells beco tainted by the mana."
"Huh… but what about the rules of magic?" I curiously inquire.
And he chuckles. "They're more like 'suggestions.' Mana makes everything ssy."
Roxanne snorts in agreent, so I'll accept his words, though I have one question. "But in the end, isn't everything made of mana?"
He runs his hand through his ssy hair, making it even ssier. "Yeaah~… things are more complicated than that. Matter is the opposite of mana, it's like ice to mana's fla. But I don't really rember much of my theoretical classes."
"Unfortunate; I need soone to teach theoretical magic," I solemnly reply.
"I had a private tutor at the capital, but soone like you deserves soone with more renown," he encouragingly states.
And I let out a soft chuckle. "Right now, yeah, I have already secured a place that will teach , but it might've been useful a couple of months ago."
His eyes open wider and he starts to find excuses as his hands struggle to find sothing to do, "It was a researcher from Somrlande. He needed so money to help fund his research, so I don't even know where he went after his contract ended."
"Why are imperial mages so bad with magical theory?" I soothingly ask to distract him.
But he just shrugs. "We don't really care about it. We just want to make it easier and faster to get levels in system magic."
"And that's related solely to physics," I point out in realization.
"Exactly," he hums, very happy that I've got it.
So I move on, "Alright, let's start this experint."
And he giggles a bit. "Oh, right! We got turned around in our talk so I was forgetting about it."
"You can cast your [Itionization] First," I gently hum.
He steps back and starts chanting, then the air becos filled with mana for a mont as the AOE spell begins to take form, but it quickly disappears, and a hair-raising "tension" appears in the air. The spell's area is small and centered around Lyle for the purpose of this experint, so I just take a few steps back and cast my own [Itionization].
Now I gain awareness of the bubble of air under my "control," and I feel like I can mold it like putty, but that's not optimal since I need to mold my bubble faster, much faster. I quickly move more points into [Mana Control], and now it feels more "watery" or elastic, which is workable, I guess.
Then I remind him again, "Okay, rember, if you feel anything, even a breeze, tell ."
"Alright," he obediently replies.
Then I start to wobble my bubble. Radio waves are… well, waves, so I'm hoping that [Itionization] creates electromagnetic waves if I shake it fast enough.
At first, it feels weird to move the spell like this as it clearly wasn't designed for fast, repetitive movents, but it's just a matter of getting used to it. And the wobbling starts to take shape after a couple of minutes, then I gradually increase the cadence.
"Anything?" I ask.
But he shakes his head. "Nothing."
"Hm…" I hum and increase my [Mana Control] to 40 17, straining as 30 is the usual limit for extra points, and then I increase the speed even further. Lyle's brow furrows in concern as he notices my expression, but he says nothing and continues to focus on his own spell to not waste my effort.
This doesn't seem to be working, and my stamina is only going to be drained further, so I need to do one last burst before I don't have the strength for it anymore. I grit my teeth and even close my eyes as I flick this bitch faster than I do a clit, my mind starting to burn with the friction from so much movent because there's no lube.
I feel the strain shoot up, and Alissa suddenly puts the brakes on before I hurt myself. I moan in discomfort from another will suddenly penetrating , but it feels good, especially as it forces to stop the strain, so it wins over and the spell collapses.
Lyle drops his spell and quickly cos over as I catch myself, and I realize that I'm breathing heavily. I quickly recover, though, and then I rebuild my composure and turn to him.
"Anything?" I soberly hum.
"Nothing…" he replies, a lot more disheartened than I am.
"Shit…" I grumble and imdiately enter theorycrafting mode again, but I imdiately rember sothing.
Wait… didn't electromagnetic fields have a direction?
But how do I control it through the spell…? I don't feel any sort of direction, just the "bubble" that's under my control. Well, there's one way to test that, so I cast [Itionization] again then pull out a compass, and the needle suddenly turns around, getting locked up and pointing at .
"Huh… I heard of this effect before. It's the 'path' of itions," Lyle curiously remarks as he stares at the compass.
That's huge, so I imdiately end the spell and ask, "Can you flicker this path? Like, invert it repeatedly? It's how you produce radio waves."
"Really? Hang on, I did it once out of curiosity," he hums and becos excited himself.
Then he starts chanting the spell again, so we step away from each other, and I cast mine too. Once his spell is done, he furrows his brows as he makes an effort, even pushing his tongue out in a weird way like a silly kid, but then I feel sothing…
"It's pushing against my spell!" I suddenly exclaim.
"What?" he grunts, too concentrated on his own spell.
"I can feel it! Like a gentle wave in a pool!" I repeat, ecstatic.
And his eyes slowly open in understanding. "Oh… oh!"
"Now we need to make this into a chanism," I breathe excitedly.
Announcent
Hall of Fa of Patrons
The patrons who support Rupegia shall have their nas sung by the bards for they deserve the glory and honor. Their nas are:
Prince Sakari Saastamoinen.
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