A few moments later, a maid had entered the audience room, Jircniv was momentarily surprised but then with an oddly wry smile he began to speak.
"Maid, you can read, and write, correct?" Jircniv said resting his head on his loose fist, eyeing the maid with a close eye.
"Yes, my emperor." The maid gave a polite and serventile bow, maintaining a warm smile, yet it was clear there was something wrong with it. "I am honored you've called for me, is penmanship all you require of me, milord?"
"Yes, prepare a scroll, pen and ink. I'll inform you when it's time." Jircniv said with a slight smile showing he was lying… His eyes said what else he wanted. Then he spoke again. "Fluder, why did you call for her this time?"
"Milord, she is one of the best scribes in the castle. With her penmanship it will surely be penned with regal precision. Plus, she is the only one awake right now that wouldn't be questioned by the priests still waiting nearby." Fluder informed, while stroking his beard.
"I see, good of you to think ahead." Jircniv nodded, turning back to the maid who seemed a bit flushed by the honors she just received. "Alright, it is time, this will be my response to Re-Estize."
Jircniv went on a long and elaborate explanation, making sure to give everything he needed to. The scribe penned every word with every last pause on a separate piece of paper as was custom. This continued for 15 minutes when he finally gave his true answer.
"... I trust your information, and have independently verified it. However, you make claims of the goddess' return, I need proof of this. And I'll need proof that we can properly bury the aches and pains of endless wars. If the goddess has truly returned, ask her to help in this. I'm certain we can find a way to move past our turbulent relationship. I shall meet you in the Katze plains with the intentions laid out in this letter. I trust you understand why we are meeting there."
Jircniv stood, and stretched, his robe splitting to show his center body from top to bottom. Causing the maid to blush, and begin working faster.
"When you're done with the truncation, read it back to me, so I might hear your beautiful voice."
It didn't take much longer before the message was ready, wrapped, and sealed with Jircniv's wax seal. The maid prepared it for the messenger, and then wrote up a fake declaration of war to use as a cover.
"Hmm? What's this for?" The messenger asked, with a curious brow. "I haven't had much education, so please excuse me for asking this, if it's something I'm meant to know right away."
"It's a precautionary measure against those priests outside. They are heavily related to the theocracy. If they manage to see my real response to your king, there's a high chance they'll inform the Theocracy. This way, a fake declaration of war is easy to understand, the signature is mine, but the stamp is different. Thus it is not valid. Though only the king would be able to see the difference. Something our ancestors had long thought of in the event something like this happened… Now that I think of it, it might have been wisdom we received directly from the goddess." Jircniv explained.
"Milord, if you'd like I can research it, but I'm afraid this would have been done before I was born." Fluder explained.
"I see, I wonder, will I ever see that goddess? I've heard her beauty is perfect, no one could compare. Not even the elves… Speaking of, Fluder, as your emperor, I hereby order you to hunt down all of the slavers, free every elf you find. And kill any slavers who resist."
It was finally at that moment that a magical power formed. Fluder was first to sense it, and then the others did in turn. A small portal appeared, out of it first came a lone bare foot attached to a perfect leg loosely covered by beautifully bright cloth, then came the rest of the body, revealing a pair of exposed breasts, before finally her whole form, it was her, their goddess.
"It's good you said so, little Jircniv." Night Silver smiled. "I love children dearly, seeing them bound and chained is not a pleasant feeling." She shied away, shedding a tear. "When I went to help them, I was shooed away because they wanted to deal with the challenge on their own. Such bravery!" She added, with some more flare, then noticed that Jircniv was hard, really hard. "Oh? So you're still just a boy. Getting hard just from seeing breasts." She giggled. "It's cute, right my dear?" She smiled brightly at the maid with beaming eyes.
"EEP! GODDESS!" The maid shrieked, squirming with so many desires.
"Pfft, come here child, and give mama a hug and a kiss."
The maid had flipped and ran right over, throwing her arms around Night Silver, receiving a hug in return. For a few moments, the maid looked up, eyes trembling with emotion. Then she was besieged by tons of kisses all over her face, ending with a tender one on the lips.
"Mother Goddess, I've worshiped you my whole life, I-I-I c-c-can't begin to tell you what this means to me. To finally be seen, hugged, and kissed by you, I feel like I can do anything now."
"But there's still one more thing to do, my child. It's okay, go ahead, no one will laugh." Night Silver said, giving her another kiss on the lips, before the maid started drinking away, practically glowing from the immense euphoria in the moment… She was now in the hands of her goddess freely drinking from upon her breast as if she were truly her own child.
"So, you were watching the whole time then?" Jircniv asked, still standing there with his little emperor in full salute. "Goddess…"
"Pfft, don't be too embarrassed about the toy between your legs. She'll be more than you can handle in a moment." She giggled. "But yes, I was waiting for the right moment to show up, I had thought of the time when your robe opened, but I thought that would be a little awkward for you." She continued. "Now, as for what I'm going to offer. I have a dear friend who recently arrived in this world. He'd like to take control of all the undead in the Katze plains. He can do it, trust me on that. But the undead there are made of the dead men from the wars you'd needlessly fought."