As the people rescued from the Slane Theocracy's indoctrination poured into Tus Nadair, Night Silver, along with some of her more powerful children resurrected those who were killed due to their refusal. It was definitely a sight to see. Fortunately, they were able to isolate the children from such sights to some degree.
"Welcome, children, to Tus Nadair."
Some of the slightly older children, about 10 years old, grew worried.
"What is a demon like you going to do with those children!" A woman freshly resurrected cried out.
"I'm not a demon. That was a lie your leaders decided to spread among your people. Blaming one group of people, and demonizing them to the point they did is enough to make others do dirty work." Night Silver replied in a smooth, soothing tone.
She looked at a young child, old enough to understand that things were changing, and yet young enough to have avoided the worst of the brainwashing. Picking the child up with a warm smile, she cuddled her warmly.
"You looked like you were hungry."
"We've only once a day for… Uhm-"
"Is that true? Only one meal per day? How much is it?"
"Barely enough to survive… Not even…" A woman who seemed to be coming around, or was struggling with something else.
"Hmm, is this little girl yours?"
"Are you going to hurt her?"
"No." Night Silver started to feed the little girl. "Niota, could you call in some more women for me? There's a lot of children in need of emergency sustenance."
"As you wish mother." Niota left, and quickly finished his task. It was quite easy to do considering that it was a request from their goddess, no woman would refuse to have a chance to help their goddess.
"You're… You're feeding them?" The woman from before asked, shocked beyond belief. "How could a demon possess such kindness?"
"I'm not a demon. Though, even if I was, I'd still act like this. Race has never determined the morality of the person. One of the 13 heroes was a real demon. He was actually what someone might call a Demon God. And yet he fought to save your people from others of his kind."
"I-"
"It's fine if you struggle to understand. I personally would never force a child to bear the burden of their parent's sins. I didn't do it back with the eight greed kings, despite what some might say, I was fair." She said, taking a second child, and started feeding them too. "I love children, watching them turn into adults and having children of their own is a wonderful experience. And so I built my nation around that. For the continued good of the generations."
"So my nation was in the wrong the whole time?"
"Yes."
"Why didn't you do anything about it? Many dem- Elves died because of it."
"I wanted to, I really wanted to. But, I couldn't shake the determination of my children, to forge their future with their own hands."
The first girl popped off the breast. "I'm full now."
"Good, you had your fill. Why don't you go play in the bath? Once you're done, you get to pick out what kind of little outfit you'd like to start with."
"Really!? I get to pick!"
"Yep. We give all new comers a brand new set of clothes fitting of, Tus Nadair. It's a right of passage, shedding all things from the world prior, washing yourself clean of them, and then dawning a whole new look, to face a brand new dawn."
"How… How much do the dresses cost?"
"Huh? Cost?"
"Yes, like how expensive are they? I don't think I can afford it. You already fed my girl. I'm already broke now…"
"Oh! That's right your outside world uses currency! It's been so long since I dealt with that directly I nearly forgot." Night Silver giggled all cute like.
"Huh? How… Beautiful…"
…
The battle raged on. With many of the stronger elves engaging in direct conflict with the Slane Theocracy's god-kin. Brutal fight, after brutal fight. A god-kin falls, followed by another. Occasionally an elf would fall in battle, but they were quickly returned to the back line, with a full corpse. No elf left behind, not in this grand battle.
"Summon another round of angels!"
"Chain Lightning!"
"Flaming whip!"
"Surging Current!"
The angels and half of the summoners in the area were killed.
"What the hell?! Their magic is way stronger than it normally should be!"
"No, you're just too weak." An assassin's blade relieved a commander of his head. "If you'd remained a low ranking soldier, you might have survived this war." He said, spitting on the now dead man.
"My Queen! The Assassin teams have begun making their return!"
"Good! Launch the new assault unit!"
"Yes, your majesty!"
Soon there was a new type of combatant on the field of battle. Elven men and women dressed in some of the most revealing attire possible. A commander watched in horror as this new unit appeared. Unlike the last idiot, he was more well learned, and knew…
"That's the Nadairian battle gear. Even a regular soldier would approach the heroic realm with gear like that. But what's worse…" He looked around. "The soldiers are all men, and seem to lose themselves when seeing those exposed bodies…" He looked over at the god-kin. "There aren't many left. And they haven't bothered to kill the main army, at least, they haven't been targeting them in their wide assaults…" He added.
"You know, if you pull your forces back now. I'll spare your life. And the lives of your soldiers."
"Huh?! An elf? I didn't even sense you."
"What will you do?"
"What happens if I do?"
"A complete collapse of your nation's formation. However, this would happen regardless. You'd be saving lives if you retreat now."
It didn't take long for the man to make a decision. "Very well, They stole my daughter to use as god-kin breeding material. I have no need to worry about these people any more."
"If that's the case, take comfort in the fact that mother has saved them from a life of tyranny." The elf vanished from sight.
Raising his sword, the commander shouted his order. "FULL SCALE RETREAT!"
…
"Heh, time for the flanking of their forces and destruction of all their god-kin."
The elven forces pushed into the now substantial gap, split into two, and began forcibly clearing out the enemy. Fast, efficient, and extremely effectively. There wasn't a single elf who didn't know what to do next.
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