Volume 5 Chapter 5 The Sanctuary Ritual*
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
That night…
Erland told me, “There is another who awaits you, My Lord.” Following her lead, I stepped into the deepest sanctum of the village.
It was a sanctuary, completely cut off from the everyday world. Massive roots of the World Tree braided together to form a dome, creating a natural shrine that stole the breath from my lungs. At the entrance, Erland bowed low and retreated, leaving me to push open the heavy wooden doors alone.
Inside was a bottomless silence, lit by the ghostly, phosphorescent glow of moss. The air was so pure it stung my lungs; every breath was a cold infusion of the forest’s thousand-year history and the fading, fragile divinity still clinging to the walls.
”…I have been waiting, Spirit King.”
Standing before the altar was a woman who made even Elder Erland seem like a child—someone cloaked in an unfathomable amount of time and stature.
Her hair was pure silver, spun from moonlight, trailing down to the floor. Her eyes held the deep, mysterious brilliance of concentrated starlight. Her frame was thin, every ounce of excess flesh stripped away. From her long neck to her shoulders, arms, and fingertips, her silhouette was as smooth and fluid as the extension of a beautiful branch.
She was Serafina, the High Priestess who had watched over the rise and fall of the Elf village for twelve hundred years.
”Serafina. …I’ve heard the story from Erland. So, I am the key to binding the spirit power of this village, am I?”
At my words, Serafina knelt—the movement graceful, yet heavy with the dignity of a millennium.
”That is so. While the village may seem to have regained peace, the spiritual power of the World Tree—its very foundation—is depleted to the brink of collapse. The golden spirit power you possess… that is the only hope to save this land, and us.”
Her voice was as clear as the chiming of a bell from somewhere far away. But I could see it: the flame of her own life, so deeply linked to the World Tree, was also nearing its end. It was flickering, barely holding on.
I understood the situation.
In short, I just needed to pour the mana of my singularity into this withered land through a union. It was logical. For me, placing a useful race like the Elves under my control was the greatest benefit I could gain for surviving in this world.
Serafina stood slowly and placed trembling hands on the ribbons of the thin garment covering her shoulders. As it slid away, it revealed a sacred body of white porcelain—a form that had been kept from the eyes of others for twelve hundred years, cleansed only through prayer.
There was no firmness of a young maiden. Her breasts were small and slightly sagging. Yet, there was an overwhelming beauty in those curves, sharpened by the long passage of time. At the center of that body—which maintained the serenity of dead wood—the secret part, lightly covered in silver hair1, radiated a faint heat of life.
”I am the ‘vessel’ to connect this sanctuary. By receiving your seed into my womb, the World Tree will revive its life force. …Please. Fill this vessel with your life.”
There was a tragic ring to it, as if she were intoxicated by her own self-sacrifice.
I walked up to her without a word and pulled her slender waist toward me. The moment I touched her cold skin, a massive surge of mana flooded into her, and her body jolted.
”Ah, aah…! This is…. How… how wild… and heavy, this heat…”
Responding to my mana, her white skin began to flush with rose-pink, as if regaining its vitality from within. I grabbed her chin and stared into those star-filled eyes.
”A vessel? …Don’t say such boring things.”
”Eh…?”
”You’re being taken by me now. This isn’t some noble ritual. I am simply venting my desire, and you are receiving it. …It’s just the mating of a male and a female. Nothing more, nothing less. Understood?”
I didn’t wait for her answer; I sealed her thin lips.
It wasn’t a ritualistic, pure kiss. I grabbed her jaw, forced her mouth open, and shoved my tongue inside, devouring her saliva in a raw, deep kiss. The twelve-hundred-year virgin tensed violently for a second, but her brain was rattled by my mana and the taste of the male, and she soon began to entangle her tongue with mine, clinging to me as if lost.
A sacred priestess being dragged down into a mere female. That sense of depravity pleasantly satisfied the desire for dominance within me.
”Nmph…! Chu, uu…! Haa… Ryu-ichi-sama…!”
When I pulled away, a silver thread of saliva stretched between us. Her eyes were already clouded with lust, her breath ragged. I forced her onto all fours on the altar and bared my own engorged, dark-red wedge from behind.
It was a beastly position where she couldn’t see my face. A clear declaration that I was not treating her as a sacred priestess, but merely as a “hole.”
”I accept… your everything… for the sake of the World Tree…!”
Even while still mouthing words of faith, she quietly raised her hips and invited me in. Before me were the white porcelain buttocks that had not been touched by anyone in twelve hundred years, and a tightly closed virgin palace.
I didn’t care.
I grabbed her thin waist and, without a shred of mercy, drove myself in with one breath.
”…Nngi! Aaaaaahhh…!!”
The thick constriction that had spent a millennium as a virgin clamped down with tremendous force, as if trying to reject my thick, hard rod.
It was tight. It felt like I was forcefully driving a wedge into a fissure in solid rock.
But the moment my overwhelming heat invaded, her depths began to squirm greedily. Like a parched earth drinking mud, she used her entire inner wall to crave my very existence.
”Aah, aaaaaahh…! It’s going in—it’s so hot, so thick, deep inside me…!”
Serafina pressed her face into the altar, shaking her silver hair as she screamed. It wasn’t pain. It was a fulfillment born of overwhelming mana and pleasure. Her rational expression completely collapsed into the face of a female consumed by lust and joy.
Every time I slammed my heavy hips, striking the deepest part of her womb, the entire World Tree began to beat in resonance, and golden dust danced throughout the cave.
The wet, slapping sounds of meat hitting meat echoed lewdly through the sacred ritual site.
”Nnha! Oh, King! Spirit King…! Aah, more—corrupt me more! Defile this pure uterus! The World Tree… she is pleased…!”
What spilled from her lips were words of faith as a facade, and the moans of a female in heat begging for seed. Her uterine opening was caressing my glans as if trying to suck it in. It seemed she couldn’t help but crave that specific sensation.
”More…! Go deeper, fill me… with your life…!”
My limit was near.
I drove my glans into the entrance of her uterus, the path to the World Tree’s core, and e**culated with every ounce of my essence.
”……!!”
A wordless scream.
Serafina arched her back, her whole body stiffening like a bow. Focus vanished from her eyes, and her tongue lolled out limply.
”Aaaaaahhh! It’s coming…! It’s hot… it’s being poured… directly… inside…! Ah, aaaaaaaaahhh!”
From my pulsing rod, a thick, white fluid containing highly concentrated magic elements was poured relentlessly into her withered uterus. Her abdomen glowed, becoming translucent with the golden light from within. With the spasm of her climax, transparent fluid sprayed from her urethra, staining the sacred altar like mud.
The golden light overflowing from her body wrapped around the entire sanctuary, and the roots of the World Tree intertwining overhead began to beat with a strong, rhythmic pulse once more.
As I let out a long breath, having spent everything, the priestess in my arms was shaking violently—shaking with the pleasure and fulfillment of a truth she had learned for the first time in her life.
The tears flowing from her eyes were no longer those of a tragic priestess. They were the tears of a happy female, stripped of her pretenses, filled with the joy of living as a vessel for the King’s seed.
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Summary:
Ryuichi is guided to the village’s deepest sanctum, a hidden sanctuary intertwined with the roots of the World Tree. There he meets the High Priestess, Serafina, who explains that the World Tree is dying and requires his golden mana to survive. Through a raw and dominant physical union, Ryuichi succeeds in revitalizing the tree’s life force, permanently altering the priestess’s perception of her own purpose.
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Trivia:
Serafina has watched over the village for 1,200 years.
The World Tree is directly linked to the health of the priestess.
The ritual of salvation requires the physical infusion of mana through an intimate union.
Ryuichi consciously chooses to treat Serafina as a sexual object to establish dominance.
The World Tree resonates with the physical act, accelerating the revitalizing process.
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Translation Notes:
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Notes:
• Erland – An elven elder wearing silver-rimmed glasses, known for her intellectual demeanor and status within the village. The aging Elder of the Elf village, deeply pious and emotional in his devotion to the new Spirit King.
• Serafina – A subordinate who assists in the management of the Spirit King’s household and encourages the new arrivals. She possesses a millennium of history and manages the King’s spirit power. A silver-haired Elf priestess, once a detached guardian of the World Tree, now devotedly bound to the protagonist as a handmaiden.
• Priest – An old man with a long white beard who performs detoxification magic at the local church. He wears white robes and maintains a professional, albeit expensive, approach to divine healing.
• Ben – Struan’s son and Torben’s nephew, this young man served as a callous guide at their base, assisting in the family’s slave-trading enterprise. After confessing to his role in Mia’s death, he was bound by Stone Ball magic and drowned by Ryuichi. His corpse was later stored in the Interdimensional Space as a trophy of the protagonist’s retribution.
• Ryu – A man with Interdimensional Magic who leads a growing household. He acts as a provider and protector for his slaves, while maintaining a pragmatic and blunt personality.
• Ryuichi – A pragmatic 40-year-old Spirit King with a plain build, silver hair, and a beard. A cynical, blunt man with immense spiritual energy, he manipulates golden mana, earth, ice, blue fire, and space magic to protect his growing household and newly acquired dependents. Though he acts as a provider and protector, he treats his subordinates with a mix of possessiveness and absolute authority, ruling his elf village with the iron logic of a modern salaryman.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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