354: Delicate flowers need to be cherished, and the Grand Elder wishes to take on that responsibility!

Su Mo watched this scene.

He leaned over and whispered into Lena's ear: "Come to my room tonight."

Lena's body stiffened, her face instantly flushed crimson, and her voice was barely a whisper:

"Yes... Master."

...The night was inky black, and the silver moon hung high.

The Silver Moon Canyon, having gained new life, was especially lively tonight.

Although there was no fine wine or delicious food, the nine gushing moon wells were the best feast.

Thousands of elves gathered around bonfires, singing and dancing, celebrating the miracle of their survival after catastrophe.

The air was filled with the scent of roasted meat and joyful laughter, sweeping away the gloom that had oppressed them for half a year.

Outside this ocean of joy, the highest treehouse palace belonging to the Queen was eerily quiet.

Su Mo sat on a rattan chair by the window, swirling a cup of aged fruit wine scavenged from the Troll Treasury. His gaze passed through the window to the revelers below, his eyes somewhat unfocused.

This feeling of controlling everything and being revered as a god was indeed addictive.

"Click."

The door lock clicked softly.

A slender figure pushed the door open, bringing in a cool night breeze.

Su Mo turned his head.

He saw Lena standing at the doorway, nervously twisting her hands together.

She had clearly dressed up carefully.

Her smooth silver hair was draped over her shoulders, the ends slightly curled, emitting a faint scent of laurel.

She wore a white gauze dress of extremely thin material. Under the soft indoor light, the dress was nearly translucent, faintly outlining the maiden's graceful curves, which, though youthful, were already well-formed.

The most captivating thing was her skin.

It was truly "skin like congealed fat," nearly transparently fair under the blessing of the Moonlight Elves' unique Racial Talent, making her seem to glow.

Especially after the "Holy Well Baptism" during the day, it radiated a rosy, moist feeling, like a hundred flowers that had just bloomed and were covered in dew.

Pure, yet exuding fatal temptation.

"Ma... Master..."

Lena closed the door and leaned against the door panel, not daring to look up, her voice as thin as a mosquito's buzz.

It wasn't the first time.

But every time she faced this man, she still felt a shudder from the depths of her soul.

It was submission to the strong, and shyness toward the unknown.

"Come here."

Su Mo put down his wine glass, his voice not loud, but carrying an undeniable command.

Lena trembled, obediently took a step, her bare, snow-white feet treading on the soft animal skin rug, walking step by step toward Su Mo.

Su Mo reached out, grabbed her wrist, and gave a gentle tug.

"Ah!"

Lena let out a soft cry and tumbled into Su Mo's embrace.

Su Mo naturally wrapped his arm around her waist.

"What's wrong? Became Queen and now you're putting on airs? Do I have to invite you?"

Su Mo leaned close to her ear and playfully blew a breath.

"N-no..."

Lena sensitively drew her neck back. "Lena... Lena will always be Master's little slave..."

"That's more like it."

Su Mo nodded in satisfaction.

He lifted Lena's chin, and under the moonlight, carefully examined her exquisitely beautiful face.

Unlike Irina's wild arrogance, or Anastasia's cold dominance, Lena's beauty was one of extreme fragility and purity.

That timid look made one irresistibly want to bully her severely... "Tonight, we won't bother with all the fancy stuff."

"Let me get a good look at just how much our little Queen..."

The gauze dress fell to the floor... Outside the door.

Lunara stood quietly in the shadows, like a statue.

She held a plate of freshly sliced Elf Holy Fruit, intending to bring it in for Su Mo and the Queen to taste.

But when she reached the entrance, she saw the scene of Lena going inside.

The little girl who usually acted spoiled and called her "Aunt Lunara" was wearing that kind of... clothing, walking into that man's room.

Immediately afterward, faint sounds came from inside the room.

"Lena..."

Lunara's fingers gripped the edge of the tray tightly.

"Is it for the clan?"

Lunara muttered to herself inwardly.

It must be.

Although that man was powerful and had saved them, he was still a human, a greedy, tyrannical Conqueror.

The reason he was willing to provide those 100 billion... no, the priceless nine moon wells, certainly wasn't out of the goodness of his heart.

He was doing it to get Lena!

He was doing it to completely control the Moonlight Elf Clan!

And Lena... this silly child, in order to let her people survive, and to repay that man's kindness, was actually willing to sacrifice herself and endure that man... "So pitiful..."

Lunara conjured up a tragic drama in her mind: "The Queen is forced to submit to the Great Demon King to save her people."

She recalled the look that man gave her during the day at the moon well.

That naked, aggressive gaze.

At the time, she only felt shame, anger, and fear.

But thinking about it now... If... if all that man wanted was a woman, just conquest... then why must it be Lena?

Lena is still so young, less than a hundred years old!

So "tender," she couldn't possibly withstand that kind of torment.

And herself... Lunara looked down at her own full, mature figure.

In terms of charm and allure, wasn't she, the fully ripe Great Elder, more suitable than the youthful Queen?

"I'm truly useless..."

Lunara bit her red lip, her eyes stinging.

As the Great Elder, she failed to protect her people and failed to guard the Ancestral Land.

Now she must let the young Queen sell herself... to gain space for survival.

Shame!

"No... this cannot continue."

A determined light flashed in Lunara's eyes.

This massive debt, this huge favor, cannot be repaid by Lena alone!

Since that man likes it... since he is also interested in her... then next time... Lunara glanced at the tightly closed door, a complicated blush rising on her face.

She silently turned around, carrying the plate of fruit she hadn't delivered, and walked toward her own Treehouse.

Only this time, her steps were no longer heavy as before; instead, they carried a trace of... a strange determination.

"Lord Su Mo..."

"If you need it again next time..."

"Lunara is willing to share this 'pain' for Her Majesty the Queen."

The night wind blew, lifting her purple skirt.

This Great Elder, usually so dignified, did not realize that she had, unknowingly, completed a psychological construction process called "Self-Indoctrination."

Inside the room.

Su Mo suddenly sneezed.

"Achoo!"

"Master? What's wrong?"

Lena opened her eyes hazily and asked with concern,

"Did... did Lena not serve you well?"

"N-nothing."

Su Mo rubbed his nose, a playful smile curling his lips.

"I guess some beauty must be thinking of me."

"Ah! Master... that... that..."

"Be obedient!"

"Mmm..."