75 I am... (2/2)

Eliana makes the right choice. She did so out of fear. Being a summon is still better than being a pet, and I could totally turn her into one at my leisure.

It wouldn't even take an effort.

”That is more like it, Eliana. I like those who are obedience to me. Those that aren't obedience will be severely punished.”

I get off my seat and approach her, slowly and calmly.

Eliana takes a few steps back until her back is now pressed against the wall. Her body tenses as I stand in front of her. Her hands press against the wall, stiffening.

This is the 15,000 years old woman? I think Eliana spends too much time indoors and not enough time socialising.

I could guess with reasonable accuracy what is going on in her head.

Eliana has made a grave mistake, coming here.

Now, she has no choice but to make a deal with the devil, who will have claims to her body, mind and soul. At least her people will be saved. Everything she did, she has done so for them. Let only her pay for all the sins her kind has committed.

When I am only an inch away from her, I smile.

The moment I placed my hand on her shoulder, her eyes widen in surprise as powerful magic fills her being. It is her magic. I am simply returning them to her.

I don't think anyone could feel the temporal effects of my power.

Her grey hair turns golden as life returns to her eyes. Those eyes are now shining with brilliant green just like Elune.

It didn't take more than a fraction of a second to return her youth.

”Thank you, Master. Thank you, Master.”

Eliana utters tearfully as she looks at her youthful hands. She is now about 15 millennia younger.

The elves aged like a normal human would until a certain point. They then spend most of their lifespan in their youthful form. It is quite a gift by the Goddess.

Yeah, I didn't believe that bullshit either. There must be some other and more logical explanations.

”What I have given, I can take away, Eliana. Please keep this in mind before you decide to try to do anything stupid. I will not treat those who are loyal and obedience to me harshly. In fact, if whatever you desire is within my power and reasonable, I will grant you it.”

I return to my spot on the wooden couch while stating that.

Eliana is still looking at her slender and youthful hands, touching her fingers one by one to see whether they are real or not.

”Come and have a seat with me, Eliana. We have some stuffs to discuss about.”

Eliana obediently did without hesitation. She looks a lot better now as a young woman in her twenties, so I guess appearance does have it uses.

I wouldn't kiss Eliana when she was much older just a few moments ago.

Her dark olive skin is quite exotic, and those sparkling green eyes of her are very alluring.

I am unsure which one is more beautiful, Elune Whisperwind or Eliana Shadowsong.

”Shall I please you with my body, Master?”

Eliana asks softly and pulls the dark string around her neck, letting loose the dark cloak that is covering her entire body. She is wearing light armour beneath the cloak, covering only the necessary parts like almost everyone in the village.

”All in good time, my dear Eliana. You are very beautiful and youthful. It does take a lot of my willpower to restrain myself, so you can be proud of the fact.”

I response with a smile. I haven't even made a summoning contract with her yet, and she already shifts into her role. I suppose the sooner the better in her mind.

Aside from having another sexy elf in my service, I also need someone in a higher position than Elune for my purposes. Having Eliana also allows me to take control of the village if I choose.

However, bringing these elves back to the prime universe requires me to learn how to create temporal rifts with my power. It takes enormous amount of temporal energy, but Hammond is working on it. I can speed up his progress if needed.

”Can see that potion you have mentioned, Eliana?”

I request. I do need a way to cast magic without resorting to manastones.

”Yes, Master.”

Eliana produces a purplish potion magically out of nowhere.

I narrow my eyes at that before scrutinizing those rather plain rings on her fingers. They are obviously not for decoration.

”Would you like to see everything in my inventory?”

Eliana notices my scrutiny.

”Actually, I would.”

Eliana is more than happy to. Those rings of hers are storage spaces, allowing the wearer to have. Only spatial mages can create them.

The laid them all out on the table before me, allowing me to examine them.

I have her explains to me how to use those. Only mages can use them since it requires the wearer to channel a bit of their magical energy for any actions, such as taking item in or out or even looking into the spatial space.

After that, Eliana takes all the item out of the rings.

The items are potions, artefacts and runes – all sort of magical items. It will take a long time for Eliana to explain them all, but so many ideas cross my mind when I learn of what they can do.

Incredible! Magic is incredible!

”These are my most prizes possessions. I have collected them over thousands of years, but even they are pale in comparison to your power, Master.”

Eliana points out. There are some tears in her eyes.

”I have thought that I would require to go through painful rituals to regain my youth and power again. I didn't expect that you could do so with a single touch. Only Gods have this kind of power, Master. Even if you deny it, you are my God now. Your wishes are my commands.”

Eliana vows. Her magic shimmers throughout her body, coating her in a majestic aura. She seems a lot stronger than before. She probably reaching 4th circle right now.

I am a bit touched at her display.

I suppose my power is beyond even this world's comprehension.

”If you have collected them over thousands of years, then you can keep them. I just need to see them before I recreate them.”

Eliana blinks before duplicates of her rings materializes on the table.

And inside each ring contains duplicates of all the items she has taxingly collected over the years.

Eliana is too shock to even say anything. Even Gods themselves does not have the power to duplicate divine artefacts so effortlessly. They would exhaust their magic doing so.

”Who are you really, Master?”

Eliana utters, shakily.

”I have already told you, Eliana. You know who I am.”

I smile and stroke her hair and face. Her skin feels nice upon my fingers.

”I am Maximilien Maxwell.”