This is a detailed version of Episode 259, “Resolution of Dissonance Part 2.”
“Shall we begin with introductions? Even if it feels a bit late, let’s all take this seriously, okay? ♪”
Selen takes the lead.
She places her hand over her chest.
“Let me start. I’m Selen from the Afilum Empire, a half-elf. Technically, my clan lineage falls under the Deep Green series, but don’t worry about that. As a female slave, I’ll be second in line♪”
Then she gestures to Apple beside her.
Apple shows a moment of surprise, glances at me, and then gathers herself with a determined expression.
“I’m Apple. My clan lineage is Purple, and as you can see, I’m also a half-elf. I don’t remember it myself, but I seem to have been the first female slave. Please take care of me.”
“Didn’t remember…?”
“What do you mean?”
Sharon and Almeida raise their eyebrows.
“Oh, this is getting interesting,” Tetes says.
“Don’t get involved, Tetes-chan,” Naris warns as she tries to hold Tetes back from leaning forward.
“Ahh…”
Apple flinches for a moment, but—
“Before Mr. Andy returned, I suffered life-threatening injuries in a conflict with the North and lost my memory. However, it is true that this child was indeed the first female slave.”
Selen smoothly covers up the gap.
Eilina clears her throat.
“While I can’t apologize for that… it’s a fact confirmed during the Clan Council meeting. Apple remained in a coma for years, was revived by Lord Hilda, and subsequently lost her memory—”
“Is that so?”
”…Well, conflicts arise everywhere. It’s not surprising.”
Sharon and Almeida seem to accept this explanation.
“Now then, shouldn’t it be Diane’s turn next?”
Prompted by Eilina, Diane stands up.
“I’m Diane, daughter of Ashton from the Southern Desert, a dark elf. As everyone knows, I’m clumsy, but I intend to become Andy’s wife.”
Tetes interjects immediately.
“She’s not even a female slave, is she?”
”…Yes. We never entered into such an agreement.”
“Isn’t that a disadvantage compared to the others?”
“I’ve never felt restricted in any way. Besides, I have no intention of enslaving myself or being enslaved. I simply wish to love Andy equally and on my own terms.”
Diane declares this with confidence.
…Indeed, she was the only one who never once desired a collar.
Yet, given that such an arrangement is more common than rare, she stands out as truly unique.
“I see, so there’s room for that kind of situation here too…”
“I’ve been wondering about this for a while now—what is Tetes doing? And Christie too.”
“Eh? Well, it’s fascinating, isn’t it? Such an impressive gathering!”
At my interjection, Tetes made a face as if to say, “I have no idea why you’d ask such a thing.” What guts. No matter how you look at it, this is a total mismatch.
“Besides, there’s nothing more relaxing or entertaining than observing the tangled web of another person’s illicit passions.”
“Tetes-chan, try to keep your teeth and clothes in check!”
At sixteen, she already possesses such audacity. Truly terrifying.
Then I turned my gaze toward Christie.
”…B-but Mr. Smaysen sometimes tries to impregnate people, doesn’t he?”
“At least say ‘sex’!”
“In that sense, it’s not entirely unreasonable for us to be here… considering the possibility of childbirth…”
“Have some self-awareness about your own position!”
“B-but mostly, it’s Mr. Smaysen’s fault for so boldly attaching a collar to Irina! Even just the Sky Princess alone could become a diplomatic issue, yet he’s a clan leader and also…”
“I am not small because I am young!”
This is getting ridiculous.
”…Um, well… since we’re all here, I assume everyone agrees that they consent to being impregnated by Andy.”
Selen began summarizing the situation with a serious expression.
“Is that okay?”
Christie paused for a few seconds.
”…W-well…”
“Not okay?”
“No… um, well… if Mr. Smaysen is feeling inclined, I wouldn’t object too strongly…”
“Does being a female slave matter to you?”
Selen. I don’t think that’s something you need to confirm. ”…Well, um… it certainly doesn’t seem like we can make this a proper marriage.”
Christie reluctantly tried to give her approval while putting on an air of reluctance.
Then Tetes chimed in with a teasing remark.
“You’re fully prepared to be made into a female slave, aren’t you?”
”!! N-no, it’s not quite like that…”
“From what I can see, you look nothing more than a widow who has smoothly taken up an affair—sensei♪”
“H-hold on, Tetes-san! Don’t say such strange things!”
By the way, Tetes and Christie seem to have a master-disciple relationship of sorts. …Though it’s clear that Tetes holds all the psychological upper hand.
Next, Anzeros stood up. He seemed to hesitate for a moment, considering the atmosphere in the room, but ultimately raised his fist firmly against his chest and announced himself properly.
“Special Operations Unit Diane, directly under Celesta Army Command. I am Anzoros, captain of the escort infantry. I’ve known Andi for about eight years.” His introduction was impeccably formal for an official setting… yet.
“Hmm. Among our side, only Almeida and Princess Glory come to mind when someone mentions rank or status like that.” Elenia pointed out.
…Indeed, terms like “Army” or “Captain of Ten” hold no connection whatsoever to Fennel and her daughters. Thus, the first half of his statement is entirely meaningless.
“Anzoros… based on your origin, please state it again.” When I prompted him, Anzoros formed a pout but repeated his introduction.
“I am Anzoros, daughter of Linda Neumann from the White Clan and native of the capital city of Trot.” Ah… Fennel’s four daughters nodded in acknowledgment.
“I’ve met Mr. Aaron before… His archery skills were on par with my father’s.”
“Wow, that’s impressive!” Lorrie exclaimed, causing Sebori to widen her eyes.
Perhaps he is quite a master after all.
“Well, since both my parents were adventurers of sorts…” …Upon reflection, it does sound like the kind of story they would tell. That makes sense. Even for elves, venturing outside requires at least reaching a level capable of challenging places like the Holy Beast Dungeon; otherwise, family members would surely worry. And if Lorrie’s father could stand up to such dangers, he might indeed be quite formidable.
”…Well, just so you know, the Lorries belong to a warrior-class family.” Oregano added as an afterthought. …Eh?
“Warrior class…”
“Hmm. It refers to families among humans who are akin to nobles or knights—those ready to take the lead in battle when needed. Though they don’t boast as much as you might think.”
“Lorrie is actually quite strong. At least among us, she has the most training in martial arts.”
Elenia and Oregano explained once more.
However, Lorrie herself looked troubled—more so than that.
“That’s not something I can live up to… I haven’t trained seriously, so my skills aren’t enough to fight monsters. I can only manage basic self-defense—enough to avoid being easily grabbed by a man.”
“Really? Could you spar with me using swords?”
Anzoros seemed delighted and pressed forward eagerly, but Lorrie shook her head nervously.
“No way. I can barely do anything beyond self-defense… Just enough to not be easily overpowered if someone tries to grab me.”
“I see… So you’re about Jeanne’s level, then?”
“I’m stronger than that! I can take down monsters!”
Jeanne countered Anzoros’ remark.
Well, she does have some track record. Yes.
“Hmph. Don’t push your luck. You’re not in a condition to get injured.”
”…W-well, I wouldn’t seek out battles on my own anyway. Besides, I can’t jump and leap around like Anzoros does.”
“That’s perfect. Jeanne and Peter will be protected by me, Lyra, and the others.” Anzoros pats Jeanne affectionately, treating her like a little sister—though in reality, she’s just barely older than him.
Next up is Aurora.
Unlike Anzoros, she doesn’t act stiff or overly formal. True to her image as an elf princess, she gracefully lifts the hem of her dress and bows elegantly.
“I am Aurora, daughter of Diore, the Sky-Colored Clan Leader… a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”
“Well, I suppose there’s no one here who doesn’t know you,” replies Ielina. As expected, Aurora is well-known among the counter team as well.
“Selen mentioned that it was too late to say anything now, so I should take this seriously…”
“Indeed, you’re impressive.”
Clapping her hands in praise, Selen commends Aurora warmly.
“Why would someone like you choose to become a female slave to your master?” asks Fennel and Sebory in unison.
“I’m genuinely curious about that,” adds Fenner.
“Ever since I first saw the depth of Master Andi’s character…” Aurora begins smoothly—until Anzoros grabs her shoulder.
“Are you skipping over the misunderstanding regarding General Lucas or something like that?”
“It’s not a trivial matter, is it?”
“I have to admit, it’s quite difficult to bring myself to say that. While Master Andi did suffer severe injuries, including having his foot cut off, he ultimately couldn’t win… yet…”
“Yes, but in truth, Master Andi possessed the qualities of a true hero far surpassing my brother, so everything is fine♪”
Even I find this strong defense somewhat awkward.
However, what caught the counter team’s interest was something else entirely.
“His foot was cut off!?”
“D-Did your master actually have his foot severed!? By that southern nobleman!?”
Sebory and Oregano immediately latch onto the topic.
…Ah, right. I vaguely recall being somewhat disabled for quite some time, but by the time we started dealing with Elf territory, my leg had fully healed.
”…So you endured such hardships?” asks Selen solemnly.
“Eh? I didn’t know… Is this something that happened recently?”
I see. Even Ielina and Kristie weren’t aware of it.
“By the way, I seem to remember something similar happening…” Luna looks troubled. After all, during our first meeting, she had to perform emergency magical treatment on me and force us into intimacy despite my condition.
It’s surprising that so many members are unaware of this major injury.
“From about here on my left leg… it was a rather sudden and painful incident. Honestly, it was the most critical moment I’ve ever faced.”
“Yet you still fought back, Master Andi. To protect both me and Mr. Anzoros♪”
As I explain, Selen adds thoughtfully, while Apple also appears deeply interested.
This girl doesn’t seem to realize that even though I’m dragging her leg, she has no idea what caused the injury. Oh right. “And it was Diane who bound her leg, and with Polka’s Sacred Spring, I healed her completely.” Clang! Hilada sets down her cup and stands up. “So, I’m Diane’s older sister and Doctor Hilada. Having worked at the forefront of southern medicine for hundreds of years, I’ve seen every kind of injury and disease imaginable♪ My hobby is… well, let’s just say it’s something a bit risqué. Nice to meet you all☆” Too honest. And she’s completely melted into the role of female slave. …Well, I’ve mostly given up on that lately. But someday, I really need to have a proper conversation with her.
“Hmph. By now, everyone should know who I am. I am Lyra of the Desert, Black Dragon and pet of Andy Smithson.”
”…Mia. Blue Dragon. I’m also his pet.”
Lyra and Mia, riding the wave of that stunned silence, quickly finish their self-introductions.
…Dragons bound by contracts of power should probably have more elaborate titles than just “pet,” but maybe it’s fine as is.
“And I’m Jeanne, a dwarf who gave birth to Andy’s first child.”
”…Luna Basil. Granddaughter of the leader of the cat-beast colony that Andy occupied.”
“Occupied…!?”
In an atmosphere where everyone was already rushing through introductions, Luna’s words brought everything to a sudden halt.
By the way, Tetes looked particularly surprised. She always times her reactions perfectly.
”…Occupied. There’s a colony where Andy impregnated almost everyone himself.”
As Luna calmly stated this, murmurs rippled through the room.
”…So that’s what happened there…”
Naris holds his head in his hands.
And the girls, who know little about cat-beast colonies, fall into an unnecessarily praising tone of “as expected.”
“Well, if he’s a lust demon like this, it’s not surprising…”
“They say cat-beasts have intense heat cycles, but for him to impregnate so many people…”
Almeida and Christie exchange expressions of awe mixed with disbelief.
…Since the fact is that there was no mixing involved, I can’t really bring up Tea either.
But it’s not like everyone was affected. Mostly young ones, up to maybe their thirties. Older women are out of range anyway.
“Well then, shall we move on to Captain Sharon or Lady Ailina?”
Tetes tries to smoothly transition the conversation, but everyone’s gaze stops her from passing it directly to Sharon or Ailina.
Their eyes are fixed on Tetes and Naris.
”…Eh? What?”
“The seating order could remain as is, but I feel compelled to inquire about you two.”
Ailina explains the meaning behind their stares.
“Not only why you’re here, but also your backgrounds are somewhat concerning, so at least let us know those details.”
…For Oregano and the others, these two are indeed quite mysterious figures.
“Eh, eh… Naris-chan, go ahead. You’re qualified anyway, right?”
“What do you mean ‘qualified’?! Ah—well… My name is Naris. I’m from the Southern Great Plains. As for my clan? No idea. When I was a child, our entire forest was burned to ash in the Fire Dragon War.”
“That’s…”
“But surely, someone could look into your background now that we’re in the south?”
Fennel and the others stared at Naris, stunned. “Looking it up won’t change anything anymore, you know. Even if they found out my lineage, who’d pay me for it?” Naris shrugged.
…Though she was joking, there was no mistaking the defiance in her words—a rebellion against the clan-based and bloodline-obsessed culture of elf society. For someone like Naris, forced to carve out a life outside those rigid traditions, recovering even a distant seat in her vanished family’s legacy would mean little.
“So, I’m Tetes Marey. Daughter of a noble branch from Renfangas, and don’t get me wrong—I’m pretty strong too! Also, despite being one of the Ten Leaders of the Smaysion, I have no romantic relationship with anyone.” Tetes blew away the heavy tension with her light-hearted tone.
…Wait, so “Tetes Buster” wasn’t her real name? The Marey side has that kind of setup after all.
“Why are you asking about your master here?” Sebori asked.
Tetes replied with a gentle smile—one tinged just slightly with something unsettling.
“Well, this group seems like it might have some interesting stories to share♪”
”…Haa.”
Sebori and the others looked confused, unable to read her intent. But those who knew Tetes’ true identity as an intelligence officer could only sigh in bitter amusement. Of course, from an intel perspective, she’d seem like a treasure trove of “interesting stories”—with two dragons and the children of powerful figures wandering around so freely.
Still, whether she actually had anything truly amusing to say remained unclear. …Even now, questions occasionally surfaced: Why did things end up like this?
“Affilm’s Duchy of Renu… deep-green clan origin, Almeida. Though technically exiled from the clan… well, you can see her combat prowess for yourself. Don’t expect witty remarks.” Almeida stomped her iron staff against the floor, threatening everyone around her with a clatter.
“Why did you get that collar on?” someone asked. Sebori stepped in before she could press further. Christie and Ielina exchanged weary smiles. Almeida’s face turned red.
“Doesn’t matter what it was.”
But Selen called her out.
“No, Almeida. This gathering is meant for us to get to know each other better. Trying to hide things because you’re embarrassed isn’t a good idea.”
”…”
Almeida made a bitter face.
”…Do you want me to speak? You really seem eager to expose my shameful past, Selen.”
“Shameful…?”
“Yes, it was shameful. I admit it. So please, don’t dig into it if you can help it.”
Almeida insisted.
But— “If you hate it so much, just take off the collar. Andy will give you one, but he shouldn’t be forcing most people to keep wearing it, right?”
Hilda pointed this out.
“That’s…”
“What made you decide to accept Andy’s little member? What prompted you to want to express your feelings openly? …It seems strange to question someone who confidently walks around claiming to have become Andy’s erotic slave.”
“Eh…?”
“Well, if you just admit that you simply couldn’t resist his little member and gave in completely…”
“You’re pushing me too far before revealing everything!”
Hilda appeared to be lecturing indirectly, but she was actually being ruthless.
Next came Sharon. Unlike Almeida, she showed no hesitation at all. “Sharon, the youngest of the Arcus ruling family, the glorious lineage… Mr. Smaysion is someone who enlightened my ignorance, and furthermore, someone who repeatedly demonstrated through actions that I am attractive as a woman. While I cannot deny that he has many women in his service and possesses the reputation in the forest for ‘captivating women with his stamina and skills,’ he was far more generous and wonderful than I expected♪” Sharon looked utterly enchanted.
As if continuing her words, Kristie moved on to introduce herself. “I am Kristie, representing the Sakura clan. My first encounter with Mr. Smaysion… well, it was an accidental erotic situation caused by mistakenly serving him tea made from Kanetsuki grass. …His honesty and love, which ignored both good and bad aspects of one’s origins, were… somehow… incredibly… pleasurable…♪” Kristie looked equally entranced.
With a shrug, watching the two enchanted women lost in their own worlds, Irina spoke. “Women whose feminine side takes longer to ignite tend to be a bit too intense.” She said it as though it had nothing to do with them.
Everyone almost chuckled off her slight teasing, but Kristie quickly retorted, regaining her composure.
“You say that? You, Irina, who was a 150-year-old virgin!”
“Eh!?”
At that moment, everyone remembered: among the members present, Irina was definitely part of the older group. Only the Dark Elf sisters, Leila, and Kristie were unquestionably older than her. The fact that she wore a collar with such joy was truly the definition of “Don’t talk to me about that.”
Finally came the four daughters introducing themselves.
“I am Fennel, the youngest of the Silver branch… I wish to continue receiving your master’s favor in the future.”
“And I’m Oregano from the Gold branch too! My joy is being played with by my master according to his carnal desires!”
“Oregano, calm down a bit… I’m Cebollia from the Gold branch. Well, maybe it’s okay if I get trained for one or two babies.”
”…Laurel… My master taught me so many erotic things.”
So many charming women had gathered, all eagerly anticipating my lecherous desires. It was an incomparable happiness, yet it also required considerable effort to manage such a large group. …Though I only vaguely understood this at the time. Still, hesitating before the happiness right in front of me is not our way. There’s no need for me to reiterate now that, spurred on by my momentum, I would fully immerse myself in this rotten winter break.