Chapter 332 – Renegotiating Terms

A few women tried to join the fight, but they never made any progress through the space Nanoka created, forcing us to just watch the snowstorm. I don't know why Nanoka would mention my name before the fight, then leave me behind. I do appreciate her leaving me behind, but how can I help from all the way over here? I have tried to move my mana over the distance, but it never catches, and I can't see who I would be healing.

With little to do but stand here, I go ahead and choose my next classes. Hopefully, these won't make me walk around with a woman sucking my cock just to get the most out of my healing ability. Though with Sarania around, that wouldn't be too bad. Her lips feel great playing around down there, but her tail would be a distraction.

Master of Mothers seems interesting and would be cool to see if it forces all the women I got pregnant to come seeking me out, but I need the Battlefield Healer class if I'm going to grow into my real desire. The Guardian of New Life is too important to miss. I've got too many kids that I can't let the fucking Goddesses kill. I'm sure if I look like I'm going to win, they'll hurt the kids just to get some revenge on me. So, it's a fight between Mother of Many Hats and Master of Mothers. I don't wish to be a master over Mommy, so I'll go with Mother of Many Hats. The promise of spending more time with my kids is a little too much to pass up.

The others are clearly filled to the brim with sex, almost continuations of my slave and prostitute classes. I'm guessing that's how I got the few classes that don't involve sex.

Two Skills pop up: Recover from the fight: Use less mana if healing women shortly after they left the battlefield, and Protective bubble: Place shields over your children that will protect them against minor attacks. I think one of them will get some use soon.

"Why can't I just have one fucking Queen lose her head? Is that really too much to ask for?" I mumble. Fire is starting to get mixed into the blizzard, so hopefully, Shimmer is proving her worth. Wait, she's pregnant with my damn kid! "Bitches! Give me back my kid."

"Shimmer," Elora says. "I don't know why I keep forgetting that she's pregnant. Geta will have her work cut out for her, being the only warrior. Nanoka should've brought Victoria in with them. But Nanoka and Nakuma should be able to keep enough space that Geta can hold out. Nobody should come back seriously hurt from the fight."

The little bubble of snow and flames bursts into a rainbow, and the battlefield becomes visible to us onlookers. Not being seriously hurt is a strange thing to say about dead women, but the nobles have a peculiar view of life. Shimmer is still standing, mostly uninjured, so I won't complain about that. Same with the Queen. It's a good thing I didn't yell about that little issue. I doubt she would be happy if I spread that knowledge around.

I really have too many women carrying my child right now.

As the snow and flames fade away, I can see that Geta's missing an arm, and blood now stains the tails I worked so hard to groom last night. But the other side has all the warriors they brought lying on the ground, a number of them just a burnt crisp of a woman. Some are chopped up around Geta as well. The one worrying part is that Lensa doesn't look all that hurt, just a scratch on her cheek.

"Now," Lensa says, ignoring the dead around her. "If you wish to kill my pet Queen, you have to let me put a new Queen on the throne. One of my descendants. That is how these lower realm Queendoms work."

The gap Nanoka made starts to shrink, bringing me closer to all of the injured. I should focus on Geta first. I don't trust yet another bitch of a Queen not to start the fight up again.

"What the fuck?! I've made too many concessions for you to just get to remake the problem!" I shout. "Fucking bitch. The Queen will still be from her line, just one who isn't fucking mentally deranged, like the rest of the Queens seem to be."

"No, that won't do. The line has grown too weak. I'll bring a new Queen for the territory soon."

"Fuck that," I say. "No, we won the land. The next Queen has to come from my line as well." I let out a stream of healing to fix up Nanoka and begin walking over to Geta. I should warn her that I'm about to start, so she doesn't freak out. A woman from the platform comes down to the Queen, hopefully the Royal Healer, looking to help me. "Geta, I'm going to repair your arm."

"Thank you," Geta says, her eyes locked on the true Icy Bitch. I'm starting to see why the nobles got so sneaky with how they insult each other. You'll run out of names for all the bitches in the world if you don't get a little creative.

Nanoka must be mostly wearing the blood of the others, as I don't find anything worse than a few scratches on her body, and a pair of empty ovaries, which I fix, because why not? She is my wife, and maybe I'll get the urge to give her a kid. She would look really pretty pregnant. The wise kitsune, sipping tea as she caresses our child growing in her womb.

I have a problem.

The Royal Healer takes care of the Queen, so I check Nakuma and Shimmer next. Shimmer gets a kiss, just to make sure the kid is fine, which she is. Shimmer just has some scratches. Nakuma has a broken arm and a twisted ankle, along with a chopped-off tail and some frostbite on another tail. I'm thinking Nakuma took some of the attacks that were meant for the phoenix. I'll have to tie Yuki to a bed or something to repay her.

"Think I care about what you want?" Lensa says.

"You've brought some women here, made some stupid demands, started a fight, let them die, and then you made the same stupid demands again," I say. "I don't care what you want, and you don't care what I want. Tell me, how many Goddesses are you going to have supporting you? Cause you are making a great case for me to throw away the little self-worth I've managed to gather and just let a bunch of Goddesses have a turn raping me, and then I'll make sure your 'pet' Queendom will never have your bloodline ruling it ever again. Maybe I'll even take your realm from you, too, just for fun." Sure, the Goddesses wouldn't really be raping me if I let them do it, but it makes my point stronger, I think. I hope this Guardian class can lead to something with a bit more offensive power. I have just jumped to ten classes, though, so I'm sure I can find a good way to put that mana to work killing those I need to kill.

"Ah, yes, the whore threatens to be a whore."

"Be careful, I'm a High Breeder and Prostitute, not a whore. Maybe we can test if you're really a royal? Spread your legs and see if my royal breeding Skills affect you."

"That isn't too bad of an idea," the Queen says. "You both wish for the next Queen to be from your line. I believe we have your daughter just over there, already married to Alzi as well. She'll just have to get pregnant, and the child can be the next true Queen instead of one of the kids Alzi is having with Esiyae."

"I was planning on giving that bitch plenty of kids," I say. "So we'll have plenty to choose from. We'll find one to agree on."

"Daughter? No, that is not a daughter of mine," Lensa says.

"That? I mean, she is a slave of mine, but she's still a person, and she called you Mother," I say. "Why do all the Nobles have such shit relationships with their Mothers?"

"She was exiled for a reason," Lensa says. "Don't involve yourself in the dealings of my realm."

"Then fuck off from this realm. Can we chop that bitch's head off already? I have a newborn that I want to hold for a bit before I have to go out again. I'm sure everyone else here has plenty to do as well. Azula, talk some sense into your Mother, if you want."

Nobody on the platform moves to take the Bitch Queen's head, but I do spot Victoria pulling out a sword. I wonder how everyone would react if I did it myself. It's been a while since I killed that assassin. Would the act of killing haunt me more, now that I don't have the collar?

"Mother? Please. I didn't do anything. You just tossed me out. Please, you liked me before."

"Stop, you know the rules. We can't have those with broken affinities staying within our land. Stop your pleading."

"Can't you at least ask for me to be free? Your daughter is a slave," Azula says. I kind of want to see her in despair, but I'm sure that would make me remove her collar. Maybe I can go easy on the breeding with her as a middle ground.

"You think I want to be here any longer than I have to be, negotiating silly things like that?" Lensa says. Victoria is just casually walking onto the wooden platform, and nobody seems to mind her. "You shouldn't have gotten yourself into a situation where you were enslaved."

"I think we are going in the wrong direction," The Queen says. "How about we-" A short scream comes from the platform, and then a soft thunk. "How about we take these talks inside? We're done with everything out here. Now, we're just discussing the best way to transition power in the northern lands."

"No need," Lensa says. "Try to rule those lands, and I'll figure out how to help Nature."

"I'll spill it all," Azula says. "You're only holding on to that realm because others can't get in. But I know how to get in, and I'll have to tell my Mistress about it now. She'll ask, and the Queens down here are greedy, as you can see. A dragon won't be able to contain her desires for long."

"How would you know a single thing? You never left the castle until you were found defective. And then you were cast out."

"The third..."

"Quiet. The next Queen must be a woman who came from my womb," Lensa says, finally looking at me instead of the Queen or Nanoka. She hides her rage well, but her eyes contain a fire that doesn't fit the rest of her body.

"My bond must be able to recognize the next queen," I say. "So spread your legs, slut, and I'll give us some options."