Starting With an SSS-Rank Goddess Summon!

Chapter 421: Threesome? [Bonus Chapter]

Brida wasn’t running at her maximum combat velocity, but her long powerful strides still carried her across the paved stones with impressive momentum.

Under her arm, she securely held the crate containing the sample set of Frost-Drake armor.

’I need to deliver this to Thora immediately so she can start analyzing the runes before tomorrow’s dawn!’ Brida thought with urgent determination.

Just as she crossed the intersection near the western garden, her right boot came down hard against what should have been solid reinforced stone.

SQUELCH!

The ground beneath her foot instantly liquefied into a deep, churning pool of thick, viscous mud.

"Whoa—!"

Brida’s forward momentum was violently arrested as her leg sank knee-deep into the sludge.

The sudden uncoordinated deceleration caused her upper body to pitch forward, the heavy armor crate slipping from her grasp and shooting through the air like a launched projectile.

Before the precious drake-alloy could shatter against the ground—

SHING!

A brilliant cascade of starlight mana flared in mid-air.

Aeliana... the Archon of the Stars materialized in a graceful blur of midnight-blue silk, catching the heavy crate effortlessly against her chest before landing lightly on the dry grass nearby.

Brida looked down at the bubbling pit of mud, her face twisting into a furious, deadpan grimace.

"That fucking Kadi..." Brida cursed out loud, violently pulling her leg free from the suction with a wet shluck.

She channeled a quick burst of physical mana through her greaves, blasting the clinging mud particles away in a spray of dry dust.

She knew for a fact that Kadi’s sudden surge in casting power was the direct result of whatever gift Silas had just gifted her.

Being the Second Secretary certainly had its perks.

Brida walked over to Aeliana, taking the heavy crate back with an appreciative nod.

"Thanks for the catch, Aeliana."

She looked at the Royal Elven Arcanist, noticing the book tucked into the sash of Aeliana’s robes.

Brida’s lips curled into a wicked, teasing grin.

"Hey, Aeliana," Brida purred quietly, leaning in close. "How about you use your magic to make Kadi’s clothes vanish right now? I’ll let you use me as a full anatomical test subject for that new spellcasting thesis you’re writing for Lord Silas."

Aeliana’s porcelain elven face instantly turned a catastrophic burning shade of pink.

The pristine Archon of the Stars choked on her breath, her pointed ears twitching violently as she stammered in flustered panic.

"I—I... O-Okay..."

Brida laughed heartily, hoisting the crate onto her shoulder and continuing her sprint toward the foundry.

Back in the western training ring, Kadi threw her hands up with a triumphant victorious cackle.

"It worked!" Kadi cheered proudly, looking at the distant patch of ground. "The terrestrial transmutation carried over sixty yards through the stone foundation!"

Silas stood beside her, blinking.

"What worked, Kadi? Did you—"

Before Silas could finish his question, something happened.

POP!

A soft sharp chime of displaced elemental energy flashed around Kadi’s body.

In a fraction of a second, every single piece of fabric, leather, and silk constituting Kadi’s tailored administrative robes completely vanished from her skin.

Silas froze and Kadi froze as well.

A long awkward gust of evening wind swept through the empty courtyard, gently rustling Kadi’s sandy hair.

Kadi stood completely naked in the center of the training grounds.

Her fair skin, her slender waist, the soft curves of her hips, and her perky unblemished breasts were completely exposed to the open air and the twilight sky.

"E-Eh...?"

Kadi looked down at her own bare chest, then down at her bare feet, her brain processing the catastrophic wardrobe malfunction at glacial speed.

"AH!"

With a high-pitched squeak of sheer panic, Kadi frantically crossed her arms over her chest, pressing her forearms tightly against her breasts while twisting her thighs together to desperately cover herself with her single free hand.

’Why am I completely naked out here?!’ Kadi screamed internally, her face burning hotter than Thora’s blast furnaces.

She gritted her teeth, glancing up through her bangs to find Silas still standing mere feet away, his blue eyes locked onto her in a state of stunned paralyzed silence.

A sudden inappropriate tempting thought flared in Kadi’s mind.

’Wait...’ Kadi thought, her heart pounding violently against her ribs. ’He’s staring... He’s really staring at me. Should I just... loosen my hands? What if I let him see everything? If he gets enticed enough right now, he could literally pull me into the shadows of the Keep and claim me right here...’

Her fingers began to subtly loosen their grip over her chest—

CREEEAAAK!

The second-story window of Silas’s master quarters swung violently open.

Leaning out over the stone windowsill was Eluned.

The World-Tree Goddess’s flowing emerald hair billowed aggressively around her shoulders, her divine aura flaring with terrifying intensity.

Her vibrant green eyes were narrowed into a chilling, world-ending glare that could have cleaved a mountain range in half if it had been a physical offensive spell.

Kadi caught sight of the murderous divine stare and instantly flinched in pure terror.

Abandoning all thoughts of seducing her Lord on the grass, the naked secretary snatched the golden scepter from the ground, turned on her bare heels, and sprinted toward the residential quarters at supersonic speeds, leaving a trail of dust in her wake.

Silas stood alone in the training ring, letting out a long exhausted sigh as he rubbed the bridge of his nose.

’The girls in my Territory sure are beautiful...’

Up at the window, Eluned’s murderous glare instantly vanished, melting seamlessly into an impossibly sweet affectionate smile.

She leaned her chin onto her delicate hands, resting against the stone sill as her melodic voice drifted down through the courtyard.

"I heard you are giving out wonderful gifts today, Hubby~" Eluned purred sweetly, her emerald eyes practically sparkling with possessive delight. "Tell me... you have something special for me too, right?"

Silas looked up at the open stone window of his master quarters, catching the radiant expectant glimmer in Eluned’s emerald eyes.

"I’m coming up," Silas called out with a warm, resigned chuckle, shaking his head as he turned away from the empty training grounds.

He pushed through the side entrance of the grand Keep, the cool stone interior welcoming him back into the sanctum.

The air within the corridors hummed with mana, carrying the soothing floral fragrance drifting from the conservatory.

As Silas crossed the threshold into the lower galley kitchen, he immediately spotted a commanding silhouette standing near the polished granite counters.

Talira stood with her back partially turned, the dark magnificent span of her draconic wings resting smoothly against her shoulder blades.

Two polished, obsidian dragon horns swept gracefully back from her temples, and her thick scaled tail swayed in a slow, rhythmic arc behind her legs.

In her claw-tipped hand, she held a crystal pitcher, casually tilting it to pour a thick stream of glowing royal-purple spirit juice into a heavy tumbler.

She paused mid-pour, her golden reptilian slit-pupils flicking toward the entrance the exact second Silas’s boots touched the flagstones.

Setting the pitcher down with deliberate care, Talira turned her full frame toward him.

Her posture straightened into that of an elite draconic guardian, though the sharp edge of her expression softened into genuine warmth.

"Oh... Lord Silas," Talira greeted. "Welcome home to the Blessed Land properly this time. Your presence was sorely missed during the morning drills."

’I miss when she was shy...’

Talira couldn’t be shy after all they had spent all that time training with each other, she had gotten used to him.

Silas smiled, stepping closer and giving the dragon warrior an appreciative nod.

"It’s good to see you, Talira. Don’t worry, we’re going to get some proper sparring sessions in very soon. I haven’t forgotten about pushing your combat threshold."

A visible spark of fierce delight flared within Talira’s golden eyes. Her dark wings flared slightly at the promise of battle, her tail giving a sharp satisfied flick against the floor.

"I shall hold you to that, My Lord," she murmured, a breathtaking smile touching her lips before she raised her cup in a respectful toast.

Leaving the kitchen behind, Silas ascended the grand spiraling staircase of the Keep.

Each step brought him closer to the quiet upper sanctum, the soft murmur of familiar voices drifting from beneath the master doorframe.

Silas pushed the heavy reinforced oak door open, stepping inside.

The master quarters were bathed in the soft glow of the setting twilight. Sitting gracefully on the wide stone sill near the open window was Eluned.

The World-Tree Goddess’s emerald silk robes pooled like liquid moss around her bare feet, her silver-green hair tumbling over her delicate shoulders as she offered him a sweet adoring smile.

Across the room, sprawled lazily across the center of the massive fur-lined bed, was Morwenna.

The Pirate Queen had discarded her heavy boots, propping herself up against a mountain of plush pillows.

Her wild dark hair fell in messy waves across her face as she meticulously wiped down the glowing oceanic alloy of Tidebringer with a strip of fine oil-cloth.

The curved saber hummed quietly with her touch, the serpentine runes along the fuller flashing with a gentle blue heartbeat.

"Took you long enough to climb a few stairs, Captain," Morwenna drawled lazily without looking up from her blade, though the fond smirk tugging at her canines betrayed her rough tone.

"I was making sure the territory wasn’t burning down," Silas replied dryly, stepping into the center of the master chamber.

Eluned smoothly rose from the windowsill, gliding across the polished floorboards on a cushion of gentle breeze until she stopped mere inches from his chest.

She tilted her chin up, her luminous green eyes practically vibrating with shameless possessive anticipation.

"Well, Hubby?" Eluned purred softly, clasping her slender hands together against her chest. "From what my roots saw, The blacksmith received a mountain of meteor iron, the secretary received a golden staff, and even the shieldmaidens received entire crates of armor... What did my Lord bring back for his devoted Goddess?"

Silas chuckled, meeting her eager gaze. "I told you I wouldn’t leave you empty-handed."

Silas focused his intent, opening his Lord Inventory with a subtle mental command.

A brilliant, deep-azure flare of spatial light flashed across the palm of his right hand. The moment the rift parted, a staggering wave of primeval life-force violently flooded the master quarters.

The air grew impossibly pure and invigorating, the wood grain of the floorboards faintly sprouted tiny luminescent green moss buds, and the scent of wild untouched celestial forests washed over their senses.

Resting within Silas’s palm was The Tear of the Slumbering World.

The relic was an ethereal masterpiece of ancient nature craftsmanship.

Suspended from an intricate shimmering chain woven from petrified vines was a massive, tear-shaped celestial gemstone that pulsed with a deep ocean of concentrated emerald mana.

Within the core of the crystal microscopic nebulas of living spiritual sap swirled in eternal soothing currents.

It looked much better than before, was it because it was in Eluned’s vicinity

"I found this at the Obsidian Sanhedrin," Silas explained softly, holding the glowing pendant up between his fingers. "The moment I saw it, I knew it would look breathtaking around your neck. Not to mention... it carries an overwhelming reservoir of—"

"Nature magic..." Silas and Eluned spoke the words in unison.

Eluned’s emerald eyes went completely wide, shimmering with pure breathless adoration.

Her divine spark resonated so violently with the ancient relic that glowing floral glyphs manifested across the pale skin of her collarbones.

Silas smiled warmly, stepping behind her.

"Here... Let me help..."

He gently brushed her long silver-green locks over her shoulder, feeling the delicate shiver running through her frame as he fastened the petrified vine clasp securely around her slender neck.

The moment the teardrop crystal rested against the valley of her chest, an emerald shockwave rippled through the room.

Eluned spun around on the balls of her feet, her silk dress billowing as she ran her delicate fingers over the cool, pulsing gem.

"It is... perfection, Silas," Eluned breathed out, her eyes locking onto his with a gaze so hot and heavy it threatened to melt the stone beneath them.

She stepped forward, pressing her entire body flush against his chest, her arms wrapping tightly around his neck. "And now that your Goddess is properly adorned... we should resume where we were interrupted. It is time to start breeding again, Hubby~"

A deep, involuntary flush crept up Silas’s neck.

He looked down at the World-Tree spirit, letting out a half-strangled laugh. "Elu, seriously? Do you have to be completely obsessed with getting dicked down every single hour of the day?"

"It is a sacred duty!" Eluned declared proudly, not a shred of shame in her angelic voice.

She turned her head toward the bed, casting a provocative competitive glance toward the Pirate Queen. "In fact... Morwenna is already in the room. Why don’t we simply have a threesome right now? You can take both of your top Heroes together!"

Morwenna’s hand instantly paused mid-stroke across Tidebringer’s hilt.

The Pirate Queen lifted her head, her stormy gray eyes narrowing into razor-sharp daggers as she scoffed with aggressive disgust.

"Not a chance in the seven hells, plant-bitch," Morwenna snapped with a feral sneer, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. "If I’m going to have sex with my Captain, I am doing it alone, unrestricted, and on my own terms. I want him focused entirely on me so he can properly break me into the mattress, not splitting his attention because some needy tree-spirit is whining for scraps."

Eluned puffed her cheeks out in an arrogant mocking pout, resting her chin on Silas’s shoulder.

"Oh, please! Silas would get bored within three minutes with you anyway. He’d probably find it far too easy to slip right out, considering how loose an old pirate must be down there~"

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