The World Is Mine For The Taking

Chapter 965: Epilogue 18 - Country Of Elves (1)

The news spread like wildfire across the lands—Rodonia, the mighty empire, had been struck in silence. There was no warning as well as no trace of the attackers. Just devastation left in the wake of their mysterious raid. A group had moved through the shadows of the capital, freeing countless souls who had spent years in chains. The slaves were released, the prostitutes unshackled from their misery, and for the first time in decades, the cries heard in the streets were not of pain, but of freedom.

No one could explain how it happened. The empire had just finished celebrating one of its grandest festivals—a night filled with lights, music, and drunken laughter. Yet, by dawn, the laughter turned into disbelief. The biggest slave market in the empire, along with numerous prostitution dens, had been attacked and destroyed. Chains lay scattered on the ground, cages left wide open, and the city guards found dead or missing. The streets that once smelled of perfume and blood now reeked of smoke and chaos.

Lord Cross, the noble infamous for his cruelty, was found dead in his own manor. The sight was grotesque—he was tied to the roof of his mansion with his pants down, his limp body dangling with his dick exposed for everyone to see. The servants and guards had vanished; not even a single soul was left behind. The man who once believed himself untouchable had died like an animal, humiliated before the entire capital.

At the slave market, the owner—once arrogant and smug—was now on his knees, trembling as he stared at the ruins of his life’s "work." Every single one of his slaves had been set free. His prized guard, a beastly man captured from the Demonic Forest who once tore through gladiators like paper, had vanished too. His bodyguards lay lifeless, their blood soaking the dirt. The man could only cry, screaming in disbelief, his tears mixing with the dust.

No one knew who did it. The attack had been too perfect, too silent, too calculated. Not even the imperial knights could find a lead. Whoever orchestrated it knew Rodonia’s system inside out—their movements, patrol routes, the timing of the festival—all of it. It was flawless. By the time the empire realized something had happened, it was already far too late.

***

Days later, we finally completed the relocation of all the freed slaves to the Kingdom of Elves. The once broken elves—those who had been beaten, used, and stripped of their dignity—were beginning to walk again under the open sky. Some still flinched at loud noises, others stared blankly at the horizon, as if unsure whether freedom was even real. But little by little, they were starting to live again.

"Well, it’s only natural they’re like this," Artemis said quietly beside me, her gaze fixed on the elves. "After years of being enslaved, you don’t just heal overnight. These aren’t wounds you can see. They’re the kind that stick inside, eating away at you. It might take weeks, months... maybe even forever before they recover."

I nodded slightly, squeezing her hand. "Yeah. The only thing we can do now is give them time... and hope they find their way again."

We stood together on a small hill overlooking the newly built settlement. The air smelled of fresh wood and grass, the sound of hammers echoing as the elves built their homes. Some were planting crops, others were helping the children laugh again. It was peaceful—fragile, but real.

"I think we’ve finally done it," I said quietly. "The thing we’ve been trying to achieve for so long."

Artemis smiled, her golden hair brushing against my shoulder as the wind blew. "Now the Elven Kingdom can finally rise again. It’ll become what it once was—beautiful, proud, and free."

"Yeah," I said. "The country of elves will finally return to what it was meant to be."

She turned to me, her eyes soft but full of emotion. "It’s all because of you, Leon. If it weren’t for you, none of this would’ve been possible. I’m glad I met you. I’m glad I trusted you with everything. So... would you let me stay by your side? To help you on your conquest?"

I looked at her for a moment before smiling faintly. "If that’s what you want..."

My hand slid to the back of her neck, pulling her gently toward me. Our lips met—soft at first, then deeper, hotter, our breaths mixing as the world around us faded. Her warmth, her scent, her heartbeat—it all blended into one.

I guided her down onto the bed, her clothes falling piece by piece as I leaned over her. "Then I’ll take you," I murmured against her ear, "into my conquest."

My lips trailed down her neck, slow and deliberate, tasting her skin as I licked along her collarbone. Her body trembled under me. Then I began sucking at her neck, harder, hungrier, leaving a mark—a hickey that would burn for days.

"Ahhh... Leon, you’re sucking so hard... Are you trying to make a mark that’ll never fade?" she whispered breathlessly.

"That’s the idea. You don’t like it?"

She shook her head, smiling through her blush. "No... do it harder. Leave it there forever. I’m yours now, right?"

She was. Completely mine. The chains that once bound her people were gone, and in their place was freedom. She had given herself to me, body and soul.

Just as I was about to continue, a knock suddenly came from the door.

We both froze and turned toward it.

"Oh my, you two didn’t even bother locking the door. Or even closing it. Are you that careless—or are you doing this on purpose?"

It was Solaris, leaning against the doorframe with that teasing smirk of hers.

"Well," I said with a grin, "we were kind of hoping someone might join. I mean, this is a celebration, right? We freed the elven slaves, rebuilt their home—it’s only fair that more of us celebrate."

"You’re unbelievable, Leon," Solaris said, shaking her head but smiling anyway. "But fine. I’m done with my duties for the day. Time to relieve a bit of stress."

She began undressing slowly, her tone playful and sultry. "Oh, and by the way—someone else decided to come along."

A figure stepped timidly from behind her, her face flushed, eyes avoiding mine. It was Clarett—the only elder elf I hadn’t fucked yet.