Nidavellir.
Two days later.
- "I guess bureaucracy is another constant in every world, huh?" I grinned, sipping my coffee and sitting in Olga's office while she looked through papers at her desk with her usual expression, and Chloe helped her as best she could.
- "Unfortunately," Olga replied, looking up from her work and taking a sip of coffee from her cup. "Now I understand why you prefer this drink to elven wine. It gives you energy and helps you stay focused."
- "I don't understand how you can drink that, my queen, Lord Romani," Chloe grimaced slightly. "For me, it's too... unusual."
- "Heh, it's always like that when you're not used to it. And I don't drink coffee because of its properties, but rather because of my addiction to it," I shrugged. "Well, since we've digressed, let's talk a little. It's kind of boring."
It was true. I had been dying of boredom for the past two days. Nidavellir was beautiful, but there was nothing to do there. For this reason, the only thing I did during those days was sleep or "visit" that elf, Zask, I think, who tried to take my head off every time. Unsuccessfully, of course.
Returning on the day of the meeting with the elders, they, of course, agreed to obey Olga, after exchanging glances and remaining silent for a few seconds. After that, Olga quickly got to work, Chloe went to help her queen, and I went back to doing nothing.
Well, not quite. The chief elder came to Olga once with a proposal. She wanted Olga and me to conceive a child, since Olga was no longer a virgin, obviously to increase the city's power and other nonsense.
Of course, I shook my head, but I was momentarily intrigued by the look Olga gave me when the elder made her proposal. It was a slight excitement with a hint of doubt, and a normal person would have jumped for joy at such a look, but I just rolled my eyes, taking the obvious message to heart.
Even though Olga was not bad, with good looks, intelligence, and so on, I didn't really care. As an acquaintance, a friend at most? Quite possibly, but no further than that. Although, perhaps Morgana's reaction had influenced me. Heh.
Well, now I had a very interesting conversation ahead of me.
- "You mean right now?" Olga asked with a slight smirk.
- "Oh, so you figured it out too, huh?" I grinned back at her. "When do you think they'll make their move?"
- "I don't know. Right now, the elders are listening to me, but they're definitely planning something to get their old position back, or they've already prepared something," Olga shook her head and took another sip. "In this situation, you are the key figure, Romani. That proposal wasn't the only one, and they'll try again, adding something else, and then they'll make their move. And until that happens, my hands are tied, because I have no one to trust here except Chloe and you."
- "Well, that's obvious. It's not my fault that your magic system sucks," I rolled my eyes. "Besides, they definitely don't believe a word I say, even though they showed the opposite."
- "Why don't you just get rid of them, Lord Romani?" Chloe asked suddenly. "If they want to cause you trouble and are disloyal to the queen, then..."
- "He's a god, Chloe," Olga interrupted gently.
- "What? What are you talking about, my queen?"
- "She means that all gods are selfish and don't really care about the lives of mortals. It's mostly just to relieve their boredom. And considering your understanding of my character... Olga?"
- "Romani wants to let them make their move to prolong the entertainment and interest in his experiment," Olga finished, to which I nodded, and Chloe looked puzzled, then lowered her head but said nothing. "But I have a question."
- "Oh? What is it?"
- "Even if you are a god, for some reason I feel that you are... too human for a deity. Your actions are not like those of Celestine, a goddess trying to act like a human, but like... an ordinary human. Why is that?"
- "You know, I could take that as an insult," I narrowed my eyes, which made Chloe a little scared, while Olga didn't react outwardly but tensed up secretly. Then, after a dramatic pause, I giggled, and both elves visibly relaxed. "Again, you're good, Olga."
- "I don't understand you."
- "I'll tell you about it another time," I smiled sweetly, causing Olga to sigh wearily and Chloe to look disappointed at not getting an explanation. "But let's get back to the topic at hand. Since the elders have made their proposal, it's fair to assume that they have a clearly defined plan, right?"
- "Yes."
- "And if you remove the 'key figure,' as you put it, from that plan, what will happen?" I asked with a smirk, to which Olga responded with one of her own.
- "I'm listening."
- "Your sister," I began, and in that same second, the smirk disappeared from Olga's face, replaced by an impenetrable mask. "Tell me about her."
Olga stared silently into my eyes for what seemed like several minutes, after which an expression of disgust flashed across her face. Seeing this, I raised an eyebrow in surprise and barely concealed interest.
Oh? Disgust for her own sister? What had she done to make even Olga, whom I would call a bastion of sanity in this world, at least for now, feel this way and allow such an expression to appear on her face?
- "Even if you are a god, Romani, and I owe you a lot, I won't repeat myself a second time," Olga warned me, and I sat down directly opposite her.
- "Oh? That's perfectly fine with me."
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Eldonia.
A few days later.
After listening to Olga, giving her a way to contact me, and staying in Nidavellir for a few more days, I left for Eldonia, a kingdom south of Eostia, the kingdom of the Seven Shields ruled by Celestine.
It was located behind a long mountain range, in the middle of a desert near a huge oasis, which allowed this kingdom to exist.
To be as brief as possible, the capital of Eldonia, where I arrived, was similar to Uruk in Babylonia in terms of architecture, vegetation, weather, and everything else. The only difference was that the local women wore even less clothing than in Celestine's region, calling pieces of fabric full-fledged outfits or dresses.
This was where Olga's sister, Mistiora Arte, was located, as Olga's memories and the 3rd magic told me. I must say, her story was very, VERY interesting.
I stopped in the middle of the main street and the crowds of people who were in a state of semi-panic because of some army, and then looked up at the massive palace standing right in the center of the city.
Although it was large, it was not nearly as magnificent as Gil's palace, Solomon's temple, or Camelot. It was just ordinary sand walls with banners fluttering in the wind, just like in "historical TV series" on some kind of "rainbow" platform.
And, having found the exact location of Olga's sister, that is, inside the palace in one particular tower, I teleported right there, after which my eye twitched uncontrollably and my ears refused to perceive any sounds.
Well, yes, yes... Of course! Where am I? In fucking hentai! And what do they do in hentai? They fuck, of course, what kind of question is that?! This time, that bastard mosquito will get my Noble Phantasm right in his fanged fucking face!
Why am I swearing so much? Imagine a typical scene from a run-of-the-mill hentai with the genres "elf" and "ugly bastard", and that's exactly what I was seeing in front of me.
On a bed the size of half a room, a fat, sweaty, balding animal that I refuse to call a human being was moving around. And with his sheer size, he was practically hammering a miniature dark elf with a completely mediocre look into the bed as if it were the last day of his life.
Of course, I couldn't stand it for long, so I sent a gust of wind that blew the man to hell and slammed him into the wall, knocking him out instantly. The elf, feeling the absence of a hundred-kilogram breathing press on her body, opened her eyes and straightened her back, then saw me.
Our eyes met, and now I could see her NORMALLY, and she looked... unlike Olga. Apart from her petite body, she had dark skin, breasts normal for her size, long white hair, and purple eyes. But it wasn't her appearance that interested me, it was something else. Namely...
- "Not a bad curse. Just like Lancer's in the Fourth Holy Grail War, and about the same rank, C, and it redirects the flow of mana in the body to sustain itself... Yes, very good," I muttered thoughtfully, studying Mistiora, at which her eyes instantly widened, as if she couldn't believe what was happening. I saw suspicion and distrust in them, but then something appeared that resembled a mixture of joy and... hope... which then quickly disappeared.
Oh-oh? Hope? Just "hope" without a single drop of negativity? How interesting. Especially since her story, as told by Olga, was relatively murky.
- "...it doesn't work on you..." she almost whispered.
- "It would be strange if it did," I rolled my eyes and grinned. "Romani Archaman. Nice to meet you, Mistiora Arte, and I hope you'll relieve my boredom..."
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