Ghoul King's Harem

Chapter 198: Stubborn Dwarf, 

The familiar forsaken village had changed beyond his memories—

the people who used to sing and dance were packing up, boarding their homes and sharpening weapons and tools.

It was a dreary and dark place with their eyes filled with black rings, and the former vibrance began to fade.

Alexander thought these people had survived many such apocalypses, yet, this time—it felt different. The huge crystal in the centre of the village was filled with huge cracks, now closed off by several well-armoured guards.

People shouted to get rid of their things and earn as much coin as possible before dashing into the church and other places to buy whatever they could.

"What's going on?" Alexander asked, seeing the horrible state where even the main part of the village seemed like a desolate slum.

"Everyone is sad~ do they need meat?" Maria asked while holding Althea's hand and swinging it as the two began skipping around the village, bringing the little light and warmth their adorable atmosphere could.

"Stella, you should go to McAlister. He always dotes on you! I will head to the church and find Paolo," Alexander ordered with a concerned look—something about this felt off, and he hoped that it didn't mean something bad for them as he walked towards the church, now filled with people shouting and throwing things at the windows. "But it's not like I ever get a break, right?"

Alexander moved on his own to find Ayumi and Kaliara standing, protecting the various priestesses and the dark elf nun protecting the church doors from the angry group of people visiting there to pray each day normally.

"Tell us!" A man shouted, "Why does our god no longer accept prayers!?"

"Have we been deserted by them?"

"How can those selfish bastards vanish when the end is upon us?"

"Why are they not teleporting us to the next world!"

"Answer us!"

"ANSWER!"

The people seemed to get more riled up as their jeers slowly and shouts increased, while the beautiful dark elf's face was pale, filled with despair, and her eyes were dull...

'What's going on?!' He thought, approaching, his arms pushing the crowd out of his way as they began to hurl sticks and stones towards the doors, but some would miss and almost hit the priestesses protected by the blades of both Kaliara and Ayumi.

Alexander quickly dashed forward before unsheathing his nodachi and slashing the air with such force it sent every last thrown projectile back to their thrower, smashing their faces as the wind blast that followed his blade sent them stumbling backwards.

"Stand back—you dare cause trouble here? Have you forgotten all the church and Kayne has done for you!?" Alex didn't know why he was so angry, but seeing the broken statue of the old man in the front yard, dirty marks all over him, caused his head to boil.

He pointed the tip of his blade, both the spirits of Katrin and Venri resonating through his mind. "If you don't disperse, I will kill every last of you!"

The villagers looked at him with fear, a power that surpassed even that witch from the guild, causing them to tremble and scatter away—looking back at Alexander with menacing eyes.

However, they didn't notice the cute girls with white hair skipping along also saw this look before nodding to each other, following the ones that showed that look with eerie smiles.

"Ayumi, Kaliara, what happened here?"

He turned around to face his cute Vesta, noticing that many cuts and bruises appeared on the hands of Ayumi as he reached out and began to stroke them; the Eastern beauty didn't resist, rather she smiled to herself, feeling his powerful fingers gently massage the bruises causing an aching pleasure to fill her body.

"Master..."

{Master~}

As Kaliara was about to speak, the beautiful dark elf nun and her followers stepped forward with their hoods low—many also had bruised faces and cuts everywhere. It was like the entire village went mad.

"Apologies, you disliked being close to men. Shall I take a step back?" Alexander said with a soft voice so as not to upset the women—both Kayne and McAlister told him of the sad fate of these women and why the church was made to protect them.

"T-that...." seeing the man she branded as evil and a man respectfully backing away caused her to feel terrible, remembering the bishop's words and the words of their fallen god Kayne. She now realised her judgment may have been too biased.

"It's... thank you very much." Instead of making his efforts seem wasted, she gave a light bow in response, removing her hood.

Alexander was shocked because she looked so much like the princess of the Denmar that he was sure it was not a coincidence...

"A Denmar..."

"Eh? You know of my people?" The nun was shocked as she thought nobody could know that name after their tribe was wiped out. She fell into a strange crystal and awoke in the Frosaken Village. "Can you tell me how?"

"Of course," He smiled before clearing his throat. "I met a princess and quite a large army of them inside a dark forest north of a village in Sarian. The world that the goddess Saphira rules."

"Pray to tell.... the princess's name..." Asked the nun with a highly anxious face filled with anticipation, her body even stepping forward to grasp the hand of Alexander, her beautiful skin like the bark of the world tree, with shining golden eyes filled with small shimmering flecks like miniature stars. "Are they well?"

'I do not know how they are now, but that girl is waiting for my return...' Alex thought about the cute princess that started as a bitter enemy and clutched the soft hands of the dark elf nun.

"Her name was Lis'trea, but she told me not to accentuate it and call her Listrea... a feisty girl who tried to kill me at first..." He smiled warmly as the dark elf nun's ears flopped, her lips trembling with tears filling her eyes and a smile, as bitter and twisted as it seemed, but it was the limit she could do.

"Is Listrea well? Did she look energetic? How about a slightly stoic maid that must have been with her.. sometimes beating her when she acted stupid..."

As the maid began to speak, the other's seemed to take a step back, subconsciously giving the pair some room, while Alexander, although knowing she didn't like being close to males, couldn't help but comfort her just like he would any other elf or Vesta that needed it.

He then remembered when fighting Listrea, she would speak about a big sister, stronger than anyone, that would beat him up for spanking her and looking at her naked body before marriage...

Alex looked at the crying elf, stroking her soft hair with his fingers gliding through the glossy strands, "Are you Fei'lan?"

***

Meanwhile...

"Lassie, I will not leave! This place is my home! I've got people to protect and serve... if my tools can save them. I cannae well leave now, can I ?" With his moody face, McAlister shouted before hammering the anvil some more, a slight tinge of a smile on his cheeks.

"Old man! This place is strange—why are people leaving in droves, and what is with everyone being so gloomy!"

"Ack! Lassie, go find yer husband. It's not a safe place to be..."

"No! Hmph! Stupid Old man, I'll break your damn anvil!" Stella threatened as the dwarf blacksmith raised his hammer, stopping momentarily and feeling her magic building up.

"Ay ay ay! Lassie... come on.... we can talk about it! A man's anvil is like his wife!"

"Hmph! Stupid! My beloved husband came here for you! You are all, "Waa Waa, I am a stupid old dwarf, I cannae do this, cannae do that!"

"What CANNAE you do then!"

Old man McAlister felt like he met his match... this girl was too much like his lost daughter and caused his heart and mind to clash before he finally dropped his hammer, a slight tear in his eyes.

"Lassie... if you are willing to let me call ye, daughter, maybe I will accept." He didn't even realise what he said at first before a look of shock came to both of them before Stelle pointed at him with a righteous face.

"Stupid old man! The only person who can sleep with my mother is my husband! You can be my uncle, Bleeh! Not my father!"

"Hahahaha...." Watching her childish response and the fucked up idea of letting her husband sleep with her mother made McAlister wake up slightly, although she was not his daughter... He didn't feel too bad becoming an uncle to a girl that was just as cute.

"Awrite... you win. I'll tell you what happened, but where's your hapless man? I've finished all the swords and items he asked for... Here, he even asked to make this for you."

A silver ring danced through the air as McAlister tossed it towards her before it landed on her palm, slightly warm to the touch with engravings in the old demonic language used by the succubi...

It roughly translated to.

- "In your ethereal touch, I find rapture's embrace, a mere ghoul king seduced by your mesmerising grace."

Then on the inside, more was carved with slightly messier handwriting.

-"My beloved Wife. I pray we remain connected for eternity with these rings."

She looked at McAlister, who was grinning like an old man watching his daughter happily married.

"These rings lassie... He carved out part of his heart into each one so that if you ever got separated, use a little magic and you can see his location or use more and teleport to his location twice a day."

"Eh.... darling made this... the inner inscription?"

"Aye~ the laddie did it when he returned last time—look at the messy handwriting... but I could feel his passion and emotions."

"Only a few of these rings exist..." McAlister showed her the silver box and opened each one with a different colour gemstone, her hair was red like her hair, but there was a blue one, green one, orange one...

Around 12 of the special ones, then another set of more than 200, solid silver set, but had a standard message...

'Bastard... All those girls will become crazier about you with these!' Stella's heart screamed.