You got hit by a truck and were about to be reincarnated into a different world, but the goddess you met in the afterlife was actually a huge pervert!?She was so depraved that she wanted to have a loving family with you!Also you had a harem of slaves. But they're all consenting and into it so it wasn't bad. It was clear that Herta, your first wife and the Goddess of Creation, was projecting her fetishes when she made the world. So you had to deal with the planet being mostly comprised of women that were desperate to have babies in a loving family.Masochism wasn't unheard of when it came to women, with a large (and vocal) minority making it obvious that pain was their pleasure. Again, you had Herta to blame for that.Not the worst place to get isekai'd into, all things considered.Your name is John Doe. You have tons of beautiful wives that would happily follow your whims. You could make cool crap thanks your Lunacy Savantae; a type of madness/hyper-focus that let you build things that defied the laws of physics. From mechs to robots to more mundane things like typewriters and radios (even though the latter two already existed, the fact that a Savant created them apparently made them pretty desireable), all of it was possible so long as Herta gave you divine inspiration.Life was good.===
"Call up your parents, let's set up that meeting," you said to your newest harem member— an elf princess. Every fantasy harem worth its salt had an elf in it, and you proudly followed in those footsteps."Are you sure about this, Master?" Aila asked, pointy ears twitching. "They won't mind waiting a few days.""Yeah, I'm sure," you wanted to get the shovel talk over with."Well, in that case..." Aila said before taking out her magic wand. She waved it around and cast a spell on a small envelope, giving it wings appear. The envelope flew into the air with a few cute flaps and then disappeared with a poof.Only you and Aila were invited so the rest of your wives would be out and about by then. Most would go to clean up your castle or just take naps. Ayane wanted to go to Nimbus Port to visit her family again, which gave her the opportunity to check up on Cirrus Tower. A few of the others would tag along, if only to browse around the items being sold at the commercial side of the port.Despite Aila's reassurances, Ruby insisted on making some contingency plans just in case things went badly with the royals. Her overly complicated schemes got to the point silliness, but at least it was something that kept you and your wives busy for a while.Some of said wives of yours coyly floated the idea of getting a small allowance to use in the market, with Ruby's suggestion being the most bold of them all as she asked for 500g for a 'preemptive increase in prestige' (buying jewelry). You quieted her down with some ear nibbles.>Give them 10g each to spend in the markets. (Lose 70g)>They deserved some more money for how much they've helped. (How much will you give to each of them?)>Your wives were mostly going to check up on your properties so they didn't need anything.>(Write-in)"Master... since it'll take a while before we go to meet them, I..." Your elf gave you a thoughtful look."Yeah?" You said.She didn't reply for a good half minute."You alright, dear?" You asked your elf princess."Wha- oh, sorry!" Aila nearly jumped in place. Some stuttering later and she pulled out her Bag of Holding, which she fumbled around with for a few seconds before taking out a small scroll. "H-happy birthday!""Master's birthday?" Herta repeated. "Wasn't that a while ago... ?""Yeah it was! Like, she totally got it wrong!" Bertha helpfully added."I think she already knows that." Mel pointed out. "She's giving the gift now 'cause she couldn't be at the party. Bertha, you talked about how Aila was busy with the Academy, didn't you?""Mel is right on the money," you said before the misunderstanding got worse."Oh, right." Bertha suddenly remembered that whole conversation you had with Aila back at the dwarvish hotel."It's-it's for you!" Aila flung the scroll towards you."Thanks," you easily caught it and unfurled it. You frowned. "It's all gibberish.""Um," Aila took a few seconds to say something. "Well, it's-"
"A message hidden with magic!" Ruby finished Aila's sentence with glee as she looked over your shoulder. Herta had some interest in the item as well, but not nearly as much as Ruby did."I was having trouble thinking about what to get you, Master," Aila began to explain. "So I decided to give you something I learnt from the Academy's library. The normal one for students, not the other one with the rare spells in it. A-and I've heard that Savants like to hide their work and inventions, so that helped me decide on this! It's, um, it's- it has an enchantment that lets you encrypt anything you write. Um, you can make it unscramble itself with the correct spell, but it only works on the people you want it to work on, I think. So no one can force you to unscramble it. Does that make sense? I'm hope that made sense.""Basically, I can hide stuff if I write it in this scroll and I can reveal it to whoever I want," you surmised."It's more the spell itself that I'm giving you than the scroll, but yeah.""How do I use it? Do I just leave my mana signature on it or something?""Y-yeah, no. Um, here, do something like this," she took out her wand and chanted a spell. After a few seconds the words on the scroll began to unscramble and the message Aila had hidden became clear to your eyes:I love you, John DoeCute."What does it say?" Herta and Ruby asked at the same time. The latter frowned when noticing that Herta was just as interested in the artifact as she was."It says 'I love you, John Doe'," you revealed."M-Master!" Aila exclaimed."Nothing to be ashamed of, darling," you grinned "I love you too, Aila."You rubbed her ears."Ah... that's..." Aila began to overheat, ears twitching. "Aaaaaa-"You had to hold your elf to make sure she didn't fall face-first against the table. After a few minutes she was able to compose herself enough to hold a conversation again. You noticed how the spell fizzled out and the sentence was encrypted again."So, where were we?" You prompted your elf."Wha- oh, right! Y-you just have to do that special enchant and... and then it'll be done! The perfect cipher!" She said, "Since I don't know the Item Enchant skill I had to do it the hard way with glyphs and magic circles, but it should be easy for you since you're a Savant. You also need the right materials or else it doesn't work, but that isn't common knowledge so I had to really study up in the library! Um, I'll give you the details later. J-just treat it like you're casting the enchantment while writing words in a book or a scroll or a letter or- um, I'm sorry if you don't like it pleaselikeitIwastryingtogiveyousomethingniceand-""It's great. I love it." You said sincerely. Having some secret signal or archive could be valuable."Y-you do!?" Aila exclaimed with a smile, letting herself sigh in relief. "Thank the gods..."
"Can you tell me a bit more about it?" You risked asking, knowing full well that this could unleash the nerd floodgates."Would I!" Aila beamed.You almost felt like you'd just made a terrible mistake."Most don't really understand this." Aila began, her ears still wiggling, "The symbols use a type of corrupted Old Common-""Corruption?" Herta said with a sudden seriousness."It's not corruption magic," your elf frowned, deflating a little. "Neither does it have anything to do with dark magic," she further clarified."The name gives the wrong impression, does it not?" Ruby said."There are mages that want to change the phrase to something else." Aila replied."I want to look at it." Herta insisted. Before Aila could do anything, your goddess checked the scroll for any form of corruption. "All clear." She lost interest in the item soon after."...um, it's not corruption." Aila repeated. "It's just a term used to describe words and sentences that are made unreadable by magic. This particular cipher is based off of Old Common, which is referred to as the 'Everlasting Language' nowadays. The enchantment is strong, originally a dwarven one to keep their trade secrets. It's overlaid with a geas that makes the words indecipherable to everyone. Even those with Lunacy Savantae won't have any luck."You glanced at the sentence and sure enough none of it could be read. It was literally impossibly to figure it out. If you looked at it through the corners of your eyes you could just barely make out the blurry form of letters. Barely. But the moment you tried to directly look at it the text went fuzzy as though you needed glasses. If you tried to gradually solve the words with what little you could discern then the text would literally scramble and shift before your eyes, turning into entirely different symbols. Even the illustrations melted into abstract shapes and undefined blotches of color.Her nerdiness didn't disappoint; Aila happily kept gushing on about this and that for at least an hour, jumping to discuss the new 'Ally Buff' spells she learnt at the Academy. She spared no exhaustive detail and technicality in her rambling.The rest of your wives began to trickle away as the elf princess kept talking. They went to the guilds and the markets, some vowing to check up on your properties later if you were still occupied.Aila only stopped talking when a reply to her message arrived.===The elvish embassy was less imposing than you thought it would be. Less elvish-looking than expected, too.Even the decorations had the standard steampunk-ishness that was so often found everywhere else in the city. Clockwork and gears and clock towers seemed to follow civilization's wake, and this little slice of Elfalior was no different.If not for the elves and their distinct armor you wouldn't of thought you were anywhere special.
After getting briefly escorted by some elvish guards to a surprisingly comfy guest room, you and Aila got comfortable.Moments turned into minutes, which you passed by through talking with and comforting an increasingly nervous Aila.==="-despite the history between elves and dwarves I don't actually hate dwarves. Well, okay, maybe I dislike them a little bit. But not that much." Aila tried to school her expression.Honestly you weren't too sure how things got to this point."Sure, the few I've met here in Centria were loud and crude..." Aila continued, "Not that there's anything wrong with being loud and crude! My dad is a bit jolly and my mom- I mean- I'm... actually I can't really sympathize." Aila sighed. "I like peace and quiet more than chaos and the stress that comes from being royalty... s-sorry that came out of nowhere. A-anyway, I don't hate dwarves! Not all of them, at least. They're better than their gnomish cousins at least. Or the merfolk. It's just, dwarves can be a little much, you know?""Ruby shares your opinion," you pointed out with a grin."About royalty?" Aila seemed skeptical."About dwarves," you clarified.Your mastermind liked being around anyone she considered cultured and refined. It didn't surprise you that, from the one time you saw her interacting with a dwarven mercenary, she held a low opinion on them (you vaguely remember saving him along with Eulia and some dark elf chick when rescuing Ayane from bandits. You wondered how they were doing)."Really?" Aila seemed to immediately reevaluate her opinions. "Well, it's not like I can't tolerate them," yeah, she even stayed at a dwarven inn to hide from her noble cousins. Aila liked talking about her experiences there, "That hotel receptionist dwarf didn't treat me like dirt even though she clearly didn't like elves, so I'm sure there's some good dwarves somewhe-"The door suddenly slammed open — seriously what was it with people in this world bursting through doors? — and one of the cuter female elf guards stepped in to announce the arrival of your soon to be royal in-laws."Presenting His Holiness, King Aldaron II! And his consort, slave-Queen Elleth," she took out a trumpet and blew it before stepping out of the way.A procession of elvish knights and soldiers marched into the room, rolling out a red carpet.You glanced at Aila. She looked away embarrassedly."GREETINGS!!!" A crowned elven man, wearing ornate apparel, stepped forth with great pomp as the knights cleared out of the way. Beside him was a beautiful elf woman, the clear picture of grace and poise you'd expect from elvish nobility.Also she had some nice boibs.Your attention was taken by a squeak from Aila. You turned to her to find that Aldaron had pinched his daughter's face, chastising her for 'disappearing to who knows where! Your mother was worried sick!' (said mother seemed more amused than anything). He turned his attention to you.
"So," he began, "This is the elusive Savant lover my reports have told me about," he examined you, "If you're half the man my daughter says you are, then I can expect you and your progeny to conquer half the Continent through sheer numbers."Aila turned to you horror, "Master, he's not being serious!" She cried out."Indeed, I jest," he said with a sly smile. You had the suspicion he wasn't really joking, "Of course, my little girl here has given me good reason to approve of you. And after getting confirmation about your... Savant-ness, and more importantly of your good character, I agreed to it.""How were you able to make sure of that?" You asked. Aila's glance shifted between you both with some worry."Information can always be procured by using the right channels," he answered vaguely, "A good question, human. You've a good head upon thee. Now, I've already assured my little girl that your union with her would have my blessing," his smile became thin before he pulled out a scroll, "And, as an elf of my word, here it is; my official blessing."A servant elf took it from his hands, unfurled it and read its contents. It was a document that confirmed Aila as your property, not unlike the paperwork that Ruby wrote up for you to officially own all of your wives. Aldaron the Third snatched it when the servant was done, then presented it to you.You gracefully accepted it.Aldaron clapped his hands, "With that done, and with my own approval on record," he motioned to the guards, "Tell me, John Doe, are you going to take my daughter away from me?""Yeah." You replied candidly."And if I were to arrest you for those words?""I'd still marry her.""I see." Aldaron frowned. The guards reached for their swords and guns and spears, pointing them towards you."Father!" Aila was distressed. "You said you wouldn't!" Aila turned to you, almost frantic, "Please don't hold this against him, Master! He always does this to test suitors-""Would you keep my daughter safe and happy?" Aldaron continued, but not before shooting a look at Aila to quiet her."Obviously," you replied without fear. While Aila tried to reassure you again, you had a certain mastermind's paranoid schemes in your back pocket. The fact that any one of her plans could bail you and Aila out at a moment's notice calmed any worries you had. Thank you, Ruby.The guards lowered their weapons."Would you make my daughter your first wife?" Aldaron asked."That depends," you replied.The guards raised their weapons again.And so it continued. Weapons up and down, the king asking questions, the queen keeping quiet.You felt a little annoyed. Sure, you'd likely be acting worse than he was if the roles were swapped, but still.You just wanted to add a cute elf princess to your harem. Was that too much to ask?"Well, that's that. I've not much else to add," Aldaron said. "I know I approve. You know I approve. The law knows I approve. Does anyone here not approve?""I don't."
Sudden silence followed that statement as you all looked at the source of those words, the first made by the big breasted elf mom since she arrived here."M-mother!" Aila exclaimed after the initial shock wore off. "You promised!"Sudden silence followed that statement as you all looked at the source of those words, the first made by the big breasted elf mom since she arrived here."M-mother!" Aila exclaimed after the initial shock wore off. "You promised!""I promised I wouldn't stand in your way," Elleth said, "And I won't. You're clearly in love with him. I couldn't be happier for you.""Then why..." Aila's face darkened. "Is it because he doesn't have a noble bloodline? Is it because he's human?""Heavens, no," Elleth shook her head, then paused. "Well...""MOTHER!""Please listen, my child-""He's a Savant!" Aila sounded miffed. "Isn't that enough?! I don't get why we're supposed to look down on humans so much! They aren't stuck with their technology! They keep making such wonderful spells! They aren't even that different from elves! My Master here could easily pass as a high elf if his ears were pointier!"Wait, what?"Aila..." Elleth's tender smile contrasted the melancholy in her tone, "That's not what I'm talking about.""Then what is it?" Aila demanded.You noticed that once rowdy Aldaron was silently watching this whole interaction. You wondered if this was a spur of the moment thing or if Aila's parents planned things to go this way. The fact that you're seeing schemes everywhere might be proof that you've spent too much time with Ruby...Elleth mumbled before continuing. "It is through the mercy of the gods that women are spared the agony of choice. Knowing that, it has already been decided that you are to marry John Doe. Your father, my darling Master-husband, has given his blessing to you both. And you both have given your consent to each other. Who am I to stand in the way of this?" Her smile fell away at her words. "Nonetheless, as your mother, my worry compels me to warn you of his humanity. Unlike us or our cousins the Fair Folk, a human comes with a limited lifespan. That is why I disapprove. You'll be lucky if he lives to be 100. And don't think you'll be able to keep his memory alive through your children; those will be half-elves, some might call them halflings. You will outlive them by at least a few millennia.""I understand." Alia said with adorable enthusiasm."You will suffer.""I'm prepared for it.""No, you are not." Elleth sighed. "But know that when his mortal existence comes to a close, and when your descendants don't even know your name, your father and I will welcome you back with open arms.""You don't know if things will turn out-" Aila wanted to say something, but then thought better of it, "Thank you, mother.""That's what I'm here for," Elleth smiled.
There was a change in the room's atmosphere, the unseen tension evaporating. Despite the heavy topic and the unspoken questions, feelings were lighter. All in all things felt less strained between you and your in-laws— if they even were strained to begin with.The family moment would be more touching if not for the presence of the stoic elven guards surrounding the four of you."Ahem, with that said," Aldaron motioned to his guards, who saluted and made their retreat out of the room with haste."Now," the king began again after his soldiers and servants were gone, "While I have given you both my blessing, this is still not the end of the conversation. Tell me, John, how old are you?""I just turned 22 some weeks ago," you said, a little confused."H-huh?" Aila looked surprised. Didn't you tell her how old you were?"Twenty-two?" Elleth repeated with a frown. "Goodness, you're practically a child," she gave Aila a disappointed look."Aila," Aldaron said sternly, "For how long have you had your eye on this youngster?""W-wait, it's not like that!" Aila said. "Humans become parents at his age!""Aila..." Elleth kept up the 'disappointed parent' act."Don't look at me like that! I'm... wait a minute," Aila seemed to realize what this was and gave her parents the stink eye.A few seconds of silence stretched on, eventually broken by the regal laughter of both king and queen."I can't believe you two..." Aila was miffed.One mollified Aila later things went back to normal.Elleth revealed that some of Aila's pets were brought to Centria along with them, much to Aila's surprise.Meanwhile Aldaron made no small effort to imply that Aila might lose her noble title, or at least have it downgraded, if she married you. That sounded important, but Aila didn't seem to care. If anything, she looked somewhat relieved.The king, however, seemed to want to talk with you about that, among other matters. Yet keeping everyone together to see some of Aila's pets might be a good way to end things off...>Talk with Aldaron in private.>Both you and Aldaron would look at the pets with Aila and Elleth.>You got what you wanted, time to leave with your cute elf. (You'll be given some options on what to do in Centria)>(Write-in)
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>>6409662And here's the alternate version.Updates might come a bit slow, but I'll try my best to get back in the swing of things.
>>6409651>Give them 10g each to spend in the markets.Their usual budget, unless any of them have anything specific in mind they'd like to request some funds for.>Talk with Aldaron in private.We need to go over with him the extent we're going to get drawn into Elfalior politics like this. Will we have rights, duties and expectations to maintain? Will we be exposed to, for lack of a better term, bullshit?>>6409662There's something vaguely familiar about all this, but I can't quite put my finger on it.....I assume Oceanippon is about where Japan is i.e. on the other side of the world?Man, we really need to get out more. We've only been to Northumbridge (very briefly) and Centris. Need a way of getting around faster, I'm still partial to something fixed-wing like an F 13 or Trimotor.
Welcome back NotIseQM >>6409651>They deserved some more money for how much they've helped. (How much will you give to each of them?)Give them each 30 gold if they want some jewelry we can buy some later>>6409660>Both you and Aldaron would look at the pets with Aila and Elleth.Well if its something important it still could talked
>>6409663Oh we are in fantasy Switzerland
>>6409650Welcome back QM>>6409651>Give them 10g each to spend in the markets. (Lose 70g)We should probably stop giving them money everytime we come here>>6409660>Talk with Aldaron in private.Clearly he wants to so we probably should>>6409662Damn we have a lot of real estate, we gotta get city state maxxing soon.
>>6409924>We should probably stop giving them money everytime we come hereAbsolute poor behavior, both in spirit and action.
>>6409660>Give them 10g each to spend in the markets.>Talk with Aldaron in private.
>>6409663Thanks for running.
The King obviously wanted to talk with you about important stuff, and you had some questions of your own for him. So it was easy to take his unspoken offer.Elleth and Aila went to see the animals, with Aila giving you a kiss on the cheek before that. It was a cute gesture, sure, but it tempted you to rub her ears. However, her parents were watching...>Do it. Show how serious you are about her.>Don't. No need to fluster her in front of her mom and dad.>Give her a kiss in return instead.>(Write-in).You were left to speak with Aldaron one-on-one. Well, Yumi was still in your pocket, but she hardly counted since she'd been sleeping since yesterday afternoon. The pope-king poured some elvish wine for himself, then offered you a glass.Did you accept?>Yeah. You wanted to taste elvish alcohol.>No. It was too early for wine.>(Write-in)There were some pleasantries, but any smalltalk between the two of you inevitably ended as you the subject of your marriage with Aila was breached."You weren't scared when my guards surrounded you with their weapons drawn," Aldaron said, trying a bit too hard to sound aloof, "Might I ask why?""I trust Aila." And all of the neurotic contingency plans Ruby Rose made for you."A good answer," Aldaron commended, but his light expression suddenly shifted into something more serious, "Do you think yourself worthy enough to wed a princess?""Yeah." You didn't miss a beat. "And she's worthy of me, too.""An elven princess being 'worthy' of a mere human... an arrogant statement to make, don't you think?"You didn't."But it is not surprising to hear a Savant believe such," Aldaron continued, "In fact, I anticipate you will prove it right one day. What does shock me is you un-Savant like behavior.""My un-Savant-like behavior?" What the hell was he even trying to say? He was clearly implying something rather than make an observation. Despite your high perception you struggled to find anything between his words."Indeed." Aldaron grinned. "Take for instance how you considered my daughter's feelings despite being all but interrogated. Or how respectful you were being to us." Huh? That was considered respectful?"Respectful for a Savant, at least." Aldaron elaborated.Oh. That made more sense."I thought you would've attempted to seduce her mother in front of us to spite Aila for making you go through that," he continued."What?" You took a moment to process what he said. Sure, Elleth was hot... but doing that just to spite your cute and innocent elf wife felt wrong in ways you couldn't really put into words. It made you feel uncomfortable. Shit, were you getting soft?It probably had something to do with all those armed soldiers pointing their weapons at you. That sort of thing could be distracting."Very un-Savant like behavior indeed." Aldaron muttered as he scrutinized your expression."I thought we were done with the shovel talk," you said, beginning to feel annoyed.
"Once you have children of your own you'll realize that the shovel talk never truly ends." Aldaron said after taking a sip of wine, "Yet, you do seem to care about Aila.""Why wouldn't I? She's mine.""That she is," he sighed. You noticed a millennium's worth of exhaustion was etched on his face. "She is so young and naive.""She's over twice my age.""Such is the nature of elves," Aldaron said, "Take care of her, will you?""I will," you easily promised."Good."A few seconds of silence passed. Then a minute. Then two.You considered Aldaron for a moment; long-haired, regal and clearly royal, that classy uniform made him look vain. Physically he seemed close to your age, but you knew he was at least 1,000 years old."So," you decided to speak, "Wasn't there something you wanted to tell me? Because I had some questions of my own. But if we're done here then I'll take my elf and be on my way.""Alas, that I could simply end it here. But as the King of Elfalior and as the head of house Aut-Eldatar, I have a duty to my people. Since you are more... reasonable than most Savants, I presume you'll at least give me a listen.""Alright," you had a bad feeling about this."Don't give me that look. Everyone knows that a high elven slave-wife does not retain her legal privilege in Elfalior so long as her Master is a non-elf," Aldaron said. You actually didn't know that. "There are exceptions, but I'll get to those soon enough.""Is that what this is about? Aila not being a princess anymore?""Yes, but not really." Aldaron shook his head. "It's more complicated than that. While she will formally keep the rank of 'princess' she won't have the usual advantages that come with that title.""Can you be more specific?""Unlike her brothers and sisters, or any Elfaliorian noble for that matter, Aila won't be allowed to participate in the Noble Privy. Nor will she be allowed to sway any legal decision in the Holy Kingdom, for that matter.""I'm guessing it won't affect the advantages she has as a Saintess.""An astute observation. Her rare class gives her enough leeway to take part in the Papal Conclave and the College of Priests... not like she's ever willingly done either. But I digress. And of course the children she will have with you won't have a claim to the throne."Damn, that last part kind of sucked. But at the same time you felt a sudden sense of relief for some reason."Will we need to do something to keep up appearances?" You asked."Not really. Unless you wish to become an honorary noble and fully immerse yourself into the world of elven nobility," you shuddered at his words "You and your wives would need to adopt our culture. That includes not eating meat anymore, by the way." Aldaron replied.Yeah, that didn't sound appealing."That's not what I was asking." You liked eating meat."As far as general appearances go," Aldaron continued, "So long as you don't provoke the Continent's foremost powers you should be fine."
"Why?" You wanted to see what he would say."..." Aldaron seemed to age a few years at that. "Let me rephrase that: Elfalior won't bail you out if you purposefully start making trouble with other governments. Many humans think that just because they take a high elf as a wife that means that the elves will collectively stick out their necks to defend them, but that's rarely the case." He smiled disarmingly, "Don't take it personally, it's just politics.""In other words, if some Westphalian or Eastian noble has some beef with me I can't ask for help from you guys?""If anyone instigates something against you we might be justified in providing some paltry assistance," Aldaron said neutrally. "But I doubt that any noble would pick a fight against a Savant."Little did he know."Ok." You said, already thinking about ways to get the elves on your side. "You mentioned something about being an honorary elf?" You were already accepted as an 'honorary kitsune' by the kitsune, so this might be more of the same."I was morso speaking about being accepted as a fellow noble, but being an honorary elf... Usually it would be considered unthinkable, but your status as a Savant gives you some leeway." Aldaron seemed happy to elaborate."Interesting," you resolved to ask Aila about it later. "Alright, I think we're done here. It was a pleasure to talk with-""I heard rumors that a human Savant was embraced by the fox-folk. Could I assume that you are that Savant?"You blinked. "What makes you think its me?""You're the only non-kitsune in Centria that has a kitsune wife.""Fair enough." You said. "Anyway-""Don't you wish to know more about becoming an honorary elf?" Aldaron interrupted."Well-""I'm happy to hear that!" The elvish king smiled, "Although some requirements might not be to your liking."He wasn't discouraged by your humanity, at least."Fine. Let's hear it." Might as well hear him out since he insisted so much."It's all optional, you know.""Just get on with it."The elves probably just wanted your help in building shit. Maybe a few artifacts here and there-"Make Aila your first wife," he began.This again?"Didn't you already ask that? I already said that it depends. Besides, you can't tell me how to manage my women," you declared. King or not, your wives are yours."I'm not," he replied without hesitation, "What I say here is merely a recommendation. And I repeat myself because I know certain Elfaliorian nobles would be irked if a Master didn't make his high-elf into his first wife. Declining this won't lead to any bridge-burning, mind you, but it would help placate those that would otherwise scorn you."Like Aila's noble cousins was the likely implication."Don't count on it." You said. Sure, Aila was cute, but Herta was the closest person in your life. You weren't in any rush to push her aside.
"I wasn't going to." Aldaron said. "Now, I mentioned this before, but my sources tell me you plan on having quite a few children, correct? Now I want you to listen without interruption, since I doubt you will like what I am about to say.""No need to repeat yourself.""Very well." Aldaron said. "Any children you have with Aila should have the largest portion of your inheritance."Alright, you can see why he repeated himself. You REALLY didn't like that. But, if only for Aila's sake, you kept your thoughts to yourself. For now."I can see the displeasure in your eyes." Aldaron smiled, "Humans can be rather expressive at times; their temperaments remain the same throughout the ages despite their insistence on becoming 'civilized' and the like. And yet, you know how to keep calm even while under duress. A rare quality to find in a Savant."Was he going to ramble? You weren't really in the mood to entertain that."Indeed, you aren't the worst at it," he continued "But you should learn to keep your emotions out of your counternance— believe me, its a useful diplomatic skill to have when-""Back to the subject." You managed to maintain some cordiality."Of course." Aldaron said, likely seeing how your patience was thinning. "As I said earlier, obviously I won't demand that you change your lifestyle for us elves," he said, despite practically doing just that not a few minutes earlier "Nor am I asking you to forsake any of your other children for the sake of the ones you have with Aila. But if any half-elvish issue you have with my daughter were given a superficial preference when the matter of inheritance comes up, then that would go far in garnering goodwill.""Issue? Is there an issue with me having kids with her?""When I say 'issue' I am referring to the children you will have with my daughter." Aldaron then paused for a second. "Perhaps it is incorrect of me to call them such since, in all likelyhood, the royal titles won't pass down to them. Again I will stress that all of this is optional, but doing otherwise would frustrate a large portion of elves if they catch wind of it. I'm sure even Aila would eventually warm up to the idea.""You know, if you really wanna bring her up why don't we call her down here and ask her ourselves?""There's no need for that. I know how my daughter is." Aldaron replied. "She wouldn't appreciate being roped into such a political anathema.""I think this goes a bit beyond that," you said. "And even if it didn't, this sort of thing will affect any children she'll have. It'll likely cause friction between her and my other wives, too. So there's no reason she wouldn't make an exception this time."
"One could argue that." Aldaron shrugged. "But a woman tends to always want the best for her children. That is all I will say on the matter." You tried to prompt the topic some more, but the king made clear that he didn't want to go down this conversation again.Yeah you weren't buying it.Not to mention the potential shitshow that could happen between your other wives if you agreed. They'd given their sweat and tears for you (sometimes literally), and to give the newest member of your harem preferential treatment would...Maybe you were overthinking things, maybe you were being stubborn, but the thought of favoring some of your children just because of some agreement didn't sit well with you. Maybe you were just new to noble politics, but still..."Right," you said, trying to regain your cool "I was honestly expecting you to demand-""That you set up your children in arranged marriages with other noble infants?" Aldaron smiled."What?""Even though you're a human, many elves might consider setting up their young with your own!" Aldaron laughed. "And if said children have royal blood in them? All the better," his laughs melted into chuckles, "While there is an unspoken rule amongst elves to avoid mingling with half-elves, especially when the length of their lifespan is unknown, many are more than willing to overlook those stigmas for the sake of securing a Savant bloodline. I, on the other hand, will be happy to accept any grandchildren you produce with my daughter as family, even if none are Savants. And just because they won't have a chance to claim the throne does not mean I will shun them, that I can assure you.""...That I use my Lunacy Savantae to make some artifacts for nobles." You finished the sentence you were about to make before he interrupted."Oh." Aldaron blinked. "I suppose giving gifts wouldn't cause harm."A few beats of silence washed over the room as the awkward tension subsided. It was only interrupted when your royal dad in-law poured himself another drink."On the subject of royal courts," you decided to break the ice before things got heavy again, "Will I need to go to one? Should I expect some noble visitors? Will the nobles affect me or my family in any way?"Aldaron set down his half-filled glass and lifted his index finger. "One; no, though I wouldn't oppose any visits from you or my daughter. Just keep in mind that Elfalior isn't the most welcoming to outsiders," another finger joined the first, "Second; none should officially visit you without your explicit consent. But I imagine some of my children will insist on personally meeting my daughter's Master, so you can expect to see them eventually," a third finger was raised, "As for your last question; that depends entirely on how involved you and your kin become with elven politics. The less involved, the less you will feel the impact."
"So some in-laws might visit every once in a while but the other nobles probably won't bother me." You surmised. As for the last answer, that likely had its own details. You honestly didn't want to open that can of worms just yet, especially since you were still feeling a little miffed about the 'recommendations' from the king."They would consider it beneath them," Aldaron frowned. "Now, to change the subject somewhat— I heard from my daughter that your wedding with her will be in private.""Yeah. Is there a problem with that?" You and your wives were already were getting things ready for the big day. You refused to wait any longer than needed to get married to your cute elf."None whatsoever," Aldaron was quick to try and mollify you, "Moreover, I am grateful you've extended an invitation to my wife and I. My feelings aside, it is customary for high elves to be wed under the purview of the Church of Elfalior and presided by an Artemian priestess.""Okay. I'm not an elf, though.""Perhaps not, but Aila is.""Still don't see how that's relevant.""These ceremonies are done to get a divination or blessing from the Goddess of Knowledge. It goes without saying that both my daughter and you would be given one if you were both married under the Church's oversight." Aldaron smiled. "Not to mention it might placate most concerns the Artemian Church might have."Given how Herta felt about the Goddess of Knowledge, you know your first wife wouldn't be a fan of you cozying up with Artemia's sect."Would I have to organize it?" You asked."No. It would be arranged by the royal family of the Holy Kingdom of Elfalior, and held in the Kingdom at a later date.""I see." It was gonna be a state wedding, in other words."Another request involves..." Aldaron cleared his throat. "Well, I'll admit I've had trouble convincing Aila to participate in certain public events.""Like what?""Ceremonies, charities and so on. Nothing strange or obscene, I assure you.""Why wouldn't she want to do it then?" It was obvious she was shy— so much so that she'd steer herself away from any unnecessary social interactions— that alone was a good enough answer to your question, but you wanted to know if there was any other reason you weren't aware of."Aila is a timid and bookish type," that you already knew, "Avoiding public events for the sake of her studies is simply second nature to her. That and her distaste for anything political. I used to think that was merely a rebellious phase, but her antipathy remains as strong as ever.""So you want me to do charity stuff with her?""Ideally. Attend a few banquets, galas and other public events— I heard that there was an Eastian parvenu named Lionel Rost-something or another who was holding some parties in Centria."Yeah no, you weren't too interested in that. Maybe you could so some infiltration and recon, but you didn't want to be associated with that Rostchilde bastard.
"Anything other than that?" You ask."Just talk to some of the well off merchants or the Order of the Jagged Sword; they're always planning some public charity. Not to mention the fact that the holidays are closing in." Aldaron continued. "There is the Day of Artifice, the Winter Solstice, among other such gift-giving days. We elves have a few celebrations of our own at springtime, but you're unlikely to be welcome in any of them. That would have to wait until your prestige improves.""On that topic," you swerved the conversation a little, "I wanted to ask what sort of expectations elves will have when I marry her.""Oh? Did you not you already ask this?""That was more about appearances. I'm asking about how elves think I should treat Aila; any taboos or stuff like that.""Hmm, well, so long as you don't publicly disown her it should be fine." Aldaron shrugged his shoulders. "It doesn't particularly matter what you do with her in your spare time. I doubt she'll be part of any noble gatherings after she is officially disinherited."That sort of answered your question, but you couldn't help but think there was something he wasn't saying."Disinherited because she'll be married to me?" You said."Yes, that was what I was implying.""Officially, at least." You could read between the lines."You are quite discerning," Aldaron smiled, "For a human, that is.""I'll take that as a compliment," you returned the smile. "So, should I be worried about any angry nobles that hate humans or suitors that wanted her hand or things like that?""Not at all," he seemed a bit sad at that, "Aila has been quite adamant in becoming a wallflower. So much so that the other high elves, who would normally they would take offense at the idea of an elvish princess being with a human Master, simply do not care. Perhaps there would be a bit of gossip, but it would fizzle out of the elven milieu after some time.""Milieu?""That's my fancy way of saying 'social setting'." Aldaron smiled a bit more widely than before. "I must thank you for choosing my daughter as your wife. I know how picky Savants can be when choosing a mate, most prefer the sturdier type.""You're welcome." You didn't know what he was on about but this felt familiar. "What about the Church?"Aldaron blinked. "What about it?""Would they oppose me taking a Saintess as my slave?""Unless do something abhorrent like ritually sacrificing her to summon demons or force her to be a heretic you have nothing to worry about.""Ok." You said. "You're gonna have to tell me what passes as a heretic.""You don't know?" Aldaron frowned. "I realize you're a Savant, but I imagined it would be common knowledge by this point."
"You could say I'm a bit new to the Continent.""Hmm. Well I won't pry in a Savant's personal matters," he said, despite doing nothing but pry into your personal life from the moment you met him. "Heresy is usually reserved for those that scorn the gods. For example; declaring an intent to kill the Goddess of Creation would be considered a grave sacrilege in practically every Church no matter the sect.""Is that a thing that's still happening?""What is?""Is there an organized group out there right that's trying to kill Herta?""Not anymore. Long ago? Sure, but that was after the defeat of the Demon Lord and chaos threatened to grip the world. If you think things are bad now, back then there were warring statelets that brought about many horrors and a dying empire that refused to perish. Within that time there were Savant warlords who, in their hubris, tried to become gods. They failed, obviously, but their actions left deep scars that are still visible today. The Knightly Orders and the Churches were needed, which in a way fostered unity in the Churches and streamlined the Bondage Accords internationally. But I digress.""Look as cool as that all is I don't really care about the past." You said. "Is there anyone, Savant or otherwise, that are trying to kill the gods?""Not that I'm aware of. As irrational as most Savants are, everyone has realized by now that attempting to overthrow the gods is a futile matter."Some of your JRPGs would say otherwise. Still it was good to hear that nobody out there was trying to kill Herta.Not wanting to jink it, you don't voice any of your thoughts."And what if there's a guy that says he married knocked up the the Goddess? Not necessarily in that order." You asked. "Would there be any controversy?"Aldaron began to laugh."I'm serious." You said.The elf king's mirth quickly gave way to a deadpan stare. "It's best to keep such heretical thoughts to yourself when amongst the clergy, especially when talking about a virgin goddess," he sighed and rubbed his temple, "Then again, knowing what Herta's Church is like... well, you might find some priestesses that like the idea of a mortal man forcing himself on the Goddess of Creation." Aldaron cleared his throat. "That aside, I noticed that your wife shares the name of said Goddess of Artifice? I won't ask if you changed her name to suit your tastes or-""I didn't.""Of course you didn't." Aldaron gave you a placating smile. "Is she also a Savant?""Maybe." Technically she was, but calling her a Savant was understating it."She is a Savant, then," his smile grew wider "This meeting has been an auspicious thing."He didn't try pry into that again and instead opted to talk about other matters. It was mostly you listening to him talk about religious stuff. Considering that he was a pope, you weren't too surprised.
There were things you expected to hear, like how the clerical classes (like Saintesses and Priests) were able to receive visions from the gods on occasion. More rarely, some were able to talk with angels, and even more rarely with the gods themselves.The king spoke about Herta's infamous mythos; giving more details about how the Goddess that forged her own chains was accused as being an exhibitionist and scorned by her fellow goddesses, how she took pleasure from the said scord, the famous 'mythril slave-collar' she forged and put on herself (which apparently became a lost relic), things like that. He followed that up with how she was the most elusive of the deities, having never spoken to anyone and the vision she sends usually being vague.You decided to not talk mention how that was only because she was too lazy to check up on this world.Anyway, his rambling revealed that most humans followed one of the four main gods— Herta, Artemia, Aeres, and Gamus— although in the modern era most humans worshipped the gods as a pantheon, those that primarily worshipped one of them (like Hertaists), but still acknowledged the others, was common.Vikings were an exception— despite consisting almost entirely of human tribes, they followed some sort of rune-based ancestor worship. But they apparently respected Aeres for being a fellow battle-junkie. It was sort of hard to wrap your head around the fact that vikings still existed, and were feuding with a knockoff 19th century Scandinavia.Elves on the other hand almost always worshiped the same gods as humans, although 'a clear majority' (according to Aldaron) gave special attention to Artemia. Not to say there weren't any smaller sects dedicated to Herta and Gamus and other miscellaneous nature gods scattered around elvish settlements (there were even a bunch of sacred groves dedicated to Herta in Elfalior), but Artemia was the most popular amongst most elves. Dark elves, however, almost entirely followed Aeres, with a minority of them secretly following some death god cults. Aldaron didn't want to talk about that for some reason.The fairies, despite being 'close relatives' to the the elves, apparently didn't follow any of the main four Churches and instead had their own local deities. You considered talking with Mel about that someday. Beastfolk usually worshiped 'animal spirits' and held their own smaller local religions, although most Continental beastfolk worshiped the main four gods.A deviation from this were the Purrsian catfolk, who believed that all cat-people reincarnated 9 times before ascending to a higher plane of existence. They worshiped the Goddess of Justice called The Fire, who Aldaron claimed was a bird goddess. The pope-king admitted to not knowing much about the religion other than that.
There were other nations near the 'Oriental Oceans' like Oceanippon that had their own beliefs. You didn't pay much attention to this, knowing that Ayane would be a more accurate (and pleasant) source of info than the old elf king. Some of his words did stick with you; like when he spoke about how there was an empire of dragon-people who apparently followed some sort of pseudo-Confucian system, complete with a 'Mandate of Heaven' and everything.Also Merfolk lived in just about every place that had a large body of water (apparently the freshwater merfolk were nicer than their saltwater cousins). Most of the fish people didn't worship the gods and instead revered some ancient Savant-king that seduced their Empress before both died in the war against the Demon Lord.On a similar subject, Aldaron talked about the religious wars in the Continent that happened before the Hero Party defeated the Demon Lord. They were put on hold, and eventually ceased entirely for the sake of survival once said Demon Lord waged war on the world. There were still skirmishes and religious wars afterwards but- something something, a common foe helped foster unity. And now the Church was (sort of) united under four different leaders, each representing one of the four main deities.Honestly the more he droned on the less you attention gave to the things he was saying."...and what is truly fascinating about the Merfolks' system is how resilient it has made their beliefs," he continued "Even in the face of near complete destruction after the Demon Lord's admirals rampaged across the seas, they didn't waver. Not to mention the many smaller superstitions surrounding spirits and ghouls-""Look, this is all interesting stuff and I hate to interrupt," you interrupted, "But I'd like to get back on track.""Of course! Of course," Aldaron said. "It's a shame, though, since I know that the Merfolk and spirits have been a bit more active recently in your area than usual, have they not?""Yeah," the three mermaid sisters and Yumi were proof of that. "Wait, how do you know that?""The Sunken City of Atlantis is due for its yearly resurface in the Siren's Sea. As for the ghosts, and there is ectoplasm lingering in your mana signature."Huh, that must've happened from going ghost too many times with Yumi's powers."Guess she must've rubbed off on me a bit." Anyway you were happier now that he stopped talking so much— honestly it reminded you a bit of Hisashi, but without the 'powerful old man' charisma. Did all old men in this world like to ramble?"She?" Aldaron raised an eyebrow."Yeah, there's this ghost chick I know-"Aldaron lifted a hand, urging you to stop. "If you're implying that you have a ghost as a slave-wife, then it is best if I remain ignora-""Why does EVERYONE assume the relationship between the great Yumi and her Master is romantic!?" The angry whisper of a certain ghost chick could be heard throughout the room.
It seemed like Yumi decided to wake up from her nap."C'mon, no need to be dramatic, darling," you replied to Yumi's disembodied voice. You could practically feel the pout on her face. "You know you like it when I flirt with you," you could practically feel Yumi's pout from within the crystal in your pocket."It is exceedingly bold of you to bring a spirit in my presence," Aldaron, looking surprised for one, spoke neutrally, "Even for a Savant.""Don't worry she's harmless." Sort of. "She just has a crush on me.""WHAT! I DO NOT!" Yumi's disembodied voice protested."She doth protest too much," Aldaron lightened up a bit before becoming serious again, "I will give you a piece of advice; do not let the clergy know of her. Many would assume her to be a malicious spirit.""Ok." You said. "Wait, does that mean the Church hates ghosts and the undead?""Not necessarily." Aldaron answered your question."I am NOT an undead!" Yumi helpfully added."Never said you were," you replied."I am not a mere ghoul! I am an evil spirit and the keeper of the clockwork secrets!" Yumi wasn't helping her case. "I am a terror!" Now that you could agree with. "I am the cursed servant, condemned to wander the world! I am that which is beyond mortal minds! I-""Generally speaking," Aldaron continued "The Churches have a 'exorcise on sight' policy against cursed spirits. Especially if said spirits profess themselves to be evil."Yumi went quiet at that."So normal ghosts are fine but chuuni ones get the axe." You said."I'll assume you are reiterating what I just said." Aldaron took a long sip of his wine.Chuunibyous truly were persecuted in all realities. Being a former one yourself, you understood why things had to be this way."Anyway, let's go back to talking about Aila." You said."Very well. Let's." Aldaron nodded.And that's what you both did. Yumi was nice enough to only interrupt the conversation one more time before taking another nap."You keep on saying that all of these 'recommendations' are optional," you said, "Are there any downsides to not doing any of them?""Other than passing on the chance to become an honorary elf, having Aila become a princess in name only, and not getting a blessing from the world's most powerful deity?" Aldaron smiled. "Nothing much."The world's most powerful deity, huh? You intimately knew a goddess who was far more powerful than Artemia. Probably.When Herta actually put in the effort the results spoke for themselves."By 'nothing much' do you mean that there's no downsides other than that?" You asked.
"Correct," he said "None would bat an eye at you not following our traditions. Savants are known eccentrics in that and many other regards. Their good qualities usually make up for their bad ones." Aldaron cleared his throat. "That aside, the royal family would be grateful if you and Aila attended some banquets."Going from the tone he was using, that's probably just him asking you to help his daughter overcome her shyness. It was a little redundant since, given what you know, Aila was gonna become a motherly person — assuming Herta's accurately chose Aila as 'the best nanny in the world' — so any issues your elf princess might have from her timidity would likely go away with time. Not to say you were against boosting her confidence a little.Anyway, as for the positives in agreeing to this... You weren't particularly impressed.Sure being an honorary elf sounded cool and all, but they sounded like a pain in the ass to deal with. So being liked by them could be a double-edged sword. Not to mention dealing with dwarves might get difficult.The same could be said for anything the Church could offer. Despite any curiosity you might have about Artemia's blessings, you already had many of Herta's protections on you so you weren't exactly missing out on much."You're a Hertaist, correct?" Aldaron suddenly said. "Most Hertaists tend to be... hmm, well I suppose it makes sense for a Savant to worship the Goddess that grants Lunacy Savantae.""I never said I worshiped her. I just think she's a cute." Shit, time to clear things up before it became a misunderstanding."You've already your position quite clear," he sighed, "There's no need to justify yourself. The Schism Wars ended long ago." The king smiled, "That said, calling a virgin deity cute can be... Well, when it comes to a goddess as perver- eccentric as Herta... ahem, what I'm trying to say is that you need not worry yourself; I'm not the type of pope that would launch an inquisition because of a Savant's eccentricities. 'Suffer not the wrath of a Savant' and so on.""Alright cool," you said, "Just to confirm; I'll get Artemia's blessing and cozy myself up with the noble elves if I follow these 'recommendations'. Am I getting that right?""Indeed.""Is there anything else you guys are offering?""I suppose we could provide material or diplomatic help in certain matters," Aldaron said, "It goes without saying some support with be provided no matter what, so long as you keep yourself from summoning demons, practicing magical corruption or the like of course. And the more of these recommendations you accept, the more I can justify assisting you. But I repeat myself.""Official help from the holy kingdom or just informal help from you?""Yes."Hm.Well you still weren't exactly convinced. That wasn't to say the offers were bad, just that the drawbacks sounded like they could mess with your personal life too much.
"That being said," the king interrupted your thoughts, "You needn't worry about closing yourself off from the house of Aut-Eldatar. But I cannot truly justify suddenly throwing large amounts of money in your direction for any Savant projects you have in mind... unless of course you can promulgate it successfully."Interesting. Maybe a deal could be made with the aluminum or the typewriters you plan on mass producing... though your kitsune family would need to be consulted first for the former. Maybe that was a good topic to touch on when meeting with Hisashi.You returned to considering Aldaron's recommendations.Sure, a blessing from Artemia could be useful. But was it even something you wanted? Herta, being your first slave-wife and the Goddess of Artifice and Creation, seemed to have a bad history with the Goddess of Knowledge. So a Blessing from Artemia would frustrate her.If you weren't so confident in your own choices you might've felt a little uncomfortable deciding this without Herta's input, since she was out shopping somewhere with your other wives. Aila was a different matter— she wasn't even outside of the embassy you could just ask her to be here and see what she thinks of this. You suspected that she might just reject everything, but you had a feeling that there might be some benefit to getting her here that you weren't seeing.You could always just lie now and do what you want later. That could end potentially break any trust held between you and the pope-king, or you could get away with it for the rest of your life using convinient schemes... alright maybe Ruby was influencing you more than you'd like to admit.Compromising on a few things was always an option."Well then," Aldaron said, a smile still plastered on his face, "What shall it be?">"I'm not against it...">"I want Aila here before I agree to anything." Insist that she be present, since this was probably gonna affect her as much as it did you.>"With all due respect, I'll have to decline." Not to say you won't go to banquets and stuff with your elf wife if you're invited by someone, unless you decide not to, but you won't agree to the other 'recommendations'.>(Write-in)If you picked >"I'm not against it..." then choose one of the following:>"But I won't agree to everything..." (Choose what you'll do: Make Aila your first wife? Make any children you have with her get a larger inheritance? Have a public wedding in Elfalior? Attend some public charities/events with Aila?) (Do you make any counter-offers? Like promising to make artifacts for the royal family/other noble elves, or showing interest in starting an arranged marriage between one of your future sons and a noble elf daughter)>"I'm fine with all of it, in fact." (Lie) (Warning: can lead to complications with Elfalior later on)>"I'm fine with all of it, in fact." (Truth) (Warning: some of your wives won't like this)>(Write-in)
Finally was able to get this one out...Between getting overly ambitious in making some maps/references for this and having to help my parents with legal paperwork, I can't really apologize enough for how long this has been taking me.I can't promise the next update will come soon due to irl stuff, but I'll make sure to archive the thread before it falls off the board. Like I've said before I'm not going to abandon this quest despite how much the QM curse is hitting me. Thank you all so much for being patient and I hope to see you all sooner than later.
>>6457718>"I'm not against it...">"I want Aila here before I agree to anything." Insist that she be present, since this was probably gonna affect her as much as it did you.Or, rather, I want to talk with her in private to discuss with her what she will and will not accept. Her opinion matters too and everything below I want to run by her.>"But I won't agree to everything..."I have a compromise counter-offer to split up and codify the roles and responsibilities into a triumvirate:-First Wife: HertaThe one in charge of the harem and our right-hand woman, as we're familiar with.-Head Matriarch: AilaThe one responsible for raising the children and ensuring everyone's well-being.-Chief Householder: AyaneThe one responsible for the running of the household operations and finances as well as being the formal face.While it might not be as prestigious on paper as 1W, we would be granting Aila an important leadership role (arguably one more important than 1W with a lot of soft power) in the family and one I think she'd be a natural fit for and love doing without upsetting the harem dynamics (demoting Herta is completely out of the question) and forcing her into something she doesn't want. Also I think this is just something we should do anyway.Other than that, I'd be willing to try and ease her into being willing to attend events and a couple of things can be kicked many years down the line to when our kids start to grow up, at which point we can hash out a plan for inheritance on a case by case basis (though I don't plan on dying any time soon and we make no promises on anything) and play matchmaker for some of our half-elves among the elves.Hmmm, Chinese dragons you say? Well, we still have a tenth slot open on the harem and I admit to being very weak to dragon girls.>>6457722I think this is an all-time update gap record in the same thread but it'll take more than that for me to think you've gone permanently. I'll see you then, whenever you next drop by.
>>6457757>I think this is an all-time update gap record in the same thread but it'll take more than that for me to think you've gone permanently.kek I'm not exactly proud of breaking that record. Still I'm grateful there's at least one person still staying around for the quest despite my terrible update schedule.>I'll see you then, whenever you next drop by.Hopefully that day is soon. I don't want to blogpost (at least not more than I already have) but so many things happened at the same time that I hardly have time to focus on writing. Once life gives me a breather I'll go back to the daily updates.Looking back I probably should've cut out those two choices near the beginning of >>6457703 lmaoThis is probably more of a qtg question, but I'd like your/anyone's opinion on if having smaller decisions in the middle/beginning of an update is a good idea or if I should just have normal choices at the end of an update.
>>6457917Daily updates? Given the amount you write, I'd be extremely impressed. Your update schedule was every 2-3 days, no?also nuts, I forgot those things>>6457703>Give her a kiss in return instead.Don't do it in front of her parents>Yeah. You wanted to taste elvish alcohol.Sure? Just a glass he said, two bottles in
>>6457918>Daily updates? Given the amount you write, I'd be extremely impressed. Your update schedule was every 2-3 days, no?Yup, 2-3 days was the schedule that worked best for me with the time I had back then. But near the beginning my goal was to have an update out before the previous update's last post turned 24 hours old. Sometimes I got it done by then (I sort of remember getting to 25-27 hours, sometimes cutting it close to 24 hours and more rarely 22-23 hours), but I remember it usually taking me like a day and a half (I tried my best to keep it in the 1-2 day range back then lmao) to finish writing near the time I began QM'ing this quest. Eventually the time between updates started getting longer as things got busier for me, so I got into the habit of posting every 2-3 days for a large chunk of threads. That eventually slipped into weeks/months without updates after I got sick, and from then on my update schedule gradually got worse lmaoBut my goal is to make at least one update a day. I think I've said this before but I'll probably have to make them less chunky to get that done. Trying to write as much as I have but making it a daily update would be a nightmare lol. And manually looking for the right image to have with every post became more tedious for me than I expected it to be lmao
I think it's been so long that people have decided the thread's over and stopped watching it, much like last time. Maybe consider reposting this lot at the start of next thread, though that would perhaps be best done when you're sure you're going to be able to get a couple of updates out then.
>>6458651Alright that's fair. Thanks anon, I'll take your advice.
