Chapter 424: Naughty husband

Arwen didn’t answer. She simply leaned against Ethan’s chest and let her body relax there, as if that were the most natural place in the world for her.

The young lord kept his hand exactly where it was, resting open on the beautiful elf’s left buttock. The plump, soft flesh was warm and heavy beneath the thin fabric, spilling over his fingers with every gentle squeeze.

Without haste, his fingers slid into the valley between her two pale mounds, sinking in slowly and dragging the light green dress along with them. The soft cheeks parted around his knuckles, then closed back over them, warm and pliant, swallowing his fingers a little more with every inch.

The fabric buried itself in the crevice, hugging every curve, while a stifling heat rose from between her cheeks and wrapped around his hand.

Arwen shuddered slightly, pushing her hips back against his hand. Her soft ass pressed deeper into his palm, molding itself around his fingers with a small, lazy wiggle that seemed to ask for more.

"Hm~ you naughty husband, fufufu~" She let out a low chuckle, her body trembling against his with the laughter. Her huge breasts quivered softly against his chest with every little giggle, two heavy mounds rubbing against him through the thin dress.

She lifted her face to look at him.

With an absent-minded gesture, she brushed a strand of green hair from her eyes, tucking it behind one of the long, pointed ears the movement had revealed.

Then she stood on her tiptoes, her massive soft tits pressing flat against his chest. They squashed between their bodies, the soft flesh pushing up against the neckline of her dress.

When she pulled away, she was still smiling, but there was something more serious in her eyes.

"When are you going to build more churches? I gave my first sermon at the cathedral a few weeks ago, and it drew a big crowd. I’m already training some young priestesses as well, but Windmere and the other cities are still out of my reach."

"I know, love, it shouldn’t be long... it’s already the end of the month," Ethan replied, his free hand rising to stroke slow circles over her back.

"Soon I’ll build an academy for training those with aura talents. It’ll operate next to the Golden Tower—one for training mages and the other for warriors."

"I know." Arwen nodded, a playful smile curving her lips. "Both open only to women... are you training warriors and mages, or a harem?"

"Hm... I’d say both," he replied without batting an eye.

Those words made Arwen go still for a moment, her smile frozen on her face.

She stared at him with an expression that was hard to read, her eyes narrowing before she burst out laughing.

"Shameless!" She gave him a playful pinch on the ribs, still laughing, her chest shaking against his with every burst of laughter.

Ethan let out a pained groan, wriggling slightly to escape her fingers, but he laughed too.

In retaliation, the hand still resting on Arwen’s butt clenched into a firm squeeze.

The plump buttock squished between his fingers, the soft flesh bulging out from the gaps and straining the thin dress over the swell of it.

The elf let out a muffled squeal, slapping his shoulder.

"After that, I’ll take a trip through Windmere, Fallenwinter, and Greenleaf," he continued, as if nothing had happened. "I’ll revive the churches of the past and bring back more paladins from the Order of the Silver Wings."

Arwen’s eyes sparkled at those words. It was exactly what she wanted most. But in the end, she couldn’t resist teasing him.

"Hmm... my poor girls, coming back only to fall into the hands of my perverted, shameless hubby..." She shook her head in mock disappointment, though the smile tugging at the corner of her mouth gave her away.

Ethan opened his mouth to say something, but suddenly fell silent.

His eyes had drifted to the beehive a little way ahead.

Arwen followed his gaze.

There were just over ten bees there, not counting the queen, and the hive itself was about two meters high by four meters long, boxy in shape.

It was entirely golden, glistening in the sunlight, and had two entrances, each sealed by a round door, also golden.

One of those doors moved, and from inside, a tiny creature emerged, no more than fifteen centimeters in size.

It was a bee. Huge by the standards of an ordinary bee, but still small and, in a way, adorable, with its plump, fuzzy little body and softly buzzing wings.

It seemed to study the world around it for a brief moment, its antennae wiggling back and forth, before finally leaving the hive and flying straight toward one of the flowers on the Tree of Life.

Not far from there, the Porcelain Serpent of Life raised its head, watching the little bee with interest for a few minutes, its slender tongue tasting the air.

But the bee was too big for her to eat, so her interest didn’t last.

Soon, she lowered her head again and went back to sleep.

Ethan finally let go of Arwen’s butt, the plump cheek slowly easing back into shape as his fingers left it.

His palm slid upward without hurry, tracing the thin fabric along the full curve of her hip until it came to rest on the elf’s delicate waist, where his fingers settled naturally.

"Take good care of them and the spring. And remember to give a few drops to Alice and Ophelia. Now that they’re pregnant, they’ll need as much nutrition as possible to ensure healthy children," he said, planting one last kiss on the lips of his beautiful elven wife.

She simply nodded, more than happy to take care of that as well.

Those bees had a deep connection to the Goddess of Life. And Arwen, as a creation of the Three Goddesses, naturally shared that same connection with them.

Ethan stayed there a few more moments, exchanging caresses with Arwen until, finally, it was time to get back to work.

First, he went to the Golden Tower, handing the manuals for creating the space rings and the harvest rate bonus pendants to the mages there.

Shortly afterward, he headed straight for the Steel Vein military complex.

Currently, seventeen thousand five hundred men were being trained there.

There was the Third Legion, still stationed in Goldenveil and needing only another two thousand five hundred men to be complete.

And there were also the Fourth Legion, from Windmere, the Fifth Legion, from Greenleaf, and the Sixth Legion, from Fallenwinter.

All of them were already being trained in the basics of the Golden Dragon Emperor’s fencing, and in less than a month, they would be sent to undergo the equivalent of a year’s training within the Hell Soldier’s Gate.

When they finished, they would form the first six legions of Goldenveil. Thirty thousand soldiers.

The handsome young man inspected the troops in training, walking among the ranks while thousands of men snapped to attention as he passed.

He gave a brief speech and then headed back to the palace.

The following week, he would build Goldenveil’s Academy of Swords. And soon after, he would set out on yet another visit to the three cities and, of course, officially establish the new Order of Knights of Goldenveil.