История Королевы Эльфов / The story of the Elf Queen: Эпилог_2

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Camrad_RIP 22.06.25 в 12:11

The residential part of the First Temple of the Sun-Faced in Iyastar was usually not very crowded. After all, it was home to the highest clergy of the Northern Theocracy, including the King-Priest himself. Just anyone was not allowed into this holy of holies. But right now, right outside the chambers of Arnuil the First, there was a real crowd, by the standards of the First Temple. The reason why the personal abode of the Sun-faced One's viceroy on earth was packed with representatives of the high clergy and their closest assistants was sitting in a comfortable, wide armchair with a special backrest. After all, ordinary furniture was not very suitable for the winged Heralds of the Sun-faced One.

Camrad_RIP 22.06.25 в 12:12

However, they hardly ever used it, as staying in the material world was quite expensive for them, and they usually did not have time to sit around. But just in case, the followers of Sunface had a couple of suitable pieces of furniture for the Heralds. And right now, this chair has come in very handy. Because the Herald sitting in it was about to spend some time in the material world. The reason for this was not the will of her father, the sky dweller, nor the needs of his faithful followers, but the wounds she had received in a fierce battle with the spawn of the abyss.

Camrad_RIP 22.06.25 в 12:13

The once snow-white wings of the Herald had lost many feathers; those that remained were partly broken, partly burnt, and quite sooty. Her white and gold robes, which once resembled the garments of the priestesses of the Sun-faced One but were in fact armour imbued with grace, were torn to shreds and in some places completely burned away. The Herald's body had also suffered considerable damage, covered in burns in many places, her flesh literally charred in some areas, and in others her skin cracked like sun-dried earth. The left half of her face looked truly gruesome, as if the celestial being had been pressed against a hot frying pan. Her once long, golden hair was almost completely burned away, replaced by a short, spiky hairstyle, like that of an adventurous warrior.

Camrad_RIP 22.06.25 в 12:14

For a mortal, even a powerful mage, such wounds inflicted by the scorching flames of the earth's depths would most likely be fatal. For the divine Herald, they were also extremely unpleasant and painful, but not life-threatening. At least, not while she had plenty of grace, coming both from her mortal followers and her heavenly father. Right in front of the High Priest of the Northern Theocracy, who had gathered in the King-Priest's chambers, the Herald's terrible wounds slowly but surely healed. The soot disappeared from her wings, new feathers grew, particles of charred flesh fell away as weightless dust, giving way to new flesh, and the terrible cracks in her skin healed. Even her hair, if you looked closely, was growing back.

Camrad_RIP 22.06.25 в 12:15

And until her wounds healed completely, the Herald was forced to remain in the material world. They were too heavy in every sense. The force that inflicted them was too alien to her nature. Like an anchor, it held her in the material world, preventing her from returning to the domain of the Sun-faced One. Of course, if He had wished it, she would have been there immediately. But that would have done more harm than good. Therefore, the Herald was forced to remain in the material world, regaining her strength in the most suitable place for this - within the walls of the First Temple of Iyastar.

Camrad_RIP 22.06.25 в 12:15

However, even in such a situation, there were some bright moments, albeit small ones. A young girl in immaculate white and gold clothes, with long blonde hair and a tear-stained face, sat on the wounded Herald's lap, curled up in an armchair with her legs tucked under her and her whole body pressed against her. Like the celestial being, she literally glowed with sunlight from within, only much more brightly. And this light flowed in rhythmic waves from the girl's body to the wounded Herald, accelerating her healing. Stroking her mortal daughter's back with her less injured left hand, the celestial being calmed her as best she could. After all, when she had just moved with her comrades to the First Temple, she had looked much worse. So it was no surprise that poor Magdalene was horrified, almost hysterical, at the sight of her mother's condition.

Camrad_RIP 22.06.25 в 12:16

She only calmed down when she saw for herself that the Herald's life was not in danger and that her wounds, though serious, were not fatal. But since then, she has been sitting on her lap like a small child. Which, incidentally, was not at all superfluous — the strength and grace emanating from her daughter, which she had in abundance, noticeably accelerated the healing process. However, the reason why almost the entire high clergy of the Theocracy had gathered here was not only to support the wounded Herald. Looking at the mortal followers of her heavenly father with the burning sunlight of her right eye, as her left eye was still healing, she said in a harsh voice:

Camrad_RIP 22.06.25 в 12:17

"He is alive."

Camrad_RIP 23.06.25 в 15:20

The Supreme Hierarchs of the Theocracy, who had been standing in a semicircle around the Herald's chair, quickly exchanged glances. Bowing his head slightly, Arnuil asked briefly:

Camrad_RIP 22.06.25 в 12:18

"That's for sure?"

Camrad_RIP 23.06.25 в 15:20

"Absolutely. Talking to that... creature... wasn't easy. But we managed to understand each other. And in exchange for getting rid of the First Ray, he answered my question. Among those who burned in its flames on the day of the fateful battle, no one could have been Master."

Camrad_RIP 23.06.25 в 15:52

The faces of the senior clergy became even more sombre. The leader of the Bright Paladins barked briefly:

Camrad_RIP 22.06.25 в 12:18

"Escaped through the portal?"

Camrad_RIP 23.06.25 в 15:53

"That's unknown, maybe so, or maybe he disappeared in some other way,“ Herald shook her head cautiously, ”but what is certain is that he did not die in that battle."

Camrad_RIP 23.06.25 в 16:11

"What about Mirantir?" Aurora asked.

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Turning to the Reverend Mother, the Herald replied:

Camrad_RIP 23.06.25 в 16:54

"This spawn of the abyss did not know. They were separated during the fall, after my brother thrust the First Ray into this creature. Perhaps he is still alive. Perhaps he disappeared into the sunless abyss."

Camrad_RIP 23.06.25 в 16:55

"We must intensify the search and immediately inform everyone that Master is alive. Let us not waste any time. Your Brightness, with your permission, we will take our leave." The King-Priest summed up in a sombre voice.

Camrad_RIP 23.06.25 в 16:56

After taking their leave, the representatives of the higher clergy left the Herald, who nodded to them in response, to regain her strength. Only her daughter and several Daughters of the Reverend Mother remained with her in Arnuil's chambers, who, after the well-known events, did not leave the Holy Maiden alone. Hugging Magdalene tightly, the Herald sighed mentally. This was the second time in such a short period that she had seen her daughter, and both times the circumstances of their meeting left much to be desired. Where could she find a suitable husband? It was high time, but none of the candidates had proved acceptable. And in her case, it was essential, for a bride was needed for a girl who was no ordinary girl...

Camrad_RIP 22.06.25 в 12:22

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Camrad_RIP 22.06.25 в 12:22

Folding her hands in front of her, Aurora looked intently at the dark elf standing before her, almost at attention, with unusual golden eyes, dressed in perfectly tailored white and gold robes that spoke of her fairly high position in the Theocracy. Tilting her head forward slightly, the Reverend Mother spoke in a calm but firm voice:

Camrad_RIP 22.06.25 в 12:23

"I hope you understand the full extent of the responsibility of this assignment, Sister Fayana?"

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Fayana nodded in response without hesitation:

Camrad_RIP 23.06.25 в 16:56

"I fully understand the importance of this task, Reverend Aurora, and I will do everything in my power."

Camrad_RIP 23.06.25 в 16:57

"I'm glad to hear that. In that case, I'm counting on your vast experience and entrusting you with leading and organizing the search in the Underworld. You will be given all possible help and assistance. Get some rest, and start work at the beginning of the morning shift."

Camrad_RIP 23.06.25 в 16:57

"Thank you, Reverend Aurora, for your trust. I swear that I will do everything to justify it."

Camrad_RIP 23.06.25 в 16:58

"I have no doubt about that. Go, and may the Eternal Sun guide you," Aurora nodded, allowing herself a faint smile.

Camrad_RIP 23.06.25 в 16:58

Taking the scroll with the order, certified by her signature and seal, from the table, she handed it to the dark elf.

Camrad_RIP 23.06.25 в 16:59

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Camrad_RIP 22.06.25 в 12:23

Leaving the Reverend Mother's office and heading to her cell, Fayana, who had previously gone by a different name, appeared calm on the outside. But inside, the dark elf was seething with overwhelming emotions. Exclusively positive emotions. There were two reasons for this. The first was that she had been given the long-awaited opportunity to truly prove herself in the service of the Eternal Sun! Oh, and she would not miss this opportunity, no, no, no, she would break herself into pieces, but she would not just do everything possible, she would definitely achieve results!

Camrad_RIP 22.06.25 в 12:24

There is a lot of work ahead, and it will not be easy. She needs to select companions from among those who have experience working in the Underworld to accompany her on her quest. She needs to plan routes and prepare equipment and supplies. But she will manage! She has enough experience, and even though she used to work with much more experienced colleagues, now the lack of knowledge of her assistants will be compensated by the fact that she won't have to constantly sleep with her eyes open, waiting for a stab in the back or poison in her flask. The main thing is to think everything through and organise it properly, but that won't be a problem. She has the highest level of support, and no one in the entire Theocracy knows better than her how to search the Underworld. After all, she didn't become the chief Catcher in her former House for nothing.

Camrad_RIP 22.06.25 в 12:25

The second reason why Fayana made a considerable effort to suppress the smile creeping across her face was that she had taken another step closer to her personal goal. Oh yes, the Reverend Mother's protection was excellent; otherwise, she would not have held her position. But there is no such thing as absolute protection, and she knew that better than anyone. Sooner or later, there will always be a breach in any defence; the main thing is to search long and hard enough. Fayana had neither patience nor perseverance to spare. She quickly realised that it was practically impossible to get directly to the much-desired Reverend Mother. At least, not with the means and methods available to her.

Camrad_RIP 22.06.25 в 12:26

But you don't have to go directly, do you? You can use a detour. In her case, it was a blond and very handsome boy, who was almost the only man who had free access to the closed women's monastery headed by the Reverend Mother. And he was undoubtedly Aurora's lover. Of course, the assistant, who had direct access to the Reverend Mother's body in every sense, was carefully guarded. But still not as well as Aurora herself. And very cautiously, so as not to attract unnecessary attention, Faya began to feel her way towards the handsome boy, whom she would not have disdained to use as her personal slave.

Camrad_RIP 22.06.25 в 12:27

And gradually, a plan began to form in her dark mind on how to use him to achieve her main goal. It would not be easy, but if everything was done correctly and, most importantly, as discreetly as possible, then the lovely Aurora would not even notice how she had fallen into her trap. And she knew how to do it, thanks to the lessons she had learned in her past life. Fayana frankly disliked honeyed methods of work, but that did not mean she did not understand them. And today, just before Aurora summoned her, the dark elf managed to devise a quite effective way to use the Reverend Mother's assistant. Closing the door to her cell behind her and slowly undressing, the dark elf lay down on the bed and closed her eyes, immediately visualising her goal.

Camrad_RIP 22.06.25 в 12:30

Reverend Mother Aurora... This strong, deceptively harmless, but in fact deadly dangerous woman was incredibly attractive. Defeating such an adversary — what better proof could there be that Fayana was worthy of taking her place in the service of the Eternal Sun? The dark elf's imagination began to paint Avora in various images, each more seductive than the last.

Camrad_RIP 22.06.25 в 12:30

On her knees in her underwear under her desk, where Fayana herself is sitting. Bound hand and foot with love knots on a wide bed covered with snow-white sheets. Standing motionless at her desk with a blank expression on her face and her breasts exposed, holding a tray of drinks for Fayana while the dark elf herself works at her desk. And, what was always the most exciting - Aurora with her completely white skin, painted like a street clown, wearing a jester's cap, completely naked, juggling three ladies' saviours, which she caught with all three of her holes at the end.

Camrad_RIP 22.06.25 в 12:44

The last fantasy was so tempting that Fayana sighed heavily and thought wistfully that she definitely lacked a handsome personal slave whose tongue could quickly relieve her arousal. But there was nothing she could do about it; her new path did not allow for such things. Another matter was a loyal assistant, ready to take some of the burden off the shoulders of the new Reverend Mother. Reverend Fayana... She definitely liked how that sounded...

Camrad_RIP 22.06.25 в 12:44

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"Please, honorable."

Camrad_RIP 23.06.25 в 16:59

A young, slant-eyed boy dressed in modest but sturdy dark grey clothing, similar to that worn by sailors serving on the palace ship of the Messenger of the Eastern Empire, opened the door for Shinda-Bah and stood motionless to one side, bowing low. Nodding politely in response, the Caliphate captain entered the small but richly furnished office, decorated in an oriental style. There, sitting at a desk, was a respectable-looking middle-aged man. He was as slanted-eyed and dark-haired as the young sailor who had brought Shinda-Bah, but with a well-groomed beard and moustache that reached down to the middle of his chest.

Camrad_RIP 22.06.25 в 12:45

Unlike the young sailor, the owner of the office was dressed in modest dark blue clothes, but they were made of quite expensive fabric, which the Caliphate captain immediately recognised with his experienced eye. He also noticed the high-quality eavesdropping protection woven into the walls of the office. Behind the man sitting at the table stood a pretty young girl in a modest dress of the same unassuming dark blue colour, her hair pulled back into a tight bun. When Shinda-Bah appeared, she bowed briefly, and the man sitting at the table merely nodded slightly and pointed the captain to a chair in front of his desk.

Camrad_RIP 22.06.25 в 12:45

"Please, honorable Shinda-Bah, take a seat."

Camrad_RIP 23.06.25 в 16:59

The man spoke, unlike the young sailor who had brought Shinda-Bah, in the language of the Caliphate, albeit with a slight accent, but very clearly. When the captain took his seat, he kindly asked:

Camrad_RIP 23.06.25 в 17:00

"I hope you have had a chance to rest, and that my request for a conversation will not be too much of a burden for you?"

Camrad_RIP 23.06.25 в 17:00

"Thank you, honorable..."

Camrad_RIP 23.06.25 в 17:03

"Mao Yang."

Camrad_RIP 23.06.25 в 17:03

"Thank you, venerable Mao Yang. I have fully rested and recovered, for which I express my deepest gratitude to your most honorable lord Kin Yao, Voice of the Emperor of the Rising Sun in the Lands of the Elves, Keeper of One of His Seven Seals, and Guardian of the Amber Palace."

Camrad_RIP 23.06.25 в 17:04

During his rest, Shinda-Bah took the trouble to learn the full and short titles of the Emperor's Messenger. And now he sincerely hoped that the short title would suffice and his interlocutor would not be offended. But Shinda-Bah was not sure that he would be able to list nearly two dozen titles, which sounded rather unusual to a native of the Caliphate, in the correct order and without mistakes.

Camrad_RIP 22.06.25 в 12:46

"It was incredibly noble of him to show such generous care for me and my loved ones, as well as for all the other unfortunate people he took aboard his magnificent palace, which I personally could not even dream of stepping foot on. The skill of your healers, who can heal not only the body but also the mind, is renowned as far as the Sunset Shores."

Camrad_RIP 22.06.25 в 12:46