The World Is Mine For The Taking-Chapter 1099 - 168 - The Origin Of The Republic Of The Great Forest (2)
"First of all, I’ve got to thank you for agreeing to meet with me," Artemis said, her voice steady but not stiff. "As someone who will soon take on the role of leader, I was hoping—no, I wish—that you would be willing to guide me."
She didn’t look nervous, but there was something earnest in the way she stood. Her posture was straight, but not defensive. Her eyes were calm, not arrogant. She wasn’t posturing. She wasn’t demanding. She was asking.
And Agneis noticed that.
She didn’t brush Artemis off. She didn’t scoff or look away. Instead, she tilted her head slightly, as if reassessing her for the first time—not as Solaris’s daughter, not as an elf princess, but as someone genuinely standing at the edge of responsibility.
That alone said a lot.
It made sense, really. Artemis was going to become the Queen of the Elves once Solaris stepped down from the throne. It was inevitable. And while Solaris had ruled for years—long, exhausting years—Artemis would be the one to inherit everything that came with it. The burdens. The expectations. The mistakes waiting to happen.
If there was anyone who could offer perspective, it was Agneis. A queen who had ruled, fought, compromised, and survived long enough to still be standing.
Still, I hadn’t expected this to go anywhere.
At least, not with the Agneis I knew before.
The old Agneis would’ve laughed it off. Or snapped. Or outright refused. Especially considering who Artemis was related to. But the Agneis standing here now felt... different. Worn, maybe. Or wiser. Maybe both.
"Well, I don’t really mind at all," Agneis said after a moment, letting out a low chuckle. "Though I’ll admit, this is a bit of a surprise."
She shrugged, casual but thoughtful.
"I didn’t think someone like you would want advice from me—a dwarf—especially when it comes to leadership. And considering how ugly the relationship between our kingdoms has been these past few years..." She trailed off briefly, then finished with a dry smile. "Yeah. Didn’t think you’d even consider it."
"Well, I don’t really think the same way my mother does," Artemis replied without hesitation. There was no bitterness in her tone, no resentment—just honesty. "And whatever grudge the two of you share has nothing to do with me."
She paused, choosing her words carefully.
"As for the bad blood between our kingdoms... I think it’s better if we let bygones be bygones, don’t you?" Artemis continued. "Dragging old conflicts forward doesn’t help anyone. And besides—" she added, her gaze steady, "we’re going to be under one banner soon. Wouldn’t it make more sense if we actually acted like it?"
Agneis didn’t answer right away.
Instead, she smiled.
Not a mocking smile. Not a bitter one. It was slow and genuine, the kind that came from being unexpectedly impressed.
"Well," she said, "I suppose you’re right."
She exhaled softly, as if letting something old go.
"To be honest, most of the fighting between Solaris and me was nothing more than two stubborn old women bickering," Agneis admitted. "It never should’ve dragged our kingdoms into each other’s throats. That was just our clashing personalities spiraling out of control."
She looked directly at Artemis then, studying her face, her expression, the quiet confidence behind her eyes.
"Seeing her heir in person, though?" Agneis continued. "I can say this much—I’m not worried about the future of the Elven Kingdom at all."
She snorted lightly.
"You’ll probably make it far more prosperous than that deadbeat of a mother of yours."
That was harsh. Even I thought so.
Solaris wasn’t perfect, sure, but calling her a deadbeat felt unfair. She did everything she could to keep her kingdom afloat, especially when resources were stretched thin and alliances were fragile. She carried that weight for years.
And now she was finally stepping down, handing the throne to Artemis—someone she had personally trained, molded, and prepared for this very moment.
"So," Agneis said, shifting her stance, crossing her arms loosely, "what else did you want to talk about?"
There it was.
"If you would permit..." Artemis said, then glanced at me.
Just for a moment.
"I want you to have sex with Leon."
The silence that followed was sharp.
Agneis’s eyes widened—not dramatically, but enough to show genuine surprise. Her mouth parted slightly, as if the words needed an extra second to settle.
Then—
She smirked.
Wide. Slow. Knowing.
"Well," she said, voice amused, "it’s not like I’d be against that."
She tilted her head again, studying Artemis carefully now.
"But that can’t be the only thing you’re asking, right?" Agneis continued. "Having sex with him isn’t exactly a hurdle. You’ve got something more in mind, don’t you?"
Artemis didn’t hesitate.
"I want you to have sex with him," she said again, calm and clear, "together with me, Trill, and Kali."
Agneis looked at me then. Really looked at me.
Not appraising. Not judging. Just... assessing.
Then she leaned back slightly, thinking.
"Don’t you think that’s a bit unfair?" she asked. "All of you are princesses. And there’s quite a gap between our ages. I’m basically the same age as your mother."
She raised a brow.
"And you want me joining you young’uns in that?"
"I don’t think you’re that old," Artemis replied evenly. "And age is subjective here. I may still look young, but I’m already decades old."
Agneis blinked, then laughed softly.
"Well... that’s fair."
She nodded once.
"So what’s the real reason?" Agneis asked. "What’s the actual plan?"
"The true unification of our countries," Artemis answered.
Her voice didn’t waver.
"Wouldn’t it be fitting if the princesses of each nation—and a queen—sealed that unification through our bodies?" she continued. "With Leon as the medium. I think it would be a clear sign that we all genuinely agree to this union."
Honestly?
She wasn’t wrong.
Unification through sex felt raw, honest, and direct. No treaties. No hidden clauses. Just understanding each other the most basic way possible—through our bodies.
Was I on board?
Hell yes.
If I got to fuck pussies from different races, who the hell was I to complain? It wasn’t like this was going to be a difficult task.
Agneis caught my expression and chuckled.
"Well," she said, "it seems like Leon’s already warming up to the idea."
She straightened slightly.
"In that case," she added, smiling, "I’m on board."
She paused.
"So—when do we start?"
