The Queen of the Basement and the Queen of the Surface

Luna’s second ability as Queen was the absolute right to command all elves and dark elves within the dungeon. While it was a submission born of authority and legend, the elven race obeyed her orders without question. Consequently, the dark elves left for the barracks without a moment’s hesitation to ravage Galahad, while Ryun clung to Luna, refusing to let go for even a second.

"......I want to be held by Master, too."

"No. Today, the space next to him belongs to that shy succubus lady. Come on, if you're an elf, you have to listen to your Queen, right? Stay with your big sister today."

"Big sister, you say that, but you're going to go to him when it's time, aren't you?"

"Of course. ...Once we've each had a turn, do you want to join in?"

"If it's like that, then sure."

Perhaps because she hadn't been raised as a queen, Luna’s way of speaking was hardly befitting of one. Of course, the other subordinates and elves were easily swayed by her persuasion regardless.

"Ahem, Luna. So, can you use your Holy Power however you like?"

"...It's near infinite? Probably."

"Hmm.... That might be possible later, too."

"What kind of thoughts are you having about me right now?"

"A 'Luna-Tank'?"

"I don't know what you're thinking, but it's quite unpleasant."

"Sorry."

Luna narrowed her eyes and glared at me. It seemed I would have to postpone the idea of holding Luna up from below, bouncing her belly, and firing a 'Goddess Cannon'—much like the blinding flash of Holy Power she had unleashed during childbirth—for another time.

"Still, Luna. All the monsters in this dungeon feel quite a bit of pain when they touch Holy Power. It’s not for nothing that I organized Galahad separately. It’s because just by Galahad breathing, it causes damage to those around him. Ah, it’s what you call 'second-hand smoking'."

In this case, it would be Holy Power rather than cigarette smoke, but as long as the meaning got across, that was all that mattered.

"Second-hand smoking?"

"Are you talking about burning tobacco?"

However, the civilization of this world didn't seem to have the concept of second-hand smoking. Only Shaitan, who had learned a bit about modern culture through my dreams, understood what I meant.

"Master, you are subconsciously worried that the Holy Power emitted by you and Galahad might harm other monsters. For example... if you were to kiss Lime after kissing her?"

"Ah.... So the Holy Power remaining in the saliva could harm Lime?"

"That is the gist of it."

It was a different context, but a fairly accurate analogy. At my words, Luna immediately wore a troubled smile.

"...Then where is my place in this dungeon?"

"Well, it can't be here."

My dungeon, which was essentially the hub of the Legion, was a place where all sorts of humans and demons came and went. In that sense, Luna couldn't stay here.

'The Flauros Dungeon, Las Village, Las Vegas, and even the Avalon to be built in ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the Barony—it’s the same for all of them.'

She absolutely couldn't go to places where demons had to be the center, and if she went outside as a regular elf, I was worried about the guardians that would inevitably come out of the Elf Forest.

"So, Luna, you should set up your place in this dungeon."

"Are you joking right now?"

"I'm not joking. I have a very good plan."

I stomped my foot hard on the floor. As my gaze dropped to the ground, Luna finally caught on and nodded.

"I see."

"Exactly."

"Aha."

"I understand."

Following Luna, Ryun and Shaitan also nodded. Had they really understood my intention? I asked Ryun, who was the most suspicious.

"Ryun, where is the most appropriate place for Luna to be stationed?"

"......Being stepped on by Master?"

"That’s a position for the bed."

It was the correct answer, but to a different question. This time, I asked Shaitan.

"Shaitan, you give it a try."

"......Was it not that you intended to trample the Elf Forest underfoot?"

"That’s a long-term plan."

Shaitan’s answer was also incorrect. True to being a member of the Las Army, Ryun was erotic and Shaitan was macro-oriented. I needed to approach this from the most microscopic perspective.

"Luna, where is your room?"

"Here."

Luna pressed her heels firmly into the floor. When I pointed my index finger downward, the two finally understood my and Luna’s intention.

"Aha."

"I see."

"Right. I can't give everyone a building to themselves right now, but I want to give you at least one floor inside a building. And besides, it was thanks to Luna that we cleaned it up in the first place."

I pointed to the stairs leading down to the first basement level.

"The first basement level is Luna’s room."

Temporary name: Luna and the Chocolate Factory.

"Then, Master, I will assist Queen Luna in decorating the first basement level."

"Yes, yes. You and our princess go ahead and decorate my room nicely; you do other things in the meantime. Hehe."

Shaitan and Luna wanted to take full charge of the development of the first basement level. Although it was called Luna’s room, the space following the first basement level would eventually be filled with elven troops.

"Lime, take the Slime Dragons and go provide support. If there’s any place that’s blocked, clear it, and if a Dimension Stone appears, report it to Shaitan immediately."

Kkeureureuk.

Lime followed Shaitan and Luna, riding a Slime Dragon. Developing the dungeon my way was fine, but seeing Luna so excited, I wanted to let her do as she pleased.

"I, it's my first time having my own room!"

Luna was overjoyed at the prospect of having her own space. Since she was so happy about getting a room for the first time in 470 years, couldn't I at least grant her that much?

'And since I made her a room, she’ll let me fuck her however I want!'

I was tired of always doing it from behind. If she pushed her butt out, saying she wanted even her first experience to be from behind, wouldn't I end up fucking her from behind again? Sometimes, I wanted to see those two milk jugs swaying in rhythm to my rod in the missionary position.

"Master, are you really going to leave the first basement level to the three of them?"

"It’s Luna’s room. ...Of course, Shaitan has a talent for dungeon interior design, so I’m trusting her with it. The actual construction is done by Lime."

Designer Shaitan, Interior Contractor Lime, and Laborer Slime Dragons. Depending on the combination of the three, the first basement level would be decorated exactly as Luna wanted, and in a manner befitting the Solomon 72 Dungeons.

"Even if we assume the portal from the Flauros Dungeon stays on the first floor, if someone designates the 63rd-ranked Andras Dungeon and crosses over, won't they invade the first basement level? Luna needs to make use of her main profession, too."

"Are you thinking of assigning her the role of a guardian who protects you?"

"Of course. If she wants to extort my essence, she has to earn her keep, right?"

There was no one in our dungeon who could just play and eat. For a happy Las, everyone had to work hard at their assigned tasks; that was what made this the true Rastopia.

"Then, Master, are you planning to station the dark elf sisters here? ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Catching them as they come and having them continuously dyed black by Galahad?"

"It doesn't necessarily have to be Galahad; the orcs are enough. Hmm... should I make all the wives of my sons elves? Like us."

"......Hehehe."

Ryun and I played with our hands and headed toward the barracks to find the dark elves who would be working hard on their mission. The door to the barracks had already been torn off, and the sound of pounding echoed through the barracks along with the screams.

"Kyaaaaaaa!!"

The sound of a tangerine being squeezed pierced my ears. I knocked on the wall and slipped inside to check on the condition of the dark elves.

"Hraaaaa!"

Galahad delivered the finishing blow to the corrupted dark elf by thrusting his Holy Sword upward. The tangerines, Sola, rolled their eyes back and fainted. I swallowed hard at the carnage Galahad had wrought.

"You... what on earth did you do?"

"Legion Commander, it is nothing."

Galahad pointed to the dark elves who had fainted while hugging each other in a corner of the barracks. The traces of Galahad’s sexual exploits remained clearly on their lower abdomens. Even the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠tangerine that Galahad had impaled on his Holy Sword was making a squelching sound from within.

"......I sent them all away with a single sword."

"......I see."

The storm of the Holy Sword was magnificent, and the compatibility between Galahad and the dark elves was superb. I felt a chill at the date and remaining time, which I had seen somewhere before. And I was overwhelmed by the four elves who had fainted helplessly, and Galahad’s Holy Sword, which was still standing stiffly toward the ceiling.

"...I clearly gave the order to ravage Galahad, didn't I?"

"I defeated them all. ...Legion Commander."

Galahad hesitated and lowered his voice. Even if he lowered his voice, it would be heard by Ryun anyway, but Galahad whispered very quietly as if to tell only me.

"When I ejaculated, I put in just a tiny bit of Holy Power, and they climaxed and went away all at once."

"......."

Wasn't that basically like firing a stun gun inside their wombs...?

A short while later. Sola and the elf scouting party, having regained consciousness, explained the reason they had sought out our dungeon.

"The young elf who left home will become a queen? ...That’s a bit strange."

"Yes. We never expected the prophecy to be fulfilled in such a way...."

Sola had become quite docile after tasting Galahad’s Holy Sword.

'And to think she made such a fuss in front of the dungeon.'

Once they realized that even after breaking a taboo, they returned to normal when they went outside, the four elves had no hesitation in satisfying their desires within the dungeon. Consequently, they engaged in a 1:4 orgy with Galahad, and they also paid their respects to me, Galahad’s grandfather-figure.

"Right. In any case, a queen has been born. A queen limited to the basement, though. So, Sola, do you think the dark elf queen of this dungeon can step forward as the elf queen?"

"...It will be difficult. The stance of following tradition and the stance of refusing to acknowledge an entity that has broken a taboo will clash sharply."

"In other words, internal strife will occur."

"Yes."

Even I would find it difficult to acknowledge her. If so, I had to devise a method.

'Is there no way?'

As numerous thoughts flashed through my mind, a brilliant idea occurred to me the moment I saw Sola’s belly.

"Sola."

"Yes."

"Was our Galahad delicious?"

"......."

Sola bowed her head deeply. Thanks to her brown skin and silver hair, her impression had become even more vicious, but now that she had realized the pleasure of Las, she was reminiscent of a demure lady, at least in front of Galahad.

"Right. It should be delicious. Of course, it’s delicious. So, I’m going to make you an offer."

"What is it...?"

"It seems that if you use our dungeon’s system, you can become a queen when you reach 5 stars?"

That might not necessarily be the case, but hadn't Luna evolved into a 5-star through reincarnation? Galahad’s seed was excellent, so the same probability would apply to other elves.

"And I will make her a queen of pure white."

I pushed Ryun, who was clinging to my side, in front of Sola. Sola’s gaze became complex when she saw Ryun, but thanks to my intensive training of Ryun, she was now much stronger than Sola. In terms of strength and status, Ryun was far above Sola in this dungeon.

"If Luna becomes the Queen of the Basement, Ryun will become the Queen of the Surface."

If evolution through level increase and condition satisfaction was impossible, it was enough to break their hymens and reincarnate them. I didn't know about 3 stars, but I was determined to break Ryun’s the moment she became 4 stars, even if I had to use Amducias’s horn.

"You’ll evolve into a 5-star by any means necessary, right? Then a queen is born. I don't know if it will actually happen or not, though."

"...It’s a mess. I’m sorry to Ryun, but it seems a bit unrealistic."

"That’s true. But it doesn't matter if it doesn't actually happen. Why? Because if I become the King and she becomes the Queen, that’s enough. Being an elf queen is no problem at all."

I wrapped my finger around Ryun’s fourth finger and asserted.

"She is the one who will become the Queen of our Legion. If the world wants a queen with white skin, I’ll have to give them that. Of course, you all have to provide some help for that, too."

I made them an offer they couldn't refuse.

"Pretend to be pure elves outside, and when you’re horny, come play here. You can bring friends... or family. There are plenty of partners, from orcs to humans, birds, tentacles, beast-men, and so on. Yes... Club Las Vegas, enjoy a one-night stand as a dark elf here. Yes...."

"Are you intending to live off our sexual desire?"

I held up two fingers to them.

"Bring two acquaintances each to Las Vegas. Then they will feel this happiness too, and I will let you enjoy an even more fun and happy Las. Yes... I’ll give you the opportunity to do a 2:1 with Galahad and another orc. Hehehe."

"........"

The elves were already trapped in a deep quagmire, and after hesitating, they eventually signed the contract.