After that battle, my life changed dramatically.
Aside from being hailed as the world's savior upon returning to the continent, the na 'Sylvia Everwood' had been given the title 'Goddess' before it.
I beca sowhat of a deity, it seems.
People worship since, their prayers practically reach my ears every day, and they also pay all sorts of tributes without my knowledge. But if they found out that I slacked off constantly after that one battle, would they point fingers at ...?
After all, old habits die hard, even after a decade or two.
''Crap. This guy is spamming golden super armor.''
''Dodge, dodge! I'll ult!''
''Shouldn't we run? The monk transford.''
''You're right...!''
Alas, I am but a lazy, ga-addicted elf.
It took a bit to realize that I could live on leisurely without having to concern myself with an impending threat. After that? I fully indulged myself, staying inside my room every day.
Since the great calamity is now over, and demonic beings are almost extinct, the world has been in a celebratory mood these days. Festivals stack upon one another across countries, and the people's lives are drastically changing.
As for ... I'm good, actually.
I wake up, eat Emy's food, play gas, watch ani, flirt with my lovers, fight with them in bed at night, then go to sleep. It is a rather ridiculous routine, yet one I am more than content with.
They say you won't even notice how fast ti passes when you're having fun.
As I look at the calendar one day, I belatedly notice that it has been half a year since that final mont.
''...I'd better make so plans, huh.''
Perhaps the elf ntality has affected , but I feel no rush. I can stall like this for at least a hundred years, just idling with my computer and internet. But my lovers... not so much. I can feel it lately—they're impatient.
How can I not know it?
They're eager to marry and knock my belly big with their children, of course. Almost feral. Reproductive instincts are scary...
Honestly, I'm hesitating a little. Not because I don't want their children or anything, but because I fear being a bad mother. Psychologically, I still want to play for a few more years at least. With that being said, can I really do my job well, especially with how... many of them I need to handle at once?
Once the first child is born, the floodgates will be open. Neither of them would let the other won 'get an upper hand,' so I'd stay pregnant for a decade, at least.
For a while, I sulk in my room, contemplating this matter.
The wedding can still proceed as early as they want. I also wish to wed them as soon as possible. But the children...
''...''
Scenes of Elysia and Stella, my twin daughters with Emy, flash through my mind. Their little hands holding mine, their innocent smiles, their childish words...
Right. I've made my promise to et them. Just the thought of that reunion fills with restless anticipation. Not to ntion the other children I haven't t... what can I say?
Although it would undoubtedly be tough, I think I want to try being a mom.
One day, I arrange a grand eting with all my lovers present. All seven of them—Liana, Emy, Tina, Anna, Sariel, Eva, and Luna.
''Let's get married.''
A simple sentence from , and the room almost erupts into cheers. It doesn't take a genius to know that they have been longing for this mont.
Once the topic is open, it hardly dies down.
The girls begin to discuss the wedding fervently. What dress do they want to wear, what location would be suitable, which guests they would invite... shouldn't this be better handled by our parents...?
''But Sylvia, when do you want to hold the ceremony? Just the rough date.'' Anna nudges at .
''Hm... it's July right now, so the sun is kinda harsh. We need to prepare a lot, too, so how about late August?''
''After your birthday?''
''Yeah.''
My birthday is on August 8th. We already have so plans for that, as my na now is nothing to be scoffed at. I wonder if Dad and Mom can handle our wedding, too.
''You want an outdoor wedding?'' Liana chis in.
''Why not? The scenery near the Erald Palace is beautiful.''
''I guess that's true.''
In the end, we spend an entire afternoon discussing the inevitable ceremony. After that is sowhat settled, another topic cos up. This one is rather... sensitive, to say the least.
''So, how do you want to do it?'' Eva calmly asks. ''Marry all of us at the sa ti... or one at a ti?''
''If we choose the latter, I guess Emilia will be first, and I'll be the second,'' Liana interjects. ''Would that apply to the wedding night, too?''
''Uh...''
I an, if we base it on the order of 'seniority' within the harem, the arrangent would be similar to that. The two elves first, Tina and Anna, Sariel, and then the two goddesses. Still, wouldn't it make the latter ones feel... unfair?
I'd rather be gangbanged every night for seven days than let them painfully queue for that amount of ti.
''I'll marry you all in one swoop!'' I confidently declare. ''As for the wedding night, I'll make it a wedding week.''
''You an...?''
''Just bed freely for a week. Not a big difference from what we usually do anyway.''
''And you'd be fertile?'' Sariel teases. ''Then we have to compete for the firstborn, hm?''
''E-Exactly.''
A fiery spark forms imdiately between the won. Once the rules are set, they can only do their best... and I'll be the one reaping the benefits, heheh.
Ti slowly passes.
As we approach the determined date, I start to feel anxious. After all, it's not anyone else's but my wedding. What if sothing goes wrong during the ceremony? What if the weather is bad that day?
Of course, I can alter the weather with a flick of my hand, but little thoughts like those fill my head lately.
Even more than that, I'm... excited.
My spouses are all outstanding people. It might sound like I'm bragging, but there hasn't been a dull mont with them. And I get to marry them all? I'm not sure I'm even worth their attention.
Still, this is reality, and I really can't be happier.
''Baby~! Are you there?''
''Mom?''
''It's ti you get fitted for your wedding dress.''
''Ah, I'm going!''
August 22nd, 1756.
With a restless yet utterly eager mind, I welco the new day.
From early morning, the Erald Palace has been noisy, with attendants rushing around and guests streaming in. As I peer out the window, a sudden realization dawns within —
—I'm getting married today.
My mouth imdiately curls into a smile.
After getting dressed—lightly, of course—I get out of my room, feeling the air sweeter than usual. Catching a maid running by, I casually ask, ''Do you know where my parents are?''
''Ah, they're receiving guests at the mont!''
I guess that's natural. We invited a lot of people for this grand occasion, after all.
Most of the guests, including the families of the brides, have arrived days prior, but so who are from afar only reach this place today. Since Dad and Mom aren't available, I seek out my soon-to-be wives instead.
At this point, it isn't hard to discern their presence from others.
Changing room.
''Sylvie! You're late!''
''Sorry... I overslept.''
That was a lie. I couldn't sleep at all last night, but... I suppose they will see through my deception. Not that it matters much, anyway.
I greet them one by one, casually, since we have t every day, though I guess this one is a little more special.
My partners and their maids are already busy running through the preparations for the main event. We will hold the ceremony at nine, and when it finishes, a royal feast lasting three days ensues. It's not at the level of a national event... yet, but the capital city of Ayr will beco much livelier, for sure.
''My Lady, we won't make it at this rate!''
Sophia, who's already on standby, quickly pushes to my chair. Trusting my personal maid's skills, I obediently let her groom . anwhile, I steal glances at my brides.
''...''
Dazzling.
To save trouble and to match the general concept, we have agreed to keep jewelry minimal. More like not wearing them. I an, take a stranger, and they'd say that we don't even need them to shine.
Seeing my partners with their pretty makeup confirms this fact for .
Our dresses are, of course, pristine white, although there are variations between the fits. Each of them is carefully designed so as not to be too formal nor too casual, simple but with elegance, just how I want it to be.
If anything, this is a pure heaven just for to enjoy.
As I imrse myself in that heaven, ti trickles by. Just when we're all pri and proper, an attendant knocks on the door, ''Ladies, it is ti.''
Exchanging encouraging glances, we follow her closely.
There is a beautiful plain with white flowers draped over its greenery near the Erald Palace. Tents and venues have been raised ever since the location was decided. Now, they are as grand as a small town.
We get into a tent near the stage, naturally so. Our families are already waiting inside, bearing proud expressions.
My parents get to relish in the most 'glorious' honor, having such a Casanova of a daughter. Emy's parents seem content, while Liana's are quite eager. This ti, Tina's brother is here instead of the emperor, though I guess that is for a better cause.
Since Anna, Sariel, Eva, and Luna don't have relatives, they're quickly 'taken in' by the other three families. They, too, need soone to hold their hands during the walk.
...So I'm the 'husband' in this case? What a weird one, now that I think about it.
''...I didn't expect the venue to be this full.'' Dad sighs amidst the faint laughter outside. ''Well? Daughter and daughters-in-law, are you ready?''
In response to his gentle smile, we offer a determined nod.
Soon, I hear the MC give the crowd so hype, stirring their cheers, ''Esteed guests! Please welco our bride, the pride of Everwood, and the young goddess herself—Sylvia Everwood!''
Waving at my brides, I erge from the tent, holding Dad's hand.
My capable father guides through endless rows of guests, his hand warm and steady. Once I set my feet on the stage, an unexpected wave of nostalgia hits .
Looking at the faces below, I am reminded of my long journey.
Mom, Justia, nanny.
Grandpa, grandma.
The forr saints.
The classmates and nobles from Aragon.
The Felidaes.
The rmaid Queen.
Miracle and Courage.
The dragon princess.
And all the folks I've t throughout my travels. They are here to celebrate my happiest day. These precious connections we have made so far... I hope they will never be severed.
But of course, my most prized treasures... can only be these seven wonderful won, with whom I have sworn to dedicate myself for the rest of my life.
''Please welco—the brides of Her Holiness!''
One by one, led by the representatives of their families, my brides enter the stage, lining up orderly before . They can't seem to contain a smile, the flush on their cheeks apparent.
And I'm the sa.
''Sylvia Everwood.'' My Dad solemnly calls.
''Yes, father.''
''Will you take Raeliana Seymour of House Seymour, Emilia Campbell of House Campbell, Christina Alistaire Aragon of the Imperial House Aragon, Anastasia of the Eva Holy Church, Sariel of the Infinite Range, Evangeline of Aria, and Lunaris Lucienne of the Aris Kingdom as your wives?''
''I will.''
''Will you vow to be with them in good tis and bad, in sickness and health, and to love them for the rest of your life?''
''Until death do us part, I vow.''
Dad then addresses my brides in the sa way, letting them answer the vow individually. The unanimous reply is, of course—''Until death do us part, I vow.''
''The brides may exchange their tokens of love.''
Raeliana eagerly steps forward, gently takes my hand, and puts a ring on my fourth finger. This symbolizes all seven of them—their oaths—to .
I then retrieve an erald ring from my inventory and carefully put it on hers, too. We share a kiss shortly after.
Of course, I do the sa for the rest of my brides, in order, tentatively and sincerely.
My mind is unexpectedly calm during this important process. Since I trust them and they trust , there is nothing to be afraid of. And when everything is finished, a swelling joy takes over .
''With this, I declare these eight as wives!''
With this... we're officially married.
Unable to contain their happiness, Liana, Anna, and Emy jump in to embrace , their excitent palpable, while the others watch on with a tender smile.
Afterward, we entertain the guests for a while with a feast that has already been prepared.
Early afternoon.
When we have taken off most of the dragging clothes, halfway readying ourselves for the evening banquet, Mom approaches us with a cara in her hand, ''Should I take a picture for you all?''
''Didn't we already take it during the ceremony?'' I ponder.
''Those were formal. You know, I think I want to keep a more... cozy pose for our family. Is it alright?''
''Sure! Let call my... wives over.''
Against the vast sky and tall clouds, with blankets of daisies lining our path, we stand before the cara's lens.
''Brighten your faces! Say 'Cheese'...!''
''Cheese.''
''Wait, why do you get to keep that spot?!''
Emy and Liana imdiately cling to as Tina bickers near the twin-tailed elf.
''Let in, too!''
''Stand still. Let fix your veil first.''
Anna reaches from the side as Sariel calmly holds her back.
''They're getting along well, don't you think?''
''Sure.''
Eva and Luna softly chuckle.
Soaked in the rosy-tinted mont, I can't help but smile. Until this mont, we've been through a lot. Lots of hardships, lots of fortunes together.
And I'm sure that it'll be the sa in the future.
But just as we have gotten through them all together, I believe we will stay happy, carefree like this, to the end of ti. I'm sure the past couldn't have thought that her life would change so dramatically, from an otaku girl to the happiest one in the universe.
Now... I can confidently say it—this is my life as a netizen elf in another world.
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