Eluned instantly scrambled across the rug and violently clung directly to his side.

She wrapped both of her arms securely around his thick bicep, pressing her soft breasts completely against his elbow as she stared up at him with wide unfocused green eyes.

"So?" Eluned demanded, poking his cheek with a slender finger. "Who were they?"

Silas sighed, gently pushing her poking finger away.

"There were a few girls that I had formally met with today," Silas explained pragmatically, completely maintaining his deadpan composure. "But they were just helping me sort out my—"

She didn’t let him finish the sentence.

Eluned leaned in closer, squinting her glowing eyes at his face.

She completely ignored his logical explanation as her drunken brain entirely latched onto a completely different detail.

"You look different," Eluned blubbered, running her hand roughly through his dark hair.

She noticed the refined genetic improvements that he had gotten upon waking up in his house back on Earth and Eluned gasped loudly.

"You are significantly more handsome!" Eluned declared with her voice rising in panic.

She gripped his shirt collar frantically.

"It’s because you are so incredibly handsome!" Eluned shrieked with her drunken logic completely spiraling out of control. "That’s why other women are trying to steal you! You are even more handsome than before! That’s it! I have to fix it!"

She pulled her fist back, her knuckles glowing with a terrifying condensed aura of pure green annihilation magic.

"I can just cleanly punch your face and make you super ugly!" Eluned offered brightly, fully intending to shatter his jaw to ward off potential rivals. "Then no one else will want you but me!"

Silas grabbed her glowing wrist instantly, completely locking her arm in place before she could literally decapitate him.

He violently sweatdropped as a bead of sweat slid down the back of his neck.

"That’s not needed at all," Silas shut the idea down flatly. "Put the magic away, Eluned. I like my face exactly the way it is."

He forced her hand down, entirely neutralizing the SSS-Rank domestic threat.

Silas looked away from his unhinged possessive Goddess and scanned the chaos of his newly upgraded living room.

He looked at the half-empty wooden mugs scattered across the oak tables. He looked at Tamsin and Brida leaning against each other in a drunken stupor.

"More importantly," Silas asked. "How did you all even get alcohol in the first place? I didn’t buy any provisions containing liquor... The territory shouldn’t have access to this."

Thora, the half-naked Dwarven blacksmith, let out a booming obnoxious laugh from the center of the table.

"Don’t look at me, Boss!" Thora chuckled, taking a massive swig directly from her bottle. "I just provided the copper distillation tubing! It was all Kaelia!"

Silas slowly turned his head.

Kaelia was standing nervously near the bottom of the stone staircase.

She still wore her pristine white apron with her hair bouncing slightly as she fidgeted with the hem of her skirt.

She was avoiding his direct gaze with her cheeks still completely flushed a bright crimson from their earlier encounter in the master bedroom.

"Yes, my Lord," Kaelia explained timidly, heavily bowing her head. "I was the one who did it."

Silas stared at her. "You brewed alcohol?"

"I... I noticed the massive stockpiles of raw aether-wheat we harvested from the building two days ago..." Kaelia explained with her voice trembling slightly. "I utilized my S-Rank Culinary Mastery to rapidly accelerate the natural fermentation process... With Thora’s help building the pressurized copper stills, I managed to successfully distill a highly potent and ninety-proof clear spirit in under four hours!"

She nervously wrung her hands.

"The girls were deeply stressed from the Novice Trial, my Lord. I simply wanted to provide a minor morale boost."

Silas rubbed the bridge of his nose.

His S-Rank Chef hadn’t just cooked dinner... She had single-handedly invented a fully illegal magical bootlegging operation in his basement while he was out buying pants.

Before Silas could formally address the blatant territorial moonshining, Thora stomped her heavy boots against the oak table.

"Speaking of morale boosts!" Thora yelled cheerfully.

The Dwarven woman reached down and picked up a specialized reinforced iron mug she had personally crafted in the forge.

She held it out directly toward Silas with a highly perverted grin plastered across her face.

"Have a drink, Boss!" Thora offered pervertedly, heavily winking her left eye. "I made this specific cup entirely for you! It’ll put a real, heavy kick directly in your loins! You’ll be howling at the moon all night long!"

Silas reached out to take the iron mug however Eluned instantly violently slapped his hand away.

The Goddess pointed a wavering finger directly at the Dwarf.

"Do not drink that!" Eluned shrieked loudly, leaning against Silas’s shoulder. "She spiked it! I saw her grinding up glowing blue roots from outside and dropping them directly into the liquor!"

Thora entirely gasped in mock offense, clutching her stained leather bra.

"Hey!" Thora complained loudly, completely unashamed of her actions. "What about the sacred girl’s code?! You aren’t supposed to rat a sister out when she’s actively trying to secure the bag!"

Eluned completely ignored the concept of sisterhood. She violently hugged Silas’s arm, pressing her cheek against his shoulder.

"My Lord is only mine!" Eluned declared fiercely with her glowing eyes glaring daggers at the Dwarf. "So only I am allowed to properly drug him!"

Silas violently sweatdropped again. He looked down at the Goddess clinging to his bicep.

"What’s all this casual talk about drugging me?" Silas asked, his voice deadpan.

Thora looked up at him, her cheeks flushed offering a completely unconvincing smile.

"I definitely didn’t want to drug you so I could get you to do questionable, highly explicit things with me while you lacked the proper cognitive resistance to say no," Thora lied flawlessly, entirely failing to hide her actual motives.

Silas rolled his eyes.

He let out another exhausted sigh.

"Typical," Silas muttered.

He completely ignored the spiked iron mug on the table as he turned his attention back to the Dwarven woman currently chugging directly from her bottle.

This was Thora Aul Dereuke.

She was their resident master Smith and she was the only dwarf that he had pulled from the Troop Summoning Cards.

Apparently, according to her tragic and extensive background lore, she was the last surviving member of her specific race in the exact area of the Sovereign World where she had been summoned from.

She was an unparalleled genius with mythril and star-iron and she was also very perverted.

’She’s much more of a pervert than any other woman that I’ve seen in this world and that’s saying something...’ Silas thought.

She was exactly like those degenerated Booktok girls from Earth that constantly posted about desperately wanting to be dominated by tall fictional shadow-daddies but Thora had a specific reversed fetish.

She had a human man fetish and Silas was currently the only human man within a fifty-mile radius.

She didn’t want a short, bearded dwarf with a battleaxe.

She wanted to be utterly bred by a tall human Lord according to her and she also wanted to give birth to a massive, towering human-dwarf hybrid army.

She was the kind of person who possessed absolutely zero internal filter as she explicitly said exactly what was on her mind at all times, making her a tad bit entirely too perverted for his current tastes.

And not to mention, she unconditionally loved boobs!

Before the panty thief issue as of recent, Tamsin and Brida had complained to him in the courtyard.

Thora had bypassed personal boundaries and laid down on their massive breasts while they were trying to sleep in the shared Warlord Barracks, claiming she was using them as "ergonomic premium pillows."

Silas had been forced to instantly construct a completely separate stone room for her directly inside her own smithing building just to keep the women from murdering her in her sleep.

’Wait a minute,’ Silas thought with his eyes widening slightly as he stared at the half-naked Dwarf.

The girls had been plagued by a mysterious and untraceable panty thief stealing their undergarments from the drying lines that Aeliana had reported today.

’The Panty thief has to be one of her personal blacksmith apprentices from the girls at the very least,’ Silas realized with the missing puzzle pieces finally falling entirely into place. ’Or she just did it herself to build a nest... I can’t believe I didn’t think of this...’

Thora completely interrupted his internal detective work.

She wiped the spilled amber liquor from her chin, completely leaning over the oak table toward Silas.

"Come on, Boss!" Thora said. "You evolved my forge! Let me evolve your bloodline! I’m completely in heat! I want to be bred so badly my teeth are actively vibrating! Put a baby in this forge!"

"Calm the hell down, you degenerate!" Tamsin yelled from the couch, throwing an empty wooden mug directly at the Dwarf’s massive iron helmet.

The mug bounced harmlessly off the heavy metal with a loud sound.

CLANG!

"Shut up, Mommy Thighs!" Thora yelled back cheerfully. "You’re just jealous I asked first!"

Silas gently but firmly pushed Eluned off his side, officially calming the highly jealous Goddess down before she decided to nuke the table.

He stood up from the fur rug, brushing the dust off his dark trousers.

"Come on, Boss, just one drink with us!" Brida yelled from the bench, slamming her massive fist against the wood again. "To celebrate your successful raid on the civilian sector like you said!"

"Yeah!" Fenna cheered from the back. "Drink!"

They completely convinced Silas to drink.

All of the girls in the room, including the calm Rowena, were actively raising their heavy mugs in a unified drunken toast toward him.

Silas desperately looked around the room for a completely sober rational adult.

He looked directly at Aeliana who was sitting quietly in the corner with her clipboard.

’Come on,’ Silas thought. ’Help your Lord out and shut this frat party down.’

Aeliana flinched.

She completely averted her green eyes, interested in staring at the blank stone wall instead of making direct eye contact with him.

’Why are you looking at me my Lord? I already tried and Goddess Eluned whipped me...; Aeliana thought, from now on, she would never let Eluned drink again.

It was today that she found out that the drunk goddess apparently wanted to ride on Elves as horses.

Silas sighed as he was completely on his own.

"Alright fine..."

He reached out and grabbed a standard, unspiked wooden mug of Kaelia’s potent alcohol from the edge of the table.

"I’ll do the drinking!"

He threw his head back and drank it in a single massive gulp.

The clear liquid burned like literal concentrated rocket fuel sliding down his throat, but the aftertaste was surprisingly sweet and carried a rich hint of sweet aether-wheat.

"Not bad at all," Silas admitted honestly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

He reached down and casually plucked Eluned’s half-empty glass bottle directly from where she left it.

He took a heavy swig directly from the neck, purposefully, strategically avoiding the heavily spiked iron cup Thora had crafted for him.

He set the bottle down with a loud thud as the noise in the room lowered slightly. The girls were all looking at him.

’You all wanted me to drink, now you’re looking at me weirdly?’ Silas thought.

Regardless...

"I didn’t just come back to drink moonshine in the basement," Silas announced with his deep voice carrying easily over the crackling fire. "I needed all of the girls fully gathered tonight. I brought the completely massive haul back from the commercial sector so I have gifts for every single—"

CRASH!

The loud sound of shattering glass completely interrupted his speech as Silas froze.

The entire room went dead silent.

The sound hadn’t come from the kitchen... It hadn’t come from the living room either.

It had echoed loudly from outside, completely cutting through the sound of the howling wind.

A massive reinforced glass window on the first floor of the Warlord Barracks across the courtyard had just been violently broken.

Silas stood perfectly still.

’What the fuck...’ Silas thought as he just stared out the heavy archway leading to the courtyard.

Through the pouring rain, he clearly saw the amazing frame of the Warlord Barracks and he also saw the massive hole where the reinforced glass used to be.

Exactly three seconds later, a girl wearing a standard tunic completely scampered outside into the freezing rain.

She looked absolutely terrified as she frantically bent down into the mud, picked up the completely shattered, ruined wooden window frame, tucked it under her arm like a stolen football, and instantly ran directly back inside the dark barracks.

Silas just watched the entire, completely absurd sequence play out in total silence.

He took a slow, deep breath.

’Alright,’ Silas thought, feeling the exhaustion leaving his body, replaced entirely by cold authority. ’I need to lock in.’

He completely dropped the casual, friendly guy persona he had been wearing since he got back from Earth as the heavy suffocating gravity of his Mythic Gold Core instantly flooded the living room.

The air pressure violently shifted, dropping the temperature in the room by ten degrees.

He looked directly at the drunken women sitting at the tables.

"Get up," Silas ordered seriously with his golden-ringed eyes completely devoid of warmth. "All of you... Go to the Barracks. Right now."