Story: I'm a Daemon, so what?
Disclaimer: I do not own the original setting.
Chapter 170: Lewd ELves
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- Felix -
"Hmm, Master is going to bestow a name upon you now." Lalatina told Querehsha. I didn't do so right away as I wanted Querehsha to adjust to her new Skill to learn how it worked, as well as adapt to the laws of this world.
Querehsha did still have divinity, and that was something that seemed to be consistent across worlds for the most part as it hadn't particularly changed, though I hadn't met many beings with divinity in other worlds in the first place.
"Thank you, Master." Querehsha bowed. Lalatina nodded in approval.
I just rolled my eyes at their byplay.
"I'll keep it simple. I name you, Querehsha." I felt a moderate amount of energy flow out of me instantly as it coalesced into Querehsha, though as the energy flowed out of me, I could feel some Love Energy be intertwined into it.
I could have stopped it if I wanted to, but Othinus clearly had a reason for doing what she was, a reason that I could probably guess.
Normally, naming someone as strong as Querehsha would be draining, but I had enough energy that, percentage wise, the amount I expended to name Querehsha wasn't even close to my maximum output. Even then, Magicule Breeder Reactor made it a breeze to get through.
Querehsha gasped and took a step back as her name was engraved onto her soul, overwriting her original name with my mark, and a deeper soul connection was formed between the two of us.
"Mmm~!" She moaned as her eyes rolled into the back of her head as my energy slowly refined her. She wouldn't grow that much stronger from my naming, as at a certain power level, being given a name isn't going to do a whole lot other than solidify the ego.
At least unless the person doing the naming is vastly stronger, and while I was way stronger than Querehsha, even that gap wasn't enough.
For example, Rudra, who was a True Dragon-class individual, named Guy, and yet according to Guy, he didn't really grow in strength from the naming back then, despite being at 8,000,000 EP or so. Although his potential was exponentially expanded.
Querehsha was slightly different in that she had grown a little stronger, but most of the effects of the naming were focused on expanding her potential.
Querehsha trembled as the last strands of energy settled inside her. She didn't evolve or anything, but I could sense that her EP had increased. She was now in the same leagues as Arcueid, Megumin, and Lalatina, at least in regards to EP. In combat, she'd still be no-diffed.
She didn't go unconscious or anything as she regained control of her energy as this was no evolution. I wasn't even sure if Querehsha could evolve. She was already a divine being and a Spiritual Lifeform. Even her vessel was top notch and fit her perfectly.
She raised a hand to her chest, eyes wide with wonder. "I… I can feel it." Querehsha did have a name, even before I gave her one, but it was a much weaker name for lack of a better word.
It was likely something the Absolute Being half-heartedly gave to the original Monarchs, of which Querehsha was one of the few to remain originally, and now she was the last to remain.
Lalatina nodded smugly. "Indeed. Master's grace truly does feel wonderful, especially the first time. Be thankful."
"I am." Querehsha replied, bowing again, lower this time. Lover told me that she had gained some more appreciation for me, something Lalatina also seemed to notice. Lalatina caught my gaze and winked at me, as if I knew what that meant.
Querehsha also seemed to be a bit more dazed, and for lack of a better word, drunk. Drunk on my Love Energy. Love Energy could literally be addictive, especially when directly exposed to the soul like what I did with Querehsha during the naming.
Its effects would linger in her spiritual body, though there was a positive to that as well, as it would slightly refine her Spiritual Body.
I was pretty sure that was the method Othinus was trying to use to fully "convert" Querehsha. Sometimes pleasure was a greater controller than pain.
"Teehee~!"
I wasn't going to complain. It sounded like more fun for me down the line, but I would be fine even if what I expected didn't happen. It wasn't like I was left wanting for partners, who I was still grateful for.
"You know your roles." I told both Lalatina and Querehsha. "Make sure she knows everything she should and the things she can and cannot do."
Lalatina bowed. "Yes, Master!"
With that, I left the two of them alone. Once I entered back into my palace grounds, I grinned as I spotted the silhouette of a familiar maid going about her duties.
"Ah, Evelyn, it feels like it's been ages." I said as I appeared behind her. Said maid stiffened up at the sound of my voice before turning around and bowing.
"Master. Indeed, it has been quite some time since you have called upon my… services."
Truly, messing with Elmesia was always a good pastime. It was her own fault, really. She sent herself into the jaws of the shark, not the other way around.
I'm sure that during her tenure as a maid here, she had learned that actions do in fact have consequences. In this case, those consequences were doing all sorts of pseudo-lewd things with me.
I didn't plan to venture into the lewd territory though, at least not yet if it ever happened. It wasn't hard for me to see that Elmesia wasn't particularly against something like that, but I wanted to tease her a bit more.
Though I did plan to check in with the real Elmesia at some point. Not about Evelyn, but because I wanted to invite her to my territory to take a look around. She expressed interest in doing so on my last visit to her territory, but I pushed it off until later as I was planning to go to a different world rather soon at that point.
"Raiden told me that she'd been teaching you a lot." Raiden didn't go into detail, but she did say that Evelyn had been thoroughly educated for all her maidly "duties", whatever that meant.
Raiden was being oddly suggestive when she said that too, which wasn't something she did often. Part of me wondered if she really did do what she had implied, and if so, I could only praise my maid for a job well done, if only because imaging that was pretty funny.
Raiden had seemingly gotten quite a lot done while I was done, she trained to perfect her energy control as much as she could and she got more in tune with her draconic side, as well as a few other things.
Evelyn's gaze strayed away from me at my words, and she blushed slightly. Through Lover, I could sense the embarrassment sprouting within her, as well as the curiosity and awe. "Ah… yes, Lady Raiden has proved an… educational mentor." Evelyn finally settled on saying.
"I'm sure she was. Anyways, follow me, I think I've missed your service while I was away from my territory." I ordered her.
Evelyn's lips twitched, but she smiled and bowed nonetheless. "Of course, Master. It would be my pleasure."
- Elmesia El Ru Sarion -
Her lips twitched as she continued to watch over Kenya's training, all the while she was intimately massaging Felix at the same time. It wasn't often that she had two bodies active at once, so she was still a bit thrown off by it, but she could manage it. Though she wasn't sure if she would say the same thing if she were in serious combat.
"Yes, well done." She told Kenya as he succeeded in performing the Fourth Form: Blooming Flame Undulation of the Flame Breathing Style, ignoring the sensations she was getting from Evelyn in the process.
She could shut the sensations off completely if she desired, but where was the fun in that? She liked to live dangerously. Plus, she wouldn't deny it, but a part of her felt thrill at the line she was toeing with her relationship with Felix.
It truly was a 'would they won't they' situationship. She wouldn't deny that she was interested in intimate matters with Felix. She was centuries old and didn't mind doing such things with those she felt close enough to and both emotionally and physically attracted to.
Felix certainly was easy on the eyes, and his personality was certainly amusing enough. Not to mention what he had done for her and her mother.
He did something that neither of them ever thought possible. They thought he had been killed by the Chaos Dragon, a being that in its full power would be difficult for her to fight, and yet he defeated that beast during the attack on Tempest, and he brought her father, and her mother's husband back, something that she was still getting used to.
She wouldn't perform such acts out of gratitude alone, but it did lay the seeds. Heh, seeds.
Her and Felix certainly got along well enough now, and she would be grateful to him for the rest of her life, to the point that if he needed her at any point, she would be there. Such was the size of the debt between them, a thought that her mother shared.
But whatever happened, happened. She would merely continue to live as she pleased, doing and making friends with whoever she thought was interesting, as she always had.
If she and Felix ended up getting along in more… intimate ways, then so be it. But if not, she would still enjoy the friendship they had and the many years she was certain they would continue to have fun.
The pranks they could get up to when the political landscape calmed down a little would be glorious.
Plus, a part of her did luxuriate in the ways in which Felix would react to her tender touches. Then there was the powerful energy he would use against her when he felt like putting her in her place, which were Raiden's own words.
She was curious what other tricks he may have up his sleeve, what other pleasures he could bring her, and she him, and in what ways she would lose to him.
It truly was a thrilling relationship, and she was rather curious to see where it went.
"Woohoo, one step closer to being like Kyojuro Rengoku!" Kenya said as he pumped his fist up into the air, seemingly elated at his accomplishment of the Mystic-Art he had been trying to recreate.
That was a form he was struggling with due to the rapid strikes necessary, and the difficulty in maintaining the flames whilst moving at such speeds.
In the end, despite his potential, Kenya was just a child, if one stronger than most grown men. But even that usually wasn't enough for mid-level Mystic-Arts.
Kenya was talented, however. He had to be to have the interest of a Greater Elemental of Light. Once he got a blessing from the Fairy Queen, well from there she had a feeling the rest would be history. Once Kenya had a chance to grow into himself, she was sure he would accomplish all his goals. And as a mentor, that was all she could want.
She may have taken him in out of boredom and slight curiosity at first, but she would see her duty fulfilled. Many thought that she was reckless, arrogant, haughty, undisciplined, and more. And they were mostly right, but that she was undutiful was something none said about her.
All knew that she could just abandon her place as the Divine Empress and continue to live the life of luxury she lived. Almost all Elves knew that it was they who needed her, and not the other way around.
She did what she did, despite the annoyance that she felt on most days, because she cared for her race, the race that was descended from her mother, and wished to see them do more than survive. She wished to see them thrive.
And at this point, she felt like she did a fairly good job at that.
"What did you think, teacher!? Can I be like Rengoku!?" Kenya said as he looked up at her with hopefully eyes.
She smiled fondly as she patted his head. "Of course. I believe you can become far greater than the Flame Hashira." She declared with confidence.
Kyojuro Rengoku was certainly an interesting man, and if he had existed, she would be respectful of him, but she didn't think much of him. He wasn't real after all, but that didn't mean that Kenya couldn't strive to be as virtuous as Rengoku.
Though at first she wasn't aware of just who Kyojuro Rengoku was when Kenya initially began talking about him, but then Kenya gave her an interesting form of literature known as a manga.
This one in particular was called Demon Slayer, and she had enjoyed it. So much so that she finished the entire series in a single day. She could have finished it in a few moments if she wanted to with Thought Acceleration, but that often took the enjoyment out of such things.
Of course, ordinarily recreating the Flame Breathing Style, a purely fictional piece of work would be impossible for most, but she was the Divine Empress, and as Kenya's teacher, she could do that much for him.
She was able to recreate it in a couple hours, modifying it so that it could properly function based on the laws of this world. And since that is what Kenya desired to learn, that was what she had been teaching him.
It wouldn't grant a buff in overall ability from breathing a certain way alone, but she was able to tune it so that in breathing, the technique's user would intake an extraordinary amount of energy from the air.
Then with enough control, this energy could be circulated, increasing the technique user's overall ability.
"Why don't we have a small spar?" She told Kenya. She had been checking his progress regularly, though there was a reason for that, or else she wouldn't spar with him as often, for fear of the negative effects something like that could have on the psyche of a child.
But Kenya did need to be pushed to see the vastness of heaven and earth. So far, he had only been sparring against her knights, and he won many matches. Though he was not facing her personal guard, the Ace-Class Magus, who were far, far too strong for the current Kenya.
Still, facing an ordinary soldier was beginning to have reduced returns, and for the process Kenya was going through, he needed to constantly be pushed to greater heights, for the Divine Tree itself seemed to have taken a bit of an interest in Kenya.
Elmesia was uncertain if it was Felix's interference, as the Divine Tree seemed to hold even greater interest for Felix, or if the Divine Tree merely thought that Kenya could one day grow to be one of its protectors.
Its reasons did not matter much either way, as Elmesia was certain of its kind nature. It was the benevolent tree that had served as their home for centuries, and protected them through thick and thin. The Divine Tree would not seek to nurture Kenya out of malice.
Kenya had attempted to connect to the tree on multiple occasions, as many Elves did, due to her own advice.
He meditated with the Divine Tree once a week. He couldn't quite reach a true connection with the tree, but even without that, the Divine Tree's presence seemed to empower his Spirit temporarily, similar to what it did for her, but temporary.
For her, when she was within the Divine Tree's boundaries, she would receive an overall 'buff' to her abilities.
Kenya had yet to get any permanent gains from that process, yes, but after his meditation, he would be in an abnormal state of focus for some time, which she had used to drill essential concepts into him. She had no doubt that he would eventually become an Enlightened during his meditation through connecting his Spirit with the Divine Tree's own Spirit. It was only a matter of when, not if.
Kenya's eyes brightened. "Really, a spar!?"
She smiled and nodded, even as she fondled Felix's chest under the namesake of a massage as Evelyn.
Ah, she truly was being quite perverted, wasn't she? Here she was, mentoring her beloved pupil who looked at her with such innocent eyes, and yet she was having such thoughts.
Oh well.bit wasn't her fault, it was Raiden's for making her think those lewd activities were a part of her duties, when clearly Felix wasn't even aware of those very same duties that she was seemingly obligated to do.
Truly, what kind of head maid taught other maids how to do those kinds of activities. She even gave a live demonstration with a replica of Felix's phallus! It truly was always the quiet ones.
Indeed, as a centuries old High Elf, and as the Divine Empress, she had long gotten used to blaming others for the tiny problems that came up.
Really, Raiden was quite the handful. Still, she dulled some of the sensations she was receiving from Evelyn, as now was the time to focus solely on Kenya.
While she was in her own head, Kenya had already appeared in front of her, his sword burning hot enough to raise the surrounding temperature. He didn't move particularly fast to her perception, but he was faster than he was at the start of his training under her.
"Pay attention, teacher! First Form: Unknowing Fire!" He yelled as a fire slash made its way towards her.
She just shook her head and smiled as she casually deflected his slash with her bare hands, no Fighting Spirit necessary. Perhaps a part of her did want to show off to her pupil a bit. Plus, he did need his ego crushed slightly. He was beginning to act too confident.
Then her eyes widened as she let out a soft moan. "Mmm~!" She felt a heat pass through her body as an odd form of energy entered her through her connection with Evelyn. Her nipples unconsciously hardened on their own, tingling with a warm, insistent ache that made her shift subtly in place.
A subtle slickness bloomed between her thighs, her core clenching involuntarily as if craving more, something that should be impossible without her own awareness as a Spiritual Lifeform.
She focused more of her attention on what her homunculus body was doing, and was shocked at the state of her other self. Sure, Elmesia may have been piloting Evelyn, but it was more that she had a portion of her mind split that was dedicated to acting as Evelyn, so her main self didn't have to be aware of Evelyn's actions at all times.
Yet now, Elmesia was beginning to think that perhaps she should have been paying attention to what Felix was doing to her other self.
As of this moment, Evelyn seemed to be in shambles as she was flooded with some odd form of pleasurable energy. It felt similar to lifeforce, but more. It felt thick and intoxicating and seemed to be seeping into her very Spiritual Body, though in extremely minor quantities that Elmesia was sure would deal with itself over time.
Spiritual Lifeforms had natural defense mechanisms for those kinds of things, and she was content to allow the issue to fix itself, even as she felt her hard nipples grind against her brassiere.
It seemed like her other consciousness got a little too daring, and so Felix fired back, except Evelyn was physiology incapable of handling nearly as much as Elmesia herself could.
And some of that energy had filtered over into her main self, and she was feeling the consequences of that now. She was rather curious about what energy it was. Perhaps she would ask her mother if she knew sometime.
A persistent throb pulsed low in her belly, urging her to press her thighs together just a little tighter, even as she stubbornly denied the growing warmth coiling within her. Felix had so many random Pleasure Magic spells, it was unfair! It wasn't just the odd energy; his mere touch alone was enough to cause pleasure in her Spiritual Body.
Then there was the odd form of Allure he seemed to have, to the point that she had to intentionally dampen the connection she shared with Evelyn to not get affected by it through Evelyn.
What a scary Daemon.
She focused back on Kenya, even as the energy settled into her Spiritual Body.
Even as she casually sparred against her pupil, the energy lingered in her Spiritual Body, almost sweet and insidious in its nature. By the time she had decided to banish the energy itself, it had already affected the outer layers of her Spiritual Body, though even that was in the process of repairing.
But if even the miniscule quantity of the energy that was present had affected her deeply, she was curious what more would do. If it would truly allow Felix to "defeat" her in their games.
Her breasts felt heavier, the hardened peaks brushing against the fabric of her brassiere with every breath, sending little jolts of electric warmth straight to her aching core.
Just how good could he make me feel directly?
She bit her lip, suppressing another soft whimper as a fresh wave made her inner walls flutter helplessly, the damp heat between her legs making her crave more.
This is absurd... I am Elmesia, the Divine Empress, not some mortal succumbing to lust. She scolded herself internally, even as her hips twitched faintly, seeking friction she refused to acknowledge.
This was fine. Everything was fine.
Evelyn's distant moans echoed in her mind, amplifying the torment, and for a fleeting moment, she wondered, just wondered, what Felix would do to her when fully provoked. At the very least, she knew why he could so easily handle so many lovers.
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"Well done, Kenya. That is enough for now." They had been fighting for about 45 minutes now, though it was mostly Kenya using everything he could think of and then Elmesia perfectly dismantling his attacks, showing him his weaknesses for him to improve upon.
Sometimes that would be through disrupting his energy flow within his body (something she could do due to how much weaker than her Kenya was). Other times she would cancel his attacks out, other times she would dodge it at speeds that Kenya could perceive in order to show him that the speed of his attacks were lacking.
Her state of arousal had mostly subsided, though she had to exert effort to do so, which made it clear how powerful that energy was. Even now, she could feel the slight taint of it on her Spiritual Body. If she lingered on what she felt, she would quickly begin to crave that sensation again.
"Wah, you're a monster, teacher." Kenya panted out from his position on the floor. His reserves left much to be desired, but that was expected when he was competing with a bonafide Saint like her. And even that would grow in time, especially due to his otherworlder nature.
EP, as Tempest had come to call it, primarily grew in a slow and steady process. One's body got stronger as they trained with Aura or Magic, which would allow your body to store more energy, which as a Spiritual Lifeform, equaled stamina and even more physical strength and durability. More energy even in normal lifeforms also resulted in more stamina.
Of course, if a vessel was too weak from the start, then it wouldn't be capable of growing stronger at all, and may even collapse. That was the issue that Daemons suffered under.
In fact, Megumin even temporarily incarnated and caused some chaos in her territory, but due to only incarnating into a local Champion, was only able to last 3 days before the body failed her.
But she was digressing.
Kenya's contract with his Elemental did help substitute for his lack of power in their spar, as Kenya could supply it with magic power, and the Elemental would use its own greater reserves to cast larger spells. He was still learning to use his Elemental in sync with his own combat style as well.
"Fufufu, it seems that Kenya has quite the fighting spirit." Her mother said as she appeared beside her. She turned to face her mother and her… father with a smile.
She had sensed the both of them arrive midway through her spar with Kenya, but her student was making progress, so she didn't wish to interrupt that.
"Indeed, Kenya is quite the hard worker." She praised, making sure Kenya could hear. Everyone needed a good ego booster once in a while, especially after she likely crushed the nascent ego he was developing after beating the regular soldiers of her army.
"Fufufu." Her mother laughed, seeing what she was doing.
"Indeed, he seems to hold quite the potential. I can see why a Greater Elemental of Light chose him." Her father said, his smile bright. He no longer held any contracts with any Elemental due to his more demonic nature. Her father had said that after becoming a Deathman, his Elemental had left him, and since he was still a Deathman, she doubted that any Elemental would want to contract with him due to his nature.
He wasn't quite as repulsive to them as Daemons generally were, but he was still up there on their list.
But even if his days as a Hero were over, that didn't mean he was weak. His two Unique Skills made for a rather impressive combo that could cause even her trouble if used with thorough planning.
Their relationship, however, was still slightly awkward. She was a grown woman who was older than he himself was now, at least in terms of memories, but they were working on it. She was interested in knowing the man that was her father, and he was attempting to make up for lost time, something that she could appreciate.
Not to mention, it was rather awkward to face her father with damp panties. Which thankfully, neither her father nor mother could see. Though she would still have to be careful as her mother had a Skill that could sense deceit.
"Ah, yes. So long as Kenya continues to work hard, I am sure he will grow strong." She responded.
Her father smiled, though she could see some regret behind it. It was a smile that she had seen quite frequently with him. Despite being back from practically certain death, he seemed to be lingering on everything he had missed out on.
That was for her mother to speak to him about, not her.
She couldn't begin to imagine how the world must look and feel to him, nor did she think he would want her to.
In the end, despite their gap in experience, he seemed to still want to try his best to be a proper father to her.
She looked back towards Kenya to see what he was doing, and found that her mother had kneeled in front of him, casting healing magic on him. In a moment, he likely felt his reserves and stamina restored. Her mother did always have a soft spot for children.
"Woah! Thank you, miss!" Kenya said as he shot back up.
"Fufufu, you are my daughter's student. You can treat me like an older sister. Come to me if El ever bullies you!" Her mother said with a grin.
Kenya grinned back at her and nodded. Elmesia just rolled her eyes at her mother acting far younger than her age. She noticed her father looking at the scene fondly.
"Don't you have lessons at this time, Kenya?" She reminded him. It wasn't as if she was his only teacher. He needed to learn more about the various political landscapes, other forms of combat that she wasn't as specialized in, as well as general knowledge, and knowledge about various schools of magic.
She wouldn't allow her pupil to fail at basic arithmetics, after all. Even if tangible power was one of the most valuable resources in this world, education was still important. None of the advancements of her dynasty would have been possible without education.
Kenya's eyes widened in panic. "Ah! You're right!" With that, he sprinted off, leaving the three of them alone.
She just shook her head fondly.
"You seem to have taken to him quite a bit." Her mother noted.
She rolled her eyes. "I suppose. He is my first student, and I do want to see him succeed as I took that responsibility upon myself."
Her mother had taken numerous students throughout the ages, most of which had remained in her territory and served in the government in some way. In fact, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that they served as the foundation of her government.
The most notable student of her mother's was, of course, Leon, who went off to do his own thing and was extremely successful in his own right. He had a reputation that could match or even surpass her own.
Speaking of him, he hadn't visited her in a while. Perhaps she would have to go bother him sometime for being such a negligent little brother. He really was quite cold, though she knew he was a softy underneath. She was pretty sure he was rather busy thinking of ways to spend time with Chloe.
At least that gave her time to focus on how to best mentor Kenya, which was something she had thought through quite a bit as she hadn't done such a thing before in her centuries of life. Sure, she had given tips here and there when she felt like it, but that was far from the commitment she had made to Kenya.
She had ample resources, to the point that it was impossible to fail as Kenya's mentor unless she deliberately had done so, so it wasn't like it would be difficult for her. She would only be investing her time and knowledge, both of which she had ample of.
Plus, most of Kenya's learning at this point was sufficient at others hands. Only the more advanced mechanics of magic and combat would she take over. Though she was considering asking her father if he would be willing to offer tips or even lessons to Kenya here and there.
She didn't quite have any extraordinary swordsman under her, at least none good enough to guide Kenya into Champion-hood, let alone beyond that. Magic was more her forte in combination with her chakram.
"If you would like that, perhaps I could offer some of my own advice to Kenya and teach him swordsmanship, as that is not something you specialize in." As if seemingly reading her mind, her father said.
After a moment her, father hurriedly corrected himself. "Not that your swordsmanship teachings are not adequate, but perhaps I could offer a different perspective."
She rolled her eyes. "There is no need to walk on eggshells. We had agreed to such a thing when you first returned."
Her father may not have been the best swordsman in existence. No, that title likely belonged to the Sleeping Ruler, Leon, or the Lord of Darkness, or maybe even the Destroyer, but he was certainly an amazing one. Greater than any that were in the Sorcerous Dynasty of Sarion, at the very least.
That was also something that he was a bit awkward about. This very dynasty was named after him, and yet here he was, alive and well. She thought it was amusing, though.
She wasn't certain what she could do to help her father get out of the odd state of his. It was as if he wasn't even certain if reality was truly real, not that she didn't understand.
Practically everyone he knew had either grown old or died, he missed his daughter growing up and had no idea what she truly was like, and the world itself had changed vastly, whereas he had remained stagnant. The only constant he had was the adoring love of her mother, which she was sure was grounding him.
Sarion nodded, a relieved smile on his face. "Very well. I will do so during his next swordsmanship lessons. I have been thinking of what he could do better for quite some time. You have recreated the style that he seeks to emulate excellently, but perhaps there could be minor tweaks to make it more efficient." Her father stated, before he began mumbling to himself.
Her mother was just looking fondly upon him. That was another thing she didn't know. He was a swordsmanship enthusiast, and had been rather interested in all the Breathing Styles of Demon Slayer. He had even requested that she acquire all the other manga Tempest was releasing so that he could examine them for more potential Sword Arts.
"While he does that, why don't the two of us have a talk, daughter." Her mother said with a grin.
Elmesia felt a pit form in her stomach. Whenever her mother got that smile, she knew the conversation would be troublesome and probably embarrassing.
"What is it now, mother?" She sighed, accepting the inevitability of her mother's teasing nature. She had to have gotten her own nature from someone, and her father was certainly not who she took after.
"Fufufu, how goes your tenure as Felix's maid Evelyn?" Her mother asked with a grin as she laid her head upon her hand.
Elmesia's eye twitched as she sighed. She wished she didn't tell her mother about that, but in her own defense, she was in a rather compromised emotional state when she revealed that to her mother and father.
Felix had just finished… toying with Evelyn, and she was still dealing with the sensations and her own conflicting thoughts. Then Felix dumped the fact that he had fully revived her father on her, and just gave her father back without a second thought.
Though Erald spilled even more about what she was doing when her mother asked. She would have to get revenge on him too, maybe once his glazing of her father was done.
That was also something that had happened. Erald, and even she herself, were raised on legends of her father, but clearly her uncle had taken to those tales far more, as he practically worshipped the ground that her father walked on.
The two even trained together, something that seemed to help ground her father to reality. She was sure he was quickly growing fond of Erald. Then there was her paternal grandmother's reaction to her father being back.
It really was all quite a mess, but a good mess.
"So?" Her mother asked once again due to her lack of a response. She really was hoping that her ignoring the question would signal to her mother that she did not wish to speak about that, but her mother was stubborn. That was probably something else she got from her mother.
At this point, she had just learned to go along with her mother's prodding. She had hints of her mother's goals with her questioning. Her mother was extremely grateful towards Felix and had already told Elmesia that should he call on the aid of her nation, they were to be there.
Something that was worth far more than it seemed, as her mother was one of the strongest people Elmesia knew. In a straight fight, even Leon may struggle to defeat her, if only due to her speed. She was lightning incarnate, after all.
But it seems that was not enough for the original High Elf. Now she wanted to offer her daughter up on a plate to the wicked Demon Lord.
Truly, what a vile mother. She was ignoring the fact that she would be open to such an arrangement.
"If I recall correctly, he's the one you're interested in." Her mother said, a grin still on her face. "You even researched many Pleasure Magics, and seem to grow flustered at the mere mention of his name. Truly, what a wicked Demon Lord that man is." Her mother sighed exaggeratedly.
Elmesia just groaned.
- Hinata Sakaguchi -
She continued to give Kanae small tips here and there as she worked on her own training, something that was a common sight at the training grounds at this point.
Many thought it was odd that she was giving so much attention to some new recruit. It wasn't as if Kanae's potential was so staggering that she deserved such direct care.
Most of the Great Saints had Kanae's level of talent, if not more, but she was the one who had Kanae brought to this new world. The least she could do was guide her properly, at least until she grew into herself in this world.
Kanae had already grown strong enough that she could defeat a B Rank monster on her own, and her EP was continuously growing at a steady pace as she kept pushing herself.
Kanae's Unique Skill also fit with her combat style rather well, giving Kanae an almost immediate boost despite losing much of her reserves.
Talent wasn't even the only reason why Hinata decided to attempt to recruit Kanae. It was because of her mindset. She could become truly loyal if it was to a cause she truly believed in, and that was what Hinata prioritized most.
Strength could come after, and could be earned with hard work. Though it wasn't that Kanae wasn't talented, but Hinata associated with those who could be considered to have the epitome of talent. Compared to them… even geniuses would be mediocre.
But now that Kanae had gotten settled in and educated, Hinata was more or less focusing on her own strength. There was always room for one to grow stronger, especially as her mastery over her Ultimate Skills was far from perfect.
Her mastery over spiritron manipulation had increased dramatically, and incorporating spiritrons into an attack was the first step of making an attack reach the Ultimate-level without an Ultimate Skill.
She had her elementals as well, but at this point, they couldn't add anything to her own power. She merely retained her contracts with them due to nostalgia and when she wished to go easy on those she sparred against.
Her current goal with the attack she was trying to prepare had changed after she received some advice from Felix. She wanted to have a thin layer of Disintegration over it, one not casted through Luminous, but through her own capabilities with spiritrons.
It would be more powerful, and she would have more control over it that way.
Then, she wished to layer Penetrate on top of it, allowing her to cut through any barrier should she have the required energy. Then finally, on top of it all, she would layer her Holy Haki, giving her attack even more oomph behind it.
It was three conflicting elements that would be destabilized on contact with one another, so even she was having trouble with it. She had been training it since she had gotten back from her trip as well, and yet she felt like she had made minimal progress.
The spiritrons kept destabilizing the Penetrate aspect of the attack, and the same thing happened with her Holy Haki.
She was running Calculation Domain in the background as well, which is what allowed her to spot the issues before they came up. But then she needed to correct the issues, which sometimes involved reworking the entirety of the layering.
It was just a lot of work.
She was beginning to think that if she wanted to truly create this move in a timely manner, she would need some sort of stimulus, otherwise it would be a lengthy process.
Chloe did tell her that she had fought against Veldora, and that despite losing, she learned a lot from the fight. Perhaps it was time for Hinata to conquer The Dungeon? A fight against Veldora would surely put her into fight-or-flight mode, even if she didn't have the exact required hormones or a sympathetic nervous system anymore.
Though it did say a lot about the fact that Chloe lost to Veldora at all in the first place. This Chloe was leagues stronger than she was when Hinata possessed her to seal Veldora away, and yet she still lost.
Hinata liked to mess with Veldora by saying he was an easy fight, but she knew that if they had a rematch, the results would be far less certain.
Even in the past, Veldora did not get to use his full strength, as Hinata disabled him before he could go all out. Perhaps if he went all out in the past, he may not have even been sealed.
No, she would not lie to herself. If Veldora took her seriously from the start back then, he would not have been sealed, and she would have lost.
Despite his lacking technique back then, a True Dragon was still a True Dragon. They were beings far beyond the reach of mortals.
Despite knowing all of that, it didn't take away from her fighting spirit. If she ran away from a fight with Veldora now, then she would never grow strong enough to stand beside Felix, and be relied upon by him.
Veldora would merely be a stepping stone that she would use to learn.
Once that plan was settled inside her head, she decided to at least try to master her Ultimate Skills individually to the highest extent that she could before she started working her way through The Dungeon.
She doubted she'd actually need to use any of her Ultimate Skills until she got to Veldora though. If she actually did need to use any, then she'd yell at Rimuru, asking him just what the hell he was putting in that Dungeon of his.
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Author's Note:
Sup everyone, back with another chapter of Daemon.
This one was more of an interlude chapter to bring up what's been happening while Felix has been gone. Sarion is getting used to being alive, but I tired to show how awkward his relationships would be at this point, when he's missed so much, and just doesn't really know anyone. Hopefully I was able to convey a little bit of what it must be like for him. Bro needs therapy.
Then there is Hinata who is also working on "locking in".
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