Chapter 170: 1001 Golems – Part 1

Chapter 170: 1001 Golems – Part 1

Intermission - Alissa

The training yard becomes noisy as we train team combat. Without [Bind] allowing us to speak telepathically and instantaneously, we can only shout at each other, and once the enemy also starts shouting, things become uncomfortably loud, giving me a new appreciation for [Bind].

Then I notice that, without Wolfy's presence, a number of the Companions are much less enthusiastic about this exercise, especially Hukarere. It's understandable since morale is everything to soldiers, but I feel a bit bad for them since they adore him so much.

If only Wolfy could copy himself...

Then we finish our exercise and take a break, so I start to observe the other Companions who are training among themselves. Maybe I can find one who's fond of me and use her to give Wolfy a surprise.

But I sense Lily approaching me from behind, so I turn to her, and she seems to freeze up for a second, likely surprised that I've noticed her, which amuses me.

Then she quickly recovers and casually strolls closer. "Where's Toto?" she softly asks, an unusual tone for her.

Still, she's being insolent again, so I narrow my eyes and warn her, "His name is Wolf. Don't forget he's a King, a royal just like the Hau-Hous."

But she only becomes even more insolent as she shrugs. "Sure... Where's Wolfy?"

I feel my eye twitch in quickly rising anger, but I keep it under control and diplomatically answer, "He's currently busy researching a method to deal with the swarm."

The short little goblin smirks as she utters even more insolence, "Well, it's just like Toto to research how to better commit war crimes."

"Are you doing this on purpose to annoy me?" I angrily blurt out, but I instantly realize that this was a mistake as she just becomes smug. She simply doesn't care who she offends with her Earthling irreverence.

"Yes," she shamelessly admits, taunting me to fall further into anger. Unlike Roxanne, this one isn't secretly a flower. She's a rough piece of orc leather through and through, so getting angry with her will just make her infuriatingly smugger.

But no, while Earthlings may be irreverent, it's not normal for them to be this disrespectful to someone they aren't friends with. "I don't know you well enough to appreciate this sort of ribbing," I slowly warn her, my tail tensing up as I start to fail to contain my dislike of her.

The little woman's smugness immediately disappears, and she gives me a measuring look as she finally starts to take me seriously. "Alright, I get it," she hums, still irreverent, and it also annoys me that she doesn't even apologize. "But why didn't he tell us? We could help."

"I sincerely doubt that," I reflexively reply with a snort, and I become uncomfortable with my own behavior.

The fact that Wolfy isn't watching is making me feel nervous. My bratty side is coming out now that he isn't here to put a leash on me, both literally and figuratively, and I don't like it.

The small woman narrows her eyes and frowns skeptically, and it seems like she's not the kind to ever hide her feelings in the name of diplomacy. "Now you're just being mean. Wolfy wasn't a genius; he just had a degree in robotics, so it isn't like he's doing 'rocket' science."

I sigh softly, get a hold of myself again, and calmly but assuredly reply, "I'm being serious, but you misunderstand me. You lack the skills that we have that allow us to help him," -I quickly probe the golems' memories to find out what a "rohket" is- "and though what he's doing doesn't require deep scholarly knowledge, you still lack what's necessary to even participate."

Her frown of annoyance becomes one of displeasure, and she stubbornly requests, "Alright... can we at least watch?"

It takes me an unholy amount of willpower to not immediately refuse, but I at least come up with a reasonable excuse to not irk this bothersome woman further. "No. This is a private moment, and we mustn't disturb them."

And she pouts, which even I must admit looks really cute. "You're just making excuses."

I simply ignore her statement and question her, instead, to put this impertinent small woman on the defensive, "Why are you so interested in seeing him work? You normally act like you hate being in Wolfy's presence." And I even step forward to use my (modest) height for intimidation.

She simply looks up at me defiantly as she begins, "Well, I don't really hate being in his presence-..."

The golems give me a tip, and I immediately interrupt with a dry tone, "Tsundere."

The impertinent little woman awkwardly clears her throat as she glances away, and I thank our tireless servants for helping me deal with her. She'll never respect me or my sister-wives until she learns that we'll bite back if she pesters us.

Then she makes an annoyed expression as she explains, "Look, he still has the face of my real husband and most of his personality while not actually being him, so we're in a weird situation that nobody could've ever been prepared for."

I want to be petty and just reject her completely, but a part of me simply doesn't allow the fox to take over. I'm Blessed by the Goddess of Love, and my zealous side will never let the fox do something that could enrage her because so much hinges on her Blessing.

But she's actually being diplomatic, in her own way, so I give her a little morsel while emphatically laying out the rules for more, "I'll ask Wolfy if you can watch, but only when he takes a break because I don't want to disrupt his concentration." Then I narrow my eyes and stare intensely as my tone lowers. "But know this: your presence makes everyone uncomfortable. We're lucky that we've achieved harmony in our family when there are so many women around him, so we'll do everything we can to preserve it. Wolfy gave you the privilege of entering our inner circle because of who you are, but you still have to earn everyone's respect."

And it fills me with joy to see that she finally becomes fully serious. "I understand; I'll behave."

Intermission end.

Godsdamn, this fucking sucks.

The memories just don't leave my mind, making me dizzy and unable to concentrate on anything. I know that Lina and Aoi are using my body to create more golems, but the memories are so real that it feels like I'm constantly reliving them, mixing reality with hallucinations.

"Gify, what did you do to him?" Alissa sternly asks, and I remember that she's currently checking up on me and that I'm not a little fox girl trying to escape her mother's grasp.

"Gih," my reliable companion attempts to dodge responsibility.

But Alissa immediately throws it back at me, "You're the oldest out of all of us, Wolfy, so what about your responsibility?"

Huh... how old is Gify, anyway?

"Gih!" she masterfully dodges.

Touché.

I slowly sit up since I've forgotten how to move in this body after experiencing five different ones, though Ted's and Suzy's are almost the same, so I guess it's effectively four and a half different bodies.

"His thoughts are playful, so he's still himself," Aoi attempts to soothe Alissa.

"I do miss having furry ears, though. They're comfy," I hum with a weak wry smile. Then I suddenly frown as another unpleasant memory surfaces again, "But now I have a five-fold fear of sensory deprivation rooms."

"The lack of stimulation is uncomfortable, even for us," Jarn calmly states as she tests the "proximity fuse" golems with a captured Dragolite that I didn't notice before. The little flying lizard has been tied up so thoroughly that it can barely wiggle, which was done for my safety since I'm basically defenseless right now.

Then her memories come back to me again. "Yeah, I just went through that five times, and it's just... ugh," I groan with a shudder.

"Does your Cock still work?" Hana asks the most important question through [Bind]. I did just become five different Cockless girls, so it's a reasonable concern.

Alissa pulls down my elastic elven pants, releasing the already hardening Cock. Then she parts her little lips and sticks out her cute red tongue. She promptly starts licking my reddened head, wetting it with her saliva, and gentle waves of pleasure hit me with every move.

"It still works fine," I happily hum as I make it twitch, slightly surprising Alissa, who grins as she begins to slowly push the head further and further into her mouth.

Oh, yeah, my Cock feels at home inside her mouth. My gaze becomes soft as I warmly stare at her, and her cute furry ears begin to sway as her head bobs up and down, her shoulder-length hair moving along with the motions like curtains that briefly block her almost-orange-colored beautiful eyes.

Lina helps her like the good sister-wife she is by tying her hair. She makes sure not to raise it too high or tie it too tight, as that would reveal that she doesn't have human ears on the sides of her head, which looks a bit weird, unfortunately.

Lina's Reminder: Nemesis is the Empire's group of elite monster killers, and they're very secretive, earning them a mythical reputation.

For some reason, mentioning the Hands makes me feel uncomfortable.

"We appreciate your dedication," Yunia earnestly thanks her.

Caterina nods back and reflexively takes a look at her Queen's perfect tits. "It's merely my job to protect you from heretics."

And then Urmeie loudly grunts in frustration, "The fuck? You all think that the Hands would betray the Emperor and reveal information about something that's clearly a secret?"

"Well, it's worth a try, and we don't see you helping out by questioning your Dad," I teasingly retort.

But she frowns at my banter. "Unless I'm made Empress, not even I would ever be told anything about something as secret as Tycho's existence."

Then Caterina soberly lectures the bear Princess, "You underestimate how loose people's tongues are. Most confessions aren't made through torture, as we have time to slowly erode their walls and infiltrate their hearts. Unless there are firm directives on how to handle information about Tycho, they will reveal something about him, and it might just be enough to explain all of this."

"I-e pecati fația, I can't argue against that," Urmeie admits with a sigh. I don't know which language that first phrase comes from, as beastfolk have a large number of different languages.

"You could ask your mother about it. Maybe she could give you a hint," Alissa prudently suggests, and Urmeie seems to slowly become convinced that it's a good idea.

I find it funny that she's so determined to not get involved in politics that it never occurred to her until now.

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