Lork slowly forced himself upright, feeling the numbness in his knees dissipate as he did so. As he looked around, he noticed that Athens was still lying on her belly, seemingly unresponsive, while Delilah had collapsed flat onto the oak floor with her large behind up in the air. Both of them had dried white stains on their bodies.

"It must have been an hour or two," Lork mumbled bleakly, before panic set in as he realized that Athens wasn't breathing. He had only meant to teach her a lesson, not outright —-

As she jumped to attention, her eyes snapped open, and she sat up straight as if struck by lightning, her lips parted in preparation for a kiss. Not giving her a chance, Lork gives her a peck on the lips. The moment her mind registers that it's Lork and realization dawns, she pulls away as if Lork slapped her, making a face that's unconvincing considering her violet blushing cheeks. The kiss that lasted only a few seconds was enough to give her a tiny taste of herself at that very moment.

Athens glared at Lork with anger and frustration. "Humph! Damn you Orc bastard, your Master was merciful enough to bestow you kindness, and yet you dare bite the hand that feeds you!"

Lork responded with a sly smile. "So, I'm the villain now, aren't I? Well, it doesn't help that both the food and hand were delicious," he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

Athens' cheeks flushed even deeper with embarrassment and annoyance. She seemed to think that Lork was the villain in this situation, but Lork knew that things were not so simple. From his perspective, Athens was not entirely blameless, either.

"I wouldn't expect people like you to have any affection for your pets."

Lork rolled his eyes at her comment. ‘Tch, foreplay again already? Is she up for another round of tongue-lashing?’ he thought to himself, amused by her eagerness.

Athens mumbles something under his breath while Delilah talks dreamily "He-he~ that's my boy, I didn't know you had grown so much" Athens tries to sit up straighter and promptly collapses to the floor with a thud, Delilah just writhes around like a worm.

"It's already past noon, we should have hit the road by now. Because of a certain someone, we're going to be late to meet the queen," Athens grumbled, shooting Lork a murderous glance and waiting to pounce on him if he said anything.

Lork groaned and rubbed his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, I'm up," he said, forcing himself to stand despite the stiffness in his limbs.

"Come on, Delilah, get up already," Athens said, nudging her with her foot.

"Noo, just give me five more minutes," Delilah groaned, curling up into a ball.

Athens rolled her eyes and turned to Lork. "Can you at least start packing up our things while I try to wake her up?" she asked, handing him a bag.

Lork grumbled under his breath, but did as he was told, gathering their supplies and securing them on their horses.

It took a few more minutes, but eventually, Athens managed to coax Delilah out of her slumber, and they were on their way to meet the queen. Lork couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement mixed with nervousness at the thought of meeting royalty, but he knew he had to keep his wits about him.

(break)

As they approached the Black Citadel, the air grew thick with the stench of decay and rot. The very ground seemed to writhe and twist beneath their feet, as if the darkness itself was alive and hungry. Lork couldn't help but feel a sense of unease as they made their way through the twisting, labyrinthine corridors of the city, guided by the few Dark Elves who were willing to show him the way.

The goblins, orcs, or ogres they passed by were a far cry from the bumbling, cartoonish creatures he had seen in children's stories. These were twisted and cruel, their eyes gleaming with malice as they watched the trio pass by. Lork could feel their hatred and hunger radiating off of them, making his skin crawl.

As the three of them entered the throne room, the first thing that caught their attention was the sheer size of the place. The room was massive, with high ceilings and walls adorned with black and gold tapestries. At the far end of the room sat a massive throne made of black stone, with red gems embedded into it. And on that throne sat the infamous Olga Discordia, Queen of the Dark Elves.

She was a striking figure, with long, flowing black hair and piercing violet eyes that seemed to bore into your soul. Her skin was a tanned, almost like Filipinos, and her features were sharp and angular. She was dressed in a flowing black corset hugged her skin and exposing a large amount of skin with a coat that seemed to swirl around her as she moved, and she wore a crown of thorns on her head.

When Olga spoke, her voice was like a cold wind that sent shivers down their spines. "Welcome, Guests," she said, her eyes scanning each of them in turn. "I have been expecting you."

Lork couldn't believe his eyes as he gazed upon Olga Discordia, the infamous Queen of the Dark Elves. Her iconic features instantly made her recognizable, and memories from his past life flooded his mind, her height of popularity on the level of a certain cum sucking vampire. He always had an inkling he has been Isekai’d into a fandom but kuroinu of all places cruses his bad luck.

Despite his shock, Lork managed to maintain his composure and listened as Olga spoke again. Her voice was as commanding as her presence, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of fear and awe in her presence. He knew that this meeting would be a pivotal moment in his journey.

As Olga continued to speak, Lork's mind raced with thoughts and memories. He wondered how he had ended up in this world, and what his purpose was in the grand scheme of things. But for now, he knew he had to focus on the task at hand, and he steeled himself for whatever challenges lay ahead.

"Athens led the way as they entered the grand throne room, Delilah following closely behind with a sashaying gait that drew attention to her ample bosom. Lork strode in last, his towering frame making him stand out among the group.

Olga was seated on her throne, her sharp features and piercing gaze giving off an intimidating aura. As Athens approached, she arched a brow and addressed him in a sardonic tone.

"A little later than the scheduled time Athens, my, my what were you so busy with?"

Athens coughed nervously and gestured towards Delilah and Lork. "I was bringing these two, your highness. This is Delilah, the maid, and Lork, whom you requested to see."

Delilah curtseyed deeply, her dress revealing her ample cleavage. "Greeting, your highness," she said in a sultry voice.

Lork emulated Delilah's bow, although his was much cruder. "Greeting, Queen," he grunted.

Olga's eyes flicked over each of them in turn, lingering on Lork's towering form. She leaned forward and prodded him with a bony finger, like a curious cat.

"Ah, the blue orc," she said with a wry smile. "You've grown so much, standing a bit taller than Athens too."

Lork grunted, his expression stoic as he endured Olga's prodding. "I still remember you when you were a needy babe with your wandering hands, although not even orcs grow this fast, perhaps as a product of the catalyst."

"I am not needy. I am enough for most tasks," Lork replied tersely.

Olga leaned back on her throne and crossed her arms, her expression turning serious. "Enough, he says. Do you know why an orc was tasked to be raised by elves?"

Lork shook his head. "No."

"It's because you possess magic, very, very few in Eostia have it, even fewer able to wield it. So I had elves raise you, as to not let your potential be squandered, since we’re in a war."

Lork's brow furrowed in confusion. "Am I expected to fight?"

"Of course, that's your purpose, your existence," Olga said matter-of-factly.

Lork's expression turned thoughtful as he pondered his fate. "What do I get in return?" he asked, his voice carrying a hint of challenge.

For the first time, Olga's eyes widened in surprise, and she stood up fully in response to Lork's audacity. "Forgive him, your highness, he's just a stupid orc," both Athens and Delilah panicked.

But Olga held up a hand to silence them. "No, no, let him talk. You ask, as the queen of the dark elves, practitioner of the dark arts, ruler of the North, what is it that you want to be able to think of such a thought?"

Lork straightened up, his eyes locking onto Olga's. "You," he said, his voice firm and unyielding.

Olga simply laughed at the orc boy. "Me, you say, me. Do you know how many men have tried to come and enslave me to their wills, how many have tried to pursue me for their affections?" she said, her voice filled with amusement.

"Oh, you sweet little boy," Olga continued, "maybe if you capture Celestia, the leader of our mortal enemies, then I'll grant you what you desire." She reached out and placed a hand under Lork's chin, pulling him up to look into her eyes. Her body gave off a slight sway as she walked back to her throne, her corset hid little to imagination, boastful of her hourglass figure.

Lork couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed by the queen's presence. He had heard stories of her power and influence, but seeing her in person was another thing entirely. He wondered if he was truly capable of capturing the leader of the humans, but the thought of finally being granted his desires was too tempting to ignore.

"I will capture Celestia," Lork said, determination in his voice. "And I will bring her to you, your highness."

Olga smiled slyly at Lork. "We shall see," she said, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.

Olga stood up from her throne, her gaze shifting from Lork to Athens and Delilah. "I have matters to attend to, and I grow tired of this conversation," she said, her voice sharp and commanding.

Athens and Delilah quickly bowed their heads, showing their respect to the Queen of the Dark Elves. Lork, on the other hand, stood there silently, his expression unreadable.

"You three may leave now," Olga continued, gesturing towards the door. "But before you go, remember what I said. Capture Celestia, and I will grant you your wish, Lork."

Lork nodded, still keeping his eyes fixed on the queen. He knew that this was his chance to prove himself, to show that he was more than just a mere orc.

As they made their way out of the throne room, Athens and Delilah exchanged worried glances. They knew that capturing Celestia would be no easy feat, and they feared for Lork's safety.

But they knew not of Lorks knowledge of the black dogs, Celestia was merely something he was going after but gaining one of the most powerful witches loyalty putting on a show was worth it.