It had been six days since I began staying here in the Kingdom of the Dwarves, and at this point, I felt like I’d been sitting around like a duck waiting for soone to pluck . Ti here worked differently—it kept slipping through my fingers the mont I tried to grasp it. The days ca and went so fast that sotis, I’d blink, and the sun had already dipped behind the mountains again. It honestly ssed with my sense of ti.
I never imagined that I would actually end up living here, even temporarily. The whole experience felt surreal—like I was being shoved into a world I’d only seen in fantasy books. The stone halls, the tallic sll from the forges, the constant clanging of hamrs echoing through the underground corridors... yeah, it was weird. Pretty damn weird. And yet, here I was.
"Master," Amon said softly from behind . She was kneading her thumbs into my back, pressing into a knot just beneath my shoulder. A wave of warmth shot through , and I almost groaned from how good it felt. Her fingers were slow, firm, and ridiculously precise—like she had so sixth sense that let her hunt down every stiff muscle in my body.
I swear, she was good at everything. Cooking, flying a helicopter, giving massages, sex—sotis it felt like she was deliberately trying to spoil .
"What is it, Amon?" I asked, relaxing into her touch.
"How’s the negotiation with the Dwarven Queen going?" she asked, her voice gentle but curious.
Naturally she’d ask that. Since it was winter, I didn’t even have to go back to the Academy, which ant I’d been stuck—well, "stationed"—in the Great Forest for way longer than I expected. Long enough that Titania and my other girlfriends were already saying they missed . And honestly, yeah... I missed them too.
They knew what I was doing here wasn’t so leisurely trip. They knew I was working toward uniting the Great Forest’s kingdoms. Because of that, they didn’t nag or cling or guilt-trip into coming back—no, they were surprisingly patient. But of course, that didn’t change the fact that they wanted back in their arms. And it had been quite a while since I last held them.
And, I missed their warmth.
As much as I wanted to drop everything and go ho, I couldn’t. I was practically chained here by responsibility—stuck until Agneis gave her verdict. I couldn’t move forward without it. Couldn’t go back ho either.
Sacrifices. That’s what this whole mission was built on.
But that didn’t an I was ignoring them. No, far from it. With everyone having smartphones now, it wasn’t hard to send ssages back and forth, check on them, hear their voices, see how they were doing. But even so... sotis that wasn’t enough. Especially with winter creeping into every corner of the forest. When it was cold like this, I craved their warmth even more.
Sure, Amon, Anne, and Filia were here with , and they kept company on the cold, lonely nights, but... well, that didn’t erase how much I missed the others.
"We still have to wait for Agneis’ verdict," I finally said. "So for now, that’s all we can do. Just wait."
Waiting—my least favorite thing in the world—yet here I was, doing it day after day.
"Should I give you the reports on what you’ve missed so far?" Amon asked.
"Alright," I said.
"Lady Irene and Lady Rose have officially taken maternity leave from the academy," she began. "It seems the entire academy knows about their pregnancy now, and many are starting to think their children have the sa father."
Of course they would think that. It wasn’t even surprising.
"That’s because the father appears to be mostly absent, and no one knew Lady Irene or Lady Rose had lovers. And since they got pregnant at almost the sa ti... many assu they conceived during a threeso."
Well. They weren’t exactly wrong, so I couldn’t complain.
"And Lady Charlotte is starting a new business venture," Amon continued. "She’s graduating this year, so she wants to build sothing for herself."
"Charlotte? Starting a business?" I raised an eyebrow.
"She plans to create an organization," she said. "A rcenary group, I believe."
"A rcenary group?" I repeated, a little stunned. "That’s... not sothing I expected from her."
Charlotte heading an organization, especially a rcenary one—it caught off guard. She was always elegant, composed, refined... not really the "rcenary commander" type.
"She said she wants to be useful to you. She wants to help with whatever she can," Amon said gently. "She said it was the least she could do."
That was sweet of her. Very sweet. I was definitely going to fuck her in a beautifully masochistic way the next ti I saw her.
While Amon continued her report, the air shifted. Suddenly, the door opened, and Agneis appeared with that usual bright, confident smile that she always wore like armor.
"Sirion," she greeted.
It was hard not to stare. She was wearing barely anything despite it being the middle of winter. The wind slipped through the hallway, rustling her minimal clothes and showing flashes of her skin. She wasn’t nude, but she was close enough that my eyes didn’t know where to settle.
Wasn’t she cold? Seriously, how was she not freezing?
"What a lovely morning, isn’t it?" she said, her voice light. "And you seem to be enjoying it the most."
"Trying to," I said.
"But I’m sorry to ruin your mont. May I borrow you for a bit?" she asked. "I want to speak with you alone."
Oh. This might finally be the mont the real discussion began.
Well, no more waiting.
***
Agneis led into her throne room.
Compared to the grand halls of other kingdoms, the dwarves’ throne room was small, compact, and sturdy—like everything else they built. The stone walls were carved with ancient runes, glowing faintly in the torchlight. The air was warm from the forges nearby, and the faint tallic scent lingered like perfu.
She sat down on her throne, the stone seat carved with astonishing detail, and casually crossed her legs. The movent lifted her clothes just enough that I caught a glimpse of her panties.
She didn’t even try to hide it.
"Now then," she said with a sly little smile, "how about we start our conversation?"
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