Ok guys so here is chapter 39. It's a little on the shorter side but I think I played it well and I hope yall enjoy it. If you have any opinions let me know I am open to idea.
Also here's a small vote for varion's evolution path let me know what you want.
Demon lord (easier to achieve)
True hero (would fit better with the story as the world's counter to milim)
Both ( fuck it we ball)
P.s. whooooooooooo 200k views 🎉
Chapter 39: Elf Bar Revelry
The elf bar was exactly the kind of place Kaijin had promised — warm golden light from crystal chandeliers, plush booths, and the soft murmur of laughter mixed with the clink of glasses. The air smelled of sweet wine, spiced mead, and something faintly floral that made the whole room feel alive. Kaijin led the way with a proud grin, Rimuri bouncing along beside him in her slime form, and Varion following a step behind, still riding that pleasant, controlled buzz from the ambient magicules.
The moment they stepped inside, every head turned.
Especially the elves.
Six of them worked the floor, each more stunning than the last in their revealing dresses and playful smiles. But the one who caught everyone's attention first was the white-haired beauty with the striking red streak. She moved like liquid silk, long silver-white hair cascading down her back, black gloves hugging her arms, and a form-fitting black outfit that left very little to the imagination — sheer panels, thigh-high straps, and a Cheshire grin already forming as her golden eyes locked onto Varion.
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The group quickly made their way to a booth and sat down
The white haired elf didn't hesitate.
Before Kaijin could even finish introducing the group, she slid right up to Varion, turned sideways, and dropped smoothly into his lap like she belonged there. Her weight was light but deliberate, one arm draping around his shoulders so she could face him directly. Up close she smelled like cherries and warm spice, and the way her body pressed against his sent a spark straight through him.
"Hi there," she purred, voice low and teasing. "I'm Prinz. And you… are the most interesting thing to walk through that door in weeks."
Varion blinked once, then gave her a small, easy smile. The magicules in his system made everything feel a little warmer, a little bolder. "Varion," he replied, voice calm but carrying that quiet confidence. "Nice to meet you, Prinz."
The other elves froze mid-step, eyes wide. One in a green dress nearly dropped her tray. Another with blonde pigtails actually gasped.
"Prinz… is sitting in someone's lap?" the green-dress elf whispered, stunned. "She never lets anyone even touch her normally, She just teases and messes with people."
Prinz only grinned wider, clearly enjoying the shock.
She shifted a little closer, one gloved hand tracing lazy circles on his chest while they talked and drank. The drinks flowed freely, sweet, strong, and perfect for loosening everyone up. Rimuri watched from her spot on the lap of a blonde haired elf, she jiggled with delight at the show. *Oh this is good,* she thought.
As the night warmed up and everyone was sporting a pleasant buzz, Pinz grew bolder. She took Varion's free hand, guided it firmly to her chest, and pressed his palm right against the soft, full swell of her DD-sized breast. Her fingers squeezed over his, making sure he knew it was okay to squeeze and explore all he wanted. That Cheshire grin flashed again, golden eyes sparkling with mischief.
Varion's other hand naturally settled on her thigh, thumb rubbing slow circles along the inner part. Prinz shivered visibly, a soft delighted sound escaping her lips.
*They said they're fine with me forming more relationships… but I'm pretty sure this isn't exactly what they meant,* he thought, a flicker of amusement and heat mixing together. *Oh well.*
Rimuri was loving every second of it, her slime body practically vibrating with amusement.
After another round of drinks and easy conversation, the green-dress elf leaned in with a playful smile. "You two look like you could use a little fortune-telling. Who wants to go first?"
Rimuri jiggled excitedly. "Me!"
The crystal ball glowed softly as the elf passed her hand over it. The image that formed inside was clear and unmistakable: Varion, standing tall and confident, surrounded by an aura of quiet power. Rimuri's core gave a little flutter. *Him?* The vision felt… right. Hopeful. Then it switched to the image of a black haired woman and a group of kids.
The elves cooed. Prinz's golden eyes widened just a fraction.
Then they turned to Varion. "Your turn, handsome."
He was still a little flushed from Prinz's attention, but curiosity won out. He nodded.
The crystal swirled again. This time the vision showed the five girls waiting for him back home — Erza, Mira, Lucy, Brandish, Ultear — clear and warm. But there were six more figures beside them. Three faces stayed softly blurred, but three stood out sharply: a light-blue-haired woman whose presence felt strangely familiar, a silver haired woman with one eye red and the other blue … and the white-haired elf currently sitting in his lap.
Prinz.
The entire table went quiet for a beat.
Prinz's cheeks flushed bright red, her usual teasing mask cracking for the first time. She stared at the orb, then at Varion, then back at the orb.
Varion felt something click inside him. He'd been letting her do exactly as she pleased without thinking twice — her sitting in his lap, the hand on her chest, the teasing touches — like it was the most natural thing in the world. And now this… fate stuff staring him in the face. Maybe it really was real here. His father did tell him stories about this world and certain weird things about it but he thought it was just that stories.
The vision lingered for a moment longer before fading, leaving the table buzzing with surprised laughter and excited whispers.
Prinz leaned in closer, voice a little softer but still carrying that playful edge. "Well… looks like the crystal thinks we're not one and done thing."
Varion met her gaze, a small, genuine smile tugging at his lips despite the flush still on his cheeks.
The moment was abruptly ruined
A high pitched arrogant vice broke the moment like a hammer through glass.
"What in the name of the ancestors is this?"
Minister vesta stormed in, robes flapping, face already twisted with disgust. His glare swept the table—Kaijin first, then Rimuri, then Varion. "You should be finishing those swords, Kaijin, not wasting time with this… and you even brought this lowly slime to a respectable establishment!"
" you shame our kingdom with your actions kaijin"
Kaijin rose slowly, jaw tight. "Order's done, Vesta. All twenty were delivered this afternoon. Thanks to her."
A vein on Vesta's head bulged. He snatched a full mug from a passing tray and hurled the ale straight at Rimuri.
The splash hit her dead center. A large amount ricocheted outward, catching Varion square in the chest and face. Cold liquid soaked his shirt and dripped from his hair and down his face.
Prinz's playful expression vanished in an instant. Genuine annoyance flashed in her golden eyes—not at the mess, but at Varion being dragged into it. "That idiot," she muttered, already reaching for a clean cloth. She twisted in his lap, dabbing gently at his face first, then pressing the fabric against the soaked front of his shirt with careful, deliberate strokes. "Hold still. I've got it."
Varion stayed perfectly still, breath even. Annoyance burned in his chest, but he kept his hands relaxed at his sides. *One punch and this whole bar becomes a problem.* He exhaled slowly, calming his temper.
But Kaijin, he didn't hesitate. His fist cracked across Vesta's jaw with a solid thud. The minister crumpled to the floor ith a thud .
Guards swarmed in seconds later. Kaidou, Kaijin's brother, looked pained as he motioned the group forward. "You're all coming with us. Now."
Rimuri, Kaijin, and the three brothers were escorted out under formal arrest. Prinz stayed still perched in Varion's lap, cloth in hand. The guards glanced at Varion, then quickly away. No one was foolish enough to lay a hand on the king's personal guest.
One of the senior guards cleared his throat respectfully. "Sir… would you please return to your guest quarters. For your own comfort, of course."
Varion gave a single nod. "Understood."
The rest of the group disappeared down the corridor. The bar fell into an uneasy quiet.
Prinz lingered a moment longer, dabbing one last time at a stray drop on his cheek. Her touch was softer now, almost protective. "There. Better."
Varion met her eyes, the earlier vision still fresh in his mind. "I'll come back tomorrow," he said quietly, voice steady. "We should talk about what we saw in that fortune. Properly."
Prinz's cheeks flushed a deep, sudden pink. She blinked, ears twitching, then reached up and took his hand in both of hers. For a heartbeat she just held it, thumb brushing his knuckles. Then she leaned in and pressed a quick, warm peck to his cheek.
"Don't keep a lady waiting," she whispered, the words half-teasing, half-earnest. Her golden eyes sparkled as she pulled back, that familiar Cheshire grin returning but softer around the edges.
Varion stood, offering her a small smile in return. "I won't."
He turned toward the exit, the weight of the night settling on his shoulders in the best possible way. Behind him, Prinz watched until the door closed, one gloved hand still resting lightly against her cheek where she had kissed him.
The forest road waited outside the city, but for now, his guest room in Dwargon would do. He had plenty to think about.