From Slave to King: My Rebate System Built Me a Kingdom With Beauties!-Chapter 216: Expulsion And...!

Byung was sent back home without warning or ceremony—one moment standing before the impossibly ancient figure in the prison’s depths, the next lying on his back staring up at an unfamiliar sky with no transition between. He was sent alongside the dark elf, both of them ejected from that cursed place like debris expelled from a wound. But he could not recall anything that had occurred within the prison—not the descent into madness, not the battles, not Velara, not the coupling that had granted him her abilities, not even the old man who had appeared impossibly in sealed corridors.

The magic he had acquired helped protect his mind from complete dissolution, the memory protection skill still active and functional. But there was no way for it to withstand the focused power of the first elf when directed with deliberate intent to erase. Whatever that ancient being had done, it had stripped away everything that happened inside those walls, leaving only the vaguest sense of time lost and confusion.

Byung woke up disoriented, his body aching in ways he couldn’t explain, lying in grass that felt too soft after stone floors his conscious mind didn’t remember. An elf lay beside him, wearing clothes that seemed hastily arranged. But he had no idea where he was, completely lost in the middle of nowhere in an unfamiliar location that bore no resemblance to anywhere he’d been before.

He sat up quickly, instincts screaming danger despite the peaceful surroundings. Byung looked around with growing panic—dense forest surrounded them, sunlight filtering through the trees, the sound of a stream nearby. His mind was blank regarding how he’d gotten here, what had happened, why this elf was with him.

He looked to his left and saw the baffled elf staring at him with a wide smile spreading across her face, an expression of pure joy and disbelief mixing in features that seemed designed for colder expressions. Unlike Byung, she remembered every single thing—the prison, their encounters, the absorption of her powers, the old man’s appearance. She wasn’t the focus of the memory-erasure spell, merely caught in its peripheral effect, which meant her recollections remained intact and vivid.

Velara had no idea how this was possible—how they’d been released, why the first elf had let them go, what cosmic forces had aligned to make this happen. But it didn’t matter in this moment. She was free. Actually, genuinely free for the first time in centuries. No walls, no curse, no endless maze of stone corridors. Just open air and infinite possibility.

Byung immediately saw her staring at him and recoiled instinctively at her presence, scrambling backward through the grass. The last thing he remembered clearly was fighting an elf that overwhelmed him with magic, and then... then appearing here. To his fragmented understanding, this was where he had been teleported, not some elven prison or holding area. And as such, this elf in front of him must be an enemy, one of his captors, someone dangerous.

The dark elf had no way of immediately telling that Byung had lost his memory from all the time they were together, no indication that the hours of intimacy and conversation had been completely erased from his consciousness. She moved toward him with genuine happiness and hugged him tightly, arms wrapping around his torso with strength that crushed the air from his lungs.

"You did it!" she screamed, her voice carrying pure elation. "You actually did it! We’re out!"

Byung was utterly confused about what she meant by this, his mind unable to process her words or the familiarity with which she touched him. Her enormous breasts pushed against his chest through the thin robe, soft and warm that made his body respond despite his mental confusion.

Byung quickly pushed her away with more force than necessary, creating distance between them as his hands moved toward his weapons. But then he heard it—the sound of approach. Three prominent horses, their hooves thundering across ground in the distance, getting closer with each passing second. The first thought that came to his mind was reinforcement. This elf must not be alone—she’d called for backup, and now he was about to be surrounded and captured properly.

The dark elf noticed this strange defensive mannerism, the way he looked at her with no recognition whatsoever, and then it hit her with the force of revelation. If Byung couldn’t recall her—if the first elf’s power had erased their shared experiences completely—then she had been given something precious: a second chance at a first impression. An opportunity to reshape their relationship.

Byung wondered where his armor had disappeared to, looking down at his body to find himself wearing simple clothing instead of the dwarven-crafted protection he vaguely remembered having. But also, something felt fundamentally different about his body in ways he couldn’t articulate—stronger, more aware, connected to energies he’d never perceived before. The changes were there but without context to understand them.

The dark elf knew everything about him now—his settlement, his relationship with Maui, his purpose, the dwarf’s plans, his resurrection ability, every secret she’d extracted during their time together. This knowledge was power, and she intended to use it carefully.

She cast a spell immediately, her hands weaving patterns in the air as corrupted mana flowed through gestures learned over centuries. The magic settled over her like an invisible cloak, bending light and perception to hide her from the eyes of other elves.

The spell was sophisticated, designed specifically to fool elven scrying and direct observation. But with this spell active, maintaining its complex structure, she couldn’t conjure up any other spells in the meantime—all her focus was dedicated to remaining unseen.

Byung pulled out his bone dagger and got into a combat stance, preparing to fight whatever was coming. His muscles tensed, his evolved body ready to move with speed and violence despite not understanding the full extent of his current capabilities.

But to his utmost surprise, when the three horses finally emerged from the tree line and came into view, they weren’t carrying elven warriors or human soldiers. The riders were orcs—massive, powerful, unmistakably female based on their builds and the way their armor was fitted. And not just any orcs.

These were Urgar’s daughters. Kraghul’s sisters. And they were heading straight toward him with expressions that showed clear confusion because what was a goblin doing this far out. No, why did it look so different?

Velara watched from her invisible vantage point, hidden from sight.