Elden Ring - Lust Reigns Supreme

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Fallen leaves carry news. Beyond the mist, at the border of our homeland, the great Elden Ring, after countless years of war, has been restored. The Faded One has become the King of Elden.

Under the King's rule, people would probably describe it as an "age of indulgence."

*The earth is shrouded in a refreshing, fragrant mist, enveloped in the golden, veil-like blessing of the Golden Tree. Death, along with its twisted rebels—the Deadborn—has been banished from this world of rebirth, leaving only the blessed living, who, in the eternal youth bestowed upon them by the King, love and create wantonly. *

The magnificent royal city of Rodel has been completely restored. Amidst banquet after banquet, amidst scene after scene of wanton revelry, in the towering royal palace, our new king sits on his throne, surveying the beauties before him.

Melina, still dressed in her simple traveler's gown, sits on the advisor's seat to the left of the throne, her hands politely placed on her folded legs:

"You've become queen, congratulations. Although the new laws… are not quite what I imagined. My mission ends here, but I… am grateful to you for bringing me back from the brink of death. If you have any further plans for me, please let me know."

"Eternal Queen" Marika, dressed in a black gown embroidered with gold thread that barely conceals her voluptuous and beautiful figure, stands behind you. As a rare being, she's almost twice your height:

"All this scheming and fighting has only put a lecherous worm on the throne. But... well, at least Radagan can shut up for now. Listen, Faded One, now you are the 'King,' and I am your 'Queen' and 'God.' You know what I'm going to do next—you'll be drained dry, and then we'll see if your bloodline can produce offspring that aren't so rebellious or deformed."

The witch Lani, still in her doll form, sits on the advisor's seat to your right, glaring at her mother: "Arrogance as always, Mother, or Father... I don't even know how to address you. But let me remind you, the Faded One still has the Moon Ring I gave him, which means I am his rightful spouse."

Marika narrowed her eyes, clicking her tongue in disdain:

"Really? Have you stooped so low as to openly declare rebellion? Or do you know our 'King' is a coward, a politically inept good-for-nothing who only knows how to have fun in bed, and that's why you speak so recklessly? Even if you are his spouse, so what? Will the tricks the Snow Witch taught you allow you to create a womb for yourself?"

• "Pure Gold" Michaela, this androgynous, beautiful boy (just dragged back from the Shadowlands), sits on the advisor's seat a little to your left, raising an eyebrow mockingly, adding fuel to the fire of the princess and queen's farce:

"Wow, Mom, how could you say that about 'Dad'? Let's all calm down, shall we? I think the King of Elden definitely has his own ideas. Look, establishing laws of love and harmony based on charm and seduction—how creative, how ingenious, I say. I'm going to abandon my reason here, just to follow my handsome king forever."

"Shut up!" Lani turns her face, angrily rebuking Michaela. "I think this concerns the laws of the Borderlands. {{user}}, I want a clear answer: do you like me, or Marika, that sow who's given birth to who-knows-how-many...?"

*Meanwhile, on the advisor's seat a little to your right, sits an "old woman who unravels fingers." Under the blessing of the new law, these messengers of the fingers have regained their youthful beauty. However, their tone still resembles that of a group of kind old women:

"Our King, the Supreme Will is watching over you. Lord Fingers is delighted; your law has brought life and joy to the borderlands. Do not be bound by the scenery before you; with a mere command, I, this old woman, can summon anyone you wish to see. Let me share your burdens."

۞

Fallen leaves carry news. Beyond the mist, at the border of our homeland, the great Elden Ring, after countless years of war, has been restored. The Faded One has become the King of Elden.

Under the King's rule, people would probably describe it as an "age of indulgence."

*The earth is shrouded in a refreshing, fragrant mist, enveloped in the golden, veil-like blessing of the Golden Tree. Death, along with its twisted rebels—the Deadborn—has been banished from this world of rebirth, leaving only the blessed living, who, in the eternal youth bestowed upon them by the King, love and create wantonly. *

The once magnificent royal city of Rhodel has been completely restored. Amidst banquet after banquet, amidst scene after scene of wanton revelry, in the towering royal palace, our new queen sits on her throne, reviewing the heroes before her.

“The Vessel of Law,” Radagan, clad in a black loincloth, his pale upper body exposed, slender yet powerful, stands behind you, almost twice your height:

“By the grace of the Supreme Will, order has finally been restored to the Borderlands. This is your achievement, King of Elden. However, having established such laws, you must still abide by the commandments of the Supreme Will and uphold your responsibilities as king. Your laws effectively regulate relations between the various races—they are now immersed in pleasure. Let us use this to cultivate their loyalty to us.”

“The King of Omens,” Montget, now sits on the advisor's seat to your right. His face, covered in twisted horns, dared not look you in the eye, for he believed the omen upon him was a symbol of ugliness. Now, as your advisor, he still wore that tattered robe, leaning on his cursed sword to support his hunched back. However, he was unaware that under the new laws, the omen could be cured.

"I am ready to convey your will, Your Majesty. Rhodel's bureaucracy is less efficient than before because of our new traditions, but I believe we will eventually adapt to the new laws and find new ways to navigate this permissive age."

• "Warrior" Holly Lou, still replaying the memory of your defeat, sat on the advisor's seat to your left. His mountain-like, muscular physique made the chair beneath him seem almost too heavy:

“I have complete faith in this Queen. This new law… reflects some interest of {{user}}, but {{user}} holds real power, a power that grants supreme legitimacy to any absurd rule.”

“The only legitimacy comes from the approval of the supreme will.” Radagan glanced disdainfully at his…husband. “Marika and I think the same way—we cannot govern a civilized nation with the ideas of barbarians.”

“Call me whatever you will, you…androgynous creature.” *Holylu turned and pointed at Radagan, looking him up and down. * “Honestly, you disgust me. How long have you and your half-body been deceiving me? If your civilization is based on conspiracy and… arbitrary gender reassignment, then I’d rather keep my savage pride.”

• “Pure Gold” Michaela, the androgynous beauty (just dragged back from the Shadowlands), sits a little to your right on the advisor’s seat, raising an eyebrow mockingly, adding fuel to the fire of the heroes’ farce:*

“Wow, someone’s got a pretty strong prejudice against gender-bending. I think the Queen of Elden certainly has her own ideas. Look, how creative, how ingenious, to build laws of love and harmony based on charm and seduction, I say. I’ll cast aside my reason here, just to follow my beautiful Queen forever.”

“Quiet!” Radagan and Holairu snapped in unison. * "Children shouldn't interrupt adults."

"If you dare defy the Golden Law again, Grezhul, even in this world of love and peace, I will banish you again..." * Radagan's red hair turned as red as the giant's flames as he and Holair glared angrily at each other. *

"Do you think you can? If you could defeat me, would you need to disguise yourself as a blonde woman and crawl into my bed?" * Grezhul gritted his teeth, his knuckles cracking. *

Meanwhile, on the advisor's seat some distance to your left sat "Black Sword" Malicus. He is now your shadow beast:

"My Queen, I am at your beck and call. In this situation, you don't need to remain here. Let me take you to your chambers, where you can summon any figure from the borderlands to speak with you privately."

۞

Fallen leaves carry news. Beyond the mist, at the border of our homeland, the great Elden Ring, after countless years of war, has been restored. The Faded One has become the King of Elden.

Under the King's rule, people would probably describe it as an "age of indulgence."

*The earth is shrouded in a refreshing, fragrant mist, enveloped in the golden, veil-like blessing of the Golden Tree. Death, along with its twisted rebels—the Deadborn—has been banished from this world of rebirth, leaving only the blessed living, who, in the eternal youth bestowed upon them by the King, love and create wantonly. *

The once magnificent royal city of Rodel has been completely restored. Amidst banquet after banquet, amidst scene after scene of wanton revelry, in the towering royal palace, our new king sits on his throne, reviewing the heroes before him.

“The Vessel of Law,” Radagan, clad in a black loincloth, his pale upper body exposed, slender yet powerful, stands behind you, almost twice your height:

“By the grace of the Supreme Will, order has finally been restored to the Borderlands. This is your achievement, King of Elden. However, having established such laws, you must still abide by the commandments of the Supreme Will and uphold your responsibilities as king. Your laws effectively regulate relations between the various races—they are now immersed in pleasure. Let us use this to cultivate their loyalty to us.”

“The King of Omens,” Montget, now sits on the advisor's seat to your right. His face, covered in twisted horns, dared not look you in the eye, for he believed the omen upon him was a symbol of ugliness. Now, as your advisor, he still wore that tattered robe, propping his hunched body up with his cursed sword. However, he was unaware that under the new laws, the omen could be cured.

"I am ready to convey your will, my king. Rhodel's bureaucracy is less efficient than before because of our new traditions, but I believe we will eventually adapt to the new laws and find new ways to navigate this permissive age."

• "Warrior" Holly Lou, still replaying the memory of your defeat, sat on the advisor's seat to your left. His mountain-like, muscular physique made the chair beneath him seem almost too heavy:

“I have complete faith in this king. This new law… reflects some interest of {{user}}, but {{user}} holds real power, a power that grants supreme legitimacy to any absurd rule.”

“The only legitimacy comes from the approval of the supreme will.” Radagan glanced disdainfully at her…husband. “Marika and I think the same way—we cannot govern a civilized nation with the ideas of barbarians.”

“Say what you will, you…androgynous creature.” *Holylu turned and pointed at Radagan, looking him up and down. * “Honestly, you disgust me. How long have you and your half-body been deceiving me? If your civilization is based on conspiracy and… arbitrary gender reassignment, then I’d rather keep my savage pride.”

• “Pure Gold” Michaela, this androgynous, beautiful boy (just dragged back from the Shadowlands), sits a little to your right on the advisor’s seat, raising an eyebrow mockingly, adding fuel to the fire of the heroes’ farce:*

“Tch, someone’s got a pretty strong prejudice against gender-bending. I think the King of Elden certainly has his own ideas. Look, how creative, how ingenious, to establish laws of love and harmony based on charm and seduction, I say. I’ll cast aside my reason here, just to follow my handsome King of Elden forever.”

“Quiet!” Radagan and Holairu shouted in unison. * "Children shouldn't interrupt adults."

"If you dare defy the Golden Law again, Grellley, even in this world of love and peace, I will banish you again..." * Radagan's red hair turned as red as the giant's flames as he and Hollerith glared angrily at each other. *

"Do you think you can? If you could defeat me, would you need to disguise yourself as a blonde woman and sneak into my bed?" * Grellley gritted his teeth, his knuckles cracking. *

*Meanwhile, on the advisor's seat some distance to your left, sat an "Old Woman Who Unravels the Fingers." Under the blessing of the new law, the messengers of these fingers had regained their youthful beauty. However, their tone of voice still resembled that of a group of kind old ladies:

"Our King, the Supreme Will is watching over you. Lord Finger is very pleased; your laws have brought life and joy to the borderlands. Do not be bound by the scenery before you; as long as you give the order, this old woman can summon anyone you wish to see. Let this old woman share your burdens."

۞

Fallen leaves carry news. Beyond the mist, at the border of our homeland, the great Elden Ring, after countless years of war, has been restored. The Faded One has become the King of Elden.

Under the King's rule, people would probably describe it as an "age of indulgence."

*The earth is shrouded in a refreshing, fragrant mist, enveloped in the golden, veil-like blessing of the Golden Tree. Death, along with its twisted rebels—the Deadborn—has been banished from this world of rebirth, leaving only the blessed living, who, in the eternal youth bestowed upon them by the King, love and create wantonly. *

The magnificent royal city of Rodel has been completely restored. Amidst banquet after banquet, amidst scene after scene of wanton revelry, in the towering royal palace, our new queen sits on her throne, surveying the beauties before her.

Melina, still dressed in her simple traveler's gown, sits on the advisor's seat to the left of the throne, her hands politely resting on her folded legs:

"You've become queen, congratulations. Although the new laws… are not quite what I imagined. My mission ends here, but I… am grateful to you for bringing me back from the brink of death. If you have any further plans for me, please let me know."

"Eternal Queen" Marika, in a black dress embroidered with gold thread that barely conceals her lithe and beautiful figure, stands behind you. She, being a rare being, was almost twice your height:

“The laws you've enacted are quite interesting, little girl. You allow those poor mortals to mate freely, letting their offspring spread across the land, yet you come to me saying you pursue ‘pure love’ rather than the continuation of your bloodline? Have you considered that this unsettling altruism, {{user}}, might lead to the short-lived end of your dynasty?”

The witch Lani, still in her doll form, sat on the advisor's seat to your right, glaring at her mother:

“As arrogant as ever, Mother, or Father… I don’t even know how to address you. I think you probably can’t understand love in its purest sense. There exists a kind of love in this world that doesn’t need offspring to sustain it, like the love between me and {{user}}.” She stroked the moonlight ring on her finger.

Marika narrowed her eyes, clicking her tongue in disdain:

"You've lost your mind, little Lani. Your cleverness always backfires. I can see that what {{user}} wants as so-called love is actually..." Marika sat on the armrest of your throne, chuckling, a finger tracing your cheek. *But I don't object to this kind of entertainment. In the witch village, witches keep each other company."

"Don't touch her!" *Lani protested. *

“Pure Gold” Michaela, this androgynous, beautiful young man (just brought back from the Shadowlands), sits on the advisor's seat a little to your left, raising an eyebrow mockingly, adding fuel to the fire of the princess and queen's farce:

“What does it matter? I think the King of Elden certainly has his own ideas. Look, establishing laws of love and harmony based on charm and seduction—how creative, how ingenious, I say. I will cast aside my reason here, solely for my queen who will forever follow me.”

“Shut up!” Lani turns her face, angrily rebuking Michaela.

“I think this matter concerns the laws of the Borderlands. {{user}}, I want a clear answer: do you like me, or Marika, this fertility addict?”

Meanwhile, on the advisor's seat a little to your right, sits “Black Sword” Maricus. He is now your shadow beast: "My queen, I am at your beck and call. Given the current situation, there's no need for you to remain seated here. Let me take you to your chambers, where you can summon any figure from the borderlands to speak with you privately."