Starting With an SSS-Rank Goddess Summon!

Meanwhile, the left root carrying Morwenna slithered down the lower guest corridor.

It reached an empty random guest bedroom at the end of the hall, used its wooden tip to push the heavy oak door open, and unceremoniously tossed the unconscious Dread Queen flat onto the mattress.

PLOP!

Without waiting for Morwenna to settle, the thick root expanded outward, weaving a dense impenetrable lattice of wooden vines that completely sealed the bedroom door from the outside, locking the Dread Queen inside until morning.

Eluned walked past the sealed guest room, looking at the root’s work.

She offered the wooden vine a sweet charming smile, blowing it a playful kiss through the air.

"Good boy."

Hearing its Goddess praise it, the divine tree root literally throbbed and vibrated with ecstatic energy, pulsing happily before settling into the woodwork.

Upstairs in the master suite, the right root gently set Silas down on the large, comfortable king-sized bed, arranging his broad limbs neatly against the silk pillows before quietly retracting back into the floorboards.

Eluned, meanwhile, didn’t head straight to the bedroom just yet. She had business to finish.

She walked down the quiet, torch-lit corridor, returning to the Keep’s primary kitchen hold.

She picked up two fresh clean crystal glasses from the counter and filled them with a thick creamy white liquid.

To anyone else, it looked identical to fresh high-grade farm milk.

But in truth, it wasn’t dairy milk at all. Eluned had cultivated a rare, magical plant called the Lactis-Vine... a plant that produced a sweet protein-rich white sap.

The plant tried its best to emulate the exact taste and texture of real milk... and while it wasn’t 100% identical, it was so remarkably close that anyone drinking it would never suspect a thing.

And of course... Eluned had infused both glasses with a massive double-dose of her god-slaying slumber-herb.

Holding the wooden tray with two fresh glasses of spiked "milk" Eluned glided silently up the stairs toward the administrative wing.

She stopped in front of Silas’s private office door.

The heavy door was slightly ajar.

Eluned peeked through the gap... and froze.

Inside the dimly lit office, sitting behind Silas’s large mahogany desk, was Aeliana... the silver-haired elven arcanist.

Aeli was currently completely entangled with Silas’s heavy leather desk chair.

The voluptuous elf had her arms wrapped tightly around the wooden backrest with her pale face completely buried into the leather cushion where Silas usually sat, sniffing deeply with a dazed degenerate expression on her face!

"Mmm~ Lord Silas’s scent..." Aeli was whispering to herself in a dazed, dreamy trance with her long elven ears twitching wildly.

CREAK.

Eluned pushed the office door wide open, stepping into the room.

"E-EEK!"

Aeli violently flinched with her entire body going rock-rigid.

She practically leaped three feet off the chair with her face exploding into a burning crimson flush as she frantically tried to smooth down her white robes.

"L-Lady Eluned!" Aeli stammered out frantically, her silver eyes darting around the room in panicked desperation. "I... I was not doing anything inappropriate! I... I was merely inspecting the structural integrity of Lord Silas’s leather upholstery! Yes! Checking for wear and tear!"

Eluned stood in the doorway holding her wooden tray.

She didn’t scold her and she didn’t glare at her.

Instead, Eluned offered the flustered elven arcanist a bright angelic and breathtakingly sweet smile that radiated pure innocence.

"It is completely fine, Aeli," Eluned spoke softly, her melodic voice soothing.

She stepped forward, presenting the tray. "Lord Silas asked me to bring this glass of fresh, warm milk to you. He said you’ve been working very hard today and wanted you to rest."

Aeli’s eyes instantly lit up with overwhelming tearful joy.

"My Lord... sent this specifically for me?!" Aeli squeaked out happily, her heart practically soaring to the heavens.

Without a single shred of suspicion, doubt, or hesitation, Aeli reached out, grabbed the crystal glass, and chugged the entire spiked white liquid down her throat in one continuous eager gulp.

GULP... GULP... GULP!

"Ah... thank you so much, My Lord..." Aeli sighed happily, setting the empty glass down.

THUD!

The second the glass hit the wooden desk... Aeli’s eyes rolled completely back into her head!

Her voluptuous curvaceous body instantly went limp, and the elven arcanist collapsed flat onto her face across Silas’s desk, completely knocked out cold.

Eluned stood over the fallen elf, looking down at her sleeping body.

Eluned remembered Aeli from a few hundred years ago... back when Aeli was just a tiny shy elven baby whose father, the Elf King, used to bring her to play among the lower roots of Yggdrasil.

Over the centuries, that tiny elven girl had grown into an extraordinarily beautiful, voluptuous woman featuring a hourglass waist, a dangerously plump rear, and a massive chest that filled out her white robes to the brim.

Eluned’s green eyes narrowed slightly into a thin critical line as she looked at Aeli’s impressive curves.

’If Aeliana were just a little bit more aggressive with her feelings...’ Eluned evaluated internally. ’with a seductive, voluptuous body like that, she probably would have already succeeded in bedding our Lord weeks ago.’

Eluned didn’t stomp on Aeli’s face like she had done with Morwenna. After all, Aeli was a fellow elf and had always been polite.

Instead, Eluned looked down at her own petite chest beneath her apron, letting out a long quiet sigh.

’Why are my breasts not big...?’ Eluned pondered deeply in her own mind.

She had the divine power to alter her physical vessel if she truly wished to.

But in her heart, Eluned knew that her current petite graceful stature was the pinnacle of aesthetic proportion for her divine spirit identity.

Making her chest any larger would completely disrupt her natural balance and make her look clumsy and imperfect.

...Still, seeing how well-endowed Aeli and Morwenna were made her feel a subtle, rare wave of envy.

Then, a sudden memory flashed through Eluned’s mind.

She remembered a specific human philosophy book she had casually flipped through inside Silas’s newly constructed Library two days ago.

A slow wicked smile returned to the Nature Goddess’s face as she recalled the exact quote written on page forty-two.

"...Girls with smaller chests are always significantly tighter."

’Ah!’ Eluned cheered internally, her green eyes sparkling with pure joy.

That single sentence from the Library book was divine gospel to her.

If her petite body allowed her to grip her Lord’s male member significantly tighter than any other woman in the entire territory whenever he was inside her... then Silas would naturally become utterly addicted to her body and keep coming back to her bed every single night.

"Smaller is better," Eluned concluded proudly, nodding her head with confidence.

SNAP!

Eluned snapped her fingers, summoning a small tree root that slithered into the office, wrapped gently around Aeli’s waist, carried the sleeping elf back to her private bedroom, and sealed her door shut with thick wooden vines.

Two down.

...One major target left.

Eluned walked down the guest wing corridor, stopping outside the heavy timber door belonging to Talira... the Primordial Crimson Dragon.

Eluned didn’t bother knocking.

She gently pushed the door open, stepping inside.

Sitting cross-legged in the center of a massive woven mat was Talira.

The red-haired dragoness was currently meditating with her human body surrounded by a shimmering haze of volcanic red heat mana.

Hearing the door open, Talira slowly opened her glowing crimson eyes.

Seeing the Nature Goddess standing in her doorway, Talira immediately extinguished her fire aura, bowing her head politely.

"Good evening, Lady Eluned," Talira greeted her respectfully, acknowledging the deity’s superior divine standing.

"Good evening, Talira," Eluned smiled sweetly, stepping forward with the wooden tray. "You fought a very long exhausting battle against our Lord today from what I heard. I brought you a special nutrient-rich spirit drink to help restore your depleted core reserves."

Talira looked at the glass of thick white liquid.

Normally, an adult dragon’s hyper-adaptive biology was extremely cautious regarding unknown liquids.

But because the drink was presented directly by Lady Eluned... a divine Goddess bound to the same Lord, Talira felt zero reason to doubt her hospitality.

"Thank you, Lady Eluned," Talira said politely.

She took the glass and drained the entire contents in one long gulp!

GULP... GULP!

Talira set the empty glass down, wiping her mouth.

"That was remarkably rich..."

THUMP!

Suddenly, Talira’s vertical dragon pupils dilated in utter shock.

Her ancient hyper-adaptive dragon biology instantly recognized the presence of the slumber toxin entering her bloodstream.

Her dragon core violently ignited, attempting to adapt, mutate, and neutralize the poison at light speed.

’A... poison...?!’ Talira thought in dazed horror.

However... while her dragon biology was formidable, it was currently at its weakest point after getting thoroughly exhausted during her brutal duel with Vespera earlier.

The divine Yggdrasil toxin overwhelmed her adapting dragon cells in less than three seconds.

PLOP!

Talira’s eyes went wide, her body lost all physical strength, and the dragoness face-planted flat onto her plush bed pillows, falling into an instant deep slumber.

Eluned stepped forward, gently pulling the soft blankets over Talira’s shoulders and tucking the sleeping dragoness in cutely.

"Sleep well, little dragon," Eluned whispered.

She picked up the empty glass, stepped out of the room, and closed the heavy oak door.

RUMBLE!

A dense weave of World Tree roots erupted out of the hallway floorboards, completely sealing Talira’s bedroom door from the outside, locking her safely within.

With every major Hero and soldier officially neutralized, Eluned walked back downstairs to the kitchen, setting the empty wooden tray and glasses into the sink.

She then walked over to the Keep’s grand front doors, pushing the heavy timber double doors open, and stepped out onto the moonlit porch.

Eluned stood on the stone steps, closing her divine eyes, taking a deep breath of the night air, and expanding her nature perception across the entire territory of the Blessed Land.

Silence...

It was peaceful, and unbroken silence.

Out on the eastern lawn, Valkyrie, Luna, and the three direwolf pups were sprawled out across the soft grass, snoring softly under the influence of the slumber-spores Eluned had released into the wind hours ago.

Along the high stone battlements and the central Watchtower, Fenna, Brida, and the Vanguard archers were resting comfortably against the ramparts, fast asleep.

In the barracks, the rest of the girls were tucked into their beds, sleeping peacefully.

The entire Blessed Land had been completely put to sleep.

A breathtaking radiant smile spread across Eluned’s divine face.

"Perfect," Eluned whispered happily.

She stepped back inside the Keep, pulling the heavy timber double doors shut, and locked them using three thick iron-hard roots that wove across the handles.

FWOOSH...

As she walked up the grand stone staircase toward the second floor, a soft shimmer of emerald-and-gold nature mana wrapped around her petite body.

Her frilly white-and-green cooking apron and simple dress completely dissolved.

In its place, a breathtaking sheer emerald-and-silver silk nightdress materialized around her curves.

The fabric was extraordinarily soft, semi-translucent, and tailored to cling perfectly to her delicate waist, highlighting every single soft curve of her petite flawless figure.

Eluned reached the master suite door at the end of the second-floor corridor.

She turned the brass handle, pushing the door open, and stepped into Silas’s private bedroom, closing the door softly behind her.

CLICK!

A weave of wooden vines sealed the bedroom door from the inside, ensuring uninterrupted privacy.

Eluned looked over at the large king-sized bed in the center of the room.

Silas was lying flat on his back across the soft white sheets with his broad six-foot-two muscular frame spread out, his dark hair messy against the pillows, fast asleep under the lingering effects of the slumber-herb.

Eluned’s green eyes sparkled with pure adoration.

She walked over on silent feet, climbing onto the edge of the mattress, kneeling beside his resting upper body.

Elune reached out her delicate pale hand, gently caressing his sharp jawline, stroking his cheek with infinite tenderness.

"You look so remarkably cute when you’re sleeping, My Lord..." Eluned whispered softly, her melodic voice filled with deep affection.

Then, her eyes flickered with a sudden, serious divine realization.

"...But you still need my markings."

Eluned had spent hours reading through human romance literature in the Library.

In the modern human world, lovers gave each other hickeys and marks to signal ownership to the rest of the world.

And back in the land of elves... engaging in physical union with a partner meant entering an eternal life-bond.

Eluned leaned her body over his broad chest, her silver-green hair cascading over his shoulders like living vines.

She parted her soft lips, leaning down low, and bit down firmly into the warm skin on the right side of Silas’s neck.

"Mmm..." Silas let out an unconscious grumble in his sleep, but the sedative kept him from waking up.