Extra: Yandere Milfs Obsessed with me!-Chapter 201: The Other World

The World of Spirits, called by some The Other World, is a secret plane of existence located at the heart of the world tree Yggdrasil.

This sacred tree, which the Elves have venerated for millennia, is none other than the very incarnation of the King of Spirits, Taurus.

At the center of this tree lies the Fountain of Youth, whose water is renowned for granting immortality to all the spirits that live there.

Taurus fathered seven daughters over the ages. They are called the Seven Pleiades. Each of them is the matriarch and guardian of a spiritual race and is tied to a specific element from which she draws her power.

Outside of the Seven Pleiades, spirits are classified according to their power. Epic Spirits are the most powerful and the most important. Among them are the Salamander Spirit, tied to fire, or the Wolf Spirit, associated with the moon. Rare Spirits, though less strong than the Epics, possess quite impressive power. As for Common Spirits, they form the majority of spirits, with modest power.

All spirits are created by Taurus himself.

By nature, they are immortal, knowing neither disease nor old age. They live secluded in the branches and roots of Yggdrasil, sometimes observing the mortal worlds with curiosity. Their existence is eternal and peaceful, marked by the seasons of the world tree.

Yet their final destiny is to hear a call. This call always comes from an elf who has earned their trust or proven their worth. Only then do they leave their eternal home to become his guardian spirit, binding their immortality to his fleeting life.

Among the Elves of Yggdrasil, a sacred tradition has endured since time immemorial: at the age of 15, a young elf attends the Ceremony of Choice. There, in the reverent silence of the Spirit Glade, he waits for a spirit to deign to notice him. If the spirit accepts, it becomes his faithful guardian for the rest of his existence, thus sharing his life.

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In this year 1485 of the Alexandria calendar, sixty springs before the beginning of the original story... an unusual visit was about to mark the annals of relations between humans and the children of Yggdrasil.

At eighteen years old, he already possessed that natural presence that commanded respect. His silhouette, more muscular and athletic than Julius’s. His long silver hair, smoothed by the valley wind, framed a face with willful features where two golden eyes shone as piercing as those of a royal Lion. A charismatic, frank, and warm smile completed the task of disarming even his most reluctant interlocutors. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

The young prince Leonard Dantalion, heir to the throne of Alexandria and future Emperor, set foot for the first time on the sacred soil of the territory of the Elves of Yggdrasil.

The Ceremony of Choice took place in the Spirit Glade, a verdant space nestled at the heart of the elf territory, extremely close to the Millennial Tree.

It was not a cold or ceremonial place, quite the contrary. The grass there was of such a deep green that it seemed luminous, dotted with wildflowers in vivid colors. Animals, free of any fear, went about their business all around the gathering: deer with immaculate coats grazed peacefully a few meters from the guests, squirrels crossed the low branches of century-old oaks, and a flight of iridescent-winged butterflies danced above the tall grasses. The atmosphere was imbued with peaceful, natural conviviality.

The representatives of the four great elf clans were arranged around a central glade. Leonard, standing at the entrance to this space, greeted each dignitary with meticulous diligence. He inclined his head slightly before the austere patriarch of the Aqua Clan, whose glacier-blue eyes scrutinized him with disdainful curiosity.

"Prince Leonard," the elf articulated in a voice as sharp as a blade. "Your presence here is an... unexpected honor. So humans are interested in our age-old traditions?"

Leonard held his gaze without flinching, his smile not faltering in the slightest. "Traditions that forge the soul of a people always deserve respect, Patriarch. How could I understand your future choices if I do not observe the way your most talented mages are born?"

The elf, momentarily disconcerted by this response as diplomatic as it was assured, contented himself with a nod before returning to his place. Farther on, a priestess with a gentle gaze from the Moon Clan gave him a warm smile, while the young elves, those who were about to undergo the Choice, stared at him with curiosity toward this human so different from the stories they had been told.

This visit, apparently innocuous, was a carefully calculated gesture of courtesy between the two nations. Leonard had come to offer the respect of the Alexandria Empire at this crucial moment in the Elves’ lives, thus sealing a tacit alliance of good neighborliness. After the speeches and the first invocations, as the young elves gathered in silent waiting for a spirit to deign to choose them, the day ended in calm...

That night, in the luxurious apartments reserved for him, Leonard fell into a deep sleep, lulled by the distant murmur of Yggdrasil’s leaves...

"It’s hot!"

Leonard stood barefoot on a dune of fine sand that stretched as far as the eye could see. The sky, a burning orange, slowly turned purple. He felt the heat of the day lingering on his skin, a striking contrast with the coolness of the elf night he had just left.

Yet a dull anxiety knotted his stomach. The power that permeated this place was anything but ordinary.

It was the purest elemental mana she had felt so far.

Then he saw her.

She was sitting on a rocky outcrop, legs folded against her, chin resting on her knees. Her hair, gathered in a thick golden braid that cascaded over her bare shoulders, caught the dying light of the ember sky. Her skin, weathered by countless suns, had the warm hue of honey and the grain of fine sand.

When she slightly moved her head to observe a distant bird, a shiver ran through her slender silhouette, the silhouette of a woman... of Egyptian beauty. The wind played with a stray lock on her nape and molded her light tunic to the shape of her breasts, revealing the graceful curve of her hips.

Leonard felt his breath catch. He was no longer the charismatic and self-assured prince. He was just a man, vulnerable, facing an apparition that defied all logic.

"Was this an erotic dream? Or?" He murmured to himself.

The power emanating from her, yet soft and calm, was that of a sandstorm contained in a woman’s body.

He swallowed with difficulty, his voice echoing strangely in this dreamlike landscape.

"Who are you?"

The woman slowly turned her head toward him. Her gaze, a deep brown and calm as a moonless night, plunged into his. On her full lips, a smile was born.

She held his nervous gaze, then spoke in a voice that evoked the rustle of wind over dunes.

"Leonard... of the Dantalion Lineage... It so happens that I noticed your talent during the ceremony."

Leonard blinked.

"Huh? How could this woman, this spirit? Have noticed me there?"

"Hmm... You are a spirit?" he exclaimed, a mixture of surprise and incomprehension in his voice. "But that makes no sense, I’m human."

He instinctively took a step back, but she did not move. On the contrary, her body suddenly disintegrated into a myriad of golden sand grains. The sand whirlwind slid across the ground and enveloped him. He felt a hand, soft and warm, rest on his nape, while a warm breath brushed his ear.

"You can call me Maia," she murmured, her voice resonating directly in his mind. "The first Pleiad... with authority over Sand."

Leonard woke with a start in his tree chamber, heart pounding, sweat beading on his forehead.

The coolness of the elf night had replaced the desert heat, but on his nape, the imprint of that warm hand lingered, like a delicious burn.

"Is this the first daughter of the king of spirits??"