Mage And Wolf
Chapter 200

Chapter 200: Chapter 200

The whole Royal Family is at the door, greeting their unexpected guests when Beta John carries me to the castle, laughing with some Celestial soldiers we met along the way.

I notice every Lycan has a single glove hanging from their clothing with runes drawn on it. That must be their technique to slow the pursuit. I didn’t get a chance to see it in action, as we were too busy freeing others to stop and fight. The Lycans can break free on their own, but it often takes an hour or more, putting them essentially out of the game.

These Lycans are also larger than the ones on Earth, the men standing between 2.5 and 3 meters tall. Maybe we’re supposed to grow with cultivation? Dominant and more powerful Lycans grow larger than their peers back home, but for some reason that doesn’t apply to me. I’m still short.

Amanda leads me upstairs to change into one of the new dresses we had made, before hurrying back down to join the party. And a party it is. Almost a thousand players from each side are present, including the Crown Prince of the Celestial Kingdom, representing his father, who was unable to come along today. Alpha Marco is a huge man, possibly half giant and half Lycan, he’s every bit as tall as the biggest Nephilim.

The Celestials have all picked a uniform height of 2.5 meters, but I recall the man who tackled us being much larger than he currently is, so their size isn’t set. They’ve got bright platinum hair, light golden skin and entirely black eyes with golden flecks like stars in them, just as mine currently look.

Beta John grabs me from where I’m talking about alchemy with one of the Celestials to stand on a table and hold me in the air.

"A toast! To our newest player, and late game MVP. Katrina! She is the Black Dragon Priestess that freed so many of our blockers, enabling a new record to be set today." He calls out to the crowd who howls their approval.

I look over at the Alpha and the Princess, who is wearing the flag as a cape over her gown and stealthily holding his hand under the table. The room fills with cheers and good natured laughter before I am set back on the table and the Alpha signals me to give a speech of some sort.

"Thank you all for having me in your game. I joined in when you reached this very castle, where I’m a guest visiting from the Mortal Planes. It was my honor to participate and I wish you both the best of luck."

The speech seems good enough, they’re all cheering and drinking anyhow.

"They flirt with everyone, but why not you? Is it because of your size? Do they like bigger women?" a rather tipsy Paula asks me towards the end of the evening.

"No, Lycans can smell when another Lycan has a mate, so they won’t flirt. At least not seriously. Only a couple of the Lycans and about a third of the Werewolves here are mated though." I tell her.

"You can smell that? Like even after a shower?" She asks and all the shifters around us laugh.

"No, the bond changes the way you yourself smell, Lycans and Werewolves smell like a blend of two people when they’re mated, and we can all tell."

"Oh, thank goodness." She sighs, and I signal the Werewolves not to let her know we can smell her arousal when she looks at her husband. No need to traumatize the innocent one.

The castle looks like a war zone by the time I go up to my room. There are bodies everywhere, having simply drank until they passed out. The Princess accepted the Alpha’s proposal, with her brother’s blessing, so they’ll be holding an official Royal engagement in two months.

Paula and Mahmoud disappeared upstairs together early in the night, but I had to enlist help to carry Amanda, as I couldn’t do it in any way that wasn’t horribly awkward. My arms aren’t big enough. She wasn’t drunk, she just socialized at a high rate of sugar consumption until sleep got the better of her and she couldn’t keep her eyes open.

Come breakfast time, all of the Ranked children of the Moon Goddess join us and the Celestial nobles and officers for breakfast, Paula and Mahmoud being the last ones down the stairs.

She takes a seat beside me with a radiant glow to her face, and the female Lycan on the other side of her gives her a big hug and a congratulations. This confuses her immensely, but she accepts gracefully enough, despite the look on her face. One after another, the Lycans near her all give her well wishes until she finally looks at me, her eyes begging for answers.

"How long is a Nephilim pregnancy?" I ask.

"Three months, give or take a few days, why?"

"Lycans can smell the changes that indicate pregnancy. No need for more pills, whatever you’ve done so far was enough. If the Researchers here have an ultrasound they can likely tell you more about the babies in a week or two." I smile and she blushes.

"I took the one before bed last night, and we used the incense again for good luck. But with plenty of water nearby and a healing pill for the morning." She itemized it off like a checklist in her mind, making sure she didn’t miss a step.

"Fertility pills?" Beta John asks me.

"Only the finest for a royal Heir." I confirm to him and he laughs.

I wonder what sort of effect those will have on a Nephilim? I’ll have to keep detailed notes for Elder Song. Speaking of which, I might have enough power now to use the Sect communication token across the barrier between Realms.

[Elder Song can you hear me? Letting you know I’m fine.]

[Welcome Back Young Miss, no you’re still there aren’t you? But you’ve broken through to Immortality? Congratulations] comes the immediate but faint response.

[What happens if I feed a newlywed Nephilim Princess a Mass Fertility pill and then have her burn aphrodisiac incense?]

[She swells up like a balloon. Don’t give her the Mass Fertility pills, their problem is erectile dysfunction and low sperm count, not female infertility.]

[Yeah, bit late for that. I might have to return in a hurry, we’ll see how she takes the news]

[Be safe, and take good notes]

There’s the Elder Song I know best.