She finished buttoning her shirt, keeping her eyes glued only to the floor.

"I... I w-will clean my m-mess," Kaelia stuttered out, gesturing nervously to the massive wet stain currently ruining the expensive bedsheets.

Silas shrugged his broad shoulders.

"Don’t worry about it," Silas dismissed the issue entirely.

He walked past her, stepping over to the heavy stone wall directly next to the massive oak headboard.

He reached out and firmly grasped a thick pulsing green root naturally embedded in the stonework and he pulled it downward like a mechanical lever.

WHOOSH!

A sudden brilliant flash of pure divine green light completely washed over the entire master bedroom.

The light instantly vaporized the heavy puddle of bodily fluids soaking the mattress.

It flawlessly purified the air, completely eliminating the intoxicating scent of sweat and Kaelia.

The expensive dark bedsheets were left perfectly clean and neatly folded too.

Kaelia stared at the pristine bed, completely dumbfounded.

"H-how?" She stuttered.

"Well," Silas explained casually, turning back to her. "Apparently, Eluned aggressively drools an ocean when she sleeps... She specifically grew this divine purification root into the wall as a quick stealthy way to completely clean the bedsheets before I wake up in the morning."

He put a single finger to his lips.

"But do not tell her I told you that," Silas warned her with a smile. "She is highly protective of her divine image so she’s not supposed to know that I know."

Kaelia nodded frantically with her hair bouncing.

"M-my lips are entirely sealed, my Lord."

Silas gestured toward the oak door leading out to the hallway. Kaelia quickly scurried ahead of him, entirely eager to escape the suffocating tension of the master bedroom.

They stepped out into the quiet stone corridor.

Kaelia walked slightly behind him with her face still heavily flushed. She tried desperately to steer the conversation into normal professional territory.

"H-how was your trip back to where the L-Lords originate from?" Kaelia asked nervously, wringing her hands in her apron.

"It was pretty nice," Silas answered smoothly, adjusting the collar of his black shirt. "The politics are annoying, but the commercial places are highly lucrative. I bought a massive amount of gifts for the girls. Even you."

Kaelia stopped walking. Her eyes went completely wide.

"G-gifts?" Kaelia breathed out as a fresh wholesome blush touched her cheeks. "For me?"

"Yes," Silas confirmed, glancing back at her. "I’m going to share the entire haul tonight. Which reminds me... aren’t all the girls supposed to be sleeping securely in the Warlord Barracks right now?"

Kaelia nervously grabbed her own arm.

"N-not exactly, my Lord," Kaelia admitted, biting her lip.

They reached the top of the heavy wide stone staircase leading down to the ground floor of the Keep.

Silas walked down the steps.

During the grueling seven-day Novice Trial, the ground floor of the Keep had been a dark and freezing stone box filled with different places.

The system upgrades he had applied completely changed the architecture.

The bottom floor had physically expanded into a massive living room. Massive, thick fur rugs covered the polished stone floor.

A towering magical hearth dominated the far wall, radiating a deep comforting heat and plush leather couches as well as large oak tables were scattered comfortably around the room.

It was a perfect secure sanctuary but right now, it was a complete madhouse!

Silas stopped on the bottom step, staring at the chaotic scene playing out in his living room.

Eluned, the flawless SSS-Rank Goddess was slouched over the nearest oak table.

She was violently swooning as she clutched a massive, half-empty glass bottle of dark amber liquid tightly against her chest.

"He’s jusssst sho perfect..." Eluned blubbered loudly with her speech heavily slurred.

She looked completely out of her divine mind. "He holdsss his big sword like shwiiing and I jusssst melt..."

She wasn’t the only one completely compromised.

Brida, the towering, battle-hardened heavy warlord, slammed her massive fist directly onto the oak table, rattling the heavy mugs.

"Gimme some more of the good stuff, Dwarf~!" Brida demanded loudly with her face completely flushed a drunken red.

Tamsin, the lethal Wilderness Huntress, was leaning heavily against Brida’s shoulder and nodding frantically.

"Yeah! Pour it up!" Tamsin cheered, completely lacking her usual calmness.

Fenna the archer, Hilda, and Alys were entirely sprawled out across the heavy leather couches, laughing hysterically at a joke Silas hadn’t heard.

Even Rowena, the usually composed mage, looked completely out of it.

She was staring blankly at the roaring fire with a goofy smile and Aeliana, the royal elf, was the only one in the entire room who looked marginally sober though she was nursing a small cup of amber liquid with an exhausted sigh.

Every single elite member of his Vanguard was currently drinking heavily at his table and directly in the dead center of the massive oak table stood the cause of the chaos.

A Dwarven woman.

She was short, heavily muscled, and half-naked.

She stood triumphantly on the polished wood wearing absolutely nothing but a stained leather bra and a pair of dark cotton panties.

She had thick unbrushed long blonde hair spilling out from beneath a massive heavy iron forging helmet securely strapped to her head.

She held an extra-large glowing glass bottle of Dwarven spirits high above her head.

"Hahaha~!" the Dwarven woman roared with her booming abrasive voice echoing loudly off the stone walls. "The more the merrier, ladies! Drink up! It puts hair directly on your chests!"

She tilted the massive bottle, pouring a heavy stream of the dark amber liquid directly into Brida’s extended mug.

"There you go, Big Boobs!" the Dwarf yelled cheerfully, actively slapping Brida on the shoulder.

She turned and poured another heavy splash for Tamsin.

"Drink up, Mommy Thighs!" the Dwarf cheered, completely unfazed.

She pointed the heavy glass bottle directly at Rowena.

"And you better finish that cup, Youngling!" the Dwarf barked at Rowena.

Rowena snapped out of her drunken stupor, slamming her delicate hands violently onto the table.

"I am not a youngling!" Rowena argued vehemently, her elegant face completely flushed with alcohol. "I have incredibly big breasts too! Lord Graves completely looks at my breasts all the time when we are fighting together in the mud!"

Silas paused on the bottom step.

’What the hell?’ Silas thought with his eyes widening in disbelief. ’I absolutely do not look at her chest during combat... I am literally watching the horde of monsters trying to eat us.’

He stepped fully down into the room with his boots thudding against the stone.

"What are you all doing in my living room?" Silas demanded, his deep voice easily cutting completely over the drunken laughter. "Don’t you have assigned bunks?"

All hell broke loose instantly.

Before Brida could drunkenly salute, before Aeliana could offer an explanation, and before the half-naked Dwarven blacksmith could even turn around to identify the intruder...

Eluned completely abandoned her glass bottle.

The SSS-Rank Goddess launched herself entirely off the oak bench as she moved with blinding physics-defying divine speed.

She leaped directly across the room and slammed her entire body aggressively into Silas’s face.

The kinetic impact of a Goddess tackling him completely threw Silas off balance.

He fell violently backward, crashing heavily onto the thick fur rug covering the floorboards and Eluned didn’t let go.

She instantly straddled his face, completely pinning him to the floor as she leaned forward, pressing her flushed beautiful face directly into his.

Silas felt the soft pressure of her thighs locking securely around his ribs but he felt something else as well..

’The hell?’ Silas thought with his eyes going completely wide in shock beneath her. ’She isn’t wearing any panties! I explicitly told her to wear the damn panties!’

Eluned completely ignored his internal panic.

She wrapped her long legs tightly around the back of his head in a devastating inescapable physical lock as she clenched her incredibly soft downside securely against his face.

"Welcome completely back, my Lord~" Eluned slurred happily, completely intoxicated.

She sat up slightly, staring down at his broad muscled chest hidden beneath the dark canvas shirt.

She admired his physique with lust in her eyes then, she leaned down. She buried her face deeply into the collar of his black shirt, taking a massive sniff of the fabric.

Her drunken, happy smile instantly vanished as her violently glowing eyes narrowed into terrifying slits.

"Now," Eluned demanded. "Can you pleassse explain to me exactly why you currently smell like entirely different women... hic."

Silas was completely trapped.

He was a Mythic Gold Core Lord.... He had of course cleaved a massive, armored Abyssal Gore-Fiend entirely in half with a single swing and he possessed enough strength to shatter solid obsidian boulders with his bare fists.

However, he was currently completely immobilized on his own living room rug, caught in an inescapable reverse headscissor by an SSS-Rank Goddess who had forgotten to put on her underwear.

The soft dense weight of her thighs locked securely around his ears, pressing heavily against his carotid arteries.

Silas tried to speak.

He opened his mouth to rationally explain the textile meeting he had just conducted on Earth and the rest but he couldn’t.

Eluned was currently suffocating him with her divine coochie.

Every single time he inhaled to speak, his lungs were completely flooded with the overwhelmingly sweet scent of pure nature magic.

It completely short-circuited his higher brain functions.

’The hell... Eluned... what the hell is going on with her?’

Silas lay pinned against the fur rug as his cheeks flushed an uncharacteristic shade of red.

If he couldn’t speak, he had to use the only tactical weapon currently available to him.

’A little bit of a lick wouldn’t hurt right...’ Silas thought, entirely abandoning his dignity for the sake of survival. ’I just need her to let go...’

He opened his mouth, brought out his tongue, and deliberately licked.

His brain completely stalled.

It was sweeter than absolutely anything he had ever consumed in his entire twenty-something years of life...

It didn’t taste like sweat or anything he had ever tasted before.

It tasted exactly like concentrated morning dew, rich honey, and the pure essence of blooming spring perfectly condensed into a single drop of liquid... Or in simpler terms, he really couldn’t describe it at all.

’For what reason?!’ Silas’s thoughts screamed in bewilderment. ’Is it because she was a literal goddess of nature?!?!’

The sudden wet contact sent a violent visible jolt straight up Eluned’s spine.

"Nnnngh~!" Eluned moaned loudly with her back arching completely off his chest.

Her drunken murderous jealousy instantly evaporated as she giggled, it was a musical sound that echoed across the quiet stone walls of the living room.

"Stop it~" Eluned giggled loudly, squirming against his face. "It ticklessss..."

She didn’t let him go like he expected. Instead, her reflexes violently betrayed him as she squeezed her thighs completely shut.

The terrifying pressure of an SSS-Rank divine entity clamping down on his skull nearly popped his eardrums.

The cartilage in Silas’s neck popped loudly as his vision instantly swam with dark, dancing black spots.

He was physically choking to death on a Goddess’s lap in the middle of his own living room!

’Is this how I die...?’

"Oi! Let the boss go, ya crazy leaf-hugger!" a loud booming voice echoed across the room.

It was Thora.

The half-naked Dwarven blacksmith immediately pointed her heavy glass bottle directly at the tangled pile on the floor.

"Let him go!" Thora yelled cheerfully, slapping the oak table. "He can’t answer your damn questions if his brain is leaking out of his ears!"

Eluned blinked with her violently glowing eyes widening slightly as the drunken logic finally processed in her head.

"Oh... right," Eluned slurred happily.

She did, in fact, let him go.

Eluned uncrossed her flawless ankles and lazily fell directly to the side, collapsing onto the thick fur rug with a soft thud.

Silas immediately sat up.

He dragged in a massive desperate gasp of the cold air while heavily rubbing the sore muscles of his neck.

"Haah... Haah... Did you... try to murder me?"

Silas unfortunately didn’t even get a full three seconds to recover.