The Isekai Milf harem!-Chapter 63 - 2) The Chief’s wife

[Name: Elena]

[Level: 14]

[Bloodline: Ancient god’s bloodline (Supressed)]

[Stats:

Str- 120

Agl-160

End-240

Spirit- 120

Mana- Sealed ]

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[Name: Nana]

[Level: 5 ]

[Bloodline of an ancient god (suppressed ) ]

[Stats:

Strength- 60

Agl- 40

Endurance-82

Spirit-40

Mana-sealed ]

What are these stats and levels... They are pitiful.

...

[Ding! You have learned about the curse of Fairy Zuzu, would you like to know more]

[Yes!] [No!]

This time a white window opened in front of him.

The status window given by the demon of contract.

Curse of Fairy Zuzu?

What could it be?

But when did I learn about it?

Could it be these levels?

Without any further thoughts, he pressed yes.

After that, his consciousness was transported somewhere else.

...

He opened his eyes in a dreamscape of pale blue twilight.

He stood in a meadow of silver grass, under a shattered moon.

Profound, magical almost ethereal butterflies fluttered around him, glowing faintly like broken will-o’-the-wisps.

In the distance, a lone figure danced barefoot, her dress flowing like mist.

A childish giggle echoed through the air.

"So... someone finally asked about me?"

The voice was soft, playful, and dangerous.

From behind a tree stepped a beautiful maiden, barefoot, with long silver hair and eyes like gleaming pearls.

Her beauty was unnatural, like a doll carved from moonlight and madness, donned in fairy silk protecting her jade body from the impure eyes of the world.

Her silver hair floated like drifting mist, her bare feet brushing the silver grass without a sound.

The maiden stopped dancing.

She turned to Alan with a smile that did not belong in any sane world, beautiful, soft, but... fractured.

As though joy and grief coexisted in her heart for too long.

"Fairy Zuzu!?" Alan muttered, instinctively understanding her identity.

She giggled again.

"So cold... You don’t even offer tea to your guest?"

She twirled once, and the very air shifted.

The sky bled a second moon.

The butterflies scattered like shards of starlight.

Then her voice lowered.

"You wish to know about the curse? Is it related to girls? Hahaha, is this all you men want?... You must be the new contract of that demon, hmm,"

She didn’t wait for a reply.

"Long ago... when gods still bled, there was a war,"

Zuzu raised her hand, and in the twilight, phantoms formed, two towering figures.

One clad in divine armor of obsidian flame, bearing a reality-breaking staff. The other was wrapped in the chaotic void, wielding a blade of nothingness, cutting even causality as it moved.

It seems to be the battle between the Xestodev and an unknown god.

"They fought for the fate of the realms. For a prize, no one remembers in the current era..."

Her pearl-like eyes fixed on him.

A soft breeze stirred, her silver dress fluttering like a dying star.

"The one named Xestodev managed to kill the demon god of destruction but was killed in the process... In the fight between two strong, the one that suffers are the weak...

There was me, a helpless soul, I had a marriage alliance with the demon lord, I was a virgin sacrifice offered by my people for protection yet, I became an unmarried widow before anything even happened.

I never truly understood my life purpose and life goal, I was young, unknown of the world, unknown of danger, my mind was shattered knowing the man I was supposed to spend my eternity was killed, I couldn’t help but feel deep agony and hatred.

Then I heard a voice... The voice that offered me vengeance, without a second thought I accepted the voice as the last means of salvation...

I, too made a contract with the demon, the strongest demon, the demon of contract gaining unfathomable magical ability, but the one I wanted to seek revenge on was already dead so, in a blind rage, I cursed his wives and concubines making sure all his descendent could never be powerful..."

"But... What now? My contract was never fulfilled, this is the third time a person has come here to ask for the curse, haha, sad to break it to you but there is no cure... All the descendants of Xestodev will forever remain weak,"

She said.

"Since you got your answer, you may leave... Just close your eyes and you will be teleported Into reality," She said while magically summoning, teapots, cups, chairs, and a table.

"Or you can have the tea and leave, worry not, it’s not poisoned,"

...

Alan looked at her, and for the first time, truly saw her not as a phantom of the past, but as a celestial beauty whose presence defied reason itself.

Fairy Zuzu sat beside the summoned tea set, her back straight, posture as elegant as a phoenix resting upon a divine perch.

Her hair, cascading past her waist like a silver waterfall under the moonlight, shimmered with the soft luster of stardust. Each strand moved as if carried by the breath of nature itself, gently drifting, never settling. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

It framed her face, where willow-like brows arched gracefully above pearl-clear eyes, deep and endless, reflecting both madness and melancholy.

Her lips, lightly curved in a mocking smile, were the color of spring cherries, tempting and soft, yet dangerous like forbidden fruit.

Her neck, swan-like and fair, led down to delicate jade skin that seemed sculpted from divine essence. It held the smoothness of polished silk and the cool glow of moon-kissed snow.

The robes she wore were woven from fairy silk finer than any mortal weave, hugged her peach-like curves, wrapping gently around her willow-thin waist that could be grasped with a single hand. She moved with the grace of a divine crane gliding across clouds.

Her bosom, high and proud, rose and fell with each breath, neither exaggerated nor lacking, balanced like the cosmos, enough to stir even the most indifferent god.

When she sat, her round hips pressed into the cushioned chair like a lazy fox curling into the snow, perfectly proportioned to her slender frame, exuding both innocence and seduction.

Her legs, long and smooth, were half-revealed beneath the sheer hem of her robe, and when she shifted, Alan caught the sight of her lotus feet.

Bare, flawless, and dustless, as if the earth itself refused to dirty them.

Her toenails gleamed faintly like divine crystal, each step she made earlier leaving behind a fading glow upon the silver grass.

Altogether, she wasn’t merely beautiful.

She was a forbidden vision, the perfected fusion of divine elegance and eldritch madness.

A peak beauty in human form, a fairy that once danced at the edge of the world, now bound by vengeance, sipping tea like an immortal who’d grown weary of heaven.

Alan swallowed.

Not from fear.

But from the subtle, terrifying realization...

This woman could destroy nations with just a smile.

And yet... she looked so lonely.

It’s all that nigga demon lord’s fault, who told him to go die when he could have a wife like her?

A sacrifice nonetheless.

Perhaps the world is truly meant to be ruled through tyranny, so, you can have all beautiful women as your wives and concubines.

Why be a peaceful hermit when you can be a cruel emperor?

But the demon of contract made a contract with her?

The saintess of fate said something like demon only chooses the one with primordial origin.

Could she too?

Alan looked around... He could feel he had no mana or powers.

Could it be dream world?

Is her ability related to curse and dreams?

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