Chapter 350: Countess Faelith
[Nt: Yes, just one Chapter of Golden Lord today. I had to go to another city to sign some documents for the guy whose car my dad hit this morning, and I ended up getting home a little late.
Everything will be back to normal tomorrow]
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"Nghnn~"
A sweet, sleepy moan drifted through the quiet dawn, echoing softly off the walls of one of the many houses in Goldenveil.
A pair of dark eyes opened slowly, still heavy with sleep, framed by long, tousled black hair spread across the pillow like spilled ink.
Delicate features, strikingly different from those of the Western continent, emerged into the soft morning light.
It was Kim Seo-ah, daughter of Korea’s richest man.
Her milk-white skin lay largely exposed to the sun’s rays streaming through the bedroom’s half-open curtains, every curve of her body glistening as if carved from fresh porcelain.
The perfection of her snow-white skin was unreal, too refined to belong to a mere mortal woman.
A pair of black panties traced the sinfully curved line of her hips, the sheer fabric sinking between her thick thighs and hugging the plump lips of her puffy cameltoe, molding perfectly to every soft crease of her pussy.
Her breasts, the perfect size to completely fill a man’s hands, lay entirely bare, large and round like ripe melons. They rose and fell gently with each slow breath, their pink nipples pointing toward the ceiling, stiffened by the cool morning breeze slipping in through the window.
"Ugh..."
She groaned softly, burying her face in the sheets, as if she could somehow escape the day that was just beginning.
Her sleepy eyes drifted up to the bedroom ceiling.
This was a medieval world, but when she looked around, she had the strange sensation of being back on Earth, in a comfortable upper-middle-class home.
There were no TVs, cell phones, or Wi-Fi, of course, but in essence—in the quality of the soft mattress beneath her, the silky smoothness of the sheets, the gentle scent that filled the room—everything felt strangely familiar.
There was even a heating and AC system.
Sleeping in the world of Estria had been a little strange at first, but after renting a tavern for one night and staying there, she’d realized that the quality of her sleep was incredible—far superior to that on Earth!
She suffered from chronic insomnia and often needed prescription medication to sleep, but here? All of that was gone.
Her sleep was perfect.
"Hmm... too bad it was so expensive," she grumbled.
Generally, houses in Goldenveil were available for ordinary people to buy at a very low price, and were provided free of charge to those who had nowhere to live.
Since she was a player, however, she had to pay: ten thousand gold coins.
That was an absurd amount—five hundred thousand US dollars for a house inside a game, considering the ideal exchange rate on the black market for gold coins.
She could buy a truly gigantic mansion with that!
She had never talked much about her guild with her father, because she knew he was a controlling man, and that if she asked for his help, he would want a share of the guild’s control for himself.
When she by chance mentioned her desire to buy that house during a dinner with him, however, to her surprise, her father hadn’t hesitated for even a moment.
Not only did he give her access to a cryptocurrency wallet containing the equivalent of thirty million dollars in funds—a colossal sum even for her family, since much of their wealth wasn’t liquid—but he also offered numerous words of encouragement and even suggested hiring professional players to accompany her in the game.
She declined, since she was happy enough with her current teammates.
Well... almost happy enough.
She turned over in bed, her dark eyes resting on a dress carefully laid out beside her—a gift she’d received from one of Ethan’s wives.
"Ahhh... how dare they sell me off like this to a game NPC?!"
She let out a high-pitched squeal, pulling a pillow tightly to her chest.
She hugged it against her bare breasts as she rolled from side to side in bed, letting out indignant little squeals that sounded like the furious protests of an adorable hamster.
In the end, she could only sigh.
"They’re lucky he’s hot..." she muttered under her breath.
And in the next instant, almost without realizing it, she let her thighs slowly part on the white sheets.
A delicate hand, at the end of a long, slender arm covered in jade-like skin, slid lazily downward into the warm space between her parted thighs.
A single, curious finger pressed against her panties, and she immediately sensed the moist heat that greeted her touch, warmth radiating through the thin cotton like a small, secret furnace.
The black fabric, already soaked through, yielded beneath the gentle pressure, molding itself to the plump contour of her puffy pussy as her finger sank slowly between the pale, swollen lips of her vulva.
She could feel the cushioned softness pulsing through the damp cotton, her tender folds parting shyly around the tip of her finger, embracing it through the fabric as if they wanted to draw it deeper inside.
A shiver rippled down her spine, curling through her belly, and she moaned softly, snatching her hand back as if she’d touched a hot coal.
"This is just a game..." she repeated to herself, her breath coming in short gasps. "Why the hell am I getting wet over a game? AAAAAAAAAH..."
"Uh... Ethan..." she whispered his name, almost without realizing it. "I wonder if he’d mind if I called him ’oppa’?"
The blush on her porcelain cheeks grew even deeper, and she buried her face in the pillow.
What was she even talking about, anyway?
They’d barely met!
Well... that NPC seemed to have a very high natural affinity toward her, but still...
She opened the player menu and scrolled to her friends list.
She thought about talking it over with some friends from high school, but in the end, remembering just how bitchy they were, she quickly abandoned the idea.
Sighing, she forced herself to get up, took a quick shower, and then stared at her reflection in the bedroom mirror, pulling the dress tight against her body.
It was a conservative, elegant, and beautiful design... she had to admit, but...
It wasn’t the kind of dress a woman should wear unless she were standing next to her husband.
***
While Seo-ah was getting ready for the ceremony, in the distance, another woman was also preparing herself.
She was mature, clearly, but not in a bad way.
She was similar to Elena and Ophelia; a high-quality wine, carefully aged.
She had fair skin and golden hair. As a wood elf, she was technically entirely different from the high elves, but at the same time, she belonged to the same race.
A high elf was, at its core, simply a wood elf with sufficiently pure blood.
Her blood was extremely pure, comparable to that of the Silver Wings paladins, who were essentially pseudo-high elves and, because of this, were completely immune to aging—unlike ordinary elves.
That woman wasn’t quite at that level, but she came very close.
Her eyes were a deep blue, and between her delicate fingers she held a small mirror she used to touch up her makeup.
Her other hand rested on breasts that, though not as exaggerated as Amelia’s, were still large enough to drown a man, her elegant fingers idly tracing the pale, smooth skin of her deep cleavage.
The road was extremely bumpy, and she preferred to keep her hand there to ensure that her generous pair didn’t come spilling free of her tight neckline with each violent jolt of the carriage.
"Hmm... I think this is appropriate for a young human lord."
She closed the mirror with a soft click, tucking it away into her spatial ring.
Obviously, for something so important—especially knowing that Ethan had many women and was likely an extremely lustful lord—she had decided to prepare herself to look as beautiful as possible.
"Countess Faelith, we’re almost there. But it seems there’s something strange... there’s a road here." A voice echoed from outside the luxurious carriage. "Did our scouts report anything like this?"
"Uh? Yes, they did."
Faelith nodded, leaning toward the carriage door and pulling back the curtains that shielded her privacy.
She immediately sensed the exact moment they left the bumpy trail—hastily cleared by the third-stage warriors escorting her—and entered something completely different.
It was as if she had stopped walking on a floor of broken glass and begun walking on a carpet of linen and silk, the most comfortable one imaginable.
The carriage stopped jostling entirely, gliding smoothly as if floating over the road.
She stuck her head out and admired the road stretching out before her, feeling the Mana in the air already surging, growing denser with every second they advanced.
Faelith opened her mouth, but no words came out.
They passed a small hill, and upon reaching its summit, she saw Goldenveil, no more than three kilometers away.
It was... beautiful.
The most beautiful city she had ever seen in her entire life, worthy of the architectural gems of the elves she had read about in the past.
The carriage came to a stop, and under the confused gaze of her subordinates, Faelith stepped out, her wide eyes falling upon the majestic tree that towered beside Ethan’s palace.
"That is... a Tree of Life."
She hadn’t even arrived in Goldenveil yet, but as an elf, she already felt the urge to kneel.