Volume 5 Chapter 6 The King’s Awakening and the Personal Handmaiden
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The afterglow of the “ritual” with Serafina still swirled with heat inside the silent shrine.
The air, which had been dancing with golden dust moments ago, was now heavy and moist. From the roots of the World Tree1, a powerful, rhythmic heartbeat echoed: thump-thump, thump-thump.
The dying atmosphere had been instantly purified by the vital energy I poured into it, now saturated with the scent of dense, thriving life. It was much like the quiet, intense heat of a server that had been on the verge of crashing, only to regain stability the moment power was restored.
”…Ah, look, my King…”
In my arms, Serafina pointed a trembling finger toward the void. Following her gaze, I saw it: from the cracked, withered brown roots of the World Tree, lush, vibrant buds were erupting in unison, almost making an audible sound as they burst forth.
And that wasn’t all. Upon her own porcelain skin, faint, glowing patterns—the mark of my mana having permeated her—were emerging like veins, pulsating slowly with light.
”For a thousand years, I was merely a sentinel in this place, waiting for the ‘End of the World.’ But now… something has decisively changed within my womb. This is not mere replenishment of spiritual power… I can feel the world itself beginning to dye itself in your colors.”
She forced her limp body up and pressed her forehead against my feet. The transcendental dignity of the shrine maiden from moments ago had vanished without a trace. The woman before me now wore the face of a submissive slave, a female who had known a male for the first time and had surrendered completely to his overwhelming heat.
”Serafina, is your body alright? That was a once-in-a-thousand-years mana inflow; the strain must have been immense.”
As I roughly stroked her sweat-dampened silver hair, she narrowed her eyes wistfully and rubbed her cheek against my palm.
”…It is terrifyingly, blissfully pleasant. Even though my very soul has been overwritten by your hot seed, I only crave more—my body aches with a hunger that won’t cease. If this… is the instinct of a female, then what a meaningless thousand years I have spent until now.”
A single tear spilled from her eyes. It wasn’t one of sorrow, but of soul-shattering ecstasy, born from being ravished by a power so vast and beautiful.
”…I can hear it. The World Tree is trembling with joy.”
Serafina closed her eyes softly. Her sensitivity as a priestess must have been heightened to the absolute limit by receiving my seed.
”An oracle… no, this is a chorus of the spirits. Your arrival in this village, and your making me yours… all of it has determined the fate of this forest. My King… from this moment on, I shall be your sexual processor, your nursery.”
She knelt once more, and with her thin lips, she began to clean the remnants of my manhood, ensuring not a single drop was wasted. The spectacle of a priestess who governed the logic of a millennium now desperately sucking her master’s member at his feet. There was no motherly affection here. It was the joy of a perfected receptacle, eagerly receiving the master’s waste.
”…Nguh, chupu…. Fuu. With this, I have taken every last drop.”
After meticulously licking away every impurity, she looked up with a blissful expression. Her lips were wet and glistening with semen, and her eyes were still clouded with the heat of desire.
”Outside, Elland and the others must be kneeling, having witnessed this miracle. Come, let us go. To the beginning of the new Elf era, governed by you.”
I pulled Serafina’s waist close and draped a thin garment over her half-naked frame. Behind us as we exited the shrine, the World Tree extended its branches toward the night sky, radiating a golden light more powerful than ever before.
As I stepped out of the sanctuary dome, cleansed and served by Serafina, an unbelievable sight spread out before me.
”Ah… what, what a merciful light…!”
Kneeling at the entrance to the shrine, sobbing, was Elder Elland. And she was not alone. The village warriors, the women, and even the children were kneeling in a circle around the sanctuary. Sylvia, waiting behind me, was also letting out a voice of awe.
The sight they were staring at—the World Tree behind us—was now emitting such intense radiance that it was painting over the darkness of the night with gold. Fresh leaves were budding on the withered branches, and the entire forest was pulsating with a powerful, rhythmic beat, as if trembling in delight.
”…Quite the spectacle.”
Beside me, Serafina clung to my side, still flushed with the afterglow of our encounter, draped only in her thin garment. The image of the transcendental priestess cloaked in a millennium of loneliness was gone; it seemed she was now tethered to life solely by my spirit power.
”Ryuichi-sama…. You have now become the new heart of this forest.”
As Serafina whispered this, the chanting of the Elves echoed through the forest.
”Spirit King-sama!” “Savior-sama!” “Our Father…!”
The sound was the polar opposite of the noise of crowded trains or the shouting of superiors I used to hear in Japan—it was the sound of pure, unadulterated faith. In my forty years of life, had I ever been so needed, so worshipped by anyone?
(I see… I really have become their King, or perhaps even their God.)
The miracle before me and the voices of the multitude of Elves worshipping me slowly allowed the consciousness that I was, indeed, the Spirit King to take root within me. I pulled Sylvia into a side-hug and looked down at Elland. The Elder’s eyes, flowing with tears, seemed wet with the same intense craving for me as the priestess.
”…I’m tired today. Let me rest.”
”Yes, of course, my Lord. I have had the highest-class mansion prepared for you at the base of the World Tree.”
Bathed in the heat of the Elves’ fanatic gazes, I headed toward the mansion wrapped in golden light. This was my new daily life—the beginning of my reign in this World Tree paradise.
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Summary:
Ryuichi completes a transformative ritual with the priestess Serafina within the sanctuary of the World Tree. The act revitalizes the dying tree and fundamentally alters Serafina’s identity, reducing her from a detached priestess to a submissive handmaiden. The forest’s inhabitants, led by Elder Elland, witness the miraculous restoration and pledge their absolute devotion to Ryuichi as their new Spirit King.
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Trivia:
The protagonist maintains a internal metaphor connecting his magical power to server maintenance, highlighting his modern background.
Serafina’s transition is marked by a physical manifestation of mana patterns on her skin.
The entire village gathered to witness the restoration of the World Tree.
The protagonist acknowledges his transition from an ordinary man to a divine figure for the Elves.
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Translation Notes:
Notes:
• 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.
• Sylvia – Sylvia is a voluptuous, platinum-haired elf adventurer with blue eyes known as “Crimson Lotus,” a Silver-rank warrior who serves the Spirit King with fanatical, submissive devotion. Wielding a longsword and bow in a hooded green coat, she is reverent toward the protagonist—from whom she received essence—and proudly guides them to her declining home village. She travels as Ryu’s servant, tutors John, and works with Nier as a protective companion, standing guard at the King’s side with a strong, alluring scent, present at the sanctuary during the ritual.
• 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.
• 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.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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