Upon once again finding his way back into Eltysia in the company of now three bestial companions, the first thing Edrick did was track down the human hideouts left by the various sects.

He started with the one he knew best.

Anoteros was thorough. Transformed into his favoured–And most powerful—Variation of his sasquatch form, he utterly tore the Myriad-Arm Sect’s little base to pieces. He pounded it down into the earth, only leaving a flattened pile of rubble behind…

The only thing left was the secret technique, which he had naturally stolen for himself… Was it truly useful to him, who was warmly welcomed by the realm? Not at all. Was he going to practise this technique, which literally took no slots from him? Of course.

…And who knows. Perhaps it would come in handy in the future. There was no reason not to plunder anyway…

Using the sharp noses of his three canine followers, he was able to track down the scent of humans they were unfamiliar with. The disciples had been here a while ago now, but their foreign odour remained behind nonetheless… Especially in and around their small hideouts.

Of course, this was only for the handful of bases Edrick had not already known the positions of. The scion had made disciples from other sects into servants, and he had naturally gotten the locations from them at the time.

His memory worked just fine, so he went to the indicated places and dished out the same treatment as previously.

Some of them had absolutely nothing of interest for him to commit larceny upon, but most actually did have a little something. Namely, a refined artefact which he guessed served the same function as the technique Myriad-Arm Sect owned–Only that instead of something that could be actively practised and stayed with you all the time, they only had a still item with a limited range, forcing the disciples from these sects to return often to ‘recharge’ their ‘right of stay’.

Regardless, these items were now his. He would have Luxuli take a look at them to determine exactly what they were capable of.

Edrick glanced at the quest.

Make The Underwoods Yours: Dominate all Underwood Elf chiefs. Dominate all of the greatest hunters. Make all Underwood Elves crave your dominance. Establish rites and festivities involving you and the desire of the elves for your affection. Be recognised as a leader by all of the elves. Expand the existing Underwoods whilst maintaining the culture and current level of development. Establish at least one new Underwood, and get rid of all the safe places created by humans from the outside

That was the last cited requirement dealt with… Anoteros had also had his way with quite literally every single elvish hunter at this point, so his next stop was going to be the chiefs he had not yet made proper acquaintances with…

Quite a good portion of them had been open to his advances, so there weren’t too many tight caverns for Edrick to stretch to complete this requirement.

The noble leveraged Public Courtship–The boon he had acquired from giving love to female Wood-Antler Deers–And struck in broad daylight, where everyone else could see.

With his good relations with the Underwood Elves, his reputation as a close friend of the Red Guardian, and the newfound strength he emitted from integrating a great noble bloodline just recently–Safe to say the previously resistant chieftains folded quite easily.

Currently, he was senselessly pounding the last one. The toughest-looking Underwood Elf of the realm, Edrick would say… Not that it meant much when the average elvish male could throw on a dress and fool the majority of men… Nonetheless, it was nothing a dose of his trusty ring-liquid could not solve.

Anoteros was pushing against the back of the chieftain’s head, shoving him into the mattress of his marital bed, muffling his moans of ecstasy as he experienced prostate stimulation for the first time ever.

The scion’s other hand was busy squeezing and pulling one of the lower cheeks to the side, giving a better view of his noble sceptre as it went in and out with rough, piston-like motions.

“Tighten up, slut. I am going to come”

The chief followed the command obediently.

“Good boy”

Edrick finished deep inside the elvish chieftain, marking the completion of another part of the quest.

He pulled on the elf’s hair, lifting him from the mattress, only to realise that he was completely out of it. It seemed like the toughest-looking elf of this realm had been overloaded with pleasure… He had been reduced to a smiling idiot with warm tears of joy dripping down his face.

Anoteros lightly slapped him in the face, but it was official… The chief was lost in Nirvana.

‘I guess I’ll have to clean myself for once. This idiot could actually suffocate if I have him do it…’

The noble turned around, his scaleless wyrm still erect as he saw a short figure peeking into the room from the wide-open door Edrick had not even considered closing before beginning to pound down on the elf.

Apparently, Anoteros pointing his man-tool–Albeit accidentally–At someone was akin to pointing a weapon, as the elf gasped in fear and ran off into another room, shutting the door hastily.

‘I guess this guy’s Allina was home the entire time’

The scion frankly didn’t care and did not give it much of a thought. He wiped himself clean down there, put his clothes back on, and headed out of the chief’s house.

He dusted his shoulders after a job well done.

This only left the trickier part of the quest. Although there were several more conditions, Edrick considered them to be pretty much part of a whole… 

Make all Underwood Elves crave your dominance

Establish rites and festivities involving you and the desire of the elves for your affection

Be recognised as a leader by all of the elves

Expand the existing Underwoods whilst maintaining the culture and current level of development

Establish at least one new Underwood

As long as he stimulated the minds of the elves, he could accomplish the first one, which would then snowball into the completion of the third condition. Then, the rest would be easy to implement.

To get what he wanted, the noble only needed to leverage the affection the chiefs and hunters had for him alongside his relationship with the Blutgar. As long as he could make proper use of these advantages, he would definitely be able to elevate his position.

At this point, all elves were definitely attracted to him as well, so it was just a matter of time… 

‘Mmh… I wonder where the Red Guardian is? I got an idea that he will probably like’

Edrick smiled to himself. He had just the way to instantly increase his popularity with all of the elves from each and every Underwood… However, just in case his clear attempt at seizing power was seen in a poor light, he was going to train for a little while, really making use of his newfound talent in weapon cultivation to prepare.

He could feel it–The Underwood Elves would soon become his subjects.

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