Chapter 57
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Translator: True Detective
Chapter: 57
Chapter Title: Elf Ruins - Library of Records (4)
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"Reina. Silverluk, huh. Reina is."
"Yeah. Same surname as you."
It clicked into place. Reina was from the elf royal family too.
Suddenly, forgotten knowledge from the original story flooded back, and I started piecing together the connection between Reina and Rachel.
Their appearances were strikingly similar.
If Rachel were a bit younger, with ears more like a human's, bigger breasts, fuller tits, and a proper rack, she might as well be Reina.
"Do you happen to know what she looks like?"
"I've got a photo. Here."
I pulled out a picture I'd taken with Reina once and showed it to Rachel.
"Th-this."
Rachel stared holes through the photo, her blue eyes welling up with tears.
"Sniff. Sniff sniff."
"Why the waterworks all of a sudden?"
"Reina Silverluk is my daughter."
"Huh."
Reina was Rachel's daughter?
1. Their eyes were a bit different, but the resemblance was there.
2. The shared surname Silverluk.
I'd suspected some relation, but this? No way.
I'd thought they just looked alike, but mother and daughter made perfect sense. Except for the chest size, that is.
So, mother-in-law? To me?
No, my body's female right now, so mother-in-law fits.
"To think my daughter is with you."
"Mother-in-law."
I bowed politely before Rachel.
Couldn't pass this up. Gotta stay on her good side from now on.
"...What? Mother-in-law?"
Mother-in-law? Or whatever—point is, time to impress. Even I respect my elders a bit, especially my girl's mom.
After greeting my mother-in-law, I explained my relationship with Reina.
But then she grabbed my collar again.
"You turned my daughter into a lezzie and now me too? What kind of demon are you? If that's true, this is a huge scandal! Joking around with a mother and daughter?"
Sure, in Korea that'd be a problem. Hitting on both mom and daughter. But this ain't Korea.
And in a library like this, who's gonna stop me?
Mother-in-law scissors session in the library.avi
Just imagining it gets me hot. Assuming the mother-in-law's young and hot like Rachel, of course.
"If it's hot, I rub one out regardless of mother-in-law or whatever."
If it's hot, you go for it first, right? Sounds good to me.
Mother-daughter rice bowl ain't a thing for nothing. A guy plows the hot duo; a lez does thick snail rubs. That's the way.
"You're insane. Insane!"
"Worked out perfectly. Might as well."
Too lazy to say mother-in-law every time. Since I crossed the line, why not go all in?
Face and figure still scream early twenties. When else to taste it?
"What are you plotting now? Hey, I'm Reina's mom? You need to suck up to me?"
"This is me sucking up. Spot on."
I pounced again. This time, I straddled her face for some cunnilingus.
After a few tongue flicks, she shook her head at first like she hated it, but eventually got me off.
A bit later, Rachel—face and hair soaked in my fluids—scrunched up her face.
"Ughhh. Can't accept this as a daughter-in-law."
"Body was honest even if you won't admit it. Felt good, right?"
I sneakily groped her ass as I said it, but she swatted my hand away.
"What daughter-in-law gropes her mother-in-law's ass and squirts all over her face?"
"Your loss if you can't handle it."
Squirting? Nothing a daughter-in-law can't handle.
She glared once, then used Clean magic to wipe herself off. She even cleaned me up—pretty thoughtful for a mother-in-law.
"Anyway, we gotta get out of here."
"Yeah."
"Keep talking down to me?"
Rachel furrowed her brow.
Right. In 21st-century Korea, a daughter-in-law bantering with her mother-in-law like this? She'd be toast. And here I was, casual as ever.
"Want me to? Treating you like an old hag?"
"What! I'm young among elves!"
True, looks-wise. But by outside world time, thousands of years old. Even just time before she entered here, way older than me.
"Sure, sure. Mother-in-law whose age here is a mystery."
"Ugh, just use casual speech!"
Hates being treated like an old lady, huh.
Teasing her like this is hilarious.
Plus, after what we did, the mother-in-law/daughter-in-law dynamic is weird anyway.
What mother-in-law scissors with her daughter-in-law? What daughter-in-law squirts on her mother-in-law's face?
"Rachel. Don't know the way out?"
"I'd be gone if I did. Haven't found the back door yet."
She knew the exit was the back door.
"No sector map?"
"Sector map? Where'd that come from?"
"Control room."
She grimaced at my words, face screaming bullshit. I tilted my head, and she shook hers.
"What nonsense? No control room here."
"Lie and I'll punch your womb. Safety rules say so?"
"You're crazy. No, really none! It was destroyed to begin with! Safety rules—those mad elves obsessed with discarded records stuck to the library, so the royals inspecting it blew up the control room to bury the whole place!"
Then what about safety rules?
"Those shady bastards didn't restore the control room?"
"The knowledge-mad elves tried maintaining it and restored the control room, but the head royal shut it down during record archive reforms, turning the library into a trap and sealing the control room. How'd you get that from there?"
Rachel eyed the map in my hand, frowning.
So what's this map I'm holding?
I racked my brain carefully.
Nonexistent control room.
Map from a nonexistent control room.
Suspicious as hell. Did I grab something weird?
Damn, bad vibes. Should give it to mother-in-law properly.
"Mom. This daughter-in-law knows zilch about elves, so you take the map."
I handed it over with both hands clasped nicely, but she recoiled and shoved it back.
"Don't want it! 'Mom' only when you need something! Never had a daughter-in-law like you!"
"Then count it as granting your fuckbuddy wish!"
"Fuckbuddy what! If you're with my daughter, drop the vulgar talk!"
"Your daughter knows 'fuckbuddy' too."
Wait. Hold up. Why am I scared of this thing?
"No, wait. Rachel. You've just been wandering nearby, right?"
"So?"
"Holed up like a shut-in, how do you know about a control room?"
Think about it—stuck here forever without meds, should've found a back door hint at least. But nada.
"Th-that."
"Sigh. No wonder you're trapped, being such an airhead."
"What?"
Tsk tsk tsk. I clicked my tongue lightly and snatched the map back.
Rachel puffed her cheeks a bit—married woman? Doubt it.
"Anyway, monsters? Beasts? More coming probably?"
"This legit? Feels off."
Better than nothing.
"See here. Skeletons marked where we met them."
Map says weird monster ahead.
Thought drawings were dumb at first, but skeleton pile at skull mark? Real deal.
"Huh, true. But this creature."
"What?"
"Heard demon lord's execs got trapped here when the elf kingdom fell. Like that guy?"
No way she'd miss it if real. Was she really just chilling in a corner?
That monster's fishy.
The Library of Records is closed; only one with administrator permission may enter. If anyone else besides the permitted person is present, exit immediately and contact the administrator.
"Elves and humans here? Was thinking of recovering some power since I can leave now. And prey walks in."
A massive knight blocked our path.
Black armor was impressive.
"What the hell? That guy?"
"Abyss Knight. Gains power from wounding or killing lifeforms. Gets stronger even when hurt."
Stronger per kill, stronger per HP loss. Common gimmick.
Tough opponent.
Demon lord exec, but looks like generic black knight.
"One-shot it, basically."
"Huh?"
"What drivel, wenches! Fear me! Regret appearing before me! You'll be the fuel for my revival, Abyss Knight!"
The Abyss Knight's body twisted, muscles bulging grotesquely. Cracking like pork belly.
But anyway.
"Fucking loud. Hellfire."
"Gaaaaah!"
I incinerated the black knight white-hot mid-transformation.
Bastard wants to transform? Do it before or don't expect a wait. Idiot handing golden time on a platter.
That OP trait needs transformation, huh.
It kept transforming while burning. Still had time left.
But died to ashes mid-way.
Rachel gaped at me.
"What. Something up?"
"Usually you wait for that."
"That's why you're stuck here."
Demon lord exec? Laughable.
The Abyss Knight staggered into a wall before dying. Safety rule visible.
Later encounters with monsters.
Most vanished when I burned their books. Real issue elsewhere.
"What's wrong?"
"Legs hurt bad after moving so much."
Rachel hunched, rubbing her legs intermittently.
Breathing heavy too. How far did we go? Elves stamina suck?
"Should've exercised. Bet you just sat in your spot."
"U-uh. Huh? What're you doing?"
"Piggyback. Miss Reina. We'll go fast."
Rachel teared up, wiped with handback, climbed on.
"Um, path's blocked."
Yeah, dead end. Map says detour, but she looks beat—needs rest soon.
Decided to blast out with her. Miracle mother-daughter reunion? Nice.
She's light as hell. No sweat.
Reina waiting outside. Detour sucks—better punch through.
Whoosh.
Burned shelves, advanced.
"Daughter-in-law likes setting fires?"
"With girls, yeah."
Warm, sloppy snail. Hot.
"How'd you snag my daughter?"
"World Tree bow. Spread right open."
Pretended reluctant at first, but spread nicely. Wonder what Reina's doing now.
Missing me and Yoo-jeong?
Hope so. Glanced back—Rachel looked like Heungbu after getting beat at in-law's for free meal.
"?"
"?"
Why. What.
"World Tree bow? Good joke. Won't say how, fine."
"Never lied in my life, especially not to fuckbuddies."
Set her down, showed pic of fake elf next to World Tree bow on bed. She grabbed my collar.
"You stole it!? And my daughter like that!"
"Think I'd steal? Told you—thousands years passed. Ruins drifted to our world with the bow. Gave it to Reina, not humans. Thank me."
"R-really?"
Duh. If not me, villain might've got it. Be grateful, offer body—ungrateful.
"Right? So spread 'em."
"Crazy! Not some middle-aged perv!"
No, even with office days, not that old.
Hundreds regressions? Still no.
"Mom or daughter, bodies that tempt. Blame your slutty figures, not me."
"Did it earlier? After exit. Deal?"
Heard people change entering vs. exiting, but elf—not human—different handling?
"Why wait when I can ravage now? Mother-daughter bowl, I'll find back door quiet."
"Mother-daughter bowl?"
Doesn't know that? Elves live boring.
Body heats quick—surprising.
"Yeah. Eat mom and daughter like rice."
Got it now—Rachel pounded my chest.
"Insane. Totally!"
Hit married woman's sore spot, huh.
No need force. Escape first. But Reina half-human blood means dad human—dead after millennia.
Exploit gap?
Mother-daughter bowl possible.
Ethics? Evil dragon don't care.
Build trust first.
Just us two. No holds barred.
Max affinity, exit, then bowl.
"Fine. Escape first. That was joking."
Piggybacked again. Feels lighter?
"Joke to grope mother-in-law's tits, kiss, ass?"
"No, really."
Carried her, passed or burned shelves.
Weird beasts popped, but no match.
Felt hands playing on my back.
"What?"
"Haha. Making list for with daughter."
Not adding 'get mother-daughter bowled by Yoo Eun-ha.' Focus on paving way.
"Who’s this? Rachel Silverluk! And human wench?"
Variety hour. Who’s that?
"Demon lord's four kings one. Indomitable Lich. Ghost-type, elves' revival army worst foe. Didn't know trapped here."
Rachel gripped tighter, trembling.
"Trying escape? You? Foolish. But unlike you, I'll take this human girl's body out!"
Annoying as fuck.
"Burn that too?"
"Yeah."
Burned whole shelf spawning lich.
Robe-clad skull rattled jaw mocking Rachel as it died.
Why do weaklings strut?
"Haa. Haaa. Eun-ha, right?"
"Took ya long enough."
"Tell me about my daughter? Personality, upbringing—I know nothing."
Exhausted on my back, I told her about Reina.
First academy meet. Elf descendant pride. Strict but good girl. More detailed than before.
Chatting, entered tidy shelf corridor—found weird corpse.
Uniform like Rachel's, fully skeletonized.
"Tired. Mind grabbing stuff? Belongings."
Rachel had me take nametag, pendant from chest.
Nametag unreadable.
Elf language different?
Maybe get friendly with Rachel.
"Bossing daughter-in-law?"
"Nah. Least you can do."
Rachel smiled childlike. Too young for Reina's mom.
Nothing ahead surprisingly.
Like escape room.
Passed musty old book scent—back door visible far off.
"Almost there. Rachel."
"......"
"Rachel?"
"Huh? Oh. Yeah. Almost?"
Spacing out. Snap to for daughter.
"Yeah. Prep to see Reina. She'll freak."
"True. Huge shock. You too."
"Huh?"
"Nothing. Eun-ha. Never thought I'd ask a girl this. Love my daughter forever. Promise?"
Calling that a request.
"Why ask obvious? Love you too."
"Sigh. Trust this horny girl? Whatever now. Fine. Thanks. Only trusting you."
No records from the Library of Records may be taken out.
Aimed for exit, spotted warning on back door.
Ah, lizard maid. Wanted that. Shame.
"Going out."
"Yeah."
Glanced back inside before leaving.
Trap library for blocking riffraff easy—I'm too OP.
Pretty, strong, great personality—flawless.
Enough afterglow. Opened knob, out.
"“Eun-ha!”"
Pretty girls' welcoming voices.
Back door vanished behind.
Enter again? Lewd lizard maid.
"Long time? Missed me? Waited long?"
Made pretties wait too much.
"So worried! Why that awkward look?"
Awkward? Reina can't see Rachel on my back?
"Oh yeah. Elf Rachel on my back—your mom."
"Huh? Who's on your back?"
"Huh?"
Back felt too light.
Nothing where Rachel was moments ago.
Last door warning flashed.
No records out.
Spine chilled. Dropped nametag.
Trembling hands picked it—now readable.
That elf corpse was Rachel.