After some quick Gestalt training, we finally go to the baths.

Today I'm feeling like having a main dish of Alissa with a side of Ciel, but first, I grab Osaria and Ravage her as punishment for teasing me while I was in the dungeon.

After my milf has passed out, I give my girls the attention they deserve, but Alissa decides to take charge for a change. Since Ciel is also present, she's starting to feel mischievous. She knows our chocolate angel has a big crush on her, which is understandable since it was Alissa who made her rethink which side she swings to, so the fox feels like unleashing her cheeky side.

Alissa puts on a new set of the Clothes of the Berserker, the white Snow Weave hugging her perfect skin magnificently, giving her an air of purity, but the chest and shorts hug all of her curves perfectly, leaving nothing to the imagination.

A white ribbon on her right fox ear and her tail shine along with her fur, cute gloves with red strings adorn her delicate hands, thigh-high socks grace her cute feet, and black Werefox wooden sandals finish up her look.

She is perfection.

Her adorable, shy smile wakes up the dragon within me, but I keep him in his cage for now. I want to savor this.

Unfortunately, soon our desires to take it slowly go out the window as we quickly spiral out of control, and everything becomes a blur of pleasure, moans, and fluids. do it fuck wildly and madly, pounding away until our bodies reach the limit and we pass out.

I suddenly regain consciousness and stretch as if I just woke up from a refreshing sleep. The girls are actually quite tired, but it's nothing that a good elven bath won't fix.

I enter the water with a wife on each arm and moan softly as the hot, magical water massages my legs. We spent basically the whole day jogging to conserve mana, and now, we accidentally Ravaged each other, so I activate all the enchantments because we deserve the best elven bath in our side of the High Forest.

Hukarere and Yunia are spending some steamy time together, so we have something nice to look at while we rest.

Osaria is still passed out, so the maids carry her to the bath to help her wake up after her defiled body is cleaned.

My mind starts to wander towards the golems. I think my mind is probably stable enough to test [Bind] on them, and I also want to begin raising my baby golem army, so I guess this is the next project I should focus on now that [Otherworldly Summoning] has been put on hold.

I should also train my melee skills some more.

And my [Soul Manipulation].

And my [Mana Body].

And my [Sense Soul].

I roll my eyes and groan internally. The moment I start to think about all the things I have to do, I get overwhelmed by the options, but at least this time, I think that [Golemancy] is the best subject to focus on until I have the beginnings of my baby golem army on the way.

Yunia and Kaatohe kiss passionately as they rub against each other's thighs.

We're kind of stumbling in the dark since we still don't know what bad thing is coming, but working on getting more subordinates to protect us is never a bad idea.

"I think I'm ready to discuss our first project with Teresina tomorrow," Ciel suddenly shares.

Kaatohe plays with Yunia as she purrs in delight.

I grab a handful of one of Ciel's pillows as I think, and my human hand looks quite small before its magnificence as it spills to the sides. "There'll be plenty of boring talks, so I was thinking about leaving it to Osaria when we had something more concrete," I casually remark.

Ciel's still a bit sore, so I keep the intensity of my play low, and she seems to enjoy it quite a lot. "I can deal with that. We'll need someone to manage the project once it's ongoing, anyway, and we can't leave it all to her."

Kaatohe breaks the kiss and goes down.

I grab a handful of Alissa's pillows, and they fit nicely in my hand, as if they were formed in the perfect size for me to grab.

"They probably were," Alissa affirms through [Bind], then speaks normally, "Well, we're all fated to become the heads of the subdivisions of our clan, so we'd better start learning."

I kiss her forehead and nod. "There's no pressure to take up leading positions in the clan if you don't feel like it. I just want you girls to be happy."

Yunia disagrees, but she's too occupied with letting out other sounds.

I smile wryly and correct myself, "Maybe there's a little pressure on you, but your sanity and happiness are still more important to me, so don't force yourself to do something that you don't like."

"As if the Gods would unite all of us just for someone to not want to participate in a clan," Alissa replies dismissively.

I frown and give the rest of the girls a concerned look. Alissa isn't being fair to them, so I need to put my foot down and block everyone's [Bind] to prevent any peeking or shaming from happening behind my back.

"I don't like to assume things, so I want to hear everyone's opinion about becoming heads of the 'subdivisions' of our clan. Such as managing or leading a confidential department in our Institute."

"We can always hire assistants and delegate most of what bores us to them," Roxanne offhandedly replies.

"I was that assistant, kind of," Lina adds and shrugs. "I don't think managing a part of the clan will be impossible for us."

Hana snorts and grins confidently as she asserts, "If I'm going to manage the warriors, then that's okay with me. I was going to do that before I was made into a Blood Slave, anyway."

Yunia's opinion is obvious. She already accepted becoming a Lord and welcomed whatever else Fate had in store for us when we gave our vows to each other. The rest of the girls technically accepted this sort of Fate too, but nobody had any idea how far and high we'd go, so I just have to make sure.

Then we all turn to Aoi, who's just listening while staring at us with mild curiosity like always, her double-colored irises and their black sclera make her gaze quite charming and intimidating at the same time.

"I don't even know what I'll manage, and I won't know if I'll enjoy it until I try," she calmly explains, and she's totally right.

"Gih gageh geh goh geh gangih," Gify proudly proclaims as she paddles towards me.

I smile warmly at her, not feeling like teasing her after she said such a thing with so much conviction and pride. "We'd appreciate it if you did that for us. Our castle must always have the most beautiful flowers, after all," I softly reply.

And Alissa happily adds, "We'd be honored if you'd remain with our family after we're gone." She'll always have a soft spot for the little griffin.

But I ultimately fail to resist temptation and still tease her, "The burden of our family: providing for the black hole that is Gify's stomach."

"Gih, gweh gah goo guh gih," Gify snobbishly states, and we can't disagree with that, our family really does have good taste in food.

The feast will be held in a leaf room with a balcony that's above the Shell so that everyone can have a view of the sea of mist that covers the town.

The maids pretty us up for a long time while we wait for the guests because it'd be improper for us to wait for nobles with a lower status than us. Just another silly quirk of nobility.

But the Troupe are among the first to arrive, so we have a reason to join the party immediately.

Musicians play a gentle tune on the harp and violins, sounding like a classical orchestra; attractive elven dancers show off their bodies near the walls, being such a good distraction for the permanently excited me that I almost forget where we're going; but the main attraction seems to be the chocolate sweets being offered by the servants. It's seemingly a lot more "refined" to have waiters walking around and bothering people regularly than just having a big table where everyone can get what they want when they want.

However, my favorite maids aren't working here right now because I don't want anyone getting handsy with my women. Plenty of commoners seek jobs from the nobility because they pay well for "service" on the side, but I don't want them to even think about touching another man.

Yunia quickly finds the Troupe, and the harem follows her so that we can greet them together.

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"Lord Yulania, we're overjoyed to see you well!" A young golden elf that Yunia recognizes as being "Little Pomp" exclaims with a wide smile and open arms. His extravagant clothing, flamboyant behavior, and short stature make his nickname a perfect fit. He's flashy and stylish like Silvano, preferring to wear awfully revealing clothing, but at least he doesn't have the same androgynous look.

"You shall refer to her as 'Your Highness,'" a second golden elf sternly chastises "Little Pomp." This one is called "Masochist," and he's quite the big guy, almost Rande level of swolleness, but clearly Rande is the superior muscle-brain.

The third elf remains quiet and simply nods. Yunia calls him "Gentle Shadow" because he rarely speaks. He's a lightly tanned silver elf with the usual pretty elven face and shoulder-length hair that makes him a bit androgynous. His skin color indicates that he's probably from Glorampina.

"Even I couldn't have predicted that she'd become a royal," the fourth remarks with a wry smile, but his thin, upturned eyes makes him look rather evil. He's the "Gambling Imp," and nobody should ever trust him with money. Yunia even believes his family goes through cycles of being coinless to filthy rich due to their terrible gambling addiction.

The elven queen simply smiles smugly as she struts towards them, then she stops at a bit of a distance away and offers her hand for the polite elven greeting, forcing them to awkwardly scramble towards her to kiss her hand.

When it's Masochist's turn, she holds his head by his sensitive ear and prevents him from actually kissing her hand because he'd definitely take the opportunity to give her perfect skin a long, wet one.

"Hngh, thank you," he softly moans as she squeezes his ear.

"That's all you're getting," Yunia states with a condescending tone, then releases him.

At least the others don't dare to be as bold as he was with their greetings.

"You all took your time coming to meet me," Yunia coldly states, and her stern glare makes Masochist slightly happy for a split second.

But Little Pomp grins proudly and announces, "Well, our families are spread all over the territories, so talking to all of them was a pain, not to mention convincing them to ally with you."

"Oh…? I see…" Yunia hums softly as she crosses her arms, sounding very pleased, then she turns to us and starts the introductions.

Since we aren't elves, and we have a higher social standing, Hana and I just offer handshakes while the other wives give curtsies, and they decide to not play any tricks with us, which is a wise decision considering that there's a dragon, a dragonkin, and a weredragon in our family. You just don't fuck with dragons if you aren't ready to get bitten.

"The tales surrounding your family paint an interesting picture, your Highness Wolf," Little Pomp casually remarks as he stares at me.

"Hopefully they speak well of us, right?" I graciously reply, but Pomp just raises his eyebrows and remains silent. "Right…?" I squeak with a grin, and we both laugh.

"Expect elves to be elves," Shadow cryptically answers.

"Because of course, the other races see the elves in a good light just like we see them," Yunia wryly retorts, and we chuckle lightly.

"Monsters born from tales weren't made to be imitations," Ciel sagely declares.

And Pomp slowly nods as he matches her wisdom with the Seeker's motto, "'The search for Truth is never-ending.'"

The God of Destruction uses humanoid tales as inspiration for their monsters, but they never come out as copies because that's not the God's intention. In our case, the tales spread about us were never meant to represent reality.

The Seekers of Truth work by questioning people, but even if nobody ever lies, a person's recollection is always faulty, so they'll never know the perfect, unbiased, and complete Truth.

"You certainly don't have the 'Intelligence' or 'Wisdom' to speak of philosophy to a scholar like His Highness Wolf," Imp dryly states, his eyes narrowed in disdain.

Pomp gives me a pained smile as he apologetically requests, "Please forgive him for his rudeness. He was born with such an ugly, un-elven face that he has grown quite rebellious and unbalanced."

Imp angrily licks his lips and glares at Pomp's back. "Suck his dick harder," he whispers threateningly.

Pomp slow turns around with grace, like a dancer spinning on his heels as he's showered with flowers and cheers, then his pretty even face warps in the widest, smuggest grin my innocent mind thought possible, becoming like a caricature of an elf, an affront to their undeniable beauty, yet a perfect fit for his next words, "No… you…" he expertly ripostes.

I close my eyes in happiness while I feel a great disturbance in my [Bind], as if seven wives suddenly cried out in terror and were suddenly silenced.

Pomp slowly sips from his glass as he stares at the fuming Imp, daring him to one-up his banter.

"Told you they're clowns," Yunia wryly states through [Bind], very much enjoying their bit.

But Shadow gently interjects, "Let's stop these childish antics here. There's a line of nobles wanting to greet the royals."

After a moment of tension, the two friends drop the hostility and harmlessly smile while staring daggers at each other, their eyes promising a continuation in the near future.

"You know they're good friends when they can joke like that," Roxanne warmly remarks and glances at Yunia.

"Yes, 'joke'…" Imp dryly replies.

Pomp laughs and glances at Imp, then cheerfully agrees, "Haha, good friends, indeed."

And Masochist exposes them both, "They're always together, so don't let their [Acting] fool you. They just love to annoy each other."

"Yes, I did miss their little bouts of verbal jousting, but anyway, we'll talk later," Yunia casually affirms, and we take our leave.

"They're the perfect friends for someone like her," Alissa comments through [Bind], and we silently agree while Yunia just ignores her.

We don't actively pursue greeting anyone else, but we do let them approach us. Once Silvina comes in, I make an exception for her and give her a quick greeting. The gentle elven woman doesn't seem to be interested in getting too involved with us, but I'll keep a candle lit for her in case she ever feels lonely. She's also a good, kind person, so she deserves to be treated with respect, and I'd love nothing more than to give a woman like her the best orgasm she ever had, repeatedly.

We don't want to piss off the elven nobles, so we keep the feast limited to warriors, which means that Oritiki and Kaatohe are welcome, but not the rest of the Chimera aristocracy.

I think it's easier to keep warrior and non-warrior nobles separate than to convince Avgin nobility that non-warrior nobles aren't just glorified merchants. We might just keep warrior-exclusive feasts like this one few and far between so that the aristocrats don't feel excluded.

What an annoying balancing act.

Just as my mind starts to gloss over the names of nobles, the girls and I feel a small shock on our fingers as our Emergency Rings activate. A glance at it tells us that the white gem has become yellowed, a warning from our Lordsguard that something is going on.

Alissa scans the guests, and she easily spots the problem. One of the guests is staring at us with thinly-veiled anger, the small vial pendant hanging from his neck alarms Yunia once she recognizes that it contains ashes.

Elves sometimes cremate their loved ones, but they always bury the ashes under a High Tree, except for when they've sworn revenge because the avenger will keep the deceased's ashes on their person so that their spirit can witness the act.

The mature elven man glaring at us looks like a typical pretty elf, though his eyes look very tired, and his face is marked with the creases of a long-held scowl. The most disconcerting thing about him is that none of us have any idea who he is, not even Yunia.

He suddenly grips the vial, then begins advancing towards us. The Lordsguard have him nearly surrounded already, so he won't get far, but then Ereia suddenly appears at his side and firmly grips his arm, pulling him to a halt.

"Signeur Pedoro, is it not time to let your son rest?" She melancholically asks, a sympathetic frown on her gentle face.

Pedoro glares at her and tries to gently pull his arm away, but she doesn't let it go. "What do you know, girl? What do you know of pain?" He growls at her, his eyes filled with contempt.

"I know that it makes us irrational…" She bitterly replies, then her voice lowers, and Alissa struggles to hear her stern whisper, "and that blood feuds are not the elven way."

Pedoro scoffs and looks forward, but his eyes meet with Oritiki's, then he notices that he's surrounded, and he lowers his head as his anger starts to boil over. "I'll show you the elven way," he grumbles to Ereia, then raises his head and glares at me in the eye as he shouts in unhinged rage, "HOW DID YOU SURVIVE?! HOW DID YOU SURVIVE THE INNOCENT NYMPH?!"

Oh… fuck!

The party goes silent as everyone realizes that something serious is going on. Yunia's mind goes into overdrive as she starts calculating an optimal response, but Ciel protests heavily against it because she doesn't want us to lie.

And there's only one answer to his question.

"We ran," I stoically confess, not a single drop of shame in my tone.

The fire in his eyes loses some of its strength as he didn't expect me to outright admit it. "Everyone was sleeping! You're the only one who even saw the heretics!" He continues accusingly.

I summon a dozen colorful birds and a dozen different dogs in an instant. "I'm a summoner! I have eyes everywhere, at all times!" I shout composedly and extend my arms, then the birds and dogs scatter and hide, but they leave their little beaks and snouts poking out to make a point. "As an adventurer who's slept in the wild so often, keeping my summons out has become second nature to me, and that habit is what saved us from the heretics."

Pedoro's anger falters as he becomes lost now that his questions have been answered, making him realize that there was nothing especially suspicious about us. We survived the attack by mere chance.

He grips his head and shakes it in disbelief. "But why… wh-…" He stops himself as he suddenly realizes something, then he stares at me again as a new suspicion grows in his eyes. "In five months, you went from being a respected fellowship to high-leveled Lords. An unbelievable amount of growth in such a short time."

"Arreira's dungeon was special, and he himself helped us grow this much," I affirm and start walking towards him.

Then Pedoro's eyes widen as he starts to rant, growing more agitated with each rambling word, "Three Blessings, one Intervention, unbelievable growth, envious amount of talent. You're a Hero! And the heretics wanted to kill you before you could threaten them!"

I walk past the Lordsguard and Oritiki moves out of the way so that I can stand face to face with him. "And we ran in fear!" I shout angrily, the intensity of my glare making him cower for a second. "Weak as we were, we wouldn't be able to stand for even a second against a group of people who could cast [Meteor] so quickly! So we ran in search of protection, we ran towards Crown Lord Confiel, who took us under his canopy."

I look back, and my eyes meet with Yunia's, then she nods slowly, finally approving of the angle I'm going for.

I continue with a loving tone, "Then I met Yulania, one of the women who now hold the keys to my heart." I smile warmly at her, then I turn back to Pedoro and harden my expression again. "And we entered the dungeon Legado together, braving its perils, conquering its challenges, growing to such an extent that we've become different people altogether! Look at me! Look at what I've become!" I extend my arms and raise my thick tail, then I switch to my dragon form, drawing gasps from the nobles.

This form is not only taller and much more intimidating than my humanoid form but also incredibly physically resistant, so I walk right up to him and press my draconic snout against his forehead, now confident that a mere noble like him wouldn't be able to even slightly hurt me anymore.

"The attack on the Innocent Nymph was the turning point of my life. It was then that I realized that I wouldn't be able to hide from my Fate, that I had to rise even higher than I could see, grow far stronger than I ever thought possible."

Then I grab his shoulders with my draconic hands and squeeze as I shout, "But I swore to never let the heretics have their way again! I'll hunt down the Godsdamned scum one by one until the end of my days! I'll take the Fate they've forced upon me and thrive!" I huff, and smoke and flame puff out of my nostrils for a second, then I stand on my hind legs and spread my majestic wings for stability. "Dawn of Fire was just the beginning! I'll fulfill my role as a Lord and a royal, but I'll go further and beyond! I'll bring glory to the High Forest, or I'll perish trying!"

"My father was deposed for opposing change, and I'll make sure that his death wasn't in vain!" Yunia seizes the opportunity to bring the topic back to us.

And Hana sends the last message, infusing [Intimidate] into her voice as it booms through the crowd, "The Ryder family will earn their title of royals!"

"Sun guide us!" The Lordsguard shout our motto, then we cheer and resume the party while Ereia forcefully drags Pedoro away.