Chapter 10

Siwang arrived in Leo’s council room with everyone else. He had been summoned to his friend’s meeting. Something had happened today. Guang, Siwang’s lampetia companion, and all of his choirs had felt something.

Siwang wasn’t sure what it was, but he had a feeling this council was behind it.

Siwang sat down with his three companions at the table. Leo’s companions dominated. He had twelve monster girls plus a collection of companions from other builders. Even the ambassadors like Usiku were present at the meeting, summoned from Sharithin.

Did something happen with the dwarves? wondered Siwang. He knew that Leo had gone to meet with them today to finish the negotiations, or so the rumor buzzed.

His monster girls gossiped with Leo’s. They even met up at the boundaries of their two dungeons to have orgies. Siwang would love to watch that. He would never touch one of Leo’s monster girls—not that they would let him—just as Leo would never touch his.

That just wasn’t done. He might be Leo’s vassal, but there were limits.

Halia was here, of course, as were Kassie, Fara, and some of the adventurers Leo was gathering. Plus Mayor Bevlin representing the Astovinians.

It was a major meeting.

“Leo,” Siwang said when Leo entered last. He could move people around with his Void Crystal in his dungeon, Siwang included, but he couldn’t move himself. “Did something happen today at the Light Shrine?”

Leo shot Siwang a questioning look. “How did you know?”

“A guess,” said Siwang. “All my Light monster girls felt something tingling, and you were at the dwarves, right? The Light Shrine by them.”

“Well, the dwarves were yesterday,” Leo said.

So I’m a day behind on the rumors, Siwang thought.

“But that’s why we’re here.” Leo frowned. “I wonder if any of the other dungeon builders’ Light monster girls felt what happened, or if only yours did since you got your power from the Shrine itself.”

“I felt it,” said Ljosa, Leo’s lampetia companion. She and Guang looked a lot alike, both made of shining light with blue eyes and hair that looked like sunbeams piercing through clouds. “All of Leo’s Light monster girls really felt it.”

“But we made some great progress on toward achieving the goal of why we are here,” Leo said, smiling at Siwang. “We have done something that has never been done before. Something unprecedented in the history of this world.”

“Or so we think,” Fara said, the elf staring down at her papers. “We don’t know what happened to all the Blades.”

“It’s never been done before,” Leo said. “I got that distinct impression from her.”

From who? wondered Siwang.

“Lord Leo, what is this miracle?” asked the mayor.

“So naughty,” squealed Garnet. “Dark Lord Big Bro is awesome! He has conquered the Light!”

“And cuckolded it,” added Morana. The pale-faced banshee quivered in excitement. “The Dark Lord’s reach grows ever stronger.”

“Yeah, but what really did happen?” asked Akiz, a dwarven adventurer. “Not the coal dust those two are farting.”

“It’s unprecedented because it required a hero and a dungeon builder to work together,” Halia said. “The Shrine was meant to combine with my Blessed Blade. The Goddesses are slaves to the Gods, and we have to save them, too. That is how we protect the Incarnation.”

Siwang listened as Halia explained what happened after she thrust her sword into the slot in the Light Shrine and freeing Lady Sherida. Awe fell on him as he stared at his friend. He fucked a Goddess? A smile spread on Siwang’s lips. His friend was amazing. He felt like giving him a high-five. Maybe if they weren’t at such a serious council, he would have.

But he refrained himself.

Instead, he asked, “So what happened to the other swords?”

Everyone looked to Fara. The elf sat there unperturbed. Her ears twitched and her breasts rose and fell as she met their gazes. She rose, clad only in her black hair that fell all the way to her butt-cheeks, unconcerned that men other than Leo could see her.

“They have all been lost,” said Fara. “When the dungeon builders first appeared over four thousand years ago, the Gods came to us. They created twelve swords, the Blessed Blades, and gave them each to a champion from the four races. The Chosen Bloodlines would be charged with slaying the dungeon builders and keeping the world safe.”

“It’s so evil of those gods,” Nina Naughty hissed. The devil slapped her hand down on the table. “See, they gave the very thing the dungeon builders need to their enemies. They tell all the world the builders are evil, give them these keys, and tell them to kill the dungeon builders with them. And if a hero dies, well, the sword just teleports onto the next in his bloodline. That’s fucked up. No dungeon builder can ever get their hands on a sword. Not without convincing the hero to help them. They’re set up to be adversaries so what happened today should never have happened.”

“But it did,” Siwang said, his respect for Lord Leo swelling.

Leo squirmed beneath the attention. “I just did the right thing. That’s all.”

“Okay, okay,” said Ms. Trueno, if the swords always return to the next in the bloodline, how can they ever be lost?”

“Bloodlines die out,” said Mrs. Baldwin. Leo’s mother glanced at Fara. The dryad arched a green eyebrow. “That’s what happened.”

“Yes. The heroes died with no heirs for whatever reason. They never had children, or their children died before their time. Over four thousand years, the swords were lost one after the other. The first was three thousand years ago when Naz Nightslayer was killed by the Metalborn, losing the Blessed Blade of Dark. And the most recent was the Blessed Blade of Metal, lost fifty years ago when Kagzi died defending the city of Kelias when it was razed by Fuegin.”

Halia growled through clenched teeth, her hand clamping tight.

“So does Fuegin have the Metal blade?” asked Leo. “Did Kagzi’s weapon just drop to the ground where she died? Is it in his dungeon?”

“We know swords teleport away on the hero’s death,” said Fara. “Even the swords of heroes with no heirs. You see, not all died to dungeon builders. The Blessed Blade of Ice was lost when Mil-Shaz’s ship sank in Torkan Strait on her way to fight the Volcano about twenty-five hundred years ago. The Blessed Blade of Water vanished with Kaliaminirianaia in the Great Spinel Mountains. She was returning home after defeating the Mountain. No one knows what happened to her.”

“That doesn’t prove anything,” said Ms. Trueno. “Those swords could be at the bottom of the ocean or in those mountains just lying lost.”

“Ah,” Fara said, “you did not let me finish. We do have accounts of what happened when Makarza died of old age. She had many attendants with her, and when she passed, they all swore the Blessed Blade of Earth vanished with her, but she had no children who had survived. They and her grandchildren were killed in a plague.”

“Great,” Leo muttered. “Where did the sword go?”

“On that, there is a great deal of speculation,” said Fara. “No one has ever appeared wielding the Blessed Blade of Earth in the twelve hundred years since Makarza died of old age, and while several dungeon builders killed wielders of the sword, with the exception of Fuegin, they were all eventually killed and their dungeons looted. So, I think, we can safely assume that the other Blessed Blades did not fall in the hands of dungeon builders or they would have been found.”

“That didn’t answer my question,” Leo said. Strain crossed his face.

Pity rose in Siwang. Leo had taken this task on him. He wanted to see it completed, but he had no idea where to look. Where these swords could be.

“Well, the leading theory is that the priests of the various Gods have the swords,” said Fara. “It is believed that since the Gods had entrusted these swords to various bloodlines, the swords must have returned to the gods or to their moral representatives. Perhaps they are hidden somewhere for the day they will be needed. When new bloodlines can be chosen. Perhaps not.”

“So ... hidden with priests,” said Leo.

“Well, where would they keep them?” Siwang asked. “How many temples are there?”

“Thousands.” Fara stared at him. “Even Astovin had a temple, albeit a small one. Odds are, they would be kept in important temples. Like one in a city that the Lord of Water had personally tamed a dragon and charged her with protecting the leaders of that city.”

Everyone turned to look at Agubnamus, the blue-scaled dragon who sat beside Isatu.

“It is my theory that is why she was bound to the royal family of Myrecilla, a city that is considered blessed by the Lord and Lady of Water and with a grand temple to them located in the city.”

Siwang found himself in breathless anticipation as Agubnamus stared at them all. The dragon rose, her blue wings folded behind her. White hair spilled around her mature face. She turned her gaze to Lord Leo.

“I’m sorry, my Lord, but I do not know what is in the Temple of Water,” she said. “I was bound to King Thanitis and before him his father, his grandfather, his great-grandfather, and to other dynasties. I have passed along with the throne.”

“It was a good theory,” said Leo, “but why wouldn’t they charge her to protect the temple and not the rulers.”

“Who guards the city?” Fara said. “The king. Their authority is derived from the temple, though. They are crowned in the Temple of Water, isn’t that correct?”

“Yes,” said Agubnamus. “But I never saw the secrets of it. However, you do have access to the High Priestess of the temple. She’s in King Thanitis’s retinue. If anyone knows for certain, it is Priestess Lysila.”

“So we have to seduce that water chick,” Garnet said. “Neat! I’m on board!”

“Yep, we have to do it,” Crystal said. “Our dirty boy is going to have to get his dick into her pussy. There’s just no helping it. We’ll be cheering you on.”

“And licking her pussy clean once you’re done with her,” cooed Nina Naughty. “She did look hot. I like the idea of mixing fire and water.”

“Oh, I know,” said Maya. “Mmm, but is this really the time to be rubbing my pussy with your tail.”

“No,” said Nina Naughty. The porn star had a wicked grin on her face. Siwang had never had much inclination to masturbation as he lay sick in his chair, but he had a few times looked on the internet for porn.

He had seen Nina Naughty perform. Should I choose a porn star if I get another companion?

He felt a flush of shame at the hardening of his cock.

“Maybe Siwang should do the seducing,” said Leo.

“Me?” spluttered Siwang, shocked out of his thoughts. “What? Why me?”

Leo shrugged. “Thought you might enjoy it. I have a lot of things to do.”

“I have no idea how to seduce a girl!”

“Mmm, I don’t know,” Guang said, his lampetia putting her hand on his thigh. Her shining smile grew wicked. “You do know how to love us.”

“Well...” he floundered, his cheeks burning. Everyone was staring at him. “You’re my monster girl. It’s easy to do things with you. I know you all love me.”

“Yes, we do,” Xiongbu, his mother, purred. She put her hand on his other thigh and planted her lips on his. He shuddered as he made out with his mother. Her tongue slipped into his mouth as her hand rubbed up and down his leg.

He wanted to stop. This so wasn’t the place.

He broke the kiss and said, “This ... This is too important to be left to me, Leo. I don’t want to botch it.”

“You sure?”

Siwang nodded.

“Leo, you can do it,” Maya declared, her voice sounding a tad breathy. “Oh, yes, you can do!”

“Go, Leo, go!” Alizee cried. She jumped to her feet, the wind whipping around her body and swirling her white hair up above her as she thrust her right arm up. Then she did a high kick that flashed her pussy at everyone.

Siwang broke the kiss, pulled away by her limber enthusiasm, his cock so hard now.

“You can do it!” Alizee continued her cheer, bounding up and down. Several of the male adventurers, and the mayor, stared at her.

“You did seduce me from Mthunzi,” Usiku pointed out. The purple-skinned fomorian favored Leo with a smile.

“Yes!” growled Bjorni the bugbear. She pounded her hand down on the table. “You could seduce this priestess with ease.”

“Our dungeon builderssss were nothing compared to you, Massster,” hissed Paanee. The armless naga swayed from side to side, her boobs jiggling with her. “You’re a stud. Ssssweep her off her feet and fuck the bitchiness right out of her.”

“Yeah, she could use a good dicking,” agreed Terra. “She seems a tad uptight.”

“I agree,” Kassie said. The halfling mage, sitting next to the dwarven mage, stood on her chair. “You’re a stud! I know you can do it! You saved my people and made me so wet, I had sex with a human! I mean ... you’re so big!”

“So big,” said Nina Naughty with an arched grin.

“That’s not what I meant.” Kassie giggled. “Though he is hung like a halfling stud.”