Free Web NovelChapter 265: Fruit of the Tree of Life
As Ethan scanned through the system notifications, he shook his head with excitement, a confident gleam flashing in his eyes.
Goldenveil might not have the numerical advantage, but in terms of quality, he was absolutely certain that no one could compare to him!
Arwen still had her plump ass comfortably nestled on Ethan’s lap, his hand cradling the generous curve of her huge pale tits, the soft flesh spilling lightly between his fingers.
"So..." she spoke in a slightly teasing tone, "any plans to take your hand away? I’ve rested enough already."
"Hmm... I think that would be appropriate." Ethan flashed a slight smile and finally withdrew his hand from Arwen’s soft breast.
The full mound bobbed gently with the loss of support, the heavy flesh undulating in a lazy, languid sway beneath the thin fabric of her gown before settling back into place.
His fingers traced down her side, gliding along the curve of her ribs until they came to rest on her hip.
With a gentle nudge, he helped her to her feet before rising himself.
"Ah..." Arwen sighed, carefully adjusting her clothes and smoothing the thin fabric back into place.
Although she claimed to have recovered, her steps wavered slightly; her long, slender legs were still too weak to support her with full stability.
"If everything is all right with the Tree of Life, we can head back to my mansion so you can recover properly," Ethan said, his eyes sweeping over the elven beauty.
She was still flushed and lightly panting, green strands of hair clinging to her pale, sweat-dampened forehead, while her chest rose and fell at a gentler, yet still visible, rhythm.
She didn’t answer right away, instead keeping her hand resting against the tree trunk, her eyes closing in concentration.
A small pulse of mana flowed from her palm into the ancient wood, and a gentle smile soon formed on her lips.
"It’s all right... let’s go," Arwen said, offering her hand to Ethan.
A faint shimmer of mana washed over her body as she cast a cleansing spell, evaporating the sweat from her skin and drying the fabric that clung to her curves.
The young Lord flashed a gentle smile, his right hand sliding behind her back to settle on the broad curve of her hip, holding her firmly against him.
Arwen cast a sidelong glance at Ethan, her full, rosy lips curving gently as she recalled one of her last encounters with the goddess of beauty, one of her creator goddesses.
Her cheeks flushed faintly, and she placed her own hand over Ethan’s on her hip, feeling his strong fingers pressing into her through the fabric.
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"You were a priestess, weren’t you?" Ethan asked, pulling Arwen from her thoughts. "I plan to build a cathedral in Goldenveil soon. How about becoming its leader and training some priestesses for your three goddesses?"
"Three? Not all nine?" Arwen asked, a slight hint of confusion crossing her face.
"The goddess of life helped me once, and I think highly of her. If the other two goddesses are anything like her, then they deserve my trust as well.
As for the other six, I’m still not sure if they’ll be worthy of worship from the people of Goldenveil."
"Fufufu~ few men dare to challenge the worthiness of a god," Arwen let out a laugh full of amusement, her shoulders trembling lightly with the soft sound.
"I dare to declare that I will take the most powerful expert in the history of the elven people as my wife right in front of her. Why wouldn’t I dare to challenge a God’s dignity?"
"Well, that’s true," Arwen said, feeling Ethan’s hand drifting a little too far down, his strong fingers already sinking into the plump, sensual curve of her buttocks.
The supple flesh gave beneath his firm grip, the lush cheek molding around his fingers, the thin fabric of her gown stretching taut over the indented curve with his squeeze.
"But for now, control that hand, my silly human lord. I haven’t decided yet if I’ll accept you."
Arwen grasped Ethan’s hand and guided it upward, pulling it back to the sinful curve where her wide hips met her delicate waist.
"If I had ancestors, they’d probably be turning in their graves at the thought of me ending up in the hands of a human," she said, letting out a small, bitter laugh.
"Was the hatred between humans and elves so great in your time?"
"The hatred between everyone was great. Dwarves, dragons, elves, gods, demons, humans... Isn’t it still the same?"
"Well..." Ethan shook his head. "There’s still hatred, but after so many wars, I think most have learned to tolerate one another."
He came to a stop upon reaching the wall that separated the path to the second ring, where the guards stationed at the passage didn’t hesitate to open the gates for him.
"I can see that," Arwen murmured as she passed through the gates.
Many elves had already heard the news about the new woman at Ethan’s side and had gathered in the streets—just over one hundred and fifty of them.
They all gazed at Arwen with eyes full of reverence.
Dwarves and even humans had joined the crowd as well, all of them curious, since none of them had ever seen a high elf before.
"How did you manage to bring such different races together?" Arwen asked, plucking the red fruit floating beside her from the air.
"It wasn’t difficult. I simply ensured dignity and respect for everyone."
"I see..." Arwen nodded thoughtfully.
She parted her full, rosy lips and sank her perfect, pearly teeth into the fruit, taking a single graceful bite.
The sweet, creamy flavor flooded her palate, drawing a small sigh of appreciation from her lips before she offered the fruit to Ethan.
"Eat it. It has very powerful healing effects. Although it’s especially good for pregnant women, men and non-pregnant women reap numerous benefits from it as well."
Ethan took the fruit from her hand and bit into it, his eyes shining intensely as a powerful energy surged through his body.
[You ate: Fruit of the Tree of Life!
+ 1,000 maximum aura reserve
+ 4 strength
+ 2 agility
+ 6 vitality
+ 3 intelligence]
Ethan paused for a moment.
"Arwen... how many fruits does this tree produce each year?"
