It took several months of refinement for Elysia to be ready for the plan – Seducing Isolde.
But now, it's done!
"Criie! Crie. (Elysia, you're ready! Now, you must continue training in front of Isolde.)"
Selene translated for me.
"Yes, Mistress."
Elysia leans forward. I can see her sweating from the stress of what is about to happen. But that's normal—this plan is crucial, and if she fails, she will have to endure my wrath. Although I won't kill her, she knows I won't treat her as well anymore.
"Criiie... (Calm down, Elysia. Stay calm, I will be with you the whole time.)"
Elysia stops trembling. It seems my presence reassures her. That's a good thing.
After taking a few deep breaths to calm herself and mentally prepare, Elysia adopts the planned posture: a calm yet warrior-like woman. It's not too different from her basic personality, but much more controlled.
"I'm going now, Mistress."
"Good luck, Elysia."
Lysaria encourages her.
Elysia leaves Rosia's manor. As for Rosia herself, who had been present for a while, she approaches me to talk.
"My Queen, Naturia is still stuck at 95%."
"No matter what I do, whether playing the perfect girlfriend or helping with her work, it won't increase anymore."
"Criie... (It's the spirit of the world interfering, Rosia.)"
"Criiie. (Don't worry, once Isolde is in our hands, we can proceed with our plan.)"
"Criiiiie. (Naturia's percentage will rise when she sees you as the savior of your kingdom against your brother's betrayal.)"
"Crie. (It's only a matter of time, my dear.)"
"I understand, my Queen."
"Criie.. (Make sure that percentage doesn't drop.)"
"Yes!"
With those words, Rosia walks away, indulging in perverse sexual games with her slave concubines. It seems she is stressed about the situation with Naturia.
As for me, I head toward Isolde's business. I must assist Elysia from the shadows, after all!
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After leaving the residence of the sub-queen Rosia and speaking with my Mistress, Queen Pallas, I head toward Isolde's shop.
I wear fitted chausses secured by a simple leather belt. For the top, a loose linen tunic, mid-length, reaching my hips, with a soft leather vest over it. As for my shoes, I wear rustic lace-up leather boots.
The closer I get to the main shop in town, the more stress I feel, as if I will never make it there.
I know that if I fail, my Queen Pallas will no longer treat me as well!
The thought of becoming a monster's slave concubine terrifies me. But being a slave to mere humans is even worse—those memories haunt me every day...
All the horrors I endured as a slave still haunt me. Every time I close my eyes, those memories resurface, paralyzing me with fear and despair.
On the other hand, becoming a slave concubine of the Zerg Queen Pallas is a terrifying alternative, but preferable!
Thanks to these months of training, I've glimpsed the treatment that awaits me if I succeed. All of sub-queen Rosia's slave concubines treat me with respect, as if I were their mistress. Even sub-queen Rosia, a former human princess, shows me a certain level of respect, though tinged with superiority.
After all, I remain a slave concubine—the only reason she speaks to me this way is that I am under HER Queen's protection!
But at least here, I am treated with kindness and respect… Something I had not known since the destruction of my kingdom and my enslavement.
I refuse to go back to that brutal treatment. I must succeed!
My fears ease when a familiar shiver runs down my neck: my Mistress, Queen Pallas, is here. Her warmth surrounds me, settling on my neck like an invisible mark.
Yes, she will stay with me most of the time. I have her full support!
With a confident step, I walk determinedly toward the main store of Isolde. It's time to prepare for the beginning of the plan.
Once in front of it, I pretend to look around to ensure I'm in the right place.
The servants inside have seen me. I take a deep breath and enter with a determined look.
"Hello! I read on a poster that you're recruiting?"
The servant looks at me, evaluates me… then smiles. The mere fact that I can read seems to impress her. A rare thing among the common people.
"Hello. Yes, that's correct. Follow me, I'll have you take some tests."
"Alright."
I follow her into a room with walls painted canary yellow, adorned with golden tree patterns whose branches bear emerald leaves.
I perceive colors wavering before my eyes and gliding toward my ears. It's my Mistress, Queen Pallas, using Hallucinogens. But using it to communicate seems to demand a lot of energy from her.
"Be careful, Isolde is here. That wasn't planned, but start at full force right away."
I nod almost imperceptibly, a gesture only my Mistress can notice.
My eyes harden, filled with determination.
It's time to show the fruits of my training.