"Hey, how did training go?" a voice asks as soon as we step inside a small carriage. This time, instead of the crystal-powered carriage Mom used when we visited Duke Lars' house, we're riding in a carriage pulled by a menacing-looking bull.
"Ah, I'm so relieved I found you on time today," Marilyn says, taking a seat in the carriage while I settle beside her. It's hard not to notice that Marilyn has quite the backside, occupying about eighty percent of the seat.
"Haha, I didn't want to be a bother today. So, what kind of monster did you bring along?" I inquire, sticking my head out the window to catch a glimpse of the bull-like creature. It appears remarkably calm, with a mysterious green halo above its head, adding to its intrigue.
"Fufufu, that's my familiar," Marilyn replies, playfully pulling me back into the carriage by tugging on my silk shirt.
Her words spark surprise on my face. Familiars, do they exist in this world too? This place never ceases to amaze me!
"What exactly is a familiar?" I ask, feigning cluelessness.
"They're life companions. They may look like beasts, but they aren't. Familiars are mythical creatures with an inexplicable existence. You can find them in places abundant with Mana," Marilyn explains, ruffling my hair affectionately.
With a shrill whistle, she sets the carriage in motion at an incredible pace. The movement is so smooth, it feels like gliding through the air.
However, Marilyn's explanation leaves me unsatisfied. I'm still amazed by the existence of familiars in this world.
"Marilyn, how did you manage to make this creature your familiar? And where can I get one?" I ask, curiosity evident on my face.
"SIGH..."
"There are various places to find familiars, but we elves usually obtain them from Death Valley. It's a place where one million soldiers, both human and demon, perished. Since then, the Mana concentration in that area has significantly increased, giving rise to all sorts of unimaginable horrors—monsters, beasts, familiars, and more. You need to be extremely cautious; otherwise, you'll find yourself dead within a minute," Marilyn warns me.
"You mentioned one million soldiers dying. When did that happen? Also, what do humans and demons look like? I've only seen them in drawings and paintings," I ask, my eyes wide with innocence. I can't let Marilyn know that I'm already familiar with humans and demons, can I?
"Did your mom not tell you anything?"
"No, she didn't..."
"Then I'm not in a position to share details about Death Valley yet. However, to obtain a familiar, you must forge a master-servant contract with one. A familiar serves its master until the master's demise. Afterward, the familiar seeks out another worthy master and enters into a new contract. This cycle continues because familiars are immortal. However, there have been instances where a familiar voluntarily ended its own existence after losing its beloved master," Marilyn explains further.
"I see... So, is your familiar the type that carries luggage?" I ask, a mischievous grin forming inside me.
Marilyn's face darkens upon hearing my question.
"No, my familiar is a berserk type called Holy Bull, hence the halo above its head. It formed a contract with me because of my light/holy magic. If I weren't a healer, I would have likely become a priestess. Besides, my familiar enjoys this type of work; it's like a treat for Piku," Marilyn clarifies, accompanied by a smile.
I see... her familiar's name is Piku.
Throughout the remaining few minutes of the journey, we remain silent, simply enjoying the scenery passing by outside.
Once we arrive home, Marilyn gives me a warm bath, and then I head straight to Mom's room. As I enter, I find Mom sitting on a chair behind a massive table filled with several books. Her eyes glow white, and the books float in the air, their pages changing from time to time. It's a familiar sight, as I've witnessed this countless times before.
Beside her, to my surprise, are two people I didn't expect to see at this time of day.
"Arya... Anya!" I exclaim, running towards them and snuggling into their arms.
Anya and I are about the same height, with her being only two years older than me, while Arya is five years older. Looking at our faces, it's evident that Anya is the older one.
BAM!
The books floating in the air crash onto the table as Mom opens her eyes in surprise.
"Alex, you're back?" Mom asks, a smile spreading across her face as she extends her arms, waiting for me to embrace her.
Without hesitation, I rush into Mom's arms and cuddle against her, resting my head against her chest.
After showering me with kisses on my lips and forehead, Mom turns her attention to Arya and Anya, her eyes filled with curiosity.
"It's quite late. Aren't you two heading back to your chambers?" Mom asks, struggling to hold back her laughter, especially at my sisters' expressions, particularly Anya's.
"Waaaaaahh!! Mom!" Anya protests, her voice tinged with dissatisfaction, her eyes threatening to well up with tears.
"Mom, we've been waiting for Alex for over an hour!" Arya adds. Arya stands at about 4'11" and exudes an air of royalty, perfectly befitting a capable young princess.
"Sigh... Alex will play with you tomorrow. Understand, he's still a baby who needs plenty of rest and nourishment," Mom explains, gently stroking my hair.
Yeah, I surely need a lot of "nutrients," kukuku...
"Okay, Mom. Good night," the two girls bid farewell, waving as they leave the room.
Once they're gone, Mom places me on the bed and lies down beside me. She extinguishes the lights, letting the soft glow of the candles fill the room.
"So, aren't you going to tell Mom how your day went?" Mom asks, her fingers caressing my back as my face nestles in her comforting embrace.
"Well..." I begin, recounting all the events that unfolded throughout the day.
"Wow, you defeated Gustav?" Mom's eyes light up with excitement.
"Yes," I reply.
"B-But Gustav is one of the most talented trainees among his peers," Mom mumbles, finding it difficult to comprehend my words.
"Yeah, I managed to surpass him. I guess I caught him off guard," I say, gradually moving my hands toward her bosom.
"I... I'm so proud right now, Alex. Not just because you won against Gustav, but because you and your sisters constantly make me proud. I'm a fortunate mother," Mom utters, her voice filled with emotion as she hugs me tightly.
"Alex, because of my mood right now, I am going to allow you to suck my tits until you are five years old." Mom declares, brushing my head against her tits which are now free inside her nightgown. I can see the outline of her protruding nipples, making me gulp a mouthful of saliva.
Getting a reward for this? Fufu, mom is so generous!
"Mom, I thought you stopped giving me breast milk after I got to the age of four…" I mutter in confusion, putting on an innocent expression.
"I changed my mind. I want you to be very healthy. Besides, my tits are so engorged. It is different compared to when I nursed Arya and Anya." Mom explains.
"Waaaaah~ mom is the best! Can you extend it to six years?" I ask, putting on a puppy expression.
"Sigh… Six years then…" Mom sighs in defeat.
"Seven years?"
"Okay…"
"Eight years…?"
"...."
"Ten years…?"
"...."
"Waaah!! Mom is the best! Ten years it is!" I say while pumping my fists into the air.
"Fufufu, someone has gotten very greedy with mommy's milk." Mom laughingly says as she pops out her tits from her dress.
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