История Королевы Эльфов / The story of the Elf Queen: Интерлюдий - 1

Interlude One

Camrad_RIP 16.09.24 в 13:45

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Camrad_RIP 16.09.24 в 13:44

Author's Note:

Camrad_RIP 16.09.24 в 14:42

Ugh 280,000 characters... 85 pages.... Brinar's tired
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Camrad_RIP 16.09.24 в 14:43

The Free City of Neirat was rightfully considered the main center for the study and practice of the magical arts on the entire Western edge of the developed ecumene. Of all the cities in the Middle Sea region, only three could rival it in terms of architectural splendor and wealth. Sakhib-Nere, Kuordemar, and, until recently, Morgrave. Within the Old Walls that surrounded the center of the original city, there was not a single building that could not be called a masterpiece of architecture. All of them were tall, ornamented with reliefs, and built of noble stone, sometimes imported from the Undermountin. All the streets were paved with tiles, and at night they were lit by a multitude of enchanted magic crystals. Even within the New Walls, which surrounded the suburbs that had grown over time, there was not a single neighborhood that could be called poor or unkempt.

Camrad_RIP 16.09.24 в 14:46

But while the same area of the Imperial City in Kuordemar could rival the beauty and luxury of the center of Neirat, no one could match it in the number of true magical towers. Most cities had only one true magical tower, built of special stone from a natural source of magic and according to all the canons of magical architecture. Not only because it is very expensive, but also because it is difficult to find so many powerful enough magical sources of natural magic. In Neirat, there were seven magical towers. Seven Beauties, as they were affectionately called by the inhabitants of the city. Each of the towers stood proudly above the city and its surroundings, covering its own and neighboring areas, making a siege or assault on Neirat a nightmare for any warlord.

Camrad_RIP 16.09.24 в 14:48

But the most majestic building, located almost in the very center of the city, was the famed Neirat Academy. It was the best place where a young gifted person could begin to learn the basics of the difficult art of magic. And those who had already mastered the basics of magic could expand and deepen their knowledge. For a fee, of course. But not only pure magic was taught at the Academy. It was also used to learn related sciences. More than one hundred talented architects, shipbuilders, military leaders, and masters of various crafts came out of the white stone walls of the Academy. Among the wealthy humans and non-humans who lived on the lands along the shores of the Middle Sea, it had long been considered almost obligatory to take at least one full course at the Academy. Even if it was impossible to chew the granite of science, it was always possible to make very useful acquaintances.

Camrad_RIP 16.09.24 в 14:54

Here, within the walls of the Academy, there were also several workshops where skillful mages made the best magical artifacts in terms of price/quality ratio. From battle wands to dishes enchanted to keep food fresh. Needless to say, the best craftsmen worked only to order, and not all work could be paid for in gold alone. Not to mention that the queue for many of them was scheduled for many years in advance. And the clients waited patiently. Because there was no other city like Neirat on the western edge of the Ecumene. The reason that made it so unique lay in its ancient origins. Deep by human standards, of course.

Camrad_RIP 16.09.24 в 14:55

The history of Neirat was about one and a half thousand years old, and it was started, strangely enough, by a magical cataclysm of great power. Usually, such events end the history of cities, and sometimes even entire states. But this time it happened differently. Yes, right at the moment of the cataclysm, several small towns and large villages in the south of the Neirat Peninsula, which was then called by a completely different name, perished. A sudden and very powerful release of natural magic is often accompanied by physical destruction. Like eruptions of streams of liquid fire, lightning striking from the ground rather than the sky, earthquakes, or generally tearing through space. This time there was none of that, and everything happened without any visible effects. But the inhabitants of the surrounding settlements, who had their thin bodies burned out by the monstrous overload of energy, were not relieved. There were few survivors, most of them gifted and those they could protect by “discharging” or shielding.

Camrad_RIP 16.09.24 в 14:57

When the rampage of natural magic stopped, the surviving inhabitants of the south of the Neurath Peninsula discovered that a new source of natural magic had formed in the epicenter of the cataclysm. A source in many ways unique. It was very powerful. So powerful that, if it was narrowly focused, even an inexperienced gifted person who took possession of it could equal the power of an archmagister. Or even an archmage! But the magic of the formed source was not a single stream, but began to literally ooze out of the ground over a very large area, then dissipate into the air and saturate it with energy. The energy that could be easily absorbed by gifted intelligent people. It was also almost completely neutral. It threatened neither energy poisoning nor addiction to the source.

Camrad_RIP 16.09.24 в 15:00

As scientists later found out, this was due to a huge layer of deposits of special porous rocks, which acted as a natural filter. It was hard to find a better place for a gifted man to live and practice! Weaving was easier here, powers were replenished faster and spent slower. Even ordinary people felt better here. Fatigue accumulated slower, illnesses were endured more easily, and wounds healed faster. And the land surrounding the source began to yield a much more bountiful harvest. Practically the perfect place to live!

Camrad_RIP 16.09.24 в 15:03

Of course, the strongest of the surviving gifted, together with surviving relatives and apprentices, gathered around him everyone he could and began to work. The name of this ancient wizard was Neirat. Not a few years later, a fortified settlement and then a full-fledged town appeared at the place of the source. Under the hand of the wizard, who turned out to be very talented and strong, more and more people flocked very quickly. There was plenty of free space in the area. Just as quickly, the source and the settlement that appeared in its place attracted the attention not only of the surviving inhabitants of the neighborhood but also of the inhabitants of more distant lands. Traders came, and life boiled over even more. Within ten years, the small settlement had become a city that continued to grow rapidly, attracting more and more trade visitors. The fame of the quality of the artifacts made by Neirat and his apprentices quickly spread across the Middle Sea. So did the fame of his talent as a wizard.

Camrad_RIP 16.09.24 в 15:05

But such wealth could not go unnoticed. Very quickly, many neighbors began to claim such a tidbit. First of all, one of the Northern Kingdoms, Garnmarn, which bordered the peninsula to the north, was still standing firmly on its feet. The Isles, whose ships traveled all over the Middle Sea, were already strong and powerful. And even the tribal alliances of the southern lands. After Neirat's refusal to voluntarily fall under the hand of one of the powerful, and several unsuccessful attempts to seize power through intrigues of varying degrees of meanness and cunning, war broke out. It turned out to be unpleasantly long and bloody for both sides. But mostly for the attackers. It turned out to be very difficult to throw off the gifted, led by a strong and talented mentor, who was entrenched on such a unique source. It was impossible to take the city under siege because of the portals, which the mages sitting at the source were able to penetrate to much farther areas, and at much lower cost than the besiegers. Therefore, despite the encirclement, the city persistently did not starve. And even trade continued.

Camrad_RIP 19.09.24 в 20:20

The besiegers, of course, also tried to break through the portal inside the walls, but they were hindered by the things that helped the townspeople. The natural magic that literally oozed out of the ground was preventing them from making any sort of precise targeting from the outside, and the active interference of the defenders made things even worse. Stepping into an unstable portal was tantamount to suicide. The fact that all three sides of the attackers were actively interfering with each other, not wanting to share the final prize, also added to the problem. And we should not forget about the other conditionally “neutral” neighbors, who did not miss opportunities to profit or settle scores with their sworn friends while they were busy. This went on for several years. The first to abandon the idea was the tribal unions of the southern lands, which had the most difficulty in delivering troops and supplies. They were followed by the Islands, who chose to make peace with Neirat. But the Northern Kingdom of Garnmarn, which bordered the Neirat Peninsula, was reluctant to concede.

Camrad_RIP 17.09.24 в 05:52

Too much effort was expended, too much blood was spilled. In the end, it ended with Neirat agreeing to accept a very loose vassalage from its northern neighbor. A treaty was made and sealed with dynastic marriages. As well as numerous mutual oaths on magical and divine altars. Many legends related to these events have been preserved. Some of them claimed that one of King Garnmarn's daughters managed to put an end to the protracted conflict with her beauty and charm to enchant the adamant magician. According to another version, beauty had nothing to do with it, but mental and love magic did. Other legends, on the contrary, claimed that Neirat had so shattered the besieging forces of the Ganmarians, successfully repulsing all attempts at assault, that the Northmen were forced to agree to terms that were not the most favorable for themselves. This included giving Neirat, who was by then already married, the king's favorite daughter as a CONCUBINE rather than a full-fledged wife. Some versions of the legend say that they gave not one but two daughters at once. And also the king's younger sister, who was widowed during the war, but not to Neurath, but to one of his disciples and associates. And her daughters became, again, concubines of Neirat's sons from his legitimate wives.

Camrad_RIP 19.09.24 в 20:24

There were many variations of legends of varying degrees of piquancy about those distant events, but there were no reliable sources. The only thing that all legends agreed on to a greater or lesser extent was that the ruling dynasty of Garnmarn at that time was closely related to Neirat and his family. After those events, the city and the surrounding lands remained a vassal of its northern neighbor for nearly a century and a half, until another turmoil presented a fortunate opportunity. The legitimate but still very young heir to the throne clashed in a bloody struggle for the crown with his closest relatives after the sudden death of his crowned parent. He had little chance of winning. And even less chance to stay alive in case of defeat. One of Neirat's grandsons took advantage of this. In exchange for help in the fight, he demanded to be released from his vassal oaths and treaties.

Camrad_RIP 17.09.24 в 05:54

It is not known what the young prince was driven by when he agreed to such impertinent conditions. Maybe he really believed in the possibility of victory with the help of a vassal and a relative. Maybe it was the result of skillful mental influence. Or maybe, being in despair, he simply decided to take revenge on his close relatives by using the right of blood and depriving them of a vassal, though a very independent, but still a vassal. As a result, Neirat gained independence, becoming a small but very strong magical kingdom occupying the entire peninsula. And the young prince received help, which, however, did not bring him a crown. But it protected his life, albeit at the cost of a long feud, which severely emasculated Garnmarn. As a result, the Northern Kingdom was divided into several duchies, each of which stubbornly called itself a kingdom. These, in turn, were soon swallowed up by stronger neighbors.

Camrad_RIP 17.09.24 в 06:06

The dynasty of the Garnmarn kings on the male line soon died out, dissolved into other clans, its inheritance was divided, and all that remained of it was a memory in the pages of legends. Neirat's descendants, however, have continued to live and well to this day, forming several separate, influential clans that nurture the gift of magic. As well as the descendants of several of the most talented students of the legendary founder, who founded their own clans. Long centuries passed. The Island Empire rose and fell. The Northern Kingdoms collapsed under the invasion of the Great Horde. The Great Caliphate was formed and strengthened from the alliances of the Southern tribes, almost destroyed during the War of God's Wrath, started by Reistar the Apostate. And Neirat continued to be all this time, surviving all the hardships.

Camrad_RIP 17.09.24 в 06:08

And not just being, but persistently increasing its main wealth - vast knowledge in a variety of magical schools. The palace of the legendary founder of the city eventually turned from the ruler's residence into the Academy, which became an outstanding center of magical arts and practices. Even in the heyday of the Island Empire, when all the inhabitants of the coastal lands were forced to reckon with its Great Armada, Neurath managed to defend its independence. And although he was also forced to reckon with the will of the Emperor of the Islands, but he did not pay official tribute and did not recognize his authority, limiting themsself only to regular “presents ”. It was purely voluntary, of course.

Camrad_RIP 17.09.24 в 06:10

The worst blow, then still officially the Kingdom of Neirat, was received during the Great Horde campaign. The Great Horde struck the northern lands, but some of the countless army of green-skinned orcs and yellow-faced, slanted steppes swept across the Neirat Peninsula as well. And even this part, led by one of the sons of the Chief of Chieftains, was enough to storm and ravage all the villages and small towns. But the invaders could not take the capital city, and they did not even get a payoff, having broken their fangs against the magical power of the defenders. In retaliation for this, the son of the Chieftain of Chieftains demanded the complete burning of all captured cities, all villages, all factories, everything that could burn! The population that could not or did not take refuge in the capital or at sea was either slaughtered or driven into slavery. Even all the groves and gardens were cut down and devoted to fire.

Camrad_RIP 17.09.24 в 06:14

It was a terrible blow, but Neirat survived, even though it lost most of its territory, and retained control over the southernmost part of the peninsula. In fact, only the surrounding areas visible from the tops of the magical towers. Simply because there was no one to live in the devastated lands, and it was scary to go far away from the protection of the magic towers of the capital for a long time. But Neirat survived. And it kept its most important treasure - huge accumulated knowledge in the field of magic. In no small part, this resilience was because although Neirat was officially called a kingdom, it was in fact a tribute to tradition. There was no real king. Everything was ruled by the Conclave of High Mages, formed of gifted representatives of families, leading their lineage from the descendants of the legendary founder, or his disciples.

Camrad_RIP 17.09.24 в 09:43

Over the long centuries of the city's existence, all these clans had successfully married each other up and down, so before discussing a new potential marriage, one had to first turn to the School of Blood Magic, so unloved by the common people. Or even to look for a gifted bride or groom on the side. The former, however, was far preferable to the latter. Besides, the descendants of Neirat and his disciples had long ago realized that it was better to agree among themselves and sit together on a large but not infinite source of magic than to kill each other and give it to some outsiders. As a result, in addition to close family ties, the ruling families of Neirat were bound by even closer and stronger oaths of mutual agreements made on divine altars, certified on blood, and in magical contracts.

Camrad_RIP 17.09.24 в 10:33

One of the underlying leitmotifs of most treaties was that each clan stayed out of others' Schools of Magic. Because over the centuries, each family had specialized in one or another area of magic. They jealously guarded the most important secrets, passed down from generation to generation, which were not taught at the Academy for any money. And this led to the fact that the faculties at the Academy were clearly divided between these same clans. Do you wish to study combat magic? What specific element? Lightning? Please refer to this family. Interested in barrier or portal magic? This is the department for you, contact the dean of this family.

Camrad_RIP 17.09.24 в 10:39

It didn't help to avoid conflicts completely, but it reduced them to a very large extent. And it also ensured that one of the clans would not take over the others. Compared to what was happening on the opposite shore of the Middle Sea in the Southern Caliphate it was not even funny. There, blood was regularly shed among the ruling elite, especially after the death of the next Most Serene. In Neirat blood was rarely shed but that was no reason to relax. One could get an injury of subtle bodies, after which one would have to forget about practicing, if not forever, then for a long time. To be fascinated to the point of complete and literal oblivion by another pretty and young student. Not to recognize in the gift or a long-standing and familiar tool cunningly imposed curse. Among the Masters and Magisters of the Neirat Academy, there were plenty of ways to send an arch-colleague to rest.

Camrad_RIP 17.09.24 в 10:58

For this reason, Elesandra de Neirat, officially recognized and certified Magister of the Classical School of Mind Magic, equally recognized and certified Master of the Classical School of Barrier Magic, and acting Dean of the Faculty of Mental Magic, never neglected personal safety and took it with the utmost seriousness. It didn't matter where: in the family mansion, in her almost equally native faculty, even in one of the Seven Beauties given to her for her personal use as a full Magister. Everywhere she paid the utmost attention to her personal safety. And it was not yet clear where exactly it might be more dangerous. Elesandra had encountered all sorts of things in her life, the length of which did not match the attractive appearance of a young woman who had only just matured. There had been some relatively harmless attempts to drug her with a simple, but high-quality charm potion during her merry college years. Not to fall in love with her to convince her to run away together into the sunset that would be replaced by the sunrise, a magic-suppressing collar, and a debut in the slave market of Kuordemar or Sakhib-Nere. But simply out of a desire to get into bed with a very pretty young gifted girl. Who, no other reason than that she is too shy to respond to advances.

Camrad_RIP 19.09.24 в 20:28

It was amusing to watch the two hapless suitors love each other passionately all night long, without even paying attention to her sitting next to them. The record of that night was the first of many such recordings, and it was still carefully kept, copied on several storage crystals, in a special chest with a collection of other similar recordings. But the several attempts to force a fiancé on her, after she had completed the basic and advanced profile courses and received her first recognition and official patents, were much more serious.

Camrad_RIP 17.09.24 в 11:00

In one case, they tried to use classical, but no less dangerous and effective mentalistics as arguments. She, to her shame, missed the beginning of the process, not expecting such a thing from her dear relatives on her mother's side. She could justify herself by saying that they had made the casts and imprints of her thin body very competently and accurately. Only excuses wouldn't save her from ending her career as a practicing gifted woman and switching to her mother's and wife's fate. But the fact that she noticed the attempt to start compulsion during another conversation with her potential husband, and stopped it quite firmly, almost arranging a magical duel, saved her. Elesandra's scandal was quite loud but behind closed doors. Nothing came of it, though.

Camrad_RIP 21.09.24 в 15:45

It turned out to be an authorized test of her as a specialist. Her unperturbed father had informed her. And if she had failed it, he would have married Elesandra without hesitation, wishing her success as a future mother and caring wife. It had hurt her very much then, but she remembered the lesson and thanked her parent for it many times afterward. Because the second attempt which was not a test, but the initiative of one of her peers and colleagues. who had completed basic and advanced courses and moved on to advanced practice, was much more serious. The unfulfilled fiancé came from afar. More precisely, through the servants, having successfully and skillfully seduced one of her maids, who was supposed to carry to the family mansion of Elesandra the ingredients for the charm potion, which had an accumulative effect. One by one quite harmless and non-threatening, as well as very hard-to-detect ingredients. The maid was to drip the potion onto the mistress's bedclothes during cleaning instead of the usual bed scents.

Camrad_RIP 21.09.24 в 15:48

She was saved by two observation crystals hidden behind self-made camouflage barriers, bought at her own expense and without publicity. And the fact that she wasn't lazy to actually scrutinize their records. She didn't cause a scandal instead pretending that everything was going according to plan and that she was slowly starting to pay attention to her suitor. On one of their dates, Elesandra treated him to a potion of her own adding some classic Mind Magic. As a result, she had another spicy entry on a crystal storage device in a box of carefully collected dirt. Her boyfriend radically changed not only his life priorities but also his preferences in bed. And Elesandra had her first serious detractors in the face of her husband's relatives.

Camrad_RIP 21.09.24 в 15:49

Then there were long years of in-depth study both at the Academy and with her family, personal and academic practice. All of this was accompanied by attempts at espionage, in order to learn the secrets of mastery. Attempts to frame, to set up, to ingratiate oneself in order to frame and set up, and of course, attempts at seduction. The latter, however, were not always secret. Being a very attractive woman and a very enviable bride, Elesandra had received more than one proposal of marriage. But all proposals she politely, when not so politely rejected, firmly resolved to first make a career and achieve, at the very least, recognition as a Master of Mind Magic. Or even as Archmagister. And only then to think about heirs and a suitable partner for them. This upset both potential suitors and many relatives.

Camrad_RIP 21.09.24 в 15:52

And the more experienced and stronger Elesandra became, the less frequent but dangerous such attempts became. She did not stay in debt, always trying to repay her offenders with double. Those who tried to fuck with her brain, she fucked their brains much harder, never turning them into brainless vegetables, but reshaping their minds. She had several times arranged for those who tried to fuck her body to work in not the most expensive port brothels in the coastal satellite town of Neurath. For free, literally for a meal and a bed in the brothel. Sometimes she had to combine both options, which made her personal collection of records of various degrees of racy and vulgarity grow.

Camrad_RIP 17.09.24 в 11:22

She did the same to those who tried to take her place, first as a lecturer and then as dean of the Faculty of Mind Magic, either by forcing her into forced retirement or into the grave. As a result, she had her own personal graveyard and even more detractors. She didn't care too much about that, the main thing was that all such attempts would continue to be fruitless. To which Elesandra made great efforts. She regularly updated her protective barriers, webs of signal threads and beacons, alarm and control amulets. All her personal servants who had access to her tower or rooms in the ancestral mansion were personally checked and thoroughly briefed by Elesandra. She regularly cross-checks them as well. Not to mention the fact each servant agreed to a partial correction of consciousness and more than one oath of loyalty. Certified by magic, blood, and divine altars. Elesandra was equally strict with her personal apprentices and students.

Camrad_RIP 21.09.24 в 15:53

And it all worked because she was still alive and sane. This was not the case with many of her detractors. Elesandra's reciprocal thanks regularly reached the initiators, executors, and knowledgeable parties involved. One of the great advantages of being an entire Magister of Mind Magic was the ability to accurately assess the degree of guilt of an offender. As a result, some of her detractors were not able to blame the blame on the prearranged scapegoats and get away with repaying her gratitude.

Camrad_RIP 21.09.24 в 15:58

As a result, she had more ill-wishers among her colleagues and “sworn colleagues” at the Academy, business partners, as well as relatives near and far (who were often the same people) than she would have liked. But that was perfectly normal, given her specialization. As her father had once told her, “If a Magister of Mind Magic has no ill-wishers among his entourage, then he is clearly not a Magister, but an Archimage. It's just that those around him won't know it anymore.” Equal in power, fellow specialists in the same combat or portal magic had the same amount of respect from others, and many times less apprehension. But that was the price for specializing in such a sought-after but equally dangerous Mind Magic.

Camrad_RIP 21.09.24 в 15:59

It was in no small part because of this professional deformation that Elesandra decided to focus on her career, refusing to marry, even though there were some worthy candidates among the potential suitors. Also, as ridiculous as it seemed and as surprising as it was for someone gifted in her specialization and power level, Elesandra deep down wanted love. The real love that she sometimes saw in the heads of other humans and non-humans. Usually the most ordinary townsfolk or peasants. Simple, sincere, and mutual love. Of course, she could easily make almost anyone fall in love with her if she wanted to. And she could even make herself fall in love with anyone. But that would be a surrogate, a fake, and who but she knew it? She wanted it all to be without mental magic or spell potions. To have someone to lean on. Someone to share any burden with and not be afraid of getting stabbed in the back. Silly and naive, but could she at least dream? And she dreamed once in a while because even an entire Master of Mind Magic couldn't satisfy all her wishes.

Camrad_RIP 21.09.24 в 16:01

So Elesandra had to make do with a carefully selected and thoroughly tested gifted lover from among the students of the Academy. Dantir was a nugget of talent from a family of fairly well-to-do peasants living in the vicinity of Neirat. He was tall, sturdy like most of the villagers, with typical Middle Sea coastal dwellers' brown, slightly curly hair and brown eyes. Quite to Elesandra's taste. Dantir's family was well-to-do by village standards, but they couldn't afford to pay for even a basic course of study at the Academy. But for such prodigies from among the commoners, there was a possibility of studying on credit, with the subsequent working off of the debt.

Camrad_RIP 21.09.24 в 16:19

Quite a common practice among the cities of the Confederacy. And it didn't seem like such a large sum, a smart adept with a patent and a permit for private practice could work it off in a couple of years. But it was necessary to pay not only for studies but also for living expenses. As well as various supplies for the practice. Strengthening or healing rituals. As a result, such homeless self-made people ended up in debt, working them off for years, or even for the rest of their lives. The same fate would have awaited Dantir had it not been for Elesandra. Elesandra recognized the talented young man from among the newcomers at once. She took a closer look and made sure that the young man was not a carefully prepared honey trap. She made him an offer.

Camrad_RIP 21.09.24 в 16:21

Personal patronage, assistance in studying, maintenance during the process, and debt repayment afterward. And also the status of a personal apprentice for the entire period of education. But in exchange, he had to agree to a full consciousness check and partial correction of his consciousness, as well as the removal of part of his memories after the end of the contract. And of course, everything would be certified by a full-fledged magical contract, mediated by the priest of Damokar. When the young man, who was quite nervous and did not understand why he had attracted the attention of the Dean of the Faculty of Mind Magic, heard this, he almost punched the floor with his jaw. All he could squeeze out was: “But w-why don't you just... well... well...”

Camrad_RIP 21.09.24 в 16:36

It wasn't hard to guess what the embarrassed young man meant. Why didn't she just put a lowborn student under her heel? Elesandra gave him an understanding smile, and calmly explained that she didn't want to put any more trump cards in the hands of her detractors. Mentalists already had a bad reputation, and she didn't want to ruin it even more. That's why she offered him such fair terms, from her point of view. Of course, it wasn't quite true. Even if she were to take a student she liked without any contracts, and from among the peasants, no one would say a word to her. Everyone would have understood everything but pretended not to notice anything. Such things, of course, were not encouraged in words, but in reality, no one would even notice a brainwashed lover. Even a small harem of students would not be judged, provided they didn't have powerful patrons. Unless someone else had their eye on the victims she'd chosen. But even then, it would have been more likely to try to negotiate rather than bring conflict to the table. Some of her colleagues openly had harems like the nobles of the Southern Caliphate.

Camrad_RIP 21.09.24 в 16:41

The real reason for this amazing generosity to her future apprentice and personal bed toy was something else she kept carefully hidden from everyone, including her closest relatives. When Elesandra was officially recognized as worthy of the high rank of Magister, received a patent, and the keys to one of the Seven Beauties given to her for her personal use, a message was delivered to her. A small, but very high quality and very capacious storage crystal, like the ones she kept her collection on, was handed to her by one of her household servants. It turned out to be a message from Elesandra's grandfather, whom she had caught as a young girl, a profoundly old man. The servant didn't even realize when and how he had been assigned this task, having forgotten why he had come. Elesandra scrutinized the crystal storage device before she decided to check what kind of memory it contained. Grandfather Jasper was almost as skilled in Mind Magic as his wife, the illustrious Cassandra. So she took every precaution to look through its contents. She was the only one who knew how much the mind could be affected by viewing recorded events or memories.

Camrad_RIP 21.09.24 в 16:43

And to say she was shocked by what she saw was an understatement. Her grandmother Cassandra, whom she had unfortunately never met, had always been a role model for her. Skillfully gifted, who had had a remarkable career, and who had also played a crucial role in uncovering a conspiracy of brain-eaters set up with the help of the foolish Meyer. And of course, she knew the story of her life and love affair with her grandfather, who was at first only an apprentice. But through hard work, talent, and sincere devotion to his mentor and patroness, he went from being an apprentice to first becoming Cassandra's lover and then her husband. An incredibly romantic story, at times she even dreamed that she too would meet her lover just like that. As it turned out, it had nothing to do with reality. Nothing at all. There was no love, loyalty, or any other romantic nonsense.

Camrad_RIP 16.09.24 в 15:07

And there was a fortunate incident. It was during the time of the conspiracy of brain-eaters, which allowed a weak adept, albeit diligent in his studies, to process his much more powerful and skillful mentor. Grandfather described in detail how he had managed to make a very small path to the consciousness of his mentor. And then slowly, carefully, but methodically he continued to widen and deepen it. Eventually, he makes Cassandra first his completely submissive lover and then his wife. A loving and completely obedient wife. His grandfather accompanied his story with very high-quality and detailed records of how he entertained himself with the mentor he had safely processed.

Camrad_RIP 16.09.24 в 15:09

There was a very young Jasper sitting on the edge of the bed, while the naked Cassandra standing in front of him with a serious face methodically swallowed his cock, then pulled back, leaving only the tip in her mouth. Here she is on her knees with her face, chin, and breasts covered in seed, her mouth open and her tongue out, while Jasper runs his cock over her face, smearing his seed even more. Here is a naked Cassandra, sitting in front of the recording crystal, looking into it as if nothing had happened, talking about her preferences in bed and her lovemaking. And Jasper, with his arm around her waist, asks about all the details with interest. Cassandra, dressed in her classic black and white maid's dress, was scrubbing the floor of her bedroom. Crawling on all fours, so that her shortened skirt was pulled up, revealing a complete lack of underwear, a pair of firm buttocks, and pussy.

Camrad_RIP 21.09.24 в 16:50

Standing naked in front of the mirror, in the arms of her apprentice, Cassandra with an extremely serious face assessed her not-so-small breasts, stroking, squeezing, and lifting them. She did not hesitate to comment on her actions, concluding that a powerful sorceress should have equally powerful tits, not these two ugly things, worthy only of an adept, but not of an entire magister. In the next recording, Cassandra has huge breasts worthy of the matriarchs of the dark elves. And with these breasts, standing on all fours over Jasper lying on a special table, she was massaging him with oil. At the same time, she praised her “little ones” in every possible way, saying that now they matched her strength and talent. Squinting with pleasure, her apprentice cheered her on in every way possible. Here was Cassandra spreading her legs wide in front of the recording crystal, showing off the glowing inscription on her perfectly smooth pubes that read “Property of Jasper.”

Camrad_RIP 21.09.24 в 16:53

Jasper, already visibly matured and matured, in the robes of an Academy lecturer, stands in the embrace of a naked Cassandra, who is in the last months of pregnancy, stroking her huge belly. Here is Jasper already standing in the Dean's robe, and Cassandra in a simple house dress, collar open, breastfeeding a baby. Elesandra's father. There were many more entries, but they were all of similar content. On all of them, the powerful Magister of Mind Magic obediently fulfilled all, even the most vulgar wishes of her student, and her husband. Grandfather, however, ended his message with an unexpected confession. According to him, if Cassandra had not treated him in the same way when he was her apprentice, he would not have taken the opportunity as he did. And so he warned his grandson, or granddaughter, against her or his grandmother's mistakes. It was not certain that one of their bed toys if they decided to have one, would be as lucky as he was. But anything can happen.

Camrad_RIP 21.09.24 в 16:48

To say that Elesandra was shocked to see the idol of her youth in such a role was an understatement. But one couldn't help but admit that watching the powerful sorceress turn more and more into a submissive toy of her student was surprisingly exciting. As soon as she thought about it, she immediately sharply extinguished the crystal and rushed to check herself for possible compulsions on the part of her grandfather, who turned out to be very difficult. And then rechecked, again, and again, but using different methods. In the end, she found nothing. No hidden desires to get a young, handsome student and become his submissive bed toy and then a mother. No new heightened sympathy for the younger relatives from the side branches. Nothing. Still, Elesandra never touched that crystal again, though she didn't dare destroy it either. But she drew conclusions for herself. So although Elesandra used Dantir as a lover to the fullest extent, more often than not content herself with his tongue rather than his cock, she did not force him to do anything truly humiliating or that would have disgusted him and demanded a mental correction. In general, she treated him noticeably better than one would expect someone of her level to treat a penniless apprentice who was completely dependent on her.

Camrad_RIP 19.09.24 в 20:33

She even let him take charge in bed once in a while. It was even pleasant and added variety to her intimate life. Of course, she would take all the personal memories away from him later. She was not going to share her preferences in bed with anyone. But still, this attitude and the character of the generally honest and decent Dantir, allowed her to hope. Hope, that if by some miracle or fate he should get an opportunity like that of his grandfather, he would not take it. An utterly foolish and delusional hope, of course. That's why Elesandra was counting not only on such an ephemeral thing as human decency but also on a complex of cross-insurances. And sincerely hoped she would never need them.

Camrad_RIP 20.09.24 в 07:40

What she could use right now was the ability to speed up the passage of time in her office, on the top floor of her assigned magical tower. Because the dean of the entire faculty of the Academy had enough chores to do. And every year, when it was time to enroll new students, it became even more. That left her with so little time for personal practice. But to neglect one's duties would be extremely foolish. So she took the scroll with the list of names and once again ran her eyes over it. The incoming freshmen in her department. She had already singled out most of the most interesting and promising newcomers, as well as those who needed special treatment because of influential relatives. The latter were always the most troublesome, which she would have loved to be rid of, but had to put up with a lot for the sake of money or return favors. Hmm, these two should be assigned to different groups, otherwise there'd be trouble, their Houses' relationship was too strained. And this bastard son of the head of a large trading house should be kept away from the relative of the head's legal wife. So much trouble...

Camrad_RIP 20.09.24 в 10:42

Elesandra was distracted from her not-so-pleasant and simple thoughts by the stationary communication amulet on the corner of her desk. Without taking her eyes off of it, she accepted the summons and mentally spoke:

Camrad_RIP 17.09.24 в 11:29

//I'm listening.

Camrad_RIP 17.09.24 в 11:26