Rupegia 117 Fortunate Encounter - Part 3

A m.u.f.fled and gentle voice comes from the other side of the door. "Mr. Ryder?" Silvane asks.

Her bodyguard helps her get up, and the other sits down, clutching his head.

"Yes, that's me. Miss Silvane?" I ask.

She gets closer to the door and stores her wand, shawl, and necklace in her [Item Box]. The white rabbit in her hand, who I a.s.sume is Nononya, is completely frozen with fear stamped in her eyes.

"Yes... that's me," she answers and sighs.

I walk closer to the door, and Yunia starts to [Clean] herself.

"What did you just try to do?" I ask.

"A mistake... Can we talk?"

"Alright, but the guards stay outside."

"Yes! Yes..."

"Wait. Is that guy okay? The elementals kicked him pretty hard."

"He's... fine. I'll heal him myself."

"Alright. Just let me... clean this first, then I'll let you in."

"Let me clean it with my tongue..." I hear her mutter through a Holly.

Nononya's rabbit ears suddenly twitch. "Silf!" She complains under her breath.

O-ka~y...?

I force myself to go limp and cast [Clean] on all the c.u.m that spilled everywhere, though I couldn't remove the stains.

I pull out another trunk of clothes, and Yunia changes into something not painted with my "Wolf's Pearls"™ color. Alissa and the other girls calm down and return to their previous states.

We hurriedly groom ourselves, and I put two chairs in front of us, then I unsummon one elemental, and we sit on the edge of the bed. Yunia crosses her arms and legs, making her look like a haughty n.o.blewoman.

"Open the door," I order, and we make our expressions turn stern as the elemental obeys.

Silvane comes in first, looking as pretty and delicate as ever. Her silver hair is not as majestic as Yunia's, but her blue and slightly upturned eyes give her a gentle look. Her delicate face is warped into a stiff apologetic smile.

But it's her clothes that catch my attention. She's wearing very little, exposing most of her pretty, pale skin. If I had to make a comparison, I'd say that she's wearing a light blue "slave Leia" cosplay: an ornate not-bikini top, and a light blue ornate skirt that's completely open on the sides. She doesn't appear to be wearing the bottom part of the not-bikini.

Dayumn, son. I've never seen her wear so little.

Then I notice something odd.

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Soul Info

[Name: Silvane Andera; Race: Silver Elf; Level: 49]

[HP: 100; MP: 2,510; Magic Power: 840]

[Strength: 10; Endurance: 13]

--She regained her last name! Does this mean that she's a True n.o.ble now? But why is it not "Anara"?

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Nononya turns back into her humanoid form and shyly walks in while looking down. Her long, white bunny ears bob as she walks; her cute whiskers seem limp, revealing her emotions; her short, white hair is raised in a way that makes her head look very fluffy; her turquoise eyes glance at me shyly, then return to looking down; and her snow-white skin is now a bright shade of pink.

She's wearing a not-bikini, too, exposing her cute mid-riff and delicate little curves, but her outfit has far more cloth hanging around her body than Silvane's.

I motion for them to sit, and they gracefully accept.

I start the introductions, "Silvane, Nononya, this is my... newest Blood Slave, Yulania. Yunia, these two are my friends from Rabanara. Silvane is a Blood Slave of Haaran, the Lord's son. Nononya is a [Summoning Magic] researcher."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Silvane, Miss Nononya," Yunia says with a severe gaze as she offers her hand.

The social standings of all present in the room is rather mixed and complex, but Silvane and Nononya don't hesitate and immediately go towards Yunia to kiss her hand. Both of them bow and give Yunia a gentle peck and remain bowed for a little longer than necessary, implying that they wish to ask for forgiveness.

They don't ask for Yunia to kiss their hands back, implying that they don't feel worthy of that.

Then they sit, and I smirk as I say, "It's always a delight to see both of you, but I didn't expect it would be under such circ.u.mstances."

Silvane's pretty face twitches, and she sighs. "Neither did we. But in the end, our encounter is rather fortunate as I'm sure that Nono missed you very much," she says, and Nono sends a desperate glance at her.

I chuckle. "Right. Since nothing truly bad happened, we can say that it is indeed a fortunate encounter. But I want to hear why you barged into our room in such a manner."

Silvane's face relaxes, and now she, too, looks down, feeling embarra.s.sed, then she starts talking, "I received information that Miss Yulania had been sold as a Blood Slave to an 'elven collector,' and that he may be trying to strongly coerce her into having s.e.x with him. As someone who knows very well the danger that these 'collectors' present to elven Blood Slaves, I immediately responded in this manner."

"'Elven Collector'?" I ask.

Yunia answers, "Other races wors.h.i.+p elven beauty so much that certain individuals collect elven slaves. The temple and the Tribunal are always keeping an eye on elven slaves since they are the most commonly mistreated group."

"And someone at the temple or the Tribunal gave you information about us?" I ask Silvane.

Silvane bites her thin red lip, and I get a twitch inside my underwear, telling me that I didn't get my fill of elves yet.

"No. My informant... is from the High Forest," Silvane admits.

Well, apparently, we should've been more cautious about showing Yunia's face in public.

"Who?" Yunia demands.

Silvane's ears droop slightly, and her expression starts to turn sad. "I can't say... it would ruin my relations.h.i.+p with the informant."

"Do you know who my father was?" Yunia asks, with her tone still severe.

Silvane nods shyly. "Yes. Crown Lord Mavel Este. I'm here for his funeral."

"Precisely, which means that we are the future Crown Lords of the Western High Forest," Yunia declares.

The face of both Silvane and Nono goes blank, and they let their mouths hang.

"Wait... Oh...!" Silvane realizes the truth and goes silent.

Yunia continues pressing her for more. "Whoever gave you this false information wanted to cause an incident. And the culprit is likely one of my father's former allies. We need to know who this person is because they clearly harbor hate towards humans. No one with kind intentions would've tried to frame Wolfy as an 'elven collector.'"

Silvane sighs again and chuckles, but it quickly loses energy, and she becomes disheartened. "Vanea is going to be mad at me anyway..." She mutters.

"Why would Dame Vanea be angry? Aren't you Haaran's Blood Slave?" I ask.

Silvane nods and answers, "Yes, but I'm working for Vanea on 'improving' the relations between the Sh.o.r.e of Leaves, the Wetlands and the High Forest. Acting righteous only resulted in me getting involved in a conspiracy, and that's exactly what Vanea wanted to avoid."

"Hmph. Getting in the good graces of future Crown Lords is only advantageous for you," Yunia says.

Silvane smiles wryly. "Yes, but Vanea already has a bad enough reputation that she's feared by many. It's becoming increasingly important for her that this reputation doesn't worsen."

"'Increasingly important'?" I ask.

Silvane's smile becomes gentle. "She's in the capital and has managed to acquire some support over there. My job is to ensure that Rabanara doesn't get even more isolated."

"Well, even if you don't tell us who it is, we are bound to find out who dislikes Wolf so much," Yunia says.

"Even so, my informant will know that I've failed in freeing you and will likely spread this knowledge," Silvane says and becomes a little sad again.

"It'll end up just fine. I'm planning on keeping a good relations.h.i.+p with Vanea anyway. I even delivered Darean to her," I say.

Silvane's eyes light up with hope. "Oh...? I haven't heard about that yet."

"After fostering an incident between the Crown Lords and the Dawn of Fire circle of magi, he went to my father to beg like a maniac, but he threw the mad man into the dungeon," Yunia says.

"After Confiel took control of Escanso, we found Darean in the dungeon and decided to send him to Vanea," I say.

Silvane chuckles. "How convenient for us."

Yunia nods. "Indeed."

Silvane's face softens, and she becomes the gentle girl that I've always known. "Very well, I'll tell you the truth. The information came from Heart Lord Ira."

I don't recognize the name.

But Yunia does as she scoffs and shakes her head. "Foolish man. He has a big heart, but his emotions cloud his mind far too often."

Silvane "He gave me an excuse about why he wasn't able to come here personally, and I believed him since we've been building a 'relations.h.i.+p' lately."

"Hm... I didn't expect him to be so cunning," Yunia says and graciously runs a hand through her golden hair.

"Was he really so cunning since his plot failed so spectacularly?" Nono shyly asks.

"If you look at it that way, I guess that he seems incompetent," Silvane says with a smile and pats Nono's head.

"His emotions took hold of him, and he did something stupid, even though it seemed cunning at first," Yunia says and nods in agreement.

The mood of the room relaxes as the worst has pa.s.sed. With everyone going silent, I take this opportunity to change the topic.

"So, Nono, how have you been?" I ask.

She jumps in her chair and raises her head, caught completely off-guard. Her skin tone was returning to white, but it quickly becomes pink again as she says, "I-I've been well, Wolf. Your papers on [Monster Summoning] have helped me gain m-many levels! I've been hired as a permanent researcher because of you! Maybe I can improve my position some more and become a teacher in a few years..."

The three of us smile endearingly at her, and her ears start to flop as her shyness skyrockets.

"This sounds amazing. I'm glad that I could help you progress," I say, and she smiles adorably. "Your own notes helped me a lot, too. I'll certainly want to trade them with you again once we've become Lords," I suggest, and she nods.

"I've heard that some huge human-looking being attacked Escanso's Sh.e.l.l. Was that a Grim Giant?" She asks.

"It was."

Silvane and Nono open their eyes wide.

"That's quite a lot of power you have. If you can open a hole in a Sh.e.l.l by yourself, then no elven Lord is safe in the High Forest," Silvane says.

"That'll serve as a deterrent against rebellion for quite a long time," Yunia says.

"H-how did you get enough mana to summon something so big!" Nono exclaims.

Ah... I love how she said that.

"I didn't. I had Ciel heal me continuously while it consumed my HP until the summoning was complete," I respond.

The three girls become stunned by my words.

"How did you not pa.s.s out?" Silvane asks.

I wink at her while I smirk, and her right ear twitches. "That's a secret," I say, and she pouts.

"Do you have [Blackout Resistance]?" Nono asks.

I smile proudly. "I can only say that I gained a point after that summoning."

"Gifted people are indeed on a different level than we are," Silvane says as she smiles wryly, and Nono nods.

"Oh, you have no idea. He's not 'average' at all," Yunia says.

The two elves smile gently at each other, and Nono s.h.i.+fts uncomfortably.

The way she said it was kind of suggestive.

Silvane's face suddenly becomes serious, and she says, "Hm... There's one thing that's making me confused. Weren't you supposed to be the Chosen Descendant?" She asks.

Yunia nods and answers, "Yes, but Lord Confiel and his wives convinced the Elder Council to allow me to live. The condition was that I'd have to become a True n.o.ble."

"Hm... I wish that my brother had been offered such an opportunity." Silvane hums again and looks down, deep in thought.

Yunia's gaze softens, and she empathizes with Silvane's situation. "I'm very fortunate. n.o.body in my position has ever been offered so much mercy."

Silvane nods weakly, and they stare at each other with pained looks.

The sad eyes of the gentle silver elven girl pull on my heartstrings. I can't stop myself from wis.h.i.+ng that I came into this world with more money so that I could've bought her alongside Alissa.

With the way that I was back then, I'm not sure that I would've been a good master to her, but it's always hard to predict how things could've been. Maybe we would've helped each other the same way that Alissa helped me.

Silvane starts talking, and her voice gains a hint of weakness that I haven't heard before from her, "The hardest part of it all was knowing that it wasn't even my mistake that caused all of this. I barely had any magical skills yet, so I could only watch as my parents failed to keep the monsters away, then the empire came and 'deposed' them..."

"I feel for your loss," Yunia says in a soft tone.

Silvane sighs and slaps her face, trying to give herself a boost of energy. "I'm tired of feeling. I've already fulfilled my goal and reclaimed my family name. It's time to move on and look forward to my future."

"Wait, so you're not a Blood Slave anymore?" I ask.

She smiles gently at me and says, "I still am, and I always will. I've sworn to serve the Anaras, but it'll be in the form of a n.o.ble servant family. I've returned to being Silvane Andera, currently the only member of my house."

Oh wow... that's incredible. But wait...

"I don't think I can follow your path. I've already received the mercy of being allowed to become a Blood Slave. The best that I can hope for is to become a Ryder one day," Yunia says.

I grab her hand and give it a warm squeeze. She glances at me and flashes a small smile, then returns to her more stern, natural look.

"I wish you good fortune. Seeing how Wolf treats those that he loves, you two will be fine together," Silvane says and bows quickly.

Nono nods repeatedly and says, "Helios is a pretty nice bunch of people. I hope that you all do well together. But, oh... I don't know if their lifestyle is on a high enough level for n.o.bility..." -She smiles wryly and scratches her head shyly- "sorry, Wolf."

"I'm not sn.o.bbish," Yunia says and calmly shakes her head. "I can handle some rough living since I was raised as the Chosen Descendant. Besides, it's not going to be like this forever."

Nono nods in understanding, and Silvane caresses her ears again.

"I think that we should be going. I have to report this to Vanea so that we cut ties with Lord Ira," Silvane says.

"Alright," I say and nod. "We'll see each other again soon. After we become n.o.bles, there will be a marriage ceremony, so look forward to that."

We get up to shake hands, but Silvane instead pulls me into a quick hug, then Nono does the same. The smell of their hair is delicious, the touch of their exposed skin against my own is stimulating, and their b.r.e.a.s.t.s squashed against my chest is arousing.

Calm down, other me, they are friends, not food.

"We're staying in a guest mansion within the castle grounds in Rabanara, but you can come to visit us at any time," Silvane says.

"Alright, then. If we decide to rest for a few days, we might take up on your offer," I respond.

"Please do," she says with a gentle smile and turns to Yunia. "Stay well, Miss Yulania."

"You too, Miss Silvane, Miss Nononya," Yunia gracefully says, and they share a delicate handshake.

They leave the room, and their bodyguards follow them without a word.

I throw myself on the bed and sigh. "These have been some pretty hectic days, huh?" I ask rhetorically.

"Always listen to the singing of the birds," she says and lays down beside me.

I turn to the side to look at her. "What does that mean?"

She smiles smugly. "I want you to take a guess."

"Something about enjoying the good times while they last?"

"Good guess. Also, when the birds stop chirping, it means that something bad has pa.s.sed through the area."

"What does that have to do with our situation?"

"Misery never affects only one person, it always spreads around, but what you should pay attention to is its source."

"I still don't see how this relates to us."

She turns her head to the side to look at me. "Vanea was feared for being ruthless, but when I looked at Silvane, I saw that she was disappointed in herself, not that she feared Vanea's punishment. Maybe Vanea is changing?"

"Huh... that'd be good news. I'm also one of those scared of Vanea."

She turns to the side and lands a soft hand on my cheek. "You don't have to meet with Vanea; I can deal with her if we ever need to talk with her again."

I hold her hand and give it a small squeeze. "Thanks, but I'm not so frail anymore."

She smiles smugly. "The other wives think otherwise."

"Then I'll prove them wrong."

She chuckles, then moves her hand to my hair and starts caressing it soothingly.

"We haven't finished what we started. Want to continue?" I ask, innocently.

She pulls at a few strings of her not-bikini, and it starts to unravel, revealing her perfect body to me. "Show me your oh-so-famous-[Ma.s.sage]. You can start with my feet."

I lick my lips and look down at my meal. Delicate, small, and cute little toes are ready to be sucked.

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Intermission 15 - Silvane

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I let a sigh escape my lips as we leave the inn.

"So... he got another one," Nono says, sounding disappointed.

"Well, he has a Gift. Heroes are known to be 'vigorous,'" I respond with a smirk.

"I don't want to be his seventh." Nono's ears flop completely.

I caress her ears as we walk, and she tilts her head closer, wanting to be petted more.

We return to the main street, and I pull her into a hug.

"W-what?" She asks, confused.

I kiss her nose, and her whiskers twitch adorably, then I smile and say, "We'll find a wonderful man for you one day, don't worry."

She smiles weakly and lowers her head against my shoulder. "But I'm tired. I want a man, I want to lose my virginity, and I want to marry," she says in a low tone.

"Then marry me!" I suggest and kiss her cheek.

She lifts her head and looks at me with worry. "Silfy... I told you that I want to stop with these games. I could barely stop myself from jumping on Wolf. I can't hold back my l.u.s.t anymore."

I chuckle. "We don't have to play with my fetishes all the time! And I'm serious, marry me!"

"But you don't have a..." She trails off and looks away.

"A p.e.n.i.s? So what?! We can still ask Haaran, Wolf, or some other man for that!"

She turns back and starts to smile, but the worry doesn't disappear from her face. "You have many men around you. I don't want that, I don't want a big harem."

I shake my head. "They're just 'work' for Vanea; I'm not going to sleep around all the time, and I certainly don't need more than one cute toy..."

Her lips tremble, and she hugs me back.

"I love you, Nono. Marry me, please."

"Yes..." She whispers an answer.

I squeal and squeeze her chest against mine.

"I love you, Silfy!" She exclaims, and the people around us stop to stare. Hopefully, she won't notice that for a while because when she does, she'll freeze in embarra.s.sment for a solid hour.

We loosen our hug and lovingly gaze into each other's eyes.

"Now, we have to solve the matter of your virginity..." I start.

She groans shyly. "I don't think I want Haaran to do it."

I nod. "I agree. We should ask Wolf."

Her ears deflate again in dismay. "Would he even accept? He has so many women around him..."

I smirk. "Once he's a Lord, ma~ybe we could 'strike a deal.'"

She frowns. "I don't want to 'sell' myself like that."

"It's just a pretext. We need this so that his wives don't feel too jealous about him ravaging you. And if it works... then we can actually 'negotiate.'"

"Hm..." She moans and puckers her lips in thought.

I put my mouth near her ear and whisper with all the gentleness that I can muster. "Nono, he's a Gifted person, a Hero of legends. Imagine if he impregnates both of us!"

"Ah!" She exclaims and looks at me, wide-eyed. "W-would Haaran accept that? Weren't you going to give him a child?"

I grin slyly. "Of course he would. I can have more than one child, can't I?"

Nono seems at a loss for words, but slowly, I see l.u.s.t and acceptance growing in her eyes.

"I love you, Nono," I say and smirk.

"I love you, Silfy," she shyly says.

I kiss her cute red lips, and even more people stop to stare at us with envy.

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--Hall of Fame of Patrons

The patrons who support Rupegia shall have their names sung by the bards for they deserve the glory and honor. Their names are:

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