Faced with an overly forward, lewd elf whose moist eyes seemed to drip with longing, Arthur decisively turned his head away, stepped back without hesitation, and untied the restraints.
A joke?
You're not even as pretty as I am, and you're trying to use yourself as proof of your sincerity?
In other words, this isn't sincerity at all—it's just asking for a reward, isn't it?
Arthur protested inwardly.
He knew the value of his own face.
"Sincerity? Of course. But I haven't yet accepted the elves' allegiance. Ultimately, I need to see whether the elves are worthy of my control." Arthur's gaze swept over them coldly. "Your godslaying technique is only theoretically feasible. It hasn't been tested, has it?"
Think froze, then nodded helplessly.
How could there be so many gods lying around to kill?
Even if the method worked in theory, killing gods was inherently dangerous. Would they really slay an Old Deus just for the sake of an experiment? Even setting aside the threat and inevitable losses, simply alerting the enemy would brand the elves as dangerous and restrict their future movements.
Such a request was truly difficult.
Yet Arthur, almost as though he enjoyed watching her conflicted expression, coldly ordered:
"Then conduct the experiment. As for the target… rest assured, I've considered the plight of the elves. I've chosen one that will both draw little attention and prove relatively harmless."
"You mean… it can't be…" Think's eye twitched.
To be honest, she herself didn't care.
Since her birth, everything had been dull. Even this war was both inevitable and meaningless.
"Haven't you realized it yet? If you strike the defenseless Forest God, your losses will be minimized. And once the strongest Old God in your camp falls, the other races will naturally let down their guard." Arthur smiled faintly.
It was a gentle smile, like a spring breeze—yet the words behind it were terrifying.
Let the forest elves kill the Forest God, their own creator?
Creative, yes… but no, this was devilish!
No, not even demons were this ruthless.
And yet, in a twisted way, it was reasonable.
After all, if Arthur sought to control the elves, then the Forest God was the greatest obstacle. A proud Old Deus would never allow his creations to fall beneath others. To expect him to compromise was folly.
"...Don't you think your request is a bit too much?" Think's brows furrowed into the shape of 川.
"Is it?"
Arthur tilted his head, taken aback, as blood spurted from Think's nose.
Could she please stop staring at him like that—nose bleeding, expression half in ecstasy—while trying to argue with him?
Calm down!
You're the real pervert here!
And besides, killing a so-called "Creator"—
Arthur thought of his own supposed "father."
Honestly, if he had the chance to slay that pigeon god, he wouldn't hesitate for a second. Just the thought filled him with such impatience that he unconsciously waved his hand as if swinging a sword.
If it were possible, it might bring him more joy than ascending to heaven itself.
From that perspective, the logic was clear.
Killing the Creator = the highest pleasure.
And considering Think was both a genius and a nymphomaniac… in her position, she might be even more decisive than he was.
"Someone like you would care about this?" Arthur asked, genuinely surprised.
"Have you misunderstood?" Think shot back, tears brimming in her eyes. "Sen Shen is my creator, an existence worthy of reverence—like a mother!"
Arthur froze.
What nonsense!
If anything, that might've been true for the first generation of elves. But after countless generations of breeding, where was that bond now? He wanted to point this out, but seeing her sorrowful expression, he held his tongue.
He wondered if he had gone too far.
Not all beings shared his strained relationship with his own creator. For most, their creators did not stab them in the back.
Perhaps… maybe… probably—
"You must give me a reward!"
"Huh?"
Arthur blinked, struck by a strong sense of déjà vu.
"To ensure the survival of the entire race is a noble act. To act for a new master is loyalty. But asking me to personally rip out the tendons and bones of the Forest God, sever his limbs, drain his essence, and erase his existence is simply too cruel. I must be rewarded!"
Wait—just kill him! I'm not asking you to do all that!
Think pressed on firmly, "Give me a special reward: make me the new God of the Elves. You're an Old Deus—or at least carry their aura—aren't you?"
Arthur: "…"
This isn't about your people or your loyalty. You just want the reward, don't you?
Pervert.
And of course, if it's a reward that a pervert wants, then…
Arthur's face darkened. With a weary wave of his hand, he said, "Fine. If you kill the Forest God and prove your worth, I'll grant you any reward within my power—so long as it isn't excessive."
"Perfect. Then we kill Sen Shen tomorrow." Think's lips curved into a smile.
Forest God?
Creator?
What did it matter?
To her, whether it was the world, the Creator, or this eternal war, they were all the same.
If the war must continue, let it continue.
If the Forest God must die, let it be done swiftly and cleanly.
Compared to what she truly desired, all else was insignificant.
Her lustful eyes fixed on Arthur's lips.
Yes, this was the way. Force and cunning had failed, so she would surrender sincerely. And if she pressed too far all at once, he would reject her. No—she would advance little by little, eroding him slowly. That was the romantic move.
Arthur shook the ahoge atop his head and ignored the lecherous gleam in her eyes.
"That is the condition. You have two choices: slay the Forest God within three days to prove yourselves to me, or be prepared to face the siege of your entire race after three days."
With that, he lifted the [Royal Court of the Eternal Overlord].
In an instant, dense magical energy surged skyward, so intense it disrupted the air above the elven capital.
But that was no longer Arthur's concern. How to explain it, how to direct it—that was now Think's responsibility.
If she lacked even that ability, she was not worth dominating.
However—
"Ah. I was just out for a stroll and stumbled upon something peculiar. Good afternoon. I wonder… are you a Dragon Spirit, or an Old Deus?"
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