After the Dance of the Sacred Tree cluded, Noelle and her group arrived at the Elven King's pace.
tally, Maya had returned as well, and decided to join them iing her elder sister, the Elven Queen.
"Mother... you..."
As soon as Noelle stepped through the door, she saw her mother with her face buried in the Elven King's hair.
Although Queen Martha’s height was simir to Farkonia's—just over 160 cm—King Frairen's fair hair was extraordinarily long, measuring about one and a half times her ow. Her snowy white hair wasn’t sleek and straight but puffed up like a massive fluffy cloud, enough to obscure Martha entirely.
"Hmm? Oh, Noelle, it’s you all. Don’t worry, I’m just recharging."
Hearing Noelle’s voice, Martha lifted her head nontly, as if nothing unusual had happened. Ign the delicate figure in her arms and the wandering hands, she presehe image of a calm and refined woman.
"Is there a reason you’ve e to see me?"
Frairen, unbothered by Martha’s tactile explorations—or perhaps too aced or numb to notice—turo Noelle with her usual posed demeanor.
"I have a request... or rather, I’m here to vey a cooperation proposal from another race."
Noelle stepped aside to let Misako and the others e forward.
"They wish for our elven race to assist them iablishing an allianarginalized races, including demi-humans, demons, monsters, and yokai."
"And?"
Despite her delicate and endearing appearance, Frairen’s presence suddenly radiated the majesty and authority expected of a ruler. Even with Martha ging to her in an urained manner, Frairen’s anding aura domihe space, rendering distras irrelevant.
‘...She truly is the Elven King,’ Noelle thought, reizing the vast power emanating from Frairen. She was strohan Misako, undeniably so.
For most dominant races, their stro member—the king or queen—typically reached the high ranks of the tenth tier. Among the upper echelon of superior races, some could even touch the pinnacle of the tenth tier.
In parison, humans, who were not a superior race, produced their stro individuals from the Sage Tower and the Warlords of the Honor Alliance. However, these individuals only mao reach the lower levels of the tenth tier and, due to natural racial limitations, were weaker in bat pared to their peers of superior races.
Misako herself was around mid-tier tenth level, still far from being a match for Frairen.
"…I want to help those who are oppressed. As such, the bck demon race... no... yokai race promises to stand with the elves—"
"MmQ…!"
Before Misako could finish her statement, a soft, adorable sound interrupted her.
The souroher than Frairen herself, who just moments ago was radiating regal dominance.
Now, Frairen's modest, pin outfit—ged after sweating through her dance—bulged slightly in the front. Upon closer iion, it was shaped suspiciously like hands resting over her chest.
"Alright, stop the act already."
"…Fine, no more ag, but don’t poke me there!"
"Then where should I poke? Or are you saying you want…"
Martha, now leaning against Frairen’s ear, licked her lips a her wandering hands slide lower inside Frairen’s clothes.
"Wait, no, don’t—ah~"
It seemed Martha had taken a ‘three-pronged’ approach—her hands, her lips, and now her teeth, biting down on Frairen’s long elven ear.
"Uh… Let’s leave. Right now!"
Although their versation was ducted in whispers inaudible to others, Noelle, as their daughter, immediately sensed something was off.
"Don’t ask why. And Rover, stop staring like you’re taking notes. Out. Now!"
After a brief otion, everyone except Frairen and Martha was ushered out of the room.
"…I apologize. My mother cks restraint… or awareness of the situation." Noelle’s expression was one of deep embarrassment as she addressed the group.
"It’s fine, really. It was… amusing. I mean, time is on our side," Misako replied, though Noelle suspected it was merely a polite response. Knowing Misako’s pent for romantic drama and pyful teasing, she probably found the situation highly eaining.
"Truly, I—"
"Ah~ No! Stop~"
"You say no, but your body says otherwise~"
"……"
"…I’ll give my mother a stern talking-to ter. No matter how casual she is about such things, there’s a time and pce for everything."
Noelle silently vowed to address her mother’s behavior. Whether it was some peculiar ‘py’ or something else, it was inappropriate a everyone feeling awkward.
Meanwhile, an elf off to the side murmured quietly, their expression flicted and tinged with faint envy. Noelle, however, failed to notice.
...
By the afternoon, the group had gathered in the pace’s garden.
The location had been ged because, apparently, the previous room was now filled with a strange aroma, a mix of floral, milky, and other indescribable sts. Thus, the outdoor setting was deemed necessary.
"My apologies. Frairen was so itted to her performahat it took some time t her back to normal." Martha smiled demurely.
"…Don’t bme her, Mother. Tell the truth."
"…I got carried away."
Faced with Noelle’s stern gaze, Martha’s elegant smile quickly faltered.
"It’s not my fault! Frairen is simply too adorable! What elf wouldn’t want to snuggle her and shower her with affe?"
Martha swept Frairen up into her arms.
"After her bath, she smelled faintly of the bath salts she used, mingled with her unique floral fragrance. Her pale skin was flushed from the hot water, making her even more captivating. And her hair—soft, warm, and fragrant after dryi so heavenly that I couldn’t resist burying my fa it. Add her delicate, vulnerable expression, and it’s impossible not to want to proted… tease her just a little. Especially whearts tearing up, begging softly. It’s irresistible!"
Martha pressed her face against Frairen and inhaled deeply.
"Ah~ Frairen! How you be so impossibly cute? I just want to mess you up pletely, then cradle you like a child—or eveer, let you pamper me like a treasure!"
"……"
Even Noelle, and Rover, who had spent more time with Martha and was usually more uanding, were left speechless.
Their earlier s about Maya’s instability paled in parisoo Martha, Maya seemed dht reserved.
