Chapter 310 - 023: female slave, Queen
Chapter 310: 023: female slave, Queen
Lynch had more or less figured it out—there seemed to be some sort of misunderstanding between himself and this Princess.
The other party appeared to have mistaken him for one of those psychopathic, evil Wizards—someone who didn’t even see women as human beings?
This…
Lynch couldn’t fathom how such a misunderstanding had arisen, but the fact that she had already defined him in this way and yet was still willing to come to him, even presenting herself in such a debasing manner, clearly meant she had mentally prepared herself, accepting her role as a female slave.
“That’s not necessary!”
“I’m not some man-eating Demon.”
Lynch had no idea how a Princess of such stature had convinced herself to abandon her dignity and degrade herself so utterly. Princess and slave—two extremes separated by a chasm of identity. How had she managed to reconcile this perception?
In any case, he had no such proclivities. There was no need to insist on equal treatment—so long as they could cooperate normally, that would suffice.
At most, all he required was to study her Elf bloodline, possibly involving a few experiments. But they wouldn’t be the kinds of twisted experiments favored by Black Wizards; at most, it would be the collection of some cellular tissue or blood samples.
None of it required her to surrender her humanity or participate as a slave. Normal cooperation would be entirely adequate.
…..
Soon after, Karina stepped out of the room.
At this moment, her fair skin was tinged with a deep crimson, red to the point that it seemed it might bleed. Her beautiful, wide eyes brimmed with a complex array of emotions.
I really…
Thinking back to the way she’d misunderstood him as some sort of perverted maniac, Karina felt like she wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear.
She had assumed he sought to trample her dignity and personhood, that his desire was for a toy-like female slave. But in reality, he had no such expectations.
Though he later asked her to assist with some experiments, all it required was for her to lift her arms, move her legs, and provide a bit of saliva and blood; the entire process was conducted with decorum and without any boundary-crossing behavior.
And yet, she had taken it upon herself to act pathetically in front of him, wagging her metaphorical tail like a begging dog, calling him “Master” again and again. It was just… Karina wished she could find a hole in the ground to bury herself in.
But…
Why did it feel…
Feel…
Why did it somehow feel not so terrible?
Yes,
Perhaps it was because the pressure was lifted?
As someone born into a legitimate Royal bloodline, from a young age, she had been indoctrinated with ideas of elegance, nobility, and maintaining her composure. “Never bow your head, or the crown will fall.”
Those around her always spoke in grand terms—reviving the family, restoring the former glory of Greenst, ending the chaos on this land, bringing peace and order, and shouldering the hopes of countless subjects.
She was educated to see herself as an elevated ruler, perpetually distant from everyone else. Even the closest maid by her side wasn’t permitted to look her directly in the eye.
This kind of upbringing had indeed instilled her with a noble aura, making her a lofty figure admired by all.
But it also left her with an enormous burden of pressure.
She was also, after all, a normal young woman. She longed to act coy around others, to be playful, to feel close enough to someone to embrace them, to have her hair and cheeks stroked. She had her own natural emotional and physical needs.
These desires had always been forcibly suppressed deep inside her because of her responsibilities and status, unable to manifest.
But as the saying goes, the greater the pressure, the greater the rebound.
When someone finally appeared in front of her, allowing her to cast off her burdens without reservation and shrug off the heavy weight on her shoulders, she naturally felt a sense of relief and ease. She instinctively let herself relax.
All the things she couldn’t allow herself to do because of her identity could now be released.
And the greater the pressure, the stronger the release.
This was why, instead of mentally collapsing after being forced to assume the role of a female slave despite her noble status as a Princess, she had felt an unexplainable sense of relief.
It was as if she had stumbled onto a deserted beach, stripped down, and taken a nap in the warm seawater—a sense of total exhaustion washed away by the comforting waves.
Shaking her head, Karina dismissed the chaotic thoughts swirling in her mind. No matter what, the problem that had troubled her was now resolved. The Master Wizard had already promised her that he would help eliminate her encircling enemies. White Bay Territory was saved. Her people were saved.
Shaking her head again, Karina pushed away her errant thoughts. Whatever the case, the problem that had been plaguing her was finally resolved. The Master Wizard had promised to help her eliminate her surrounding enemies. White Bay Territory was saved. Her people were saved.
And…
“From today forward, you are the Queen of Orendale.”
The Wizard had told her this.
“Queen…”
If someone had said this to her in the past, she probably would have merely laughed. She couldn’t even fully control the tiny White Bay Territory, let alone the entirety of Orendale.
But now, it was a promise made by a Wizard…
Karina felt her heart race.
“Master…”
As hopes for her noble self soared, the awareness of her lowly self once again filled her mind. The image of herself wagging her tail and begging before Lynch continued to assault her thoughts and body, pulling her from one extreme to the other.
…
A few days later, Greywell issued a public declaration, announcing that Feiyan City would recognize Karina Greenst as the legitimate heir to the throne of Orendale and swear allegiance to her.
Thus, the issue of White Bay Territory was swiftly resolved.
During this time, news of the upheavals in Feiyan City had spread to the surrounding territories through various channels. Neighboring lands were well aware that Greywell had gained the support of a Wizard and defeated Lucien and the Wizard backing him.
On the same evening that Greywell’s declaration was made, the noble forces encircling White Bay Territory withdrew their armies and immediately sent letters of reconciliation to both White Bay Territory and Feiyan City. A war was thus averted.
This was the power of a Wizard.
In a world where absolute strength resided within individuals, no matter how intricately humans arranged their armies or devised strategies, the ultimate decider of victory was still the transcendent power behind them.
Of course,
This didn’t mean humans were completely useless. After all, no matter how powerful a Wizard became or how much land they conquered, the actual governance, development, and exploitation of those lands still depended on ordinary humans. For a Wizard Organization to grow and flourish, it needed fresh blood provided by humanity.
No matter how mighty a Wizard Organization was, it was ultimately composed of individual members.
It was just that, on a battlefield where unrestricted magic and freedom reigned, the role humans could play was limited. Their battlegrounds lay elsewhere—in population, economy, trade, and the development of Witch Domains and civilizations. These were humanity’s arenas.
And yet, even in these areas, much was still deeply influenced by Wizards and magic.
After all,
this was the age of magic.