My Free Will System: Transmigrating Into My Favorite Immersion Game

Elias let out a long sigh as he looked at his status menu

[ FWP: 1,850,000 /10,000,000,000

Name: Elias Ashdown

Class: Swordsman, Farmer, Mage(Contractual, Caster, Dependent[Dominator])

Title: Farmer, One blessed by Fate, swordsman, Child of Light, Child of Destiny, Loved by Mana, Mage, False Dragon Slayer, Hero of Eldoria.

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Health: 12 000/12 000

Mana: 5 000 000/5 000 000

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Strength: 55

Agility: 40

Speed: 45

Stamina: 80

Intelligence: 210

]

"Haha," He chuckled nervously, "I'm broke. I spent so many FWPs in the fight against Acedia, but what cost me most was probably teleporting all the Flarefolk to the Highlands.

I need to learn a way to teleport without having to purchase a ring from the store." He pondered openly

"I also got a new title, I wonder if they are just for show or they have any actual use. I hope it's the latter, the ones in [Arcane Days] are mostly just for show"

"Elias Ashdown" Lady Isolde called out to Elias, interrupting his musing

'Lady Isolde of all people, what does she want with me?'

Elias  tried to make sense of Lady Isolde's behavior. It wasn't like her to be so cordial, for that matter. She was known for her sharp mind and even sharper tongue, not for exchanging sly smiles and soft words. And yet, there she was, tilting her head in greeting, thanking him for saving her life. Elias had seen many sides of Eldoria's nobility, but this was a side of Lady Isolde he hadn't expected.

When Lady Isolde tipped her head in a gesture of gratitude, Elias was momentarily stunned. He quickly masked his surprise, bowing in return to match her formality. He opened his mouth to ask why she had approached him, but Lady Isolde was faster, her keen eyes catching his bewilderment.

"You have a terrible poker face, Elias," she remarked with a knowing smirk. "It's obvious you're surprised to see me."

Elias chuckled softly, though he still wasn't sure how to respond. Lady Isolde's presence, her words, her tone—all of it was unexpected.

"I wanted to thank you," Lady Isolde continued, her expression softening in a way Elias had never seen. "For saving my life. Seraphina told me what you did. I was as good as dead, and somehow, you brought me back from the brink with your healing magic."

Elias shifted his weight uncomfortably, "I was just doing what was right," he said, downplaying the deed. "Anyone would have done the same." He made a move to leave, but Lady Isolde caught his arm, her grip gentle but firm.

"That kind of healing," she said, her voice tinged with curiosity, "isn't just something people do. It takes years of study, of dedication. Who taught you?"

Elias hesitated, wary of her probing questions. Lady Isolde's sharp eyes were locked on his, and he could feel the weight of her scrutiny. "It's natural for me," he answered bluntly. "Maybe it's just a perk of being the Child of Light."

Lady Isolde didn't seem satisfied with his answer. She leaned closer, her gaze intense. "Natural, you say? Even the most skilled healers can't perform the kind of magic you did. There's more to it than that, isn't there?"

Elias stiffened, his patience fraying. He wasn't in the mood to be interrogated, especially not by someone who was supposed to be thanking him. "Are you here to express gratitude," he asked pointedly, "or to interrogate me?"

Lady Isolde blinked, taken aback by his directness. For a moment, her confident facade cracked, and she looked almost embarrassed. "You're right," she conceded, releasing his arm. "My apologies."

She turned to leave, but Elias, still curious about her unexpected approach, stopped her with a question of his own. "I didn't know you were related to Queen Seraphina."

Lady Isolde paused, glancing back at him with a faint smile. "Yes," she said. "I'm Seraphina's older sister."

Elias raised an eyebrow. Despite the resemblance in their regal bearing, the two sisters were different in almost every way. "You don't look older at all," he remarked, allowing a flirtatious edge to creep into his voice. "You could pass for age mates."

Lady Isolde laughed, a light, musical sound that caught Elias off guard. It was rare to see her so relaxed, so... human. "You flatter me," she said, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Elias took a step closer, emboldened by her reaction. "It's not flattery if it's true," he said, lowering his voice conspiratorially. "They say the older the berry, the sweeter the juice."

Lady Isolde's smile widened, and she tilted her head, studying him as if he were a particularly interesting puzzle. "Is that so? I have never heard anyone say that" she mused, playing along. "But don't you know that some berries are poisonous?"

Elias leaned in, closing the distance between them. "Forbidden fruits are always the most tempting," he whispered. "I'd take the risk for a taste of the sweetest berry, even if it might be dangerous."

Lady Isolde's eyes gleamed with a mixture of amusement and warning. "You're a bold young man, Elias," she said, her tone teasing. "But perhaps you should stick to berries within your reach. Stretching too far can be... hazardous."

Elias was about to respond, the flirtatious banter flowing easily now, when the sound of footsteps interrupted them. They both turned to see Queen Seraphina entering the corridor, Lady Selene trailing behind her. Seraphina's expression was hard to read, but Elias caught a flicker of annoyance—or was it jealousy?—in her eyes.

"Am I interrupting something?" Queen Seraphina asked, her voice crisp but edged with an emotion Elias couldn't quite place. Though she tried to keep her tone neutral, the slight tension in her stance gave her away.

Lady Isolde, ever quick on her feet, immediately sensed her sister's discomfort. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she leaned even closer to Elias, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered something that made his cheeks burn red. The words were too quiet for anyone else to hear, but whatever she said left Elias momentarily speechless.

Straightening up, Lady Isolde pulled back, her expression one of mock innocence. "Oh, we were just talking about berries," she said breezily, feigning nonchalance as she gave Seraphina a knowing smile. Without waiting for a response, she turned and walked away, her steps light and confident. Stay tuned to мѵʟ

Lady Selene, sensing the awkwardness in the air, quickly excused herself as well, leaving Elias alone with a clearly annoyed Queen Seraphina. The Queen's gaze was fixed on him, her expression a mix of irritation and something else Elias couldn't quite decipher.

"What was that about?" Seraphina asked, her tone sharper than usual.

Elias shrugged, trying to play it off as nothing. "Just a conversation," he said, attempting to sound casual. "Nothing important."

Seraphina's eyes narrowed slightly, her intuition telling her there was more to it than Elias was letting on. She studied him for a moment, her gaze intense and searching. Elias shifted uncomfortably under her scrutiny, feeling as though she was peeling back layers of him to see what lay beneath.

"Elias," Seraphina began, her voice softening but still holding an edge. "You're important to this kingdom, and to me. I don't want you getting caught up in... distractions."

Elias nodded, appreciating her concern but unsure how to address the underlying tension between them. "I know, Seraphina. I'm not looking for distractions."

Seraphina exhaled slowly, her shoulders relaxing a fraction. "Good," she said, though her voice still held a trace of unease. "We have enough to deal with as it is."

A mischievous smile crept up on Elias' face, "But aren't you forgetting something?" He asked, taking a hold of her hand firmly

"What is this?" Queen Seraphina stuttered as she asked.

Elias made his way to her room, pulling her along as he walked. Queen Serpent kept asking what Elias was doing but she did not get an answer.

Elias locked the door behind him as he and the Queen entered the room, it was the room of the late King Alaric and his precious wife Seraphina. His scent still hung in the air.

Elias pushed her on the soft bed lined with soft velvet silk sheets and even fluffier pillows.

"What is this?" She asked once again, this time averting her gaze from Elias.

Elias smiled, "I think you know just what this is, in fact I am very it has been on your mind a while now, you just never brought it up because of the situation at hand,"

Still laying on the bed, the Queen completely looked away, her face took on a visible red blush, " I don't know what you're talking about," she said

Elias propped her legs up, causing Seraphina's dress to fall to her waist and reveal her bare shaved and smooth sacred region.

"Ahh!!" She exclaimed, trying to cover her pussy with her hands.

"Remove your hands." Elias commanded and the Queen found herself immediately complying

"I promised you a reward if you carried out the task I gave you. I think it's time I give it to you" He said