EFB Chapter 209 - 183: Identity
Chapter 209 - 183: Identity
Chapter 209: Chapter 183: IdentityDespite the artificial relic tomb blocking out most of the light coming from outside, Arnold could tell it was night-time judging by the dim light shining from the thick layers of ice above.
The west wing was silent since everyone was busy doing repairs in the eastern side of the palace.
Most of the lights were turned off.
Arnold came to the room he woke up in earlier today.
The door was open and there were a few candles burning in the room which illuminated a figure standing by the window.
Arnold looked at the figure from the door.
'What's that smell?' he could smell a thick iron stench drifting around the room.
"Rafaela?" ignoring the smell, he called out to the person.
He was certain it was her given the elf ears. It's just that her hair looked different. It was now a greenish blonde color.
What caused this, thought Arnold.
Rafaela didn't respond, only continued looking out the window.
Arnold entered the room.
Why was Rafaela barefoot and wearing a sleeping gown? Did she come to his room to talk to him about something before going to sleep?
She only opened her mouth once Arnold stood a few metres away from her.
"—I found out the truth. I know where I came from. It's just like you said before."
She turned her head to look at him. Her hair was messily let loose on her shoulders and her gown was slightly open at the top, revealing the nightdress underneath.
Why was she showing such a defenceless state to Arnold?
No, the bigger question is: Why is she here?
"The god met earlier today, Ladiath showed me," she turned her body and faced him and with a downcast gaze she spoke, "I saw where I was born, who my family were, what my life could've been like had things been different..."
"....."
"I was born in a regular kingdom where all races could live in harmony, even elves could build settlements around the humans. We traded our goods with the humans and even built alliances with them. The land prospered because of the peace that had remained between the people for decades. One day someone came to that land. It was... a demon lord. Ekterina Foruthflame."
"....?"
Arsnoria's second strongest commander, thought Arnold.
"Wielding a Star Artifact, she said 'By order of the Monarch Watcher - Watcher of the Slumbering King: If you won't submit to the Supreme Ruler of all evil who has yet to be born, then you will have to die just like the others who stood with Hero Promethius' - before slamming the artifact down. A magic circle appeared in the sky after that. It expanded as the days went on with no signs of it stopping. A great number of disasters hit the people. First it was a single district, then it was a city, soon the entire kingdom was covered by the magic circle, with disasters happening only in its shadow while those outside the circle's range could only helplessly watch. There were countless earthquakes, hurricanes and storms. Miraculously, many still survived, including the Wood Elves that had a village near where it all happened so one cannot truly say that everything was destroyed. I saw my younger self in that village. A few days after the devastation that took place, the elders had a meeting. The contents are unknown to me but I overheard them say something about a ritual."
Rafaela chewed on her lower lip.
"The disasters would soon reach that village. The elders found a possible solution to destroying the magic circle for good. The World Tree's roots couldn't stretch as far as our lands so my people weren't capable of harnessing the power of magic as well as humans or the power of spirits as well as our cousins beyond the sea of mountains."
'Beyond the sea of mountains...'
"They resorted to using Great Ritual Runes to vanquish the magic circle in the sky."
"Ritual runes require sacrifices..."
There was another problem with using these great runes.
Most of them don't work even after you offer a sacrifice.
"Yes." Rafaela lowered her head, "There were indeed sacrifices. They needed sacrifices with innocent and young souls. The elders gathered up the children of the village. Each of us stood in a crudely-drawn rune circle that looked at if it was drawn with blood."
"....."
"They prayed to some god as they slaughtered children to form the complete Runic Incantation. Every child. Every scream. Every cry for help. It all amounted to a Rune Letter. They needed 26 sacrifices to complete the Great Rune formula."
"....."
"I stood beside them as I watched the children I used to play with, laugh with, as they were killed by their parents."
In dark arts sacrifices it's customary for the one who's going to be sacrificed to be killed by a relative. This is the same in Great Rune Rituals, a banned practice that is punishable by execution if found using it.
All nations banned this ritual after the great war.
One might ask: How did it all start?
Well, it started with religion.
"I stood beside my younger self as my mother kept telling her how much she loves her. I sat there—empty eyed—as she withdrew the ritual blade. My father held down my head. I was the only child who didn't cry for them to stop that day. I watched that child's head roll over to my feet. Her empty eyes stared into my own as she asked 'Why didn't you help me'?"
"...You died? But how are you... here then?"
"I wonder that myself – how that's possible. I was kneeling below the throne of the god I served when my eyes opened for the first time after I drifted in darkness. My master was standing beside his throne with a warm smile on her face, as if she didn't witness my gruesome death. The two of them welcomed me. 'Rafaela, welcome. From today onwards you serve me as an angel' he said. Was that my real name? Or did they just give me a new name and lock away my memories?"
'So, this Sky God erased her memories after he revived her.'
Thinking about, it made sense why he did that.
Who would want to continue living on knowing how they died the first time?
Arnold looked closer at Rafaela's face in the light of the candle.
Her eyes looked dead, as if she was staring into empty space.
"...Do you want to go back? Do you want to continue serving the Sky God?"
Arnold asked.
Rafaela looked up at him silently.
"If your master knows the truth and intentionally kept it from you... Would you forgive her?"
She could only remember bits and pieces of where she was from judging by one of the conversations they had before:
A sea mountains that stretched from one shoreline to the next, mountains so high that they pierced the clouds.
This was the exact description given to the Culb Mountains when Luke ventured into them in
He was careful not to put it inside immediately.
Rafaela was still dry so it would hurt her instead if he rushed things. Arnold fiddled with the bandage and managed to free her breasts. Her breasts were small enough to squeeze through.
Arnold licked one of her puffy inverted nipples. Rafaela stroked his hair.
Arnold managed to free one nipple. He twirled his tongue around her areola before taking the entire thing in his mouth and sucking it hard.
A popping sound echoed. Rafaela raised her hips and grinded against his member which he hadn't stopped rubbing against her flower.
"Hn... Nh..."
Arnold moved his head down her body until he was right in front of her flower.
Her petals showed themselves as steam rose from her flower. The hole behind her petals convulsed and pumped out her love nectar.
Arnold used two fingers to spread them apart.
Pink and beautiful. Staring into her deepest and darkest place had a strange charm and beauty to it.
"W-What are you doing...?" Rafaela asked breathlessly.
He could feel how tense she was. Her body was trembling slightly, unsure of what awaits when Arnold inserts his member.
"Relax. Just leave everything to me."
He could immediately feel her body relax. She closed her eyes and laid her head onto the pillow.
"...Okay... Hk!?" Her tiny affirmation turned into a surprised shriek when Arnold shoved his tongue into her.
Her body jerked up due to his sudden action.
"Ah... ah..." Rafaela moaned softly as Arnold moved his tongue inside her like a slithering snake.
Arnold poked one finger inside and began scraping her flesh outwards. Her body jerked again.
"Hyaaahnn..."
Arnold could hear a long sigh when he pulled his fingers out.
He grabbed his shirt and wiped his face with it.
After covering himself with her natural lube, he gazed into her eyes and said:
"Here I go."
"Nnn!!!"
His member slowly expanded her inner walls.
Blood stained the sheets and his shaft when he broke the thin film inside Rafaela, forever ridding her of her purity.
"W-Wait, hold on..." she put her hands on his chest to stop for a moment.
Rafaela and Arnold stared into each other's eyes. He could feel her sweet breath blowing into his face.
Rafaela took a few deep breaths before nodding and clutching the sheets.
Arnold began moving again, this time a little harder and faster.
Her sweet moans and those convulsing walls of hers made him shudder and grunt.
Feeling a fire burn inside his heart, he pounded her faster.
Rafaela just lay there and took it all while groaning in pain which eventually turned into moans of pleasure.
It got even more intense when Arnold turned her on her stomach and lifted her butt.
Soon the sounds of skin slapping skin resounded in the small bedroom just a few doors away from the former owner's bedroom.
Groans and sweet moans could be heard down the hallway. Any passer-by would know what these moans are.
'Hmm, it feels like I'm forgetting something...'
Arnold had that fleeting thought as he thrust in and out of Rafaela.
Deciding that it wasn't as important as "comforting" the beauty under him, he decided to let it go.
Arnold recovered his strength by resting over the course of five days, among other things...