True Magician

Chapter 176

Eldonia.

I naturally refused to talk in that tower, amid the rumpled bed, the clothes scattered around it, and the naked man wet with sweat, so I moved myself and Mistiora to another room in the castle, which was furnished like a small living room.

After setting up a closed field, making a cup of coffee with a tea set, and settling down on the soft sofa there, I looked at the elf sitting opposite me.

She was now "dressed" in her concubine-prostitute outfit, consisting of semi-transparent black silk held in place by gold-embroidered threads and covering basically nothing but her private parts. Although I should have been used to the local "clothing" by now, I was still finding it relatively difficult to get used to.

I smiled sweetly at Mistiora, to which she responded with a searching and expectant look.

However, given our upcoming conversation, this feeling was overshadowed by my interest in Olga's sister.

- "Well, let's begin," I said and took a sip of coffee. "I came here because you seemed interesting to me."

- "Interesting, sir? I am merely an outcast of my own people, whose body is tainted by male desires," she asked in surprise.

- "You know my name, my curse, and my fate, so I am genuinely puzzled as to what could possibly interest you."

I raised an eyebrow at her straightforward tone and implication.

- "So you've come to terms with your fate, huh?" I smirked.

- "Yes," Mistiora replied evenly. "It's my punishment, and I deserve it."

- "Hmm... You're not lying," I muttered thoughtfully. "Tell me more about how exactly you deserved this punishment."

- "Why do you want to know?" she asked, her tone unchanged.

- "I've only heard the 'official' version, not the one from someone who was directly involved and suffered," I began, leaning back on the sofa. "The original choice to be queen of Nidavellir, Mistiora Arte, somehow fell into the hands of goblins and gave herself over to debauchery at a moment of weakness? And without any witnesses or guards? Too many coincidences."

Yeah. Her story was murky and impossible, for dark elves, of course, not for me. When Olga left Nidavellir three hundred years ago, she took the golems with her, who built her a fortress, the Dark Citadel, where she was raped, but she did not leave the city alone. Mistiora also left Nidavellir not alone, but with a small group of dark elves led by that funny elf. "Zask", I think.

The betrayal was as clear as day, but for some reason, the dark elves themselves, and even Olga, didn't think it was a big deal and just punished Mistiora to the fullest.

However, there was an explanation for this. Dark elves are a proud people, even too proud for their own good, and therefore none of them would have allowed themselves to think of putting a spoke in Mistiora's wheel, the most suitable figure for the position of queen at that time.

Of course, I could have just gotten inside the head of that elf or Mistiora, but that would have been too easy and boring. After all, two months would pass quickly, and I needed something to do. Or maybe I was wrong, and someone else was to blame? Heh.

- "How do you know about this?" Mistiora suddenly became serious. "Only..."

- "Only the elders and Olga Discordia could know such details? You're right, I learned your story from them," I continued for her, and when she wanted to ask an obvious question, I decided to answer it in advance. "How did I get out of the city if I was there?"