My Milf System-Chapter 118. Mnemomancy
Chapter 118: 118. Mnemomancy
Freya—the same woman Four Eyes bowed to like a damn princess back in Eldoria.
The one he called an S-rank Hunter.
A dark elf who somehow knew my name, even though I didn’t know who the hell she was.
"What are you doing here?" I whispered.
"I should ask you the same," she shot back, grabbing my arm. "But no time—get up, we’re leaving."
"Leaving?" I scowled. "Where the hell to?"
"I’m not letting you die here," she said, dead serious. "I’ve got lots of questions for you—questions about that demon who attacked the kingdom. Asher, I can’t just stand by and watch you get killed."
"Wait, what demon?"
She leaned in, her long, blue hair brushing against my face like silk.
"Don’t play dumb. We got to the scene late with Liloth and the others after the demon had disappeared, but I heard everything. Never underestimate an elf’s ears? They’re not long just for decoration," she hissed.
I blinked, trying to make sense of it. What exactly did she want from me?
"I’m sorry, but I’m not leaving until I finish breeding these elves and get the damn reward they promised."
She let out a cold chuckle. "Reward? You think they’ll hand you anything? Once they’re done milking you for seed, they’ll toss your body in a sack and bury you like a stray mutt. So, instead of lying here waiting to die, how about you come with me—and explain why that demon was thanking you."
Ah. So that’s what this was about. She must’ve overheard Berial thanking me back then when he attacked Eldoria. Hell, I also didn’t know why he said it. But clearly, Freya had it all twisted.
"Freya... the demon was—"
Footsteps on the bridge cut me off. They were heading straight into my room.
Freya dove under the blanket just as the door creaked open.
Thalindra stepped in, eyes narrow. "I heard voices. Who were you talking to?"
"Seriously? Is this how guests are treated in this damn fortress? You don’t knock?"
She scoffed. "Guests? Don’t flatter yourself. You’re a good fuck, but you’re still just a tool for crossbreeding. Don’t forget your place."
"Fine, fine. Sleep talking. I do it a lot," I muttered.
Thank gods the room was dark—she didn’t notice Freya pressed up against me under the blanket.
Thalindra sneered. "I’m watching you, human. Try anything, and I’ll lop your head off."
She slammed the door on her way out.
I let out a quiet breath as Freya slipped back out from hiding.
"You should leave," I whispered.
"Not without you," she whispered back.
Stubborn woman.
"Alright, look. Like you said—elf ears. So let’s not keep talking here or Thalindra will hear us. Tomorrow, I’ll answer every damn question you’ve got."
Her stomach growled, probably from hunger.
"I can’t stay in the forest, hiding anymore," she murmured. "I need to return to Eldoria."
"You’re an elf. Aren’t you from here?"
She nodded. "I am. But a lot happened. I can’t let them see me, and l doubt theyd also like to see me. Just—come with me, Asher."
I could tell she wasn’t leaving without me. But if we dragged this out any longer, Thalindra would catch on.
"Okay," I said finally, standing and summoning a Dimensional Door. "Get inside. There’s a town on the other side of this door. The people who live there are mine. If you tell them I sent you—they’ll take care of you and provide food for you as well."
Before she could argue, I grabbed her hand and shoved her through as the door snapped shut.
Right then, the door to my room slammed open again and Thalindra walked in.
"Now what?!" I groaned.
"I heard a woman’s voice!" She stormed in, searching everywhere—under the bed, the corners—came up with nothing. She gave me a look like she still didn’t buy it, then left with a growl.
I dropped onto the bed, drained.
The morning came with drums pounding outside.
Groggy, I stretched and shuffled out—rocking my morning boner, of course—to see what the hell was going on.
The elves were at it again. Naked. Drumming. Dancing. Probably some ritual. Who the hell knew? ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm
Well, I had some energy to burn. Fucked ten more of them before breakfast.
Even while I was balls-deep, my mind kept flashing back to Freya’s words. How she said they’d discard me the moment I was no longer useful. And that they wouldn’t give me the reward they promised.
She might be right.
I wasn’t stupid. These warrior women were way out of my league in a fight. They shredded through my shield like it was paper.
Still, I had to play my part. Once enough of them got pregnant and they refused to hand over the necklace I came for, I’d bounce back to my realm and bring in Rin, maybe Rose too. If it’s the fight they want, then we’ll fight to the death.
And I’m sure Rin would ho all out if l gave her the permission to, and massacre every last one of them. I had no doubt.
After my "morning routine," I decided to explore their kingdom—starting with the library.
Elaris granted me permission to check it out, and holy shit—
The library was insane. It was filled with shelves of books in ancient script. Not just any script—the language of spirits.
Evelyn once told me that the so-called "ancient language" is actually spiritual in origin. And thinking back, at the first time the elves captured me, they spoke this language with each other fluently.
Which means they actually know a lot of ancient spells.
No wonder they’re such badasses.
Suddenly, this trip wasn’t just about screwing fifty elves and getting them pregnant.
It was starting to come with bonuses.
Now, I was genuinely hooked.
If l learned the spirit language, it’d mean I’ll get to learn more ancient spells. More power.
And I was ready to learn every damn thing I could.
This was just getting good.
As I browsed through the pages—which thank God, had a translation to a language I could understand—one ancient spell caught my eye.
Mnemomancy.
A forbidden art that taps into the spirits of memories, granting the power to erase, alter, or even more cunningly—watch someone’s memories as if viewing them on a screen.
I was exhilarated. If I could master this spell... maybe I could erase all of Freya’s memories—of me associated with any demons!
TBC