Chapter 225: The Child Conceived, the Son of the Elves

"What's that expression on your face? Are you surprised? I thought you were supposed to be secretly delighted."

Mavis walked lightly, with her bare pair of snow-white feet, to Deya's bed and sat down.

Then, in front of Deya, the witch bent her slender legs under her white skirt and put her feet on the edge of the bed.

Her ten toes were as big as young flowers, and her nails were a light moon-white color, gently twisting there, seeming to have infinite charm.

The witch smiled charmingly, she raised one of her jade feet, gently placed it on Deya's leg and slowly rubbed it.

At this time, Deya was preparing to go to bed and rest. He was only wearing a pair of shorts. The skin on his legs felt the delicate soles of the witch's feet in front of him. The soft and warm jade-like feeling made Deya feel distracted, and a burning emotion burned in his heart.

Deya frowned and said, "Are you using a charm spell on me?"

Deya looked at his panel, which showed that he was under the influence of charm.

I still remember the first time I saw this witch. Her every frown and smile made Deya unable to take his eyes off her. Any tiny movement or word of this witch made Deya feel the impulse as a man.

However, ever since the two of them made an agreement, Mavis has hardly ever used this ability against Deya.

And now, Deya once again felt the charm that made his heart beat faster. Any slight movement of the woman in front of him made it difficult for Deya to control his thoughts.

"This is not due to the charm spell."

Mavis said softly: "...Now you have the power of the Eight Rings, and you also have some abilities that belong to God. You have a strong resistance to this kind of spell of control.

The reason why you have this irresistible urge to get close to me is not because of my magic, but because of your own true thoughts.

Deya, you are just a human man in his early twenties, which is the age when your desire for women is the strongest.

You will be charmed by me. This has nothing to do with your will, it is just your instinct, and I have no intention of hurting you."

Deya was sure that if Mavis really had ill intentions towards him, with his current abilities, he would be able to break free from the spell immediately.

But Mavis didn't have any ill will towards him. Instead, she had great kindness towards him. So when Mavis used her abilities to the fullest, even Deya was hit.

"Deya, don't be patient, just release your desires. I won't resist, I will even be more proactive, just like this."

Mavis's voice was low and hoarse, and her long elf ears trembled slightly. Her face, which was extremely beautiful among the elves, and could even be said to be the most beautiful face of all the women Deya had ever seen, was slightly flushed.

But compared to the blush on her face, what attracted the most attention was Mavis's excited smile and rapid breathing.

Her toes moved slowly forward, sliding across Deya's skin and through Deya's trouser legs.

Deya gasped.

Oh no, I've been checked and my vital points have been touched by the enemy. It seems that there is no other way except to surrender.

He looked at Mavis in front of him, who was dragging her pointed chin with a serious look, as if she was just studying Deya's weaknesses. Whenever she found Deya's weaknesses, she would unconsciously reveal a smile of victory.

Under the witch's charm, Deya has completely lost his mind.

This time he was no longer passive, but took the initiative.

Holding Mavis's slender and soft waist, looking at her gorgeous silver hair spread messily on the artistic bed, Mavis lay on the bed with her head turned sideways, leaving only a side profile to Deya, looking extremely shy and charming.

A gorgeous and mournful song resounded throughout the house.

……

Outside the house, Sally's tall and slender figure stood at the door, her fists clenched and her lips tightly bitten by her pearly teeth.

"I am Lord Deya's sharp blade. I must obey Lord Deya in everything and should not have any extra thoughts."

She muttered to herself like this, as if she was finding reasons and excuses for herself, or as if she was using this method to divert her attention and not listen to the sounds in the room.

At this moment, Sallyst hated herself for being so sharp-eyed and sharp-eared.

The soundproofing in the elves' palace is very good, but no matter how good the soundproofing is, as long as it is not affected by magic, some slight sounds will be transmitted.

And those few sounds were heard by Sally, and they were as shocking as the beating of drums.

For some reason, Sallyst always felt a sense of déjà vu, as if this incident had happened before.

But at that time she didn't have the ability she has now, so she didn't know exactly what happened.

"Are they mating?"

Just then, a beautiful dragon girl with dragon horns on her head and a dazed look walked over.

Ignis' ears also moved, and the sounds coming from the room were also very clear in her ears.

She looked at the door curiously, then at Sallyste who was watching her warily.

Sally Stewart warned, "What are you doing here?"

Ignis looked at Celeste who was extremely wary of her, and she certainly knew why.

Before, Ignis also disliked Celeste very much and had been avoiding her. At that time, Ignis was still wondering why she did that.

Until recently when Deya came out of the World Memory, Ignis also possessed the memory of 4000 years ago.

Although for Ignis, those memories were more like watching a movie, allowing her to watch the life of the Mother of Dragons in the form of a third party, it was not that her consciousness was taken away and she turned back into the Mother of Dragons of that year.

But from this, Ignis also knew the reason why she and Celeste didn't like each other.

It turns out that we were once enemies and died at each other's hands.

However, she did not tell Celeste about this, and after learning about her past memories, Ignis no longer had any hostility towards Celeste.

Because she knew that Sally was Sally, and she was not the former God of Corruption. It could even be said that Sally was the one who truly defeated the God of Corruption.

"I was just passing through."

Ignis shook her head.

She looked at the door curiously again, then tilted her head and said blankly: "If it weren't so difficult for a dragon to give birth, I would also like to find Deya to give birth to a child."

Sally said angrily, "No!"

As for Mavis, she could accept it because Celeste only regarded herself as Deya's weapon and she would not influence her master's decision.

But Ignis was the only one who couldn't do that. She had to face this dragon. She wanted to stay away from her from the bottom of her heart. Ignis seemed to mutter something, but Sally could not hear it clearly.

Then, the female silver dragon turned around unhappily and left.

After Ignis left, Celeste also breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, she moved her ears and heard strange words coming from the room.

That was Mavis' voice, but the tone was not exactly the same as Mavis's before.

"Don't hide yourself!"

Mavis' voice was quite panicked, hoarse and shy, completely different from her previous boldness.

But then, Mavis' tone changed again, still very tired and charming, but with a strong smile: "Don't be shy, anyway, you have secretly thought about this kind of thing before, what's wrong with putting it into practice now."

"You just do this to my body, and I haven't said anything, but why did you...ah, why did you let me out."

Slowly, Mavis, who was in the state of a saint, didn't know whether she was in pain or happiness, she started crying as she spoke.

But her crying doesn't bring people sympathy, it only makes people more excited.

Even Deya found it quite novel. For a moment he didn't know how many people were in front of him.

Although the two Mavises share the same body, their personalities are completely different, so it is not wrong to say that they are two different people.

I can only say that this wonderful feeling can only be seen from Mavis.

……

A few days later, Mavis, with her brows relaxed and looking increasingly lazy and charming, met the high priest of the elves in a church in the royal court.

"Mavis, how is my spell working?"

The old-looking high priest asked with a smile as she looked at Mavis, whose appearance was becoming more and more charming.

Mavis frowned, she stroked her belly with her hand and said hesitantly: "I can't feel that there is life growing here for the time being."

The high priest comforted her, "Although the elves' fertility is stronger than that of dragons, it is still far behind that of other races.

It is normal that you cannot feel any life for the time being. After a while, you will be able to feel it.

This is the divine art of the 'Watcher of Balance', which is the birth of life. Initially, the reason why the elves believed in the Watcher of Balance was because the Watcher of Balance had a priesthood related to life and could bring more life.

In fact, the one who could truly increase the elves' population was the Mother of All Living Things. However, the ancient elves might have realized that there was something wrong with that god, and that was why they did not believe in him.

Judging from the results, this was a correct choice, because because they did not believe in the Mother of All Living Things, the elves got the opportunity to grow stronger."

Mavis narrowed her eyes slightly at this time, and she said vigilantly: "High Priest, what on earth do you want to do to make me give birth to Deya's heir?"

The high priest shook his head and said, “You are too cautious, Mavis, but I can understand you.

Please rest assured that I have no ill will towards that human. After all, you are an eighth-ring wizard and you should be able to see that I am not lying.

Besides, I just made a proposal, and it is you who are really willing to do it and carry it out. I am just helping you.

Mavis, you are well aware of your feelings for that human, but you just can't take the initiative to take that step, especially the other you, she is too shy.

Now that you have an excuse, you have become bolder, and you should thank me for that."

The Elf High Priest had a kind look in his eyes, like an old grandmother watching her granddaughter.

Mavis took a deep breath and said, "You are indeed right, I was just avoiding it.

The main reason was that I was afraid that Deya would mistake me for a man. I initially told him that my way of thinking was similar to that of a man, but in fact I was lying to him.

So I don’t dare to do some things, for fear of bringing about the results I don’t want.”

But then, Mavis was worried again: "But I hid this matter after all. Deya doesn't know that I will have his offspring. What should I do if he gets angry about this later?"

Seeing Mavis falling into worry like an ordinary girl, the elf high priest still smiled kindly.

There will always be a certain age when young people will devote all their energy to the person they like and their heartbeats will quicken. This is something that everyone will experience in their life.

She said slowly: "Mavis, don't worry. He will thank you when the time comes."

"Why do you say that?"

“That human being is walking on a path that no one has ever walked before. The divinity in him is very strong. He is a person who wants to become a god.

I don’t know whether he will succeed or not, but the strong divinity in him will definitely change him and make him gradually lose his ability to have children.

Gods cannot give birth to offspring. In the past tens of thousands of years, no god has ever given birth to an offspring.

When that time comes, he will just be happy to see that he will have another child."

After a pause, the high priest continued: “…I do have selfish motives and want to use his power.

The power of God is strong. As long as you and he give birth to offspring, they will be born with the bloodline of the Emerald Crown. Even because of the divine power possessed by the human Deya, the offspring you give birth to will definitely not be simple.

The elves desperately need a wise king who can lead them through all difficulties and rise again, and this child who is being conceived is all their hope.

Besides, if Deya could really become a god one day, he would protect the elves for the sake of the children.

I don’t ask the elves to be as powerful as they were ten thousand years ago. I just hope that the elves can reproduce normally like other races, and I will be satisfied.”

Listening to the sincere words of the high priest in front of her, Mavis was also deeply moved.

This old elf has truly devoted her entire life to the elves.

Mavis said, "I won't stay here long. I will return to the material world with Deya soon."

The high priest said gently, "Go, child. I still have hundreds of years to live. I can afford to wait."

The witch Mavis actually doesn't care much about the life and death of the elves, but she knows that her other self cares very much about her own people.

Now that those high elves who had grudges against her have turned into corpses, she doesn't mind helping the elves for the sake of her other self.

(End of this chapter)