Chapter 315 – Uncertainty of Life

Chapter 315 – Uncertainty of Life

“That would have been too easy,” John said, having been unable to use Observe on that new elemental. The fight had been a lot closer than he anticipated, solely because Lydia’s prediction about Maximillian’s arrogance had become true.

Still, Lydia had pulled out her surprise, and Maximilian had hidden his own. “We should go and pick her up,” Rave added, realizing that the fight was over but Lydia actually wasn’t moving. The platform to allow her to get back up had materialized, but John could easily guess that the princess either had exhausted herself to the point of being unable to move or had followed in the recent trend set by Rave and knocked herself out in the process.

“I’ll go get her,” Momo said and flew off. It would have probably been quicker to send Thana down there, but the blood mage would make it an insanely bumpy ride. Interestingly, the wounded Maximillian didn’t immediately limp towards his own lift nor the Apothecaries coming to take care of him.

Instead, he checked on Lydia. “You make sure that she sleeps this out,” Maximillian told Momo once she arrived. John followed the scene throughout their connection.

“Of course I will,” the support said with a flabbergasted expression. “What do you think I will do? Put her on a bed of needles?”

“You like running your mouth,” the black hole tremored sarcastically.

Maximillian shook his head with an amused smile, “Whatever, as long as she will be in a state where she can still become my minister of finances. Can’t have her butt be unable to calculate my spending.”

“Wow, you really are prince charming, aren’t you?” Momo drily returned.

“KING charming if anything. Also, she dumped me, so for all I care,” he helped pick the unconscious princess up, “I think I am being a pretty nice guy here.”

‘He is not completely wrong,’ John thought as Momo took to the air. ‘I took him for a hot-head but it seems more that he is just wearing his heart on his sleeve and loves showbusiness. Guy would maybe not be the worst emperor... or movie director.’ “Do you think he would give up if I landed him a job in Hollywood?” John asked Thana.

“The fuck?” she was predictably confused.

“Maximilian, I think he would have a lot of fun in that scene,” he elaborated.

“Okay, listen here, you foolish dingle-cracker, if you don’t stop worsening my eternal cesspool of nonsensical fucking thoughts and love induced jealousy tirades, I am going to rip off your balls and stuff them into the ovaries you will grow once I am done with you.”

“Dingle-cracker?” John laughed, ignoring her threats. She was too attached to him to mean it.

“You try staying original with your curses for several fucking weeks! Try it, you hard-cocked, Asian loving truckfucker,” Thana aggressively pouted. He pat her on the head to calm her down a bit, which got him a wave of overly shrill laughter followed by a light kick to the shin. “Don’t just touch me and act like that will fix shit!” she complained and then side-stepped Rave trying to hug her from behind. “I mean it!”

“Yeah, sure ya do,” Rave stuck out her tongue but didn’t start another attempt. “Give it two hours and she will beg for a spanking, ya know it,” the Lightbearer whispered to her boyfriend.

“I can hear you!” Thana growled, which set an end to that discussion as Momo landed back on the platform. “I put her rapier into my inventory, but somebody else please carry her,” the support requested. “Don’t get me wrong, I can definitely carry her, but it kind of messes with my flying.”

“Yeah, hand her over,” John said with hesitation and took her off Momo (who carried her like a backpack) and then held her like a proper princess. That she dangled about like an unconscious sack of potatoes took the heroic aspect out of the look.

The problem with passed out people was that they had pretty much no body tension. However, there was one way to maybe fix this, a trick that had worked rather easily with Rave. ‘Here goes nothing,’ John thought and raised Lydia’s upper body, handling her a bit roughly to sling her arm around the back of his neck.

Now John didn’t know if this was something that humans just did or if this was highly unusual. Neither did he know whether what happened next was caused by some conditioning related to his pretty unique smell thanks to that oil that Nathalia provided. Which, he had tested, wasn’t a Libido increasing perfume in disguise. He had both asked the dragoness and asked Momo to find out what it actually was. It was just a very nice smelling oil with an astounding list of ingredients related to volcanic monsters.

When questioned how she got her hands on that oil, Nathalia had just said, “I have hobbies as well.”

The tangent of his mind aside, what happened was that Lydia’s ‘cuddle reflex’ kicked in and she wrapped her second arm around him as well. Still unconscious, she held onto him tightly, making it a lot easier to carry her off.

Which they then did. Luckily most journalists had decided that the traditionalist candidate not following one of his country's oldest traditions was more interesting a headline than an unconscious princess getting carried away.

The few that decided otherwise soon had to face a whole different terror as soon asThana spied them. “Fucking paparazzi,” she growled, decisively pissed off. A wave of her arm and projectiles of blood ripped through cameras. “FUCK OFF!” she screamed at the people, who promptly did as the drops flew back to Thana. The destroyed cameras were left right there.

“You are in a bad mood today,” John noted after a few minutes of silence, during which they got onto one of the many mana streets criss-crossing through the sky.

“A few days ago, just prove yourself and I might mate with you,” the dragoness said, her thumb running over the back of her other hand as they wrestled with each other.

“Don’t ya mate with him like every day?” Rave asked.

“No, I fuck him every day,” Nathalia corrected with a growl, only to then avert her eyes. “Mating is something different entirely that I do not have experience in myself.”

That was when it clicked with everyone in the room. “Fuck no, I am having John’s first kid,” Thana spat out.

“”When was that decided?”” John and Rave asked simultaneously.

“Never, I just want it to be this way!” Thana pouted. “But sure, have it your way.”

“No, just, can we slow down?” John asked; “Why now, Nathalia?”

“Because I feel like you are worthy, or at least you are worthy enough to try and prove your actual worth. We will see,” she gave some cryptic commentary. The Gamer was deeply confused, but also flattered. If she had no experience in it that meant, by extension, that he was the first who got this chance. Either that or he would be the first one to succeed, which he planned to do even if the prospect of siring some children with a goddess kind of scared him.

Well, he could always try to convince her to have children later. For a start, his ego and dick screamed at him to take up this chance. Actually, there was one more thing he needed to know here. “Would you mating with me entail that you will only ever mate with me?” he asked.

Nathalia froze; obviously, she had not thought about that whatsoever. “If you are worthy to be my mate, you should be able to satisfy me on your own,” she mumbled and then turned her lava pool like eyes on John. “If you manage to become my mate, this shall be my promise onto you that I will swear off all other men on this world for the time of your lifespan.”

And now he was triply motivated to do whatever he needed to do to prove his worth. “What do I need to do?”

“We will see when I am satisfied,” she answered with something that wasn’t an answer at all.

“Can you be a bit more specific?” he requested.

“No, for I do not know the answer myself, I will just know when the time arrives.” Nathalia nodded to herself.

“I do love you, Nathy, but I swear that you are one selfish creature,” John complained and gained himself a dismissive glare and horny smile in the same second.

“I am the fire of destruction, I have no need to play by your rules,” she said.

“All of this aside,” Lydia, whose patience now was at an end, “and before this escalates into yet another round of pre-eating coitus...”

“Today’s meal is noodle based, I do not recommend leaving it on the stove for too long,” Aclysia added in.

“...Yes, before the orgy happens, seeing how John is already naked below the waist...” the princess was right, his underpants had indeed been slipped off. Also, Thana did look like she would take any excuse for his dick to slip into her. “...Please let us quickly collect our current situation.”

“Our situation is very simple,” Salamander yawned and threw a small flame at a candle, igniting it, and then pulling it back towards her, putting the fire out. It was a process she repeated constantly, like someone throwing and catching a rubber ball. “Tomorrow is Sunday, therefore off, and the last solo fight is Nia, who is very likely to lose.”

John felt the pressure on his left arm slightly increase. “Sorry,” Nia spoke.

“Hey, you haven’t lost yet,” he tried to talk her up.

“Yes, and we should at least try to win, as Rave’s fight and today has shown it might be possible even if the odds are against us,” Lydia nodded.

“So, I should be spending a whole day with Nia to train her, is what you are saying?” John presented his idea while really just asking for confirmation.

“I was thinking that you should do Assaults, but do what is most efficient, I trust you,” Lydia said and stood up. “Now let us eat. Thana, keep your urges in check until afterwards please!”

“How about I suck his cock under the table?” Thana asked. John rather liked that idea.