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.
