The Monster King's Legacy-Chapter 154: Building the Temple

"Let me take care of you tonight."

Lance placed his hand over Lia, his gaze softening. "Lia... between you and me, there's no reason to be so cautious and formal. You know that, right? If you want me, just say it." Lance said.

She smiled, her eyes shimmering with affection as her face became flustered a bit. "Ok."

Their lips met in a gentle kiss, the world around them fading away almost instantly. Lia's hands slid up to Lance's shoulders as she deepened the kiss, her body pressing against his. Lance responded, his arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her closer.

The kiss grew more passionate, their breaths mingling as they lost themselves in each other. Lia's fingers worked at the fastenings of Lance's clothes starting from the top, sliding it off to reveal his toned physique.

"Even stronger than I remember," she murmured, her voice tinged with admiration.

Lance chuckled, his hands trailing down her back. "You've always had that effect on me."

"You've grown so much," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "But you're still the same Lance I know."

"And you're still the same Lia who keeps me grounded," he replied, his tone filled with love.

Their intimacy deepened as clothes fell away, their touches growing more tender yet fervent. Lia's soft gasps filled the room as Lance explored every curve of her body, his hands and lips worshiping her with unspoken devotion.

They soon had to move to the bed, their bodies entwined as they shared a moment of pure connection. Lia's fingers traced patterns along Lance's skin, her touch both soothing and electrifying as she struggled to stay afloat.

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Their passion reached its peak, their movements synchronized as they gave themselves fully to each other, Lance showing Lia a new side of him and the pleasure he could bring her.

Unlike Rynne, Lia couldn't last as long, or more like she knew when to retreat and live to go harder another day.

As they lay together afterward, the world seemed still, the only sound their steady breathing. Lia rested her head on Lance's chest, her fingers idly tracing the lines of his muscles.

"Thank you," she murmured, her voice barely audible.

"For what?" Lance asked, his hand stroking her hair.

"For being you," she said simply. "And for letting me be a part of this journey with you."

Lance kissed the top of her head, his golden eyes gazing at the ceiling. "I wouldn't have done all this without you, Lia. Without all of you."

She smiled, her eyes closing as she nestled closer to him. "We'll always be here, Lance. No matter what."

…

Some weeks passed by, and now the grand council chamber was buzzing with activity as Lance stood before a massive table covered in blueprints, sketches, and notes. The temple dedicated to the dragon god was no ordinary undertaking, it was a symbol of unity, faith, and power. Around the table, dwarven and goblin architects, orc engineers, beastkin labour coordinators, and a handful of dwarven blacksmiths debated fervently over the details of the design.

At the head of the table, Aelyndra leaned forward, her golden eyes scanning the sketches with a critical gaze. "This won't do," she said, pointing to the central spire. "The dragons' culture values symmetry and fluidity. This spire is far too jagged, it doesn't reflect the elegance of the dragons' essence."

The goblin architect, a stout and meticulous individual named Grik, frowned. "It's meant to be imposing, Lady Aelyndra. To show the strength of our kingdom."

Aelyndra shook her head, her voice firm but patient. "Strength can be shown in grace. The dragon god isn't just a symbol of power but of balance and unity. We need to reflect that in every aspect of this temple."

Lance, standing beside her, nodded in agreement. "She's right. This temple isn't just for us, it's a testament to our bond with the dragons. It needs to honor their traditions while representing our own. We'll have to adhere to Aelyndra's advises."

"We can also incorporate elements of our collective traditions in the interior. The temple may include space for both traditional dragon ceremonies and that for rites and rituals of the other races."

Aelyndra nodded, "I don't see any issue there."

The architects and engineers exchanged glances before nodding. "We'll rework the designs," Their tone resolute.

…

Once the designs were finalized, the construction began in earnest.

The site chosen for the temple was a sprawling hill at the heart of the monster capital, offering a clear view of the entire city. The hill itself was leveled and fortified, with teams of goblins, orcs, and ogres working tirelessly to lay the foundation.

Kaeli worked with them and oversaw the crafting of the temple's intricate details.

"We're going to need more material," Kaeli muttered as she inspected the progress. Turning to a nearby dwarven craftsman, she grinned. "Think you can convince your guild to send us more steel for lower cost?"

The dwarf smirked, stroking his beard. "For a project like this? Consider it done."

…

As time passed, the temple began to take shape, its towering spires reaching toward the skies when looking from its base, a grand structure that stood like a titan amongst the rest of the infrastructure around it.

Aelyndra, who had taken on the role of cultural advisor, worked closely with Mira and Lia to ensure the spiritual elements of the temple were flawless.

"This altar," Aelyndra said, gesturing to the centerpiece of the main chamber, "needs to be imbued with magic. It's not just a symbol, it should be more like a conduit."

Lia nodded, her hands tracing the carvings on the altar. "I'll work with our mages to ensure it's done correctly. We'll weave goblin blessings into the enchantments as well."

Mira added, "All make plans so that this will be a place of healing and hope for everyone who enters."

…

As the weeks turned into months, the temple neared completion. Workers from all races labored side by side, their shared goal fostering a sense of camaraderie and mutual respect.

One evening, as the sun set over the nearly finished structure, Lance stood at the top of the temple's steps, looking out over the city. Aelyndra joined him, her golden eyes reflecting the fiery hues of the sunset.

"It's beautiful," she said softly.

Lance nodded. "It is. Things have been going well so far. Perhaps, time is coming for me to rest and enjoy these things." Lance said, more to himself than anything.

'It's so strange.' He thought to himself, looking at the sunset. 'Out of nowhere, this world threw the demon lord event at me, and if I hadn't been proactive with making connections with the other races near my goblin tribe, I really would have died a long time ago… now I'm powerful enough to have fought in those very frontlines against the demon lord himself. It's so abrupt, I guess.' He thought to himself.

His reasoning was quite straight forward. If he had already lived past the demon lord invasion and it was taken care of, was this his queue to enjoy a rather easy life in this world? Or did this mean more trouble would arise in the future?