bdsm-fiction Chapter 681: Discussion
Chapter 681: Discussion
Chapter 681: Discussion
While the Grand Priest berated Satella, Sol had not been resting. Covering the entire elven capital with his dimension was pretty easy for him at his current level. There was practically nothing the elves could hide from him with his dimension deployed. Shields, barriers, anti-scrying abilities, and powers, nothing could hinder his dimension.
That was exactly why Sol was able to leisurely peep into their entire discussion while having a simple late-night tea time.
Well, I will take care of this later.
Satella’s situation among the elves was worse than he could have ever anticipated. It was clear that, despite her power, she had lost most of the respect of the elders and even her staunch supporters seemed unable to protect her.
I could use this.
He did not want a reenactment of the events that transpired between him and Pandora. Adding a woman to his harem purely out of convenience and political reasons did not set well with him.
But with the way things were set in stone, outright refusing Satella would most likely be the last nail in her coffin. The elven queen would lose everything with just that one decision from Sol, and that did not set well with him either.
“Then again, it isn’t as if I am not interested in her,” Sol muttered, prompting Siegfried, who had been sitting in silence beside him while sipping on his tea, to look up at him with a puzzled expression.
“Pardon?”
“Oh. Nothing much, I was just spying on the discussion between the elders and your sister.” Sol smirked, throwing a curveball at the dragon slayer with an honest and straightforward answer.
Siegfried coughed, clearly not expecting Sol to be so straightforward.
“No need to act surprised. You guys already know I am a dimensional mage. While the exact details of what that entails might be lost on people in the Mortal Realm, I do not doubt that elves perfectly understand or at least suspect some of the basic abilities I possess. If not, well, I can only say that would disappoint me.”
Siegfried appraised Sol with a new look and nodded, “Since you are so refreshingly straightforward, I have no intention to hide anything on my side.”
He placed the cup on the table.
“I will not go into too much detail since I might overstep my sister's authority. Ultimately, it is my sister’s right to tell you about her complete circumstances. But what I can say now is that Southern Pride is more or less yours. Presently, at least. There might have been some doubt in the past. But now...”
He stopped, trying to find the right words to express what he was feeling, “Now, I believe many elves would follow you to the death with no hesitation or fear.”
“I apologize if my words invoked sad memories.”
“Fear not. So, what was your question?” Siegfried asked after mustering his bearings.
“It’s simple really. From the little I know about elves, your race seems to be smitten by the dragons.”
“You mean filled with unhealthy fanaticism.” Siegfried corrected him.
“Well... I wouldn’t quite put it like that. But indeed. Your entire culture revolves around the worship of dragons and even your largest tribes are divided depending on which dragon you believe in.”
“I can see where this is going. You must be curious as to why, despite our overwhelming faith and worship for the dragons, we faced Lord Ladon and his contractor, right?”
Sol did not miss how Siegfried did not even consider Jupiter to be worth naming.
“The truth is. We did consider making an alliance or at least a pact of non-aggression with Lustburg at the time. But that was all. Jupiter could not accept our decision. He wanted complete subjugation. My sister decided to fight and so we fought. If that man had proven worthy, we would have kneeled. But in the end, he was nothing but a viper. A snake who used his forked tongue to manipulate the witches and do his bidding. A man with a vessel far too small to be considered an Emperor. Too much ambition without the competence to back it up, that’s what that man was in his root.”
Siegfried’s eyes grew cold. Sol did not doubt that the elf did not have any good feelings for his ancestor.
“You are different. For us, before being the ruler of Lustburg, you are first and foremost a dragon. More than that, you have proven that you an individual worth following. After all, just being a dragon isn’t enough. But with Lady Kiyohime herself bowing down to you, what right do we have to be dissatisfied?”
After those words, a mischievous smile formed on his lips.
“Furthermore, with our draconic bloodline thinning out, I am sure many elves wish to bear your offspring. In your place, I will be careful going out. There are extremely high chances of you getting ambushed. Then again, as a dragon, I doubt you will find that distasteful.”
The two men exchanged a knowing smile full of mutual understanding.
Their discussion sadly could not continue as a voice reached from behind the door.
“Sol, It’s Nidhogg. Kaiser is with me. We will be entering now.”
The way Siegfried's smile cramped was quite amusing for Sol.