Elf Uproar: 600 Years Past
About 600 years ago, back before the Demon King or her armies existed, and when monsters were weaker than they are now.
Back then, the Eldarion Continent boasted over a hundred kingdoms, more than a dozen duchies, a single Holy Kingdom, and one empire.
The continent was even vaster than it is today—the first continent ever born, and a resting place for the gods themselves.
Until the elves went berserk.
"...What did you say?"
The one and only empire on the Eldarion Continent. Serena Lionel of Eterion, the 19th emperor of the Celestial Empire of Eterion, sat in her office as usual, receiving reports.
With violet eyes symbolic of the imperial bloodline, beautiful golden hair, and enormous breasts, she furrowed her brow and stared at the Minister of Foreign Affairs.
The emperor's expression carried a hint of bewilderment rather than her usual boredom, prompting the minister to look troubled.
"...The Khan of the elves has requested an audience with Your Majesty."
"Haa...?"
The emperor let out a sigh at the minister's words.
Elves. Pointed ears, slender builds, lifespans stretching centuries—barely reaching "middle age" after a millennium. And once, the race that had ravaged the entire continent.
Once called the Demon King's army, later the Divine Punishment. The leader of that race was requesting an audience.
She'd always hated work, but right now, she hated it more fiercely than ever.
"Shall I send her away?"
"No, who knows what might happen if we do... Fine, where's the Khan?"
"She's currently in the audience chamber."
"...Escort her properly."
The emperor, Serena, swung her feet down from the desk and dragged her heavy body toward the audience chamber.
Hmm, on days like this, I should go for a four-legged stroll through the palace.
The season was edging toward winter, perfect weather for crawling like a dog across the cold marble floors of the palace. Once it got even chillier, she'd have to take her walks outside.
Tonight, then. I'll drop the insulation and reinforcement spells, maybe add a perception block. Nah, they'd probably kick me out. If it's me doing it, I'd just get some disdainful looks, but if someone else tried? They'd get beaten half to death and chased off.
The emperor gazed wistfully out the corridor windows at the scenery beyond.
She pitied herself—trapped in duties, unable to do as she pleased.
Tonight's orgy play, maybe. Gotta tell the head butler to choke me.
Lost in such thoughts as she walked the corridor, she soon arrived at the audience chamber.
Pushing open the heavy doors and stepping inside, she saw a woman with a lithe, slender figure and light green hair seated there.
"I pay respects to the empire's sole emperor."
"You're the elves' Khan, then. First time we've met like this?"
"Yes. I am Erdenul Naiman Kasar."
Serena flinched as the word "Kasar" slipped from Erdenul's lips.
It wasn't just some footnote in a history book—this was a name etched into genes and souls alike, a source of primal terror. Burning three-quarters of the continent? A perfectly natural reaction.
So that's her... the one.
This elf before her eyes was the sole daughter of the world's conqueror. Tall, with wide birthing hips and onahole-level beauty, she had once led the elves to the brink of dominating the world.
Confirming that fact anew, the emperor sat down and prepared for the conversation.
"So, what's the reason for this audience?"
"I'll be direct."
"Go on."
"Grant us permission to inspect the empire's slave markets. If it's not him, then lend us aid in cracking down on the slavers."
Rude words.
But when spoken by an elf, it changed everything.
Rude, yet not rude at all. For those savage elves to even ask permission showed respect for the other party. If Serena had been queen of some minor kingdom, they'd have torn the whole country apart first—"Oops, not here? Sorry!" or "Yup, found 'em? You're all doomed."
"Inspect the slave markets, huh..."
Serena pondered Erdenul's request.
Not to discern any hidden meaning in the elf Khan's words.
Next outing: getting caught at a slave market? Hmm, sounds good. Add it to the list.
Uncovering hidden intents was for diplomats, not emperors. Anyone dumb enough to hide their true aims before her deserved punishment first.
"What's the reason?"
Finishing her thoughts, Serena replied indifferently. Slave markets meant nothing to her anyway.
If sacrificing a few slavers could appease the elves' wrath, it was a steal.
"One of our young kin went missing recently."
"Hmm..."
Erdenul began explaining in detail, her pink eyes quietly igniting.
"Patrol reports say it was human slavers. A dark elf, not naturally attuned to spirits, and just over 300 years old—a child. She resisted, but was captured anyway."
"How many kidnappers?"
"Around a hundred total. We killed 49 on the spot... but she's still a child. Past 400, she could've wiped them all."
Erdenul wore a bitter expression as she spoke.
The emperor, hearing it, was just baffled.
Why don't those bitches have dicks?
Not that she meant it literally.
Small tits, but pretty, tall, wide hips. Add a dick and they'd be perfect. Why not?
Sighing deeply, Serena looked at Erdenul and said,
"Fine. We'll cooperate."
"My thanks for your boundless mercy. I pray none of our kin are in the empire."
The elf Khan, who had consigned 79 kingdoms and 17 duchies to history's dustbin, growled softly.
As if she'd reduce the empire to ashes if that dark elf turned up here.
Fat chance.
Serena muttered inwardly as Erdenul withdrew quietly.
Like I'd let dickless bitches kill me.
Centaur girls, maybe she'd consider it.
As the elf Khan rode back on her centaur after visiting the imperial palace, Kairan and the hero party—including Karni, who'd joined despite all objections—were browsing quests at the nearby village guild. Fondling Karni's plump ass, the three pondered their next move.
They each picked quests that caught their eye and read them aloud.
"Slime extermination?"
"Two swordsmen and a priestess? Slimes nullify physical damage."
"Merchant escort, then? Decent rewards."
"We're not hurting for cash. Holy Kingdom subsidies cover us, and anyway, Kairan just wants to fuck the caravan leader."
Karni shook her head at their greed-soaked suggestions.
Demon King subjugation? Could you even call this lewd-ass party "heroes"? she thought, muttering softly.
"How long you gonna grope my ass...?"
"Huh? Keep it up and I'll finger-fuck you right here."
"Onahole talking back? Wanna shatter that womb?"
"Eek...!"
A little resistance, and the hero and saintess turned dead serious with their threats. Having learned last night that pleasure could be torture too, Karni just bowed her head like a proper onahole.
Absolutely not because memories of last night's bliss had her womb heating up.
"What about... a dungeon?"
"Dungeon?"
"Oh, there's a dungeon quest."
Kairan floated a question mark overhead, so Eli explained.
"Dungeons are remnants of old kingdoms."
"Remnants?"
"Yeah, like shelters? Kinda. After the elves' great massacre, surviving kingdoms built them—stashed rare treasures, set traps everywhere. But those kingdoms crumbled to time, monsters moved in, and boom: dungeons."
Karni chimed in.
"Shows how devastating the elves' massacre was. Records vary, but around 80 kingdoms and 15-17 duchies fell for sure."
"Yeah, in just three years, about 100 nations gone. That's only the ones the elves directly wiped out—plenty more collapsed from the aftermath."
"600 years from the massacre to now. Only the empire and Holy Kingdom still stand."
Listening to Eli and Karni, Kairan asked,
"How long did that massacre last?"
Eli gave a wry smile.
"Three years. The elves toppled 100 nations in just three years."