Warhammer Divine Throne

The bath was done.

On the soft bed in the master bedroom, Mogiana’s face was filled with languor and intoxicating redness. Her golden long hair still carried traces of moisture as she half-sat leaning on soft pillows, resting against Laine’s shoulder, her tone slightly pleasant: ”So, the Wood Elves want to see you?”

”Yes, the Wood Elves have dispatched their envoys. It is said to be the Divine Chosen Champion of Queen Airel of Eslelin—’Heroic’ Alaros and the famous Wood Elf Female Prophet Lifer.” Laine sat at the bedside, holding Mogiana’s hand with a smile, saying: ”Winter Festival is not a holiday of the Wood Elves, so taking this opportunity, the Wood Elves’ envoys want to meet me.”

”Wood Elves... I can no longer trust them completely now. If it weren’t for the alliance with them, I wouldn’t have ended up like this.” Mogiana could feel herself extremely relaxed. She liked this, just her and Laine in the room.

In private, they could always say more to each other.

The snow scene outside was beautiful, but the Lake God Witch could not appreciate it fully. She knew that Laine had already risked bringing her out for the festival. Mogiana could only deeply resent her own carelessness and the betrayal by the Tree Spirits, so when Laine mentioned the Wood Elves, she instinctively expressed skepticism and vigilance about their arrival.

”Tree Spirits are Tree Spirits, Wood Elves are Wood Elves; we still need to distinguish between them.” Laine slightly shook his head: ”Tree Spirits were originally in a cooperative relationship with the Wood Elves. I have already conveyed your issue to the King of the Aisloron Forest, Olein, and Queen Airel. The Wood Elves said Branch Shadow Soul Desha has long been out of contact, but they will still give an explanation for this matter.”

Wood Elves are a reclusive bunch, and Tree Spirits rarely leave the Aisloron Forest; the outside world knows nothing about what happens inside the forest.

On Mogiana’s beautiful face there was some sadness: ”I’m sorry, Laine. I’ve rested too long. I mean, I don’t hate being with you but lying around in bed all day as a burden waiting for you, what is that? If I were present, Casvan would definitely not declare war on the Empire.”

”Rest peacefully, my highness. Now outside is very dangerous for you; the Vampires must be looking for you.” Laine interrupted Mogiana’s complaints, gently stroking the Lake God Witch’s back: ”It won’t be too long, at most three years, you’ll recover as before.”

Three years? Still too long, Mogiana thought as such.

The Lake God Witch actually already prayed to the Lake Fairy; she admitted her mistakes, and the Lake Fairy did not blame her much. She allowed her and Laine to continue their relationship privately but absolutely must not make it public.

Laine placed the pillows and quilts better, letting Mogiana lie down well. He held her hand: ”Tired just now? Rest well; I’ll go see how Ollica and they are doing with dinner.”

The Lake God Witch actually had more to say, but she felt it wasn’t the time to say it now. She gently kissed Laine on the lips: ”Go ahead, by the way, tonight you come over and stay in my room.”

”Is this an order?” Laine jestingly asked, and only a roll of the eyes from Mogiana answered him.

Seeing Laine go out, Mogiana secretly gritted her teeth. In the large bath, she was casually handled, although indeed quite comfortable, but her waist and back inevitably ached. The Lake God Witch, during her first acceptance of ”purification,” even thought about letting Laine forget the things that happened with her after recovery, but her thoughts had now completely reversed.

Laine shut the door and came out, right as Amelia stood waiting at the door for him. The young maid was dressed in a narcissus-colored lady’s princess gown, paired with a white fox fur coat, standing tall and graceful. Rarely celebrating the Winter Festival, the girl specially wore white stockings and heeled princess shoes, and her beautiful face started to show a trace of maturity. Seeing Laine come out, she spoke softly: ”Laine, the Wood Elves’ guests have arrived. They’re already downstairs.”

With the arrival of the Wood Elves, neither Mogiana nor Ollica was fit to meet them with Laine. The only suitable person to accompany Laine in hosting the guests was Amelia, who specially changed into her best clothes.

”Amelia, you look really beautiful today.” Laine fixed his gaze on his young maid for a moment and laughed: ”Was this bought by Surya for you?”

”Yes, Surya Sister gave it as my graduation gift.” Amelia spun around once in front of Laine, her spirits high: ”I picked it myself.”

”Follow me, Amelia, speak less, observe more.” Laine signaled Amelia to follow him downstairs to meet the two Wood Elf guests.

The visitors were a man and a woman. The male Wood Elf wore a golden pointed antlered helmet, dressed in a magnificent lake-green scale armor and a large green handcrafted cloak. Black long hair draped over his shoulders, his handsome and unrestrained face held an extremely strong self-confidence and pride. His pair of black eyes were full of defiance, yet his gaze towards Laine also carried some acknowledgment and respect.

The Wood Elf’s muscle was streamlined, and Laine could feel explosive power within him, also sensing a hint of danger.

In some sense, the two were somewhat alike.

It is said that every night of the new moon, Alaros wanders the forest with his hawk, looking for his beloved Goddess—namely Lilith. Thinking of this, Laine couldn’t help but want to laugh, his gaze toward Alaros becoming complex.