Capítulo 32: Aftermath
[Malgath POV]
Opening my eyes, I saw that I was inside my tent. I felt a heaviness all over my body, not from fatigue or my wounds, but because Sylvanas, Alleria, and Naesala were lying on top of me. Instead of letting a patient who had battled to the death rest, they were here, lying on top of me.
"If you are awake, get up, Elvy. I'm tired of dealing with those idiots."
Hearing Sylianner's voice, I looked up and saw her sitting on my forehead with an irritated face.
"What bothers you, Sylianner?" I asked her as I pushed Sylvanas, Alleria, and Naesala aside. Strangely, they didn't wake up.
"You have been asleep for a whole week, and for a whole week without a single second of rest, I had to prevent those three idiots from either killing the tiny human or taking you back home," Sylianner said with a tired and irritated voice as I got up and moved towards the mirror in the tent.
"Thankfully, I just cast a sleeping spell on them. I can't even imagine what they would do if they saw you awake," Sylianner took her usual place on my shoulder.
"So you were the one who placed them on top of me."
"No, actually I just threw them aside and then left to burn some humans out of boredom. But when I returned, they somehow climbed on top of you."
Looking in the mirror, I saw myself covered in bandages made from healing herbs, except for my eyes, nose, and mouth.
"Wake them up, Sylianner. It's better to deal with them right now than to delay it, as the outcome of our conversation would be the same."
"Whatever," and with that, Sylianner woke them up.
"Wha...who?" Sylvanas was the first to wake up, looking around in a daze. Her eyes landed on me.
"Mirwa...MIRWA!" And with her screams, Alleria and Naesala woke up as well. Then, with Sylvanas leading the way, they jumped on me.
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"We should immediately return to the city, to High Priestess Mirwa. That cursed sword of the human hero was enchanted with a curse, and if we don't lift the curse soon, your scars will never heal," Sylvanas urged me as she attempted to pull my hand.
"We can visit the High Priestess once we're done."
"No, we can't. Thanks to the damn Fairy Queen, who didn't let us leave, the curse has already begun to infect your scars."
Standing completely naked in front of the mirror, I observed my body after removing the bandages. My entire body was covered in sword wounds, still appearing fresh and varying in size. The largest scar extended from my shoulder to waist, located on my chest. I lightly touched the scar, causing it to bleed slightly. The curse was taking its toll, and the worst wounds were probably the ones on my hands. The skin on my hand and forearm was entirely gone, making it look thinner. I could clearly see burned muscles, the veins that were pumping blood. I watched as blood flowed through them, and even a single movement of my finger sent sharp pains throughout my body.
"I like it. Malgath looks more like a warrior like that. As the saying goes, scars make the warrior." Naesala scanned my body proudly, especially my crotch.
"We kind of match with the scars, don't we, Malgath?" Taking off her chest armor, Naesala began to flex her muscular upper body, which was also covered in scars, in front of the mirror. She brushed her body against mine,pressing her bare bosom onto me, while her fingers lightly brushed against my shaft.
"No, you don't match, you idiot. Yours are battle scars, while his are cursed scars." Sylvanas scolded her, but Naesala just ignored her.
"I do not wish to waste time on a journey home. We have other urgent matters to attend to, and all of you know of Mother's protectiveness over me. If she were to see me like this, she would surely act recklessly, like waging a war against humans without weakening them and hindering my plans."
While I was talking, Naesala continued to brush her body against me. Now, she went as far as holding my dick and gently moving her hand along the shaft. However, I knew that now was not the time for this, and I also wanted to prevent Sylvanas and Alleria from killing her since they were looking at Naesala with a murderous intent. I grabbed Naesala by the shoulder and pushed her away from me.
"Now is not the time, Naesala."
I turned towards Alleria, who quickly averted her gaze and acted as if she was inspecting the human hero's weapon, trying to find the curse that was enchanted to it and a way to remove it.
"It is not necessary, Alleria. We don't have to find out what the curse is or go to the high priestess to lift it." Lowering my head, I looked at Sylianner, who was watching everything with interest while sitting on the swing she made with my hair.
Feeling my gaze, Sylianner lifted her head and looked at me.
"It's no surprise that, as always, I'm the only one you could ever rely on, Elvy," Sylianner let out a sigh while sending a smug look at the other woman in the room. She flew up to my face and kissed my lips, causing a green glow with a hint of purple to cover my body.
"Tsk." As the glow dimmed down and my scars healed, I saw Alleria looking at Sylianner with anger and annoyance on her face while she gathered my armor.
"All healed, thanks to Sylianner," I looked at my body that was now cleared of all those scars.
"What do you mean, thanks to her? Mirwa, it was her damn fault to begin with. If she didn't put up that barrier, you wouldn't have gotten that curse or those scars." Sylvanas looked at Sylianner with hatred, not wanting to waste time with this meaningless banter. I hugged Sylvanas and kissed her.
"This is nothing but a waste of our time, Sylvanas. We have matters to attend to," I grabed Naesala's armor and handed it to her.
"Naesala, casualties."
"We don't have any casualties, but 34 of our knights are injured."
Raising my eyebrow, I sent her a questioning look, wanting to know how they were injured when this should be an overwhelming victory for us without any elf injured, given the situation in the human town. This raid was no different for us than crushing ants.
Shaking her head, Naesala looked at me with a slight shame on her face. "They were injured by the humans whom they spared thier lifes."
"What a disappointment," I cast an indifferent look at Naesala. She should have taught them better.
Shuddering under my gaze, Naesala opened her mouth to say something, but no sound came out. Closing her mouth, she just gritted her teeth with a sad look on her face.
"Naesala, gather our soldiers at the town square, along with all of the humans, including the dead ones."
Nodding, Naesala put her armor back on and left the tent.
"Alleria," I called out to her as she was trying to help me put on my armor.
Stopping her actions, she looked at me.
"Take the human hero and interrogate her to find out the reason for her presence. Also, locate her personal belongings, more precisely her letters, in order to mimic her way of communication, but only after confirming that it is not a cryptic message intended for humans. In her name, send a letter to the human ruler stating that she has moved to a distant place, so that we can avoid attracting too much attention from humans near our home. Once you have completed these tasks, seek assistance from the mages to find out if the human hero possesses any spells or items that could alert humans of her death." Giving instructions to Alleria,I gave her a kiss before she left.
"Did you find anything valuable in Baron's castle?" I asked Sylvanas as I put on my armor, while she looked at me with love, satisfaction, and approval in her eyes.
"You will be the greatest ruler that ever lived, Mirwa," Sylvanas hugged me.
"You can not know this just from a single raid, Sylvanas. It takes more than brute strength to be a ruler." Petting her back, I gently pushed her back to finish putting on my armor.
"Ugh, I can't believe I'm agreeing with an elf, but," Sylianner looked at Sylvanas with slight disgust as she sat on my head. "She is right, Elvy. You will be the greatest ruler this realm has ever seen."
Seeing Sylvanas looking at Sylianner and opening her mouth, I gave her a quick kiss to stop her from saying something to Sylianner. I know that if I let them be, they will continue to throw insults at each other all day long.
"Enough, Sylvanas. Tell me about the Baron's castle."
Sylvanas didn't answer right away; she just looked into my eyes for a while, probably thinking that I favor Sylianner over her.
"Whatever, it's not like she can ever lay with you." And with Sylvanas' words, the sleeping beast awakened.
"What did you just say to me, you savage, vile, disgusting, brainless, imbecile, slime-looking ugly elf!?" Sylianner got up from my head, stomping her feet as her eyes literally burned with rage.
I miss the days when I was all alone.
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