Chapter 118: Summit – Part 2

Chapter 118: Summit – Part 2

Yunia pays Ereia a quick visit, her dousnadeia tied tight to her body because she's not in the mood to be harassed by the little imp.

She takes a [Gate] to the entrance of the odd, raised mansion. There's a hedge garden underneath it, which the mansion provides cover and shade for, keeping the air cool and fresh.

A slave servant is waiting for Yunia, and she recognizes the man, a handsome, young elf who is excellent at his job and loved by the women of the house, so much so that Ereia might one day give him a child.

"Your Highness, Yulania. We're honored by your presence," he greets politely and bows.

"The pleasure is mine. Lead me to Ereia, I have little free time for idle chatter today," she commands coolly.

"As you wish."

Yunia takes a familiar path through the hedges since she has visited Ereia many times before, and she finds the little imp having tea while soaking in a warm, fragrant bath, completely naked.

Yunia catches a whiff of the smell of sex in the air, though she doesn't sense anyone else nearby, so whoever it was is long gone, unless it was the slave servant himself.

"Yu! Come soak with me!" Ereia exclaims happily then turns to the slave. "Marcoro, give us privacy, please."

"Yes, Grand Ereia," he politely replies, though he does sound a little disappointed, and Yunia notices the considerable tent in his tight pants deflate.

He activates [Silent Room] and closes the intricately decorated door behind himself as he leaves, sealing all sounds from coming into or leaking out of the room.

Ereia's happy demeanor immediately changes, and her face becomes impassive as she puts on her round glasses. "You're here because of Pedoro?" She stoically adds.

"I am," Yunia answers with a nod.

Ereia sighs and gets up, revealing her lithe, sexy body, and I cum inside Lina while imagining fucking Ereia again, then I focus back on my little dwarf to make up for this distraction.

"I'm sorry that I didn't warn you," Ereia gloomily apologizes as she walks over to the table near the bath, then she pours herself a cup of Eia. "I heard that the elven nobles were saying that something 'interesting' was going to happen, which was extremely suspicious since... they don't like Wolf, but I had no idea what it was, exactly, until I saw Pedoro's face, then it all made sense." Ereia takes a big gulp of her glass.

Yunia thinks for a couple of seconds, then shakes her head and gently explains, "At most, your warning would've softened the impact of Pedoro's attack a bit since we also had no idea about what was going to happen. There's nothing to apologize for." She also feels guilty for doubting Ereia, but she won't open a can of worms by confessing what was merely her thoughts at the time.

Ereia smiles faintly and sits down on a vine chair, which starts to wiggle and covers her wet skin, drinking up the beads of water and drying her. "I didn't know that Wolf was the one of the few who survived the Innocent Nymph..." She bitterly states as she looks at the rainbow-colored liquid in her glass, then takes a sip.

Yunia takes a chair in front of her. "Does it change anything for you?" She softly asks.

"I lost a few friends there. The Nymph was the best non-elf brothel in all of the elven lands, so it was quite popular with our types." Ereia suddenly raises her eyes, and they show a mix of confusion and fear, emotions that don't belong there for someone as bright as her. "I was there just a few days before the attack."

Yunia nods slowly. "That was the first time that our family was attacked, and we weren't prepared for it at the time."

Ereia frowns. "'First'?"

"The second time ended in an Intervention."

"Ah, the one where Lord Ciel acquired her Title?" Ereia softly asks, and Yunia nods. "I didn't know that that was also part of a heretical attack."

Yunia's tone becomes grim as she states, "They're organized, and they have a foothold inside the empire. We'll encounter them again, that's for certain."

Ereia's eyes narrow as she enters deep thought. "Heretic's Rest? That's why you're taking on the old royals?"

Yunia softly shakes her head, making her glorious drills bounce. "No, not exactly. We don't know if they're related."

Ereia's mood seems to darken further, and she looks down at her glass again. "I'm scared for you. What happened at the Nymph was just... 'Wickedness' seems too simple to describe the extent of their evil."

Yunia's mood mirrors hers, but she shows a burning fury within her as she declares, "When we find them, if we discover that their souls are set to shatter on death, we'll give them a Living Hell."

"Retribution," Ereia whispers approvingly, and an evil smile graces her pretty face.

After filling Lina up repeatedly, and hearing Aoi whine about how she isn't there to drink it all up, we calm down and return to cuddling.Rread latest chapters at novelhall.com

Neither of us are big talkers, so we remain silent as we enjoy our time together.

She isn't too happy with the current color of her nails, so I start working on them. I remove the color with a piece of cotton doused in a special chemical, then I trim her nails and apply nail polish in a dark-red color with a hint of purple. She's a bit of a goth girl with a preference for darker colors, so the nail polish will go well with most of her clothes.

After I'm done, I apply a good amount of lotion to her whole body. Starting with her cute feet, I run my tentacles along their soft soles, then I slither them between her toes, stimulating the sensitive skin and making her moan.

The deliciousness of her naked body is too much for me, so I suck on each of her cute toes as I massage her soles. She smiles wryly, then makes a smug face as I lick her, triggering my "ojou-sama" fetish.

She's not the best at roleplaying, so she doesn't say anything, but her expression and dignified giggles are all I need to get it going. I just love haughty women for some reason, and it's not just the dragon who enjoys it, the human also has a thing for these sorts of "spicy" women.

Once I've had my fill of tasting her little toes, I put some long, black stockings on her legs, and she gives me a slow, lazy footjob while giving me that smug look that I love so much.

I feel like I'm just doing what I want instead of focusing on making sure that our "date" is pleasant for her, so I hold myself back after I paint her stockings white.

"Do you want to read something together?" She offers and asks for a small book of stories from my "Items."

"Yeah, sure. What do you have in mind?" I softly reply.

"This one." And she points to an interestingly named story: "Rock and Roll and Stone."

It's a (totally factual) comedy about the construction of the dwarven embassy in the capital after Mountainhome joined the empire. It's written by an imperial, so there are stereotypes about dwarves everywhere, but Lina finds them quite funny, and who am I to go and think otherwise? The differences between the races make the stereotypes ring true more often than not.

The first few words of the book paint quite an ominous imagery of what's to come...

A famous quote in dwarven history:

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH...!"

Banba, the Taskmaster.

"You have no idea how loud dwarves can be," Lina wryly remarks, but then I remember that her family was quite loud, alright. "They aren't really that loud, not in comparison to the average dwarf..." She adds embarrassedly.

"Don't you miss talking with other dwarves?" I curiously ask her.

And she shakes her head softly. "Not really. They're loud, and I'm not, so I do just fine not talking with other dwarves. I just miss the food sometimes."

"I can relate," I hum with a nod.

The story is actually quite fun to read, so we both lose track of time as we get immersed in it.

It's a nice break from all of the serious work we have to do as Lords, and the incessant intrigue coming from the nobles, and our endless training and research as we aim to acquire more power.

Lina and I don't even have to prepare for the summit because the other wives are working together and doing that for us by interrogating Nero. Also, with [Bind], they can just feed us info whenever it's relevant instead of having us memorize it all ourselves.

But eventually, dusk nears, and Poosh comes to call us back.

Originally, summits like these were also called "Reniandisabis," but in elven culture, the meeting between Lords at the end of the Lordship Ceremony became a lot more popular in novels and plays than the regular meetings between Crown Lords, so calling this summit "Reniandisabis" isn't wrong, it's just archaic.

And since we're the ones who called for the summit, it'll be hosted in our castle, which is rather disappointing since I wanted to see the homes of the other Crown Lords.

It seems that Yulania miscalculated as she didn't think that Lotus would have such a strong emotional response about this.

"You've certainly changed because the Yulania I knew would never be so cowardly!" Lotus angrily exclaims and slams her fist on the table.

It does impress me a bit that I don't see a single speck of dust getting stirred up by her strike.

But I don't let Yunia use [Mask] to escape this, so she becomes incensed and blurts out, "I ended things with him because I was set to die! The fact that I'm alive was a mercy given to me, but it doesn't change the fact that everything in my life changed after that!"

But Lotus turns her ferocious gaze towards me, accusingly. "Then at least you should've encouraged her to meet with Brás since you stole someone's fiancée!"

Yunia bolts up from her seat, enraged at me being falsely called out. "Don't you dare blame him!"

"I'm not here to witness a bickering," Infa dryly states.

"Same," Fram agrees with a sigh, and Herbaco also hums in agreement.

"Angilas, control your wife," Confiel dryly commands Lotus' husbands.

"Lord Yulania's callousness is quite offensive to us," one of them replies.

"Yes, but don't let this turn into a shouting match," Luz sternly piles on.

The other husband grabs Lotus' arm and squeezes it tight, grabbing her attention, and the growing storm halts instantly.

"Marsh elves..." Fram quietly hisses.

It's kind of funny to me that elves have prejudices even among themselves, but as I remember how Arreira hated that side of them, things don't seem so funny anymore.

Why is there always drama whenever we meet with powerful people? Maybe because they don't fear us?

I stand up and raise my right claws, gesturing for silence. It's time to be diplomatic.

"I understand that this topic is quite sensitive as it invokes such strong feelings in all of us," I politely state, then I turn my eyes towards Lotus and stare intensely at her. "But I don't think it's appropriate to discuss it right now, in front of unrelated parties. The encroachment of Katasko in elven territory is of a higher priority, especially for you, Lord Lotus, as they seem to be using Goldcross as their base of operations in the elven lands."

She grits her teeth, but the fire in her eyes starts to die down. "Very well, let's talk about how we'll 'purify' our lands."

"You can't seriously be suggesting that we join the Purification," Infa dryly states.

"If Katasko survives the Purification, then they'll only come out even stronger than before," Yunia sternly replies.

I don't like the way they say purification with a capital P...

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