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Chapter 290 - Everyone is a kid in their mother's eyes

Yumia’s tree was vast enough to house many families without any problem, holding parties and other stuff.

Her throne hall was similarly spacious. Many proceedings had happened over the course of long years, stretching back to the far past. However, never in its glory, something like today’s event had ever occurred in the queen’s tree.

Before Yumia, many forest fairies had teemed her official room. It would be nothing odd if it weren’t for their gender.

Only a beautiful gender had arrived before the queen. Naturally, Yumia stole all the spotlight, for even though she donned her battle clothes, her beauty still shone brightly.

Undoubtedly, she was the most beautiful woman here if one didn’t include feelings such as love and affection.

Yumia stood up, compelling all beautiful and cute fairies to look her way. They were all her relatives, carrying some of the elven bloodlines. Of course, Yumia didn’t call everyone, for Alex’s power to break the world law was his trump card.

But even though she had just ordered a few of her close relatives, the room had more than thirty gorgeous fairies inside.

“We will all level up today,” Yumia declared, her voice booming in every girl’s ears. And even without eyes, Yumia would’ve noticed the girls’ elation, for they were aware of the crisis brewing on their kingdom’s feet.

The queen continued, “A few of you are aware of Alexander’s specialty. He’s our people’s best friend, my daughter’s future husband, and my in-law. The word of his law-breaking concept can not leave this room.

Should it happen, I will suspect you all first. I will also personally execute the traitor or loose-tongued fool,” Yumia’s voice carried her authority, a testament to her words.

In such dire times, she wouldn’t joke around or play nice. She had to speak ruthlessly, tread with confident steps, and rule with her head high!

All girls knew that, yet, they couldn’t help but tremble, goosebumps running down their straight backs.

Yumia took steps forward, going down her throne’s stairs, “Alexander will sacrifice a few hours for us today. Don’t slack off or waste this golden opportunity.”

And as those green eyes swept through everyone, the fairies nodded nervously, not daring to oppose or comment on the queen’s words.

They glanced at Alex, who was with Remia holding his hand. He smiled at everyone who peeked at him, following the queen. His smile did wonders, for all forest fairies eased up, catching up after him and the queen.

Alex started inviting everyone to his party. After everyone joined, the queen’s forces took secret passage to the underground dungeon to avoid onlookers and possible spies.

The whole dungeon was also closed. Some players grew angry, but how could Yumia even care about them?

She cared more about her tribe than income from players’ dungeon tickets.

And with that done, Alex and the forest fairies stepped into the dungeon.

[You have entered The Elven Underground Prison Dungeon.]

It was time to level up significantly!

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The dungeon had many prisoners, former enemies of the elven race.

Before the dungeon erupted, Eva Mora had secured the strongest existences for herself, for they hailed from a higher realm. She pretty much won everything during that event, for she also became Alex’s friend.

In this dungeon, former prisoners had a system that allowed them to come out once in a while. Of course, it was impossible for them to even come out as forest fairies had secured the gate, constantly inviting players to hunt the monsters.

The main enemies, the prisoners, also could die for eternity. They were unique existences, weighing a lot of experience points and treasures. But even after their death, their mob soldiers still respawned.

That was quite a problem. But now, Alex and the forest fairies’ female squad enjoyed every drop of experience, killing those mob soldiers with smiles!

“We barely can see your husband now, Remia,” Yumia muttered as she controlled her forest guardians, stomping heavily on the underground prison. She didn’t have to shrink their sizes, for the underground dungeon was vast and still unexplored.

Remia replied with a soft chuckle, “He’s a battle maniac, too.” She added with a dazzling smile, proud of her beloved, “But his heart yearns more for his beloveds’ happiness rather than a battle thrill.

I love him so much…” Remia couldn’t help but whisper.

Her mother snickered before slapping her back, “You can’t wait to join him… I will use this as a chance to ask all intimate questions.

Any plans for kids? Your mom likes children. Have you introduced yourself properly to his in-laws? What do you think about them?” The queen showered her daughter with questions, even asking about Alex’s bed skills.

If he lacked here, she would teach her daughter valuable tips to help him.

“Mom! You can’t be serious right now?!” Remia yelped, waving her balled hands as she gazed into her mother’s eyes with reddened cheeks.

Some of Remia’s siblings glanced her way, narrowing their eyes, ‘We told you, didn’t we?’

Before her mother, even an adult Remia could only become a child, pouting and acting awkward around her.

Yumia had a blast of joy as she played around with her daughter’s innocence, “Still a virgin… He really takes his time…”

“H-How did you infer that?” Remia blushed deeper as if getting a fever.

Her new creation stopped moving, too, mimicking her awkward movements as his creator gazed at Yumia with tearful eyes. It was pretty cute to see Remia and her small boi acting adorably.

But the dungeon was not a place for it, was it?

“Years of experience,” Yumia grinned, ruffling her daughter’s hair as if Remia was a little kid.

Yumia was fine in the dungeon grounds, regardless of her mood, for she could control her tree guardians while teasing her daughter. Her creations kept going hard at the dungeon monsters… On the other hand, Remia showed inexperience as her small boi sometimes mimicked her movement.

Remia bit her lips, ‘Mom is bullying me… But if she knew that we have plans to do it in her room, she wouldn’t talk like that!

I… I will tell her about it in fifty years!’ Remia swore an oath, still embarrassingly letting her mother caress her hair.

But it also felt good… as if returning to old times.

Mom’s touch felt so comfortable, didn’t it?