79 Accursed Affliction (1/2)

Eliana and I take an awful long time to clean ourselves. It couldn't be helped since neither of us is able to keep our hands off the other.

Just one look at each other, and we will right back to square one, panting and heaving mess.

We are young, rich and full of sugar!

Relatively speaking, of course.

Eliana is over a thousand years old, and I am probably just shy of 400, collectively.

In elvish term, I am her junior. Although I could rectify that problem very easily, it is just a technicality to be honest.

I have banged someone much, much younger than me, so age is starting to become meaningless when you are basically immortal.

Only appearance is.

That is debatable though.

But is it wrong to fuck a loli?

I will burn that bridge when I see it.

We are rich since those potions, weapons, and artefacts worth a buttload on the market. It didn't take any effort on my part to duplicate them with my power.

I am a walking economic disaster!

Once Eliana finishes explaining about the basic of magic, she explains to me about the world economy at my request. She seems to understand this topic better than Elune, as Elune is barely a child within the elvish society and therefore, hasn't left the village her entire life.

The natives of this world tend to use hard currency, such as silver and gold coins. But like any medieval society, direct trade for goods and services is widespread and acceptable. Favors is extremely valuable, especially amongst the upper classes, nobilities, royalties and powerful mages.

”These are the currencies the human use within their territory, Master. They do change over time due to the political situation between the human Kingdoms, but their value is relatively stable.”

Eliana shows me the coins when we are back in the room. She has them in her possession because the humans once traded with her village.

That was many, many moons ago – several millennia to be exact. Their perception of time is a little bit skewed.

Unlike the elves, who are content with their current situation, the humans do not.

Being the weakest of the lesser races, humanity constantly explore the world, expanding their borders, continuing to evolve, socially, economically and technologically.

In a few thousands more years, the humans of this world will surpass the elves in magical power. Once that happens, extinction or subjugation the elvish race is inevitable.

It is already inevitable for scattered villages and tribes such as the one I am currently in. Thanks to the powerful magical barrier protecting the forest, the nearby human Kingdoms hasn't directly assaulted the village yet, but with the Goddess of the Moon out of commission, the barrier is weakening.

It has been for the last five thousand years, exactly around the time the dark elves lost their connection with their Goddess. It isn't just the dark elves, but all the elves did.

Since elves has become a very valuable commodity, the humans will not simply give up in their little conquest.

I am a bit conflicted in rectifying this problem for the dark elves since I don't want to commit genocide on my own species to save them. If it is to save humanity, I have absolutely no problem with killing as many as needed.

”How much do you wish to save your people, Eliana?”

I ask despite already knowing the answer.

Everything Eliana has committed is for the ensuring the continued survival of her people. It pains her greatly to sacrifice a few to save the many. Those that she has betrayed are probably cursing her name in their hellish enslavement and torture.

The willingness to sacrifice a few for the greater good is another common I share with Eliana. However, unlike me, Eliana feels incredibly burden whenever she had to. She does not sleep soundly at night.

I am probably too desensitized to the whole killing thing, especially when I can undo whatever I have done with a snap of my finger.

To be honest, if I am in her position, I suppose I would have done the same, considering dark elves are shunned by the others of their kinds. They receive absolutely no help from their own kind.

In fact, the dark elves were banished from their homeland.

They are called dark elves because sometimes in the past, they have tangled with Hellions – demonic races from another plane of existence.

It is very interesting to know that not only alternate realities exist, but alternate dimensions and plane of existences exist as well.

Do these alternative dimensions and planes exist in the prime universe?

They probably do!

My spider sense is tingling!

I will have Hydra do some researches in this area. There are countless myths and legends throughout histories. What if they aren't merely myths and legends?

It is more than likely!

And when I thought I have figure out at least a small part of the grand scheme of things. I am truly just a big fish in a small pond.

One step at a time, I guess.

Let me eat some fishes to grow bigger. By fishes, I mean the dark elves.

Their involvement with the demonic race has forever corrupts them. This cause their banishment from the main continent by the high councils. They settle here after years at sea.

I learn of this bit about their history when I had asked about the Black Mage – the only mage in history with natural affinity to the element of time.

The demons are banished from the world by the Black Mage, but they did vow to return.

I am sure that the demons will return. The world will fall into chaos.

And with chaos, here comes Terra!

Fuck!

I don't want to have to deal with her again, at least not until I can stop her from suppressing my power.

As for the Black Mage himself – he is apparently dead. No one have heard of him or seen him for more than ten thousand years.

His mage tower, the Black Tower still stands. But no one manage to raid the tower even as its master is no longer around.

This is due to the magical aging effect surroundings the tower for many miles. Everyone ages rapidly when they get close to the tower – sound like my power to rapidly age anything.

The greater races such as Dragonkin does not dare to break into the tower out of respect for the Black Mage. Since they are immortal, the aging effect shouldn't affect them.

I guess I will be the first one to do so. I wonder what kind of secrets are hidden there. Maybe I can get some deep insights to my own power. I am sure there is so much more I can do with my power.

”Everything, Master.”

Eliana utters and kowtows on the floor. She has begged the Goddess for help again and again, but her prayers remain unheard.

The Goddess cannot hear anything, anymore.

Including her husband, the other elders of the dark elves do not understand the incredible threat the humans pose, regardless of whatever she has said. The humans in their eyes are not worthy since they were not born with magic and the blessing the Goddess.

Their arrogance will be their own undoing.

Eliana is on her own. She has been for thousands of years.

”If you can save my people, Master, I will be your slave, I will be your pet. I will do whatever you want of me. I know that as your summoned, my life is your, as is my body and soul. I know that I don't have anything to give, but –

I raise my hand to stop her. I crouch down to meet her tearful eyes.

”There is no need for all of that, Eliana.”

I speak as my index finger captures her tears.

”I am your Master, and I prefer not to see you cry tears of pain and sorrow. I will help your race, if and only if they swore their allegiance to me. They must abandon their Goddess. If they do, I promise you that your kind will prosper for as long as they are loyal and obedient to me.”