Emilia then looked at Radomira, she looked at her horns and wings and what she was wearing and the Aura that was coming off her. "What are you a Tiflin?".
Radomira smirked as she stretched out her wings, her Purple hair moving in the wind. "No, no, I am a succubus, I am Radomira".
The entire camp froze, as the name sank in, as Emilia looked at her, this time stepping back, Fenrir was one thing, but this.
One of the Soldiers yelled. "Radomira, as in that Radomira the Succubus Goddess, the one who Millennia's Ago, the one who curse the kingdom of Moon".
Radomira pointed at the last one. "That was a mistake and everyone knows it!".
The air turned heavy, soldiers stumbling back as if the name itself had teeth. The whispers rose like wildfire:
"The Moon Curse…"
"Thousands dead in their sleep…"
"The succubus who turned kings into beggars…"
Emilia's staff trembled, but not from lack of control. This time it was fear. Her lips parted. "…That Radomira? The Goddess of Temptation and Ruin?"
Radomira sighed and dramatically rolled her eyes, brushing her hair back with one clawed hand. "Oh for—yes, that Radomira. Do you mortals ever let a girl live down one tiny little mishap?"
The soldier she'd pointed at sputtered. "Mishap?! You cursed an entire kingdom!"
Radomira jabbed her claw at him. "Accident! I was experimenting with a new dream-weaving spell! I didn't know half the continent had insomnia! Do you have any idea what kind of paperwork Hell makes you file after that kind of fiasco?"
Aiden, trying not to laugh at her indignant rant, leaned closer to Emilia. "You see? Totally trustworthy. The worst she does nowadays is snore."
Radomira snapped her wings open, glaring. "I do NOT snore!"
Fenrir let out a deep, rumbling chuckle, his tail sweeping dust across the ground. "She snores."
The soldiers exchanged terrified glances, unable to decide if this bizarre group was a nightmare come to life—or too ridiculous to be real.
Emilia's grip on her staff loosened as a hollow chuckle escaped her lips, dry and fragile like cracking glass. Her eyes were wide, but not with awe—only exhaustion and despair.
"You… are… a… god?"
It wasn't a question. It wasn't even reverence. It was the sound of a woman who had prayed once, begged once, believed once… and been betrayed every time.
The camp fell silent. Even the soldiers, who just moments ago shouted in fear, now stood frozen, their faith wavering.
Radomira's smirk faltered. For once, she didn't look smug, or playful, or even defensive. She tilted her head slightly, studying Emilia with narrowed eyes. "…You sound like someone who's done with gods."
Emilia's hands trembled as she whispered, barely audible, "If gods exist, then why… why is my people's blood still spilled every day? Why do monsters roam free? Why do the Volt still burn everything we've built?"
Her voice cracked. "Where are your gods then?!"
The staff she clutched glowed faintly, but it wasn't a spell—just her own magic surging from the raw wound of her heart.
Aiden slid off Fenrir's back, his slime body reshaping into something vaguely human-shaped as he walked forward slowly, his tone calm but sharp.
"That's why we're here."
The soldiers shifted, confused. Emilia looked at him, her tired eyes searching his.
Aiden continued, voice steady. "Because waiting for gods never saved anyone. If you want this world to change… we'll be the ones to do it."
Emilia's voice was cold, drained of all warmth. "Then why? Why are you here? In the legends, you were called the Goddess of the Succubi. If that's true, wouldn't Volt's empire give you endless power? His whole world runs on… on that filth."
Radomira's smirk faltered. Her wings twitched, her tail gave a sharp flick, and for the first time her golden eyes narrowed with genuine disgust.
"Don't confuse me with that parasite." She spat the word out, venom dripping with each syllable. "I draw strength from desire freely given, from bonds made of passion, from lust that burns because both sides want it."
Her aura pulsed, dark and heavy, the soldiers around Emilia flinching back.
"But that man?" Radomira's lips curled in disgust. "He doesn't cultivate lust. He breeds despair. He chains it, twists it, feeds on screams instead of moans, fear instead of fire. That isn't power. That's rot wearing a crown."
She leaned forward, her grin sharp now, more predator than playful. "So don't you dare compare me to him."
For a moment the camp was silent, the air thick with tension.
Aiden broke it, his slime body bubbling with a sigh. "Yeah, long story short, Volt's empire is the hentai knockoff version of what Radomira stands for."
Fenrir rumbled in agreement. "One is corruption. The other is… primal."
Emilia stood frozen, staff trembling faintly in her hand. She had expected monsters to leer, to hunger, to echo Volt's cruelty. Instead, they spoke of it like her own soldiers did—like something even they couldn't stomach.
Radomira's tail lashed once more, sharp and deliberate. Her voice cut through the night like a blade.
"And unlike your so-called Goddess Reborn…" she tilted her head, her smile almost cruel, "…I have no fear of staining my hands red. Mercy doesn't topple tyrants. Blood does."
The words hung heavy in the air, too honest, too raw.
For a moment Emilia said nothing, her face shadowed by the glow of her staff. Then—slowly, faintly—her lips curled into a smirk.
The soldiers around her looked at their leader in shock, unable to tell what about Radomira's declaration made Emilia smile. Was it the venom in her voice when she spoke of Celestine? Or was it the uncompromising promise of violence against Volt?
Perhaps both.
"Very well…" Emilia lowered her staff, her voice like steel after a storm. "Come in."
The barrier shimmered, slowly peeling back like a curtain as Aiden, Radomira, Fenrir, and the pack stepped forward.
For the first time since her rebellion began, Emilia had invited monsters into her camp—not as prisoners, not as enemies, but as allies.
The entire camp held its breath.
they walked past the shimmering veil, Aiden tilted his body upward, watching the barrier flicker like a candle in the wind. His core pulsed uneasily.
He muttered inside his mind. "Great Sage, a barrier like this should be invincible… why is it trembling?"
["Analysis: it's because of Woman named Emilia Solva, is running on funes, her magic energy Dangerously low" ]
Aiden froze for a moment, slime body rippling in thought. So she's been keeping this whole camp safe while half-dead on her feet… No wonder she looks like she's about to collapse.
He glanced at Radomira, who noticed the hesitation and raised an eyebrow. Fenrir's ears twitched too, his mental voice rumbling in Aiden's head.
"Master. That woman has pushed herself to the brink. She reeks of fatigue. If she falls, this camp falls."
Aiden let out a sigh—if he had lungs, anyway. Great… I wanted a serious, dramatic introduction, and instead I get… a soap opera plotline. Overworked heroine about to drop dead.
Fenrir blinked, confused. Soap opera? What in the void is that?
Aiden groaned. Forget it. I'll explain after we're not surrounded by armed rebels who might us if I say "romance drama" too loud.
Radomira stepped closer, her voice low but firm, her tail flicking with irritation.
"When did you last rest?"
Emilia stopped in her tracks, shoulders trembling slightly as she answered almost in a whisper.
"Three days ago."
Aiden's slime body rippled in disbelief.
"Three days—? Lady, no wonder your barrier looks like it's about to break down!"
["Correction: Barrier integrity is currently at 32%. Estimated collapse in 10 hours if caster does not rest."]
Aiden froze, then shouted in his mind. Ten hours?!
Radomira narrowed her eyes, glaring at Emilia like a disapproving older sister.
"You're going to collapse before Volt even gets the chance to kill you. Do you want to die, little saint?"
Emilia stiffened, her grip tightening on her staff. "…If I rest, who protects them? If the barrier falls, then—"
Fenrir growled, cutting her off.
"Foolish human. Even wolves know when to rest their fangs. A leader who dies from exhaustion is no leader at all."
Aiden sighed, muttering like a tired teacher dealing with reckless students.
"Great. She's running on empty, and her logic is straight out of a tragic soap opera. Someone give this lady a bed before she faceplants."
Radomira smirked, grabbing Emilia's arm firmly.
"Don't argue. You're going to sleep. Right. Now."
Aiden looked at her as he spoke.
"We will protect them."
Emilia stopped, her shoulders stiff as she glanced back only briefly.
"Sorry," she muttered, voice low, "I still find that hard to believe... even if I let you into my camp."
Radomira raised a brow, her wings shifting faintly. "Hard to believe or not, you let us in. That says something."
Emilia didn't answer, only tightened her grip on her staff as if it were the last thing keeping her upright. She pushed open the flap of her tent, and the faint smell of herbs, parchment, and cold steel greeted them.
Inside, the camp was buzzing with quiet activity—soldiers repairing armor, mages scribing runes, a few scouts passing reports. But when Aiden, Fenrir, and Radomira walked through, all eyes turned. Whispers rippled like wildfire.
"...a slime?"
"...that wolf... the stories can't be true, can they?"
"...is that really Radomira?"
The tension was thick, but no one dared act without Emilia's word.
Aiden slid closer to Radomira, muttering just loud enough for her to hear.
"Feels like a Soap Opera scene. All we're missing is the dramatic music."
Fenrir rumbled in Aiden's mind, confused. "Again with this Soap Opera thing… you explain this but not 'Hentai.' Why?"
Aiden stifled a laugh. "Because one will make your brain rot and the other will make me want to rot."
Radomira smirked, covering her mouth to hide her giggle, while Emilia's sharp eyes caught their exchange. For the first time, she looked… slightly human, slightly curious, beneath her fatigue.
But her words remained cold.
"If you're here to play games, I'll have you thrown out. We don't have the luxury of jokes in this war."
They arrived in Emilia camp and now they were in silence, doing the rest of the Inferno Wolf pack outside, the tent made people confused
Aiden looked at her as he spoke. "I think I can get a little bit of your trust".
Aiden spoke to the great sage. "Do it".
["Completed"]
Aiden's body moved, as he pulled out 10 Healing Potions made by Hipokute Herbs, from his slime storage and then pulled out a lot of Magistone Ore
Emilia had seen Luu Luu work with these before, the Princess's eyes fell as she recognised the Ores but not the Potion.
Emilia's weary eyes widened. Her staff nearly slipped from her hand as she stared at the shimmering blue ores piled in front of her and the glowing liquid within the crystal-clear vials.
"These… these are Magistone Ores. And that liquid—what is that? It doesn't look like any potion I've ever seen…"
Radomira leaned back smugly, crossing her arms. "Of course not. It's because it wasn't brewed in your world's little cauldrons and circles. These were made by him."
She jabbed a finger at Aiden.
Emilia turned sharply toward the slime, her suspicion colliding with a faint spark of hope. "You're telling me… a monster created this?"
Aiden made a small gesture with his slime hand, as if shrugging.
"Pretty much. I had a lot of free time, and Hipokute Herbs were right there. Figured I'd get creative."
He nudged one of the glowing potions toward her.
"Go ahead. Test it. You're tired—take a sip."
The tent fell into silence. The soldiers watching from the entrance tightened their grips on their weapons, unsure if this was some trick.
Emilia hesitated, her fingers hovering over the vial. Finally, she pulled the cork and let a single drop touch her lips.
A warmth spread instantly through her chest, rushing through her veins, clearing the fog in her head and easing the ache in her body. The barrier outside pulsed faintly brighter.
Her eyes shot wide open. "This… this is beyond what even the finest alchemists could create. Just one drop…"
Radomira grinned. "Now imagine what happens when you drink the whole thing."
Emilia's hand trembled slightly as she lowered the vial, her tired voice soft but heavy.
"If this is real… then you've already done more for this rebellion in five minutes than I've managed in months."
One of the soldiers spoke. "What are the Options made of?"
Aiden looked at him as he spoke. "The Hipokute Herbs make these healing Options".
The Soldier was taken aback as he spoke. "Wait, are they real, but resources they thought it was a myth".
The soldier's voice cracked in disbelief. "Hipokute…? But those are fairy tales. Our ancestors searched entire continents for those herbs and found nothing. They said it was a myth—just a story to give people false hope!"
The other soldiers at the tent's entrance whispered among themselves, their eyes darting between the glowing vials and Aiden's calm, slime-like figure.
Emilia's grip on her staff tightened as she looked at him, her expression dark and unreadable.
"You expect me to believe you stumbled across something my people have failed to find for centuries?"
Aiden sighed and waved a slimy hand dismissively.
"Not stumbled. Found. Grown. There's a difference."
Radomira smirked, enjoying the confusion on their faces. "He's telling the truth. The herbs grow in abundance in the garden I made inside my dungeon. Aiden here harvested them, processed them, and turned them into potions."
The soldier who had first spoken shook his head, still struggling. "If this is real… if these really are Hipokute-based potions… then with enough supply, we could heal entire battalions! No more losing men to injuries, no more—"
Emilia raised a hand, silencing him, though her own voice trembled.
"If this is true, then the balance of this war just shifted."
Her eyes locked onto Aiden's glowing core within his slime body.
"And the key to it… is you."
The air in the tent grew heavy. Some soldiers looked at him with awe, others with fear, and a few with outright hostility.
Emilia looked at Aiden as she spoke. "Are there more".
Aiden wave his slime hand as he spoke. "Yup, I can show you, the Dungeon Location".
Emilia looked at one of the soldiers, as he pulled out a map, as Aiden made a line, as she took a map, as she looked, then she sighed. "The distance is too far for harvest, too many of Volt Camp".
Aiden then spoke. "Oh yeah, we took care of that when coming here".
Emilia's head snapped up, her tired eyes narrowing. "...What do you mean 'took care of'?"
Radomira chuckled, leaning back with her arms crossed. "He means exactly what he said. Every Volt encampment between here and that dungeon? Gone. Burned. Frozen. Eaten. Pick your poison."
Fenrir padded forward, licking his fangs as his voice rumbled inside their heads. "Their souls cried out when fire consumed them. It was… satisfying."
Several soldiers flinched, their hands tightening on weapons. Emilia's expression hardened.
"You're saying you wiped out entire Volt camps on your way here?"
Aiden tilted his slime body like it was the most casual thing in the world.
"Yeah. What, was I supposed to leave them there? They were in the way. Plus—" he patted Noivern's wing with a slime-hand, "—I had to let the kids stretch their legs a little."
The purple bat let out a small, proud screech, wings spreading just enough to make the soldiers stumble back.
Radomira smirked at Emilia's silence. "Don't worry, princess knight. He's efficient. Brutal, maybe, but efficient."
Emilia closed her eyes for a moment, exhaling slowly. When she opened them again, her gaze was like steel.
"If that is true… then you've just done what my rebellion has struggled with for months."
She walked closer, lowering her staff.
"But understand this—if you bring that destruction into my camp, I will not hesitate to put you down. Goddess or no goddess, monster or no monster."
Aiden whistled in his own way—like a bubbling sound.
"Yeesh, lady. Intense. But don't worry. We're here to help, not start a soap opera with extra stabbing."
Radomira whispered with a grin. "You love your soap opera lines too much."
Aiden muttered back, "Better than explaining hentai to Fenrir."
Fenrir's ear twitched. "I still don't know what that word means."
The soldiers exchanged baffled glances. Emilia pinched the bridge of her nose.
To be continued
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