Goes to Ken

"Haha..."

A laugh echoed in my ears, a voice of a woman, and it was exquisite, it disappeared as soon as it appeared.

Who? My eyes swept the hall, except for the corpses, I saw no one.

Was it my feeling? Probably it was, I decided to abandon the thought and exited the hall.

"How?"

When I opened the door; Olga, Chloe, and the other Dark Elves had been waiting, I gave them a smile.

"It's done."

"I see..." Olga didn't express much joy, the Savage Race was her army, after all, their deaths were naturally her loss.

But on the other side, she felt much more relieved, it's because the time between she left the room and I came out wasn't long, probably didn't cross five minutes marker, which means I was powerful, and that gave her confidence.

"You know... if you are this powerful, why don't we just go attack Celestine's people and conquer the south?" Chloe said, there was a hint of respect in her tone, she's a fighter too, she understood the importance of strength.

Maybe she had a bit of crush on me, hehe, okay I was being overconfident.

"War is not always the answer, in fact, peace isn't attained with war, but through the reorganization after the war..." I said.

There was no such a thing as total surrender, the side who had been defeated would never let it go, they would always remember the side who won and bore grudge against them. That's why the repercussion of the war was much dangerous than the actual war itself, at war, you know your enemy, but when the war was over, your enemy would hide in your clothing and wait for an opportunity to skin your body.

Even if you decided to execute all, there would always be someone who gets away, and then either them or their descendants would soon return and reclaimed what was their right.

So the war was the last option; when words no longer enough, and when the discussion no longer effective, it's the swords talking then.

"I didn't cut off their heads, can I hand that task to your people?" I shifted my attention to Olga.

"Of course, they are your people too now, you're their king," Olga softly said, the Dark Elves nodded in confirmation.

"Thank you."

"Let's go clean yourself first," Olga extended her hand toward me, right, I was drenched with blood, funnily, I was accustomed to the smell that it didn't bother me at all. I nodded in response and grasped her hand, it was soft.

"What's next?" Olga said while we walking side by side alone.

"We go to Ken and meet Celestine."

Olga showed slight discomfort.

"What's wrong?" I couldn't help but smile.

"No, it's just... I never really face to face with Celestine."

"Aw, did the Queen nervous?"

"No! Who... who nervous... I am just... you know, awkward, after all, we are enemies, yet... we haven't met at all..." Olga said in an almost whispering tone.

I curled the corner of my lips and glanced at her curling ass, although she changed her dress, it's still tight clothing, the plumpness was printed clearly.

"You know... we are a newly married couple, we should do the most important business..."

"More important than meeting Celestine?" Olga wrinkled her eyes, but when she saw the lust in mine, she understood, her cheeks somewhat turned red.

I took my hand off hers and extended it toward her rear, seizing the plumpness and frivolously groping them as the dress became a mess.

"Ah!" Olga yelped, she lost her balance, but I quickly supported her.

"Nice texture, you really deserve the Queen title ~" I whispered, I knew the elf was quite weak in the ears, dark elf was no different.

Olga's cheeks became even redder, she could sense the hotness of my body and couldn't help the rise of her sensitivity.

My hand felt comfortable with the touch, the urge to tear the dress apart and infringed the skin directly cross my mind, but I didn't do it.

"You want to do it now?" I whispered again.

Olga didn't answer, but she buried her face on my chest, most likely ashamed.

I took my hand off her ass, I knew she would be quite emotional when I asked her in that manner, so I allowed her to calm down.

"Do you want it?" after a while, Olga regained her composure, she glanced at me with slight apprehension.

My expression became soft, I lifted my hand and rubbed her cheek, said, "I want it the most, but if you are not ready, then I won't force you."

"Everything happens too quickly, can you give me a bit more time?"

"Of course, take it as long as you wish," I nodded, and then we continued to walk to the bathroom.

"By the way Olga, can you give me more explanations about the situation on Eos?"

"As I said, Eos has two sides, the South and the North, each side respectively dominated by the intelligent race and the savage race."

"What about east and west?"

"If you're talking about the continent, yes, there are more regions in the east and west, the east was controlled by the Dragon Emperor, while the west was controlled by King Hector, which in affiliation with Celestine."

"I take it the Dragon Emperor not so keen on being pals with Celestine?"

"They adopt different religions..." Olga chuckled, she said, "in this continent, there are two major religions; those who believe in Goddess Larentia and those who believe in God Pangu, the God that the east people worship."

Larentia... Pangu... so they both were here... no wonder they were missing from the line of Fake Gods.

But if they could cross into different worlds, there was a chance their strength had broken through the universe layer.

"Were the Goddess Larentia and the God Pangu fought one another?"

Olga shook her head, "Goddess Larentia and God Pangu respect one another, in history, they even work together to seal a malice entity."

"What malice entity?"

"I don't know, there is no clear record describing the detail."

"..." I thought about it for a while, but I decided not to pursue the matter, if Larentia and Pangu had sealed it, then it had been done, it was no longer my concern.

"Olga, where are you coming from?"

Inside the bathroom, I sat on a still with hot steam around me, Olga was dutifully washed my body, sometimes my hands were naughty and pinched the sexy part of her body, she would huff at me with discontent but let my hands running wild anyway.

"I am from the Dark Elf tribe."

"Are they settle in the North?" Olga nodded.

"Do you still have parents?"

"I don't know, most of the people in the Dark Elf tribe were parentless, we were nurtured by our shaman, madam Mistiora," Olga paused a bit, then she continued, "she's also my Dark Art master."

"Was she the one who orders you to lead the Savage Race?"

"No, she tells me otherwise, she taught me magic so I would become the next shaman, but I... I escape," Olga said with a low tone, there was a hint of regret.

"So, it's your own initiative."

Olga's hands stopped washing soap on me, she sighed and looked upward, said, "I have listened to the history of our ancestor and how the Dark Elf was treated like a second class of citizen among the elf, however, master Mistiora decided not to take any action and remained passive, and I disagree, I thought we should change that."

"So I ignored her warning, and I took the matter with my own hands..." Olga sadly mumbled, said, "but it seems she was right all along, fighting is useless, for hundred of years, I haven't succeeded, my endeavor is pointless."

"It's not..." I turned over and brought her to my embrace, said, "your mission is beautiful, yes, no one will change anything if they do nothing, it's just some people take the wrong move and action, but it's not their fault, really, failing is normal, we fail every time so we can succeed in the next time."

Olga looked at me with a calm temperament, her eyes were soothing like tranquil water, she shut her eyes and seemed as if fallen asleep, but I knew she wasn't.

"You know... I haven't slept for many years... to maintain the Black Citadel, I have to remain awake..." she whispered.

"Now you can rest, leave the rest to your man," I gently said.

...

In the time of war, fear was a common thing, let it be the commoner, the businessman, the soldiers, or the poor and the rich, naturally, everyone's concerns were different from one another, for example, the businessmen, their concern was the war might affect their trading route, therefore, interfere with their profit and loss, the commoner, their concern was how the enemy would have treated them in case they won? Would they still be able to live like normal? Or something terrible would have happened to them.

As for the soldiers... there was no even need to guess, to those who jumped into the battlefield and fought the enemies, the line between life and death literally one strip away.

Also, even if those soldiers were spared from death, being the prisoner of war wasn't exactly people's favorite occupation, there were some cases where they were treated badly; denied from food and water for days, physical abusement, raped for the female, or the male in certain circumstances, all of this was because they wanted to break the prisoner's idea and principle, perhaps to gain some information, or simply venting their frustration on the war.

But weirdly, in Ken, I saw no such a thing. The civilian walked on the street without fear in their eyes, the business proceeded like usual, the social life did not have the slightest change, even the kids played outside like it was Sunday's morning, very joyous, as if this fortress was separated from the rest of the outside world.

I soon found the source though, in many posts of the town, there were people, men or women, dressed in priests attire, doing some speeches with the content basically 'Trust your Goddess, as long as you believed in her, she will bring an end to this war' and 'fear not, the church with the Goddess Celestine as our figure, will keep the peace, and she will perform a miracle, save us all.'.

Just how powerful the figure of Celestine in these people's minds? Quite powerful if a mere mention of her name, enough to encourage peace among the people.

Anyway, I didn't need to guess any longer, since soon I would meet this high elf of Larentia's reincarnation.