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"It's not the only option you have." Aila shifted nervously. "If I'm, um, if you put a b-baby in me then I'll be exempt from doing the mission. At least until that baby grows up. That's one of the the main 'acceptable' reasons I can be exempt from it."
"Huh, cool. Any chance you're having a dangerous day soon?" You asked a bit too casually.
"In 52 years maybe." She replied with an equal aloofness. "Or a little after I turn 100."
"You don't have to worry about that." Herta had immediately woken up when the conversation's subject became changed to this. "Being the genius that I am, I made it so that in this world women will get buns in their ovens if their Master-husband fills them up all day everyday!"
"It's true that women's bodies respond to excessive daily copulation in that way." Aila nodded. "Especially if the man is, um, persistent enough. Though it won't work once a woman reaches a certain age, at least for most species." Aila was confused when your first wife took credit for this fact of the universe, though the most Aila did was shoot you a worried expression.
"Only a week of deep loving, and there shall be half-elf babies running around before you know it!" Herta finished.
"We'll have to look into how to take care of human-elf halflings." You said, then turned to Aila. "You mentioned not having any experience taking care of children?"
"None at all." Aila said. "Other than the feeling I had about wanting to be a schoolteacher after the vision sent to me, but that is... that's..."
It was here that the implications of the subject at hand began to catch up to Aila, and the poor elf nearly passing out after realizing what she'd been talking about so casually. She offered to make some food for you, but Herta butted in and offered to cook up "Something only a genius goddess could make!" instead. Before Aila could get a word in edgewise the goddess had already gone to the kitchen.
That only left you and Aila to talk once more. And talk you did.
Though it remained succinct, you nonetheless were able to glean a few things from each other. You learnt that she, like almost all other elves (except dark elves), had a vegetarian diet. While she could eat meat, it didn't give her any nutrition.
You'd also learnt that she was a powerful healer and could buff allies mid-battle, but only knew a few weak attacking spells. Said offensive spells came from a self-described "embarrassing teenage phase" where she wanted to be sent out to a war like the first Saintess did against the Demon Lord. Aila eventually grew out of it.
But the most notable thing Aila spoke of was when she confirmed that her father is King Aldaron II — and Aila was his youngest daughter, with 9 older sisters, an older brother, and one younger brother. Said king was over 400 years of old, was the current acting Supreme Pontiff and Prelate for a large chunk of the elvish species, and the King of Elfalior. His position sounded like a mix between a Pope and a King.
"Huh, cool. Any chance you're having a dangerous day soon?" You asked a bit too casually.
"In 52 years maybe." She replied with an equal aloofness. "Or a little after I turn 100."
"You don't have to worry about that." Herta had immediately woken up when the conversation's subject became changed to this. "Being the genius that I am, I made it so that in this world women will get buns in their ovens if their Master-husband fills them up all day everyday!"
"It's true that women's bodies respond to excessive daily copulation in that way." Aila nodded. "Especially if the man is, um, persistent enough. Though it won't work once a woman reaches a certain age, at least for most species." Aila was confused when your first wife took credit for this fact of the universe, though the most Aila did was shoot you a worried expression.
"Only a week of deep loving, and there shall be half-elf babies running around before you know it!" Herta finished.
"We'll have to look into how to take care of human-elf halflings." You said, then turned to Aila. "You mentioned not having any experience taking care of children?"
"None at all." Aila said. "Other than the feeling I had about wanting to be a schoolteacher after the vision sent to me, but that is... that's..."
It was here that the implications of the subject at hand began to catch up to Aila, and the poor elf nearly passing out after realizing what she'd been talking about so casually. She offered to make some food for you, but Herta butted in and offered to cook up "Something only a genius goddess could make!" instead. Before Aila could get a word in edgewise the goddess had already gone to the kitchen.
That only left you and Aila to talk once more. And talk you did.
Though it remained succinct, you nonetheless were able to glean a few things from each other. You learnt that she, like almost all other elves (except dark elves), had a vegetarian diet. While she could eat meat, it didn't give her any nutrition.
You'd also learnt that she was a powerful healer and could buff allies mid-battle, but only knew a few weak attacking spells. Said offensive spells came from a self-described "embarrassing teenage phase" where she wanted to be sent out to a war like the first Saintess did against the Demon Lord. Aila eventually grew out of it.
But the most notable thing Aila spoke of was when she confirmed that her father is King Aldaron II — and Aila was his youngest daughter, with 9 older sisters, an older brother, and one younger brother. Said king was over 400 years of old, was the current acting Supreme Pontiff and Prelate for a large chunk of the elvish species, and the King of Elfalior. His position sounded like a mix between a Pope and a King.
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