Jircniv stood there for a moment before falling to his butt on the couch behind him. "You're just like my ancestors said you were… So kind that you'd twist yourself into knots just to help others, and yet, also allow them to suffer from their own choices, even when giving them an out." He said, nervously chuckling as he spoke.
"Pfft, the Empress decades ago was a wonderful woman. She did a good job considering what she was up against." Night Silver giggled, and then looked down to the woman upon her breast, and ran her hand through her hair, wearing a loving smile. "So, what do you say, little Jircniv?"
"What will you do with the undead there?"
"My friend will use his supreme status over death to put them under his command. After that, he'll probably run experiments enmasse, he's the type to try finding the limits of his skills. He won't have them do anything too crazy."
"Would it be possible for Fluder to join this research?"
"Pfft." She snapped her fingers, and out of the portal came Momonga. "You can have Fluder ask for himself."
"I see, so this is why you wanted me to be ready to move." Momonga spoke, his voice clearly unnatural.
"That's right! Oh my, you're looking all sparkly now." She said with a teasing grin. "Excited about getting a student?"
"I don't feel emotions, you should know that?!" Momonga said in a panic, taking his chance to sit on a couch. "It would be interesting. Just like how your influence seems to be overwhelming. My aura isn't even breaking through."
"Pfft, well I did solo the emperor dragon 200 years ago."
"Don't remind me, please, I really don't want to think about something like that right now. A dragon on par with the one in Yggdrasil's ancient lore… And you defeated it. No player could do that now."
"Hmm, I still think there were other possible combinations that would have generated a similar result to myself. I was just the only one crazy enough to actually do it." She huffed, and tilted her head up and to the side. Then paused, and looked right back down at the woman on her breast, and gave her a kiss on the head. "I'm happy I did. Every time I look down and see a child feeding from my bosom, I'm filled with joy."
"I can see…" Momonga sighed, with a flash of green. "Alright, so you're Fluder. You want to learn the depths of magic?"
"If you're willing, Lord over the Dead, I would be honored to have my meager skills be of use."
"That was fast, Fluder." Jircniv said with a nervous smile. "I must come clean in front of my goddess. If you weren't a friend of our goddess, I'd think you're an enemy of all life."
"You're not wrong to think that. But, I can control it. After all, all life eventually ends up in my grasp, except for her… She'll never die, no matter what I do. Could even be 100 of me…" He started to dive into thought as to just what it would take to defeat Night Silver now. "Oh, pardon me, Fluder, you're a necromancer, you seem to be around level 45? Not bad for this world."
"Thank you for the high praise, I'll wear it with pride." Fluder practically turned into a giddy kid.
The woman had drunk enough milk from Night Silver's breast now, so she stopped and looked up with a childishly innocent smile.
"Had enough already dear? Mother never runs out you know. You can be a bit greedier darling."
"No, mother, I'm full."
"Pfft, alright then, those letters, they'll need a different response now."
"I'll get right on it Mother!"
The woman jumped up, went over to the cart, and began preparing the things required for a new message. Jircniv once again relayed his words, and the process repeated, only this time, with him being enthusiastic about this new alliance.
"With that done, let the messenger handle delivering it. If anything happens to the message I'll be there to verify it personally." Night Silver said, giving a teasing wink. "You can return to continue researching Momonga. I'm eager to see what you and everyone else are capable of now. Remember this isn't Yggdrasil, so there will be many interesting differences."
"I've already seen a few interesting peculiarities myself. And it's true. Ending all life is a terrible idea." Momonga spoke, standing, and left with a wave of his hand. "I wonder if I can simulate a natural transformation… What would it take?" He muttered as he disappeared through a portal.
Shortly after, the new formal response was finished, and the messenger left the room with a purposeful, and respectful haste.
The maid joined Jircniv in bed, while Night Silver stayed to watch at the request of the maid. It was something about her wanting the goddess of mothers, and the All Mother, to witness the moment her child was conceived.
"I'm still not sure why I even agreed. But now that it's done… how are you so certain that you're pregnant now?" Jircniv asked.
"Because, we aren't done yet my emperor." The maid said, licking her lips, holding herself in a seductive pose while still united below the hips.
"Huh? But I…" Then his body reacted.
"Shh, your body is more honest. Out there you're my Emperor, but here in bed, I'm in charge."
Night Silver giggled, seeing the maid's eyes glow with desire. "Alright, that's all I have time for dear, you're already guaranteed. So just enjoy yourself, he is a well hung young man, you'll have a whole lot of fun." She said, blowing a kiss, and then left.
Jircniv reached out in an attempt for rescue, but before he could speak, the maid went on the attack, shutting him up with her own lips, and moving her hips in a rotational motion.
Later, in the morning, when the other maids came in to wake him up, he ordered a stamina potion, once it arrived, he drank it down in a single gulp. He let out a long sigh. "From here on out, there needs to be an emergency stock of these within arms reach of my bed."
Little did he know that his attempt to avoid the completely drained state he was in now, would soon become a problem for him. All thanks to the gossip among the maids, limiting it to those who were known to be followers of the Goddess. His little guy was going to be busier than himself.