The Demon Emperor was Saint Emperor

Chapter 286 - 258: Overnight Stay (Part 2)

At this moment, he sat at the main seat of the chief visa officer in the hall, with an elf maiden lightly massaging his shoulders on either side, while the elf maiden across from him was diligently issuing his entry pass.

Lynn noticed that the pass issued for him was on green stationery, a color equivalent to using golden foil paper among the Human Race, representing the highest level of treatment.

And this was only because Lynn requested them to simply issue a pass for him; otherwise, the elf maidens had planned to all personally escort him to the Teleportation Array tomorrow.

Natasha, who came in a step later, saw all the elves crowding around Lynn, not a spot left for her to stand guard beside him, much less an opportunity to massage him, which angered her to the point of gnashing her teeth.

Lucky she came along this time, or else with Lord Lynn’s disposition, would he be able to crawl out once he fell into this beauty’s lair?

Let’s not end up saying we’re fetching Xiya to the Light Empire to reunite with her sisters, but instead settling directly in the Elf Kingdom.

By then, they would be waiting in the Light Empire until the seas run dry, while Lord Lynn is thriving with descendants in the Elf Kingdom...

Just Xiya alone couldn’t hold Lord Lynn, but seeing today’s stance of these elf maidens, if Lord Lynn claimed that he lacked six attendants to sleep with, they wouldn’t even bother to ask their superiors before disrobing.

The Elf Race theoretically values monogamy, but special circumstances permit special treatment. Considering Lord Lynn’s immense grace and virtue toward the Elf Race, even if they don’t send all beautiful maidens to fill his harem, they’d likely offer half of them...

As someone from the Dragon Race, Natasha isn’t overly concerned about how many companions her partner has, but she cares about how much her share is.

Like today, where just opening her butt isn’t enough; she’s already squeezed to the side without any space.

She wouldn’t be jealous, but she would defend her food!

"Alright, now that the pass is issued, you should all go back to sleep. Tomorrow we’re heading to the Elf Kingdom and will need our rest."

Although the elf maidens provided massage services with just the right strength, making it quite enjoyable, Lynn still recognized who his legitimate wife was.

Sneaking a peek at Natasha’s pout, hanging low enough to hook an oil bottle, Lynn hurriedly took the freshly issued pass and declared the massage elf maidens off clock.

"Alright, Queen, the first room on the left on the second floor is prepared for you, please don’t go the wrong way; but if you do, just enter the room next to it, it’s not a big deal..."

Compared to the five other new elves, the chief visa officer of the hall was already over five hundred years old. However, since elves never show their age, and she, unmarried thus far, maintained an excellent state that looked almost no different from a maiden.

As these elves recognized Lynn holding the Promise of the Elf King, they naturally were aware of his reputation.

Considering his legendary status in some respects, and as he only brought one sleeping attendant today, it’s likely he might experience dissatisfaction halfway through the night.

So as the elder sister, she had to take the initiative to shoulder responsibility.

The Elf Race isn’t ignorant of gratitude, but they’ve always treated matters like these with utmost importance.

If the Hero and the Queen indeed have needs, whatever it takes, they should strive to satisfy them.

Although, relatively naive young girls should step back in times like these; when sacrifice and dedication is needed, it’s up to these old aunties or elder sisters to step up.

In any case, elves hardly show age. Unless indeed they reach twilight years, whether an elf is eight hundred or two hundred, they remain exquisite, except with different flavors due to varied experiences and the depth of traces left by time.

Overall, concerning the Human Race’s aesthetic standards, he surely appreciates elves slightly older than him; after having experienced too many younger maidens of other races, he may find more interest in the maturity of elves.

"What do you take me for? Am I someone who repays favors with exploitation?"

Lynn understood what his current reputation was like, with all Seven Great Empires assembling princess legions to entice him to act, it’s normal for elves more sensitive in this regard to misunderstand him.

But even if understandable, Lynn disliked being treated like an overtly promiscuous type, how are you so sure I’d walk into the wrong room?

Frustrated, Lynn didn’t wait for the elf maiden’s reply, he directly stood up, took the grumpy Natasha’s hand, and headed upstairs. Then, the six elf maidens following them watched as they ducked into the second left room.

I’m going to walk into the wrong room! But it’s an empty room with my wife, certainly not needing you elves to sleep with!

Though Lynn didn’t say a word after going upstairs, everyone could pretty much guess this was his intention.

He is clearly the world’s strongest Hero, yet why is he so cute...

How could he tame a strong-willed and capricious Queen with such temperament?

Would he really become a son-in-law? Ignoring the Miracle Saint Emperor standing tall, opting to be the Elf Kingdom’s Queen Consort?

Although the Queen indeed is stunning, alluring enough to make countless heroes bow, there’s no shortage of beauties around the Hero, unless he forgets to bring them, otherwise he’s not lacking in charm.

Oh, it’s incomprehensible, whatever... Ultimately, it’s not like anyone’s demanding, even if one sacrifices, there’s no loss, so however it unfolds doesn’t matter.

The elder elf considered this, sending the five young girls beside her back to their rooms, then occupied the room originally vacated for the Hero and his couple, which actually was her own room.

After all the fuss, she still slept in her own room, just unfortunate for the young girl supposed to live in room two, who had to squeeze with other sisters.

The visa hall always fixed six staff, because there were only six rooms on the second floor. If the Hero comes to stay, had he not brought his wife, her arrangement might have been six rooms for him to choose from, whoever’s room he chose would sleep with him, only she’d hint that choosing the first room offers better and more comprehensive benefits.

Lynn successfully settled into the visa hall, and the elves both shocked and elated dispersed, as the night descended deeper, perfect for resting.

However, just when the six elf maidens had barely laid down, yet not completely asleep, strange noises began emanating from the second room.

It sounded like a woman desperately calling for help, but lacked the scent of fear and trepidation.

Because the residents here are all elf maidens, to avoid an elf being harmed without attracting the attention of others, the rooms were deliberately made with poor soundproofing, precisely for enabling other elves to hear if one calls for help.

So it was now, with humming and whimpering sounds from room two carrying clear to all elves.

At first, they couldn’t grasp the situation, wondering what divine being possessed the capability to assault the Hero.

But as they listened longer, they gradually comprehended. It should be the essential program of sleeping attendants, even though none of them had experienced it, they had at least heard of it.

It’s just that woman’s voice grew increasingly sultry, the commotion escalating, causing the elf maidens’ brows to furrow.

How can elves sleep well with this going on, don’t they need to get up early tomorrow for work at the Elf Kingdom?

Moreover...

If you must cry out, do so. But why must dragon might splash about, making one lose control... wasn’t it, lose composure?

Hmm, it turns out this woman is from the Dragon Race...

Even the strongest physical might possessed by a mother dragon is thrashing about like this by the Hero, how can the elves famed for tenderness endure?

Now it’s their turn to secretly worry for the Elf Queen, though the Queen harbors a hardened personality and a steely mouth, her body is still soft, not as resistant as ordinary elves.

Hopefully, the Queen doesn’t turn into an Imperial Consort, does she?