Chapter 33.5 - The Exploring

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A dull ache was gripping my heart, as soft, stinging tears slowly flowed down my face. I tried to hold back the feeling, somehow deny it, believe that it didn't matter, that I knew it wasn’t real from the start...

But tears kept flowing, heedless of my desperate efforts.

Anxiously painful feeling of a loss threatened to engulf me, augmented by all the little pains that came from my body - stinging sensation from the nose, burning from my throat and lungs, as well as relentless headache coming seemingly from just behind my eyes.

I hugged my knees, leaning against the wall, my hands gripping the bottle with a persistent effort, clinging to the false hope that it offered... -’ That he cared... ‘ A wistful thought appeared as I put my forehead against a smooth, sleek surface of the bottle, blindly looking for marginal relief offered by the slight coolness of the glass.

A raw feeling of loneliness…

The tears continued, equilibrium left by the years of uncaring, shallow existence shattered…

Abruptly, my eyes flew open, sharp thoughts rushing through my mind. I shook my head while a hollow, dry laugh escaped my throat painfully. It was liberating, to once again remember my resolution.

My hands slowly and meticulously began to uncork the bottle, while I chastised myself for the outburst. I could feel my lips curling in a self depreciating, cynical smile. -' As the stories go, there should be a trauma from the past, a lost loved one or accidents... ' I mused.

-” ...but there’s nothing. “ I whispered softly as a final tear streamed from my eye. -” I am just left behind by the passage of years. “ I thought, reminiscing all relationships of the past that had grown cold and distant over time.

I lifted the bottle up, appreciating its dark, cloudy surface which hid a shining liquid inside. There was a thin and glowing mist slowly wafting from the top. -’ To the faithless loneliness… Carpe diem as they say. ‘ I did a mocking toast, celebrating my old resolution, to not care about anything anymore, and drank what I believed to be some sort of healing draught.

The effect was tremendous. A sweet, cinnamony smell permeated my nose, bringing instant relief to the piercing ache. I was surprised by the texture because content of the bottle turned out to be more like a thick vapor rather than a liquid. I could feel a cool, refreshing sensation racking my body, making it shiver with a sudden, invigorating pulse that purged all the pains.

As fast as it appeared the cool feeling was gone, making way to a soft mellow sensation of warmth and satisfaction. My muscles relaxed smoothly, sprawling me on the floor with an involuntary soft smile appearing on my face, I barely managed to put a stopper back in the bottle, fighting to save the remaining contents. I quickly forgotten about it as I lounged in a sensation, which was almost like that magical moment after massage, but better...

Slowly, the warm feeling receded, leaving me lying on an uncomfortably hard wooden floor. The smell of the cinnamon was gone, giving way to a much more atrocious odor. I didn’t have to wonder what, or rather who, was the source of the smell. Urged by it, I quickly grabbed the bottle and rose to my feet. My hand fumbled for a latch and the door flew open, exposing a sizable room.

The chamber was big and square, the walls had a wooden paneling while the floor was covered by a thick red carpet, everything was illuminated by the familiar lanterns made of magic, gems and mirrors. My gaze quickly skimmed over the furniture, consisting of lush sofa and lavishly looking chairs that surrounded a large ornamental table, all made of redwood. There were doors on left and right, both opened widely. To my surprise I was able to pick out a distinct smell of water despite my own disgusting stench.

Without hesitation, I went into the chamber, closing the door behind me, and made my way towards the open doorway, which was bound to lead to a bathroom.

I was surprised when I looked inside, the bathroom was even bigger than the main room and round instead of rectangular, also, everything was covered with slabs of gray stone, possibly granite, instead of wood. The floor was smooth, while the walls had intricate carvings that depicted whirly shapes. Above, there was a domed ceiling, created by a cross vault, at a highest point, where the arches intersected, a big, metal disc was placed. It shone with a soft, golden light that removed the coldness expected of stone, making the room feel warm instead.

Enchanted, I wandered inside, noticing a ridiculously big, metal tub standing in the middle of the room, my eyes traveled over intricate, abstract shapes carved into it. As I got closer I realized that the wet sensation in my nose was caused by a steam slowly wafting from the round tub, water inside seemed to be heated up, though I couldn’t locate anything that could have filled or heated it.

I shook my head in disbelief, quickly scanning the rest of the bathroom. There were drains covered by decorative gratings and a big metal mirror, which was no less than twice my size and framed with gold, I had a suspicion that it was made of meticulously polished silver.

I was brought back to reality when I saw my reflection, which shown an irresistibly cute girl, who was haggard beyond belief. -’ If they were filming a Tv spot on war struck refugees, I could live a decent life if I got a penny for every pound donated. ‘ I wondered briefly while looking at my hair, which looked like some kind of underbrush animated by a strange kind of foreboding magic.

I wanted to head for the tub straight away, but one thought about dirtying the water, and then soaking in it, made me reconsider. -’ I want to get rid of the smell, not bask in it! ‘ I shook my head and smiled as my gaze wandered to a stool and several buckets of steaming water, which were conspicuously placed near the mirror, likely meant for that very purpose.

My hand reached for the clasp of the cloak and hesitated briefly, a thought about staying in dirt caked clothing for a moment longer quickly rid the hesitation out of me. A brown-green rag of the cape fell to the floor, soon followed by the stiff tunic, which was so dirty that it could likely serve as a light armor of some kind.

I reached for the belt, my gaze accidentally traveling down, showing me small, shapely mounds below. With rapid exhalation I quickly closed my eyes, focusing on unhooking the belt and the pouch, they hit the ground with a dull thud. I tried to focus, to not think about prominent, pink points that topped enticing hills of pale flesh. An unknown, fuzzy feeling appeared...

-’ On a second thought, it is similar to the strange sensation that I had during riding… ‘ I shook my head forcefully, to banish the thought, and brought the worn out breeches down my legs quickly, trying not to dwell on the fact. Finally liberated from the chaffing sensation I marveled for a second over shiver wreathing feeling of nakedness.

-’ Get a grip. ‘ I chastised myself and took a deep breath that suddenly made me forget about the anxiety, due to the hateful smell that prodded me into action.  Next to the mirror there was a stone niche and, inside it, I found an array of glass bottles of different shapes, colors and sizes as well as a neat pile of soap bars. After a brief experiment I found a herbal remedy which seemed to be similar to a shampoo.

The minutes passed in a flurry of motion as I rinsed, washed and shampooed my hair over and over again. Each time dissatisfied with a weaker and weaker, but still prominent, odor of the sewer filth, which I could smell despite strong lavender scent of the shampoo. After an umpteenth time I finally got rid of the smell in my hair and sat down on the stool, tired.

Pouring buckets of water over myself to rinse the lavender smelling shampoo removed some of the grime from my body, making the odor less distinct. I dreaded the exercise in self control that was ahead of me as I reached for the soap bar.

Inadvertently, I sneaked a peek at the mirror, there was a cute girl there, looking back at me. For the first time I actually looked at myself. For a brief moment I thought about turning back, but couldn’t, my gaze glued to the image.

To a soft, convex curve of the jaw, that drew the reality of the heart shaped face, to a tiny, straight nose, which was just so slightly curved back to give out a mischievous and cute impression. And, finally, to big, black eyes, which seemed like an abyss that one could almost drown in, if not for their fierce and willful look; one could wonder where the strength that fueled them came from, as the owner of those eyes was so small and petite that a mere thought about any kind of strife bordered on abuse.

Slim, almost childlike frame, was accented by a small curves that roused one's imagination with alluring hints where others would likely put an obscene banners. The smooth, ivory skin had an almost unreal quality to it, one would sooner believe that it was some work of art, created to best the reality, rather than a living being.

I swallowed slowly, enchanted. There was something like a stifling sensation gripping my lower body.

I blinked in anticipation, looking at a thin arm slowly traveling upwards, to a small mound of pale flesh culminated by a little, pink peak. The arm hesitated, scared by the unknown. The sight was so erotic that my thoughts seemed to turn into jumble.

It was strange… I felt like… -’ ...a girl. ‘ I registered the implications for the first time…

My hand cupped the breast, a feeling of yielding softness was accompanied by a sudden flutter in my stomach. Unnoticed, my other hand joined in, and I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation. Focused on delicate squeezes I couldn’t stop myself from languishing in the motions, soft touch on my fingers was matched by a corresponding pressure on my chest, it was entrancing, but at the same time, somehow fleeting and unsatisfying.

My movements grew a bit stronger, more insistent, but nothing changed apart from my breath, which, I don’t know when, grew fast and shallow. I could feel the anticipation growing, together with a numbing, stifling sensation below my bellybutton.

I opened my eyes and looked at the reflection, suddenly embarrassed. I held my breath upon seeing a shy, beet red girl cupping her breasts and sitting on a stool with her knees joined and ankles crossed. The image was both irresistibly indecent and innocent at the same time, and an electrifying sensation rushed over my back as I shivered unwittingly.

Standing at a brink of the forbidden gate made me hesitate again, I didn’t want to spoil the image, of the girl that I had in my mind, with a mere lust. -’ No, I shouldn’t... this is wrong… she wouldn’t... ‘ I thought in desperation.

I rose to my feet, abruptly realizing an absence to which I have unnoticeably grown used to over time, still it became apparent due to an itching sensation in my lower body; a sensation that wasn’t subsiding, on the contrary, it was intensifying. I put a hand over my belly and I could feel my breath held back by the tension and anticipation, the image was doing the same, placing a hand just above a cute, hairless mound.

The tightness in my chest and fluttering in my stomach were unbearable, and I could feel the iron grip of my willpower slipping, defeated by need. The fear of losing something, which held me back until then, seemed to melt, vanquished by my wicked curiosity.

I turned away from the mirror, trying to walk away, but it didn’t change the fact that the part of me had lost. To a wickedly mischievous thought that found a loophole in my desperate line of defense, which I had used until then. -’ It will be like being a girl… exploring for a first time… ‘ With the embarrassing thought came a sudden bout of nervous shyness that made my face flush.

Anxiously, I approached the tub and hesitated, vividly aware of the twin prominent peaks on my chest. With sudden resolve, I hefted one leg over the edge of the tub, deciding on submerging, hiding myself in the water. Doing it that way seemed less indecent and more… -’ …natural. ‘ I mused desperately. A marvelous sensation of the water traveled over my skin as a warm liquid  slowly enveloped my body. I sat down in the tub, resting my back on a surprisingly warm metal, and an involuntary sigh of relief escaped my mouth.

-’ How would one… ‘ I wondered, briefly, as the answer seemed evident to my fingers, which traveled to my breasts, kneading them gently. This sparked another bout of flutter in my lower body. Soon my fingers switched targets and started lightly pinching on my nipples, I could feel the muscles clenching deep inside me, below my bellybutton.

My head went back as a sparking, numbing sensation appeared. It was an alien feeling, which felt like a small lightning coming from my nipples and resonating briefly in my lower body, leaving needful sensation behind. It made me greedy and wild, so I pinched my nipples harder, seeking to make the feeling stronger, but the needy action, which made me sore, only served to stifle the feeling in my lower body. Discouraged by pain, I returned to gentler pinches and rubs, which seemed to bear better results.

I bit my lip in anticipation, with each movement I could feel my pulse spiking, accompanied by a resounding, burning electricity answering from my loins. My hands cupped, rubbed, rolled and stroked, bringing out waves of pleasure, still, I didn't dare to reach down, somehow scared and overwhelmed by unfamiliar sensations.

-’ I didn’t expect that the girls breasts could be so sensitive… ‘ I thought briefly but the urge and the lack of focus made me forget it instantly. I could feel the need building up inside me and, finally, I couldn’t contain myself.

I reached down, with my left hand, while still rolling a nipple with my right one. My eyes were shut while the hand went between my legs, I felt my whole body freezing in anxious anticipation, while my fingers passed over a soft and smooth mound.

I could feel them, grazing gently against the lips. Making me instantly forget about everything other than the gentle stroke trailing my skin. It traveled down, then up, and then, the motion repeated itself, making my breath heavy and warm.

I pressed in stronger, slowly going down, pressing on a slit between the lips. -’ Down. And up. ‘ I mused as the fingers at my feet curled from the pleasure, an overwhelming feeling washed over my body, making me shiver with purring sensation.

I continued up and down motion slowly, almost torturously, marveling at the enjoyment it brought. Then, I remembered about a certain spot. Experimentally, my fingers went up and found it, hidden between the lips.

-” I! “ A small, cute yelp escaped me as my whole body went taut, at a delightful, but unbearably raw sensation that seemed like a bolt of electricity. I reminded myself that I could breath and loosened my muscles.

Determined, I clenched my teeth and tried to rub it again, somehow holding my voice down while my fingers brushed and explored the place. I found a tiny expanse of skin hiding a small, pearl sized bit within, I stroked it and my back arched, the sensation was so raw that it hurt, but, at the same time, it was like a strike of electricity that jumbled my thoughts with unbearable delight. I think that I blanked out for a second.

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I tried to force it, to endure, to rub again and again. -’ It should work that way. It worked in my old… ‘ I thought in desperation as I pressed down with my two fingers, trying to rub the spot.

But the sensation was unbearably raw. I tried and tried, but it only made me more and more wild, the pleasure was held back by a nearly as painful sensation, both weren’t leading me anywhere and my efforts bore only one fruit - frustration. Finally, I stopped and let out a despaired breath, trying to ignore stiff nipples, and fluttering and itching sensation that seemed to permeate my lower body.

It was torturous and embarrassing, to just lay there flustered and out of breath. -’ This is so stupid and miserable... ‘ I thought self deprecatingly, especially when I realized that my hand was still inadvertently and indecently cupping the soft, smooth mound between my thighs, causing small jolts of numbing pleasure that made my back shiver.

With a sudden stroke of inspiration I began caressing my lower lips and the slit between. Almost instantly, I felt a fluttering sensation returning, it made me cramp down deep within with a barely contained lust. Sensual, continued motions seemed to drive in something that earlier, forceful approach couldn’t.

My hand sped up, making small ripples appear on the surface of the water, but my attention focused solely on a growing feeling within. There was something coming and my movements seemed to slowly bring it out.

My hand traveled up and down, caressing my slit, then, as if mischievously, lightly stroking my clit, which sparked a brief lighting, but a light caress didn’t result in the previous painful reaction. My hand continued to tease my lower lips, while periodically stroking at that magical place, which made my inner muscles spasm in sync, clenching with pure, vehement need.

My movements sped up again and my mind went numb, overwhelmed by what felt like a thunderstorm, lightning impacts from the clit racked my whole body and wiped my mind blank. I could feel my back going taut, my body arching due to the intense feeling. My hips were forced over the surface of the water, and my hand started causing sloshing sounds that echoed in the big room. My eyes opened briefly, showing me impossibly cute and lustful picture that engraved itself deeply in my mind, it felt like a blessing that was not meant for me.

My head was forced forward as my shoulders pressed against the side of the tub, my body arched into a bridge as my feet straightened on tiptoes and locked into an almost painful position. Meanwhile my fingers moved quickly, deftly, and regularly, striking the place that shocked me to the very core with a piercing, raw and numbing sensation. For a moment I felt like something was missing, but then, as if woken, my other hand started pinching my nipple and everything was engulfed by a blood curdling shiver of delight that raced through my whole body.

My breath was so short that it was impossible to distinguish when I was inhaling and exhaling, the water threatened to choke me at any moment as the surface almost reached my mouth. The feeling of something wonderful coming intertwined into a shivering, mellowing culmination that undeniably approached. My fingers traveled relentlessly, rubbing and caressing my lower parts, stroking that spot over and over, again and again, bringing out a sweet numbness in my body that forced me closer and closer to the edge of the unknown, and then…

*Rattle*

*Creak*

-” Ai! “ I let out a surprised yelp when a sudden sound startled me, making my body reflexively clench with fear and embarrassment. The abrupt feelings somehow pushed away the tenacious edge of discovery, cruelly wringing it out of my reach and I fell back into the water with a splash. My breath was short, the chest tight and the face flushed, all due to effort and lust.

-” Hurry up, Live. We are late! “ Head Maid’s chastising voice could be heard over the sound of a door opening to a nearby room. -” Lady’s bath can’t wait! “

-’ I forgot to close the bathroom door! ‘ A panicked thought appeared in my mind, as I still tried to recover from what had happened; my hands incoherently fumbled to cover my nakedness, but only inadvertently caressed my erect nipples and needful lower body, making me realize how close, and impossibly far, the fulfillment was.

A dread descended on me as the trio entered the bathroom and I felt my mind going blank.

-” Milady, are you feeling unwell? “ Clothilde's worried voice broke me out of a stupor, allowing me to bring my arms up and hug myself modestly, while she approached. -”  You are flushed, was the water too hot? “ She asked and placed a hand in the tub. -” Hm, seems alright. “ She murmured.

-” N-n...I meant, t-that I am well. “ I fumbled and Clothilde gave me a measuring look, which almost made me want to die from embarrassment. -’ Please, please, please, don’t assume the most obvious… ‘ I shut my eyes, which stung with tears of humiliation, and begged silently, shivering and hugging myself in shame.

I was startled when a hand rested on my head, patting it gently. -” Don’t worry, Master isn’t that upset. “ Surprised, I opened my eyes and looked up at Clothilde, twin wet trails traveling down my cheeks. -” The recent events had been...trying, and his...dissatisfaction turned out to be more extreme than intended. “ Clothilde said comfortingly, then suddenly she stopped the petting, took on an official attitude, and grabbed a strand of my hair. -”I see, the hair’s done. “ Clothilde muttered under her breath as she examined the strand and then she said commandingly. -” Ollie, Live take care of the arms, I will wash the Lady’s back. “

I wanted to protest, but words froze on my lips, silenced by Clothilde’s non-nonsense attitude and knowledge that any kind of resistance would be met with full scrutiny that I had no chance of passing. -’ Why haven’t I washed myself fully first! ‘ I despaired, fully aware what the reason was, meanwhile other maids grabbed my arms, pulled them apart and exposed one of the reasons. I felt my face flush when Ollie, who must have misunderstood, gave my exposed chest a cursory glance, and whispered. -” They are cute, Milady. Nothing to be ashamed off… “

-’ Just kill me now. ‘ I thought as I flushed even harder and closed my eyes, ashamed by the comment.

-” Khem. “ Clothilde gave out a chastising grunt, making Ollie instantly return to soaping my arm. Without warning, Head Maid’s hands rested on my shoulders and started massaging them insistently, with slow and strong motions.

-’ This is different than usual… ‘ I almost asked, but one glance behind me stopped the words from leaving my surprised lips, which got frozen by a sight of a slight, motherly smile on Clothilde’s face. -’ She wants to comfort me. ‘ I realized.

I sighed and turned away, urged by insistent motions that continued to almost painfully pressure my tense shoulder muscles. I resigned myself to the caress, while trying to stop myself from rubbing my thighs together to stave of an itching and needful sensation in my nether regions.

I tried not to think about my nipples that begged for attention, while Clothilde’s hands traveled up and down my back, oscillating between gentle and hard strokes; meanwhile Ollie and Live started to work on the muscles of my upper arms, squeezing them and rubbing them interchangeably. The realization hit me when a sudden shiver of pleasure ran through my body, making my inner muscles clench in a place below my belly button.

As much as I closed my eyes and curled within myself, I couldn’t deny the fact that I was getting aroused. I fought hard to control my breath, while the muscles in my back tensed from my efforts, only to be mercilessly turned into a mellow mush by Clothilde’s  skillful fingers, causing waves of pleasure.

It was an uphill battle and when Clothilde hit a spot on the small of my back, which made my whole body go taut and caused a small yelp to escape my mouth, I finally broke. Self conscious and shamed beyond belief.

I forcefully retracted my hands, to hug myself, and moved to the middle of the tub, to distance myself from the maids ministrations. My whole face and upper body were hot from embarrassment. I clutched my sides, scared by the inevitable contempt, when the maids finally figure out what was happening. -’ T-thats the most humiliating thing ever… ‘ I despaired and shivered with my eyes closed and tearful, waiting for the unavoidable fate.

-” W-what happened? “ There was an astonishment and a bit of doubt, maybe even hurt,  in Clothilde’s voice.

-” She certainly reacted differently from usual. “ Ollie observed lively.

-” Do you think… “ Live started and I could feel my heart stopping in anxiety, as I could almost feel her gaze resting on me inquisitively.

-” What do you mean? “ Clothlide asked, in a manner unusual for her, I could hear a slight sound of movement from Live, as if she making a sort of gesture, which was followed by a loud breath let out by Clothilde. -” Really? But there’s no blood… “

-” Blood? “ My thoughts were so jumbled that I asked out aloud, without registering the implications, and looked up, with dumbfounded expression on my face.

-” So the elves don’t bleed during the moon… “ Clothilde murmured, coming to her own conclusions, and something strange must have happened, because her face instantly mellowed into an apologetic expression and her attitude changed. -” I am sorry, Milady. Please come hither and we will wrap this up quickly. “ Somehow her voice was both remorseful and comforting at the same time, and I found myself unwittingly lured into the warmth it offered.

It was one big misunderstanding, but I would be sooner found dead rather than making that particular clarification. The promised ministrations turned out to be much more extensive than expected, but as they were done in non-nonsense manner I was somehow able to endure washing and toweling, along with a part where they quickly massaged some sort of sweet smelling oil all over my body.

Then came the part where they sitted me in front of the mirror, in which I could easily see my shameful bits, and brushed my hair. I bore it as well, simply by closing my eyes, breathing deeply, trying not to think about… certain things.

Eventually, the ordeal concluded and I was put into a nightgown and panties, both made of silk, but that part compared with other ones seemed like a trifle.

The problem came next, when Clothilde escorted me to a bedroom. Ragged and frustrated , I barely noticed what was going on when Clothilde helped me under the covers, making sure that I rest on my back. Then she took a thick, towel like pad and placed it under the thin nightgown, on my belly.

-” What…” I started in surprise, but before I could finish Clothilde already began to fit the covers around me.

-” Shush. “ She interrupted in a soft, caring voice. -” This will keep you warm, you just have to rest. Milady. “ The milady part came out unexpectedly late, but what I was engrossed in was a feeling of warmth coming from the pad, which must have been intended for that very purpose, and sheer strangeness of the situation I found myself in.

The lights were dimmed and Clothilde sat on a nearby padded armchair. -” If you need something please let me know, I will attend to your comforts, Milady. “ She said, as I was about to object, and reclined, turning into an image of dutifulness.

I shut my mouth and pondered the situation for a second, gripping feeling in my lower body and slight press of the covers on my breasts not helping my concentration in the slightest. -’ If I ask her to leave… wait… what am I doing? ‘ If not for the covers my hand surely would have found my face, in a typical face palm gesture. -’ Did I just wonder about sending the maid away to do...myself in… ‘ I shook my head in trepidation. -’ Not to mention that she would probably stand at a door… same as the others…in an earshot... ‘ One last thought made my cheeks vehemently hot, and my stomach fuzzy. -’ I doubt that I can be quiet enough… ‘

I clenched my hands, to stop them from exploring, and tried to fall asleep, but faced with an embarrassing discomfort, and insatiable need, I soon gave up and decided that it's better to log out. Though, after considering the situation, I settled for a soft logout option, which would leave my body behind...

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The metal ring was returning  to its resting place while my thoughts wandered around the recent events, focused on avoiding most them. -” By my estimation I should have around six hours of in game time, so two hours here should be enough to get a bath and something to eat and… “

With a plan in mind, I opened the cover and went over the tasks that I set for myself. Soon, I breezed past all of the mundane activities and returned to the capsule, intent on using the lobby.

-” Damn. “ I soon found out that certain activities were not allowed there.

-” What a bust… “ I sighed in annoyance after hearing an impassive voice of the Ai, which informed me that certain activities had to be blocked out in a half immersive environment of the lobby and that I should use full immersive environment of the game if I wanted to proceed. -” Well being my ass. Even override does not work! “ I cursed and left the capsule, to resolve the problem in a traditional way.

Though, I soon found out that the traditional way proved out to be surprisingly dull and unsatisfying, despite ample incentives that I have received in game...

[...or maybe because of them…]

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Hey~, Author’s here~

[And Narrator too!]

today I am presenting you a chapter…

[My chapter!]

...which I wanted to write for a longest time.

[It was my idea!]

But I was the one actually writing it!

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May I remind you who’s going to end up beaten and bloody, real soon?

[Iiik, scary. I just remembered some skavens that badly need killing… and it was my idea!]

So…

[And chapter!]

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So, back on topic, this chapter took a lot of effort, research time and resources, but I can proudly say that being an Overlord sure is great - artifacts, magic and research opportunities come in handy when you want to portray something elusive with pinpoint accuracy…

Anyway, the chapter’s out for anyone to read. You can shower me with praise now, or not, I don’t care, because I won’t be able to hear you either way, over a sound of how awesome am I.

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Ps Due to the time this chapter took chapter 34 will be delayed.

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