It has been so many years since Fellyore became nothing more than a distant memory, yet in all this time, I did all I could to survive and find a home for myself and my wife. With her being a dryad, it was not easy to get people to accept it, I had to hide her true nature even from my own family when I arrived in Paramanium.

As I stopped the car, I leaned back in my chair and looked at the gates in front of us. It was the entrance to Ilia Port City. The traders, adventurers, and normal travelers were all sitting in line, waiting for their turn to get inside.

I got out of the car and stretched my arms a bit while breathing in the air. It had the smell of the sea, and I could hear the seagulls screaming in the sky as they flew around. Back on Earth, they were among the top predators on the beach, but in this world, they were the favorite prey of other flying monsters.

Keltaru, Neya, and Soleya received quite a shock when we told them that Illsy was a Godlike Dungeon Lord. Although it was a bit unpleasant, they still had trouble believing that I was his wife, or more like they could not accept it for some reason.

Honestly, I had expected a bit more from my former servants.

I didn't think that Illsy would suggest separating in this manner. It didn't make any sense to me because we could have just as simply drove to Nasat and bought the goods Tamara was looking for and then head to Argos to free Keltaru, Soleya and Neya. We could have also continued to Ilia and freed them there...

This separation didn't make any sense even from the point of saving time. We weren't in a hurry, and it wasn't like someone or something was chasing after us. If Illsy felt like it, at Ilia Port, he could turn a left and head to Dravis Port. It was all the same for us.

After we left Polis, we stopped at about one kilometer away from the city and began to heal, feed, wash, and clothe the newly bought slaves just like we once did for everyone else who traveled with us.

In this world, it was normal for peasants to see nobles as their superiors and understand that their lives meant nothing when compared to theirs. Of course, murder and torture were acts punishable by law in many kingdoms, but the severity of it varied from one to another.

The city of Polis had a lot of wares I didn't see in Port Rico. There was even a music shop here which sold flouts and acoustic guitars. Because there was a chance that Lumia was going to be the dance teacher, and Ayuseya was most likely going to give violin lessons, I had to stock up on musical instruments and eventually learn how to make them. To my surprise, Savannah was also quite skillful at the guitar, but there was no one among us who touched a piano.

“When Paramanium was but a Kingdom and not an Empire, they allied themselves with the elves. Under the pretext of 'allies', they gained access to their Dungeons, which granted the elves their vast riches, and then destroyed them one by one. When none was left, the Kingdom's might began to weaken and soon the Paramanium Kingdom turned their swords against their former allies. In the span of a couple of years, they completely conquered the elves and forced them to flee or were exiled to the Allasn and Sorone continents.” Savannah said while pointing at a map she drew on the ground.

The sounds of rustling chains echoed around me. They belonged to the slaves who were about to be sold in the upcoming auction. Many of them stifled their tears and tried to put on a poker mask, to pretend like they did not care or were not bothered by this at all. Yet, for those who looked at them carefully, they could see the dark circles under their eyes and the traces left behind by the salted tears. On mine there was no such things. I had no reason to cry or weep.

I climbed out of the car and looked at the stage where the slaves were being auctioned off. I was a draconian and as such I was taller than the average human by more than half a meter. For me, it was easy to see who stood all the way over there without needing to move closer to the stage.

“Are you sure it's him?” Illsyore asked walking over to me.

“I think so...” I said.

With each passing week, my belly was getting bigger, and I could feel the new lives pulsing inside of me. Knowing the I am pregnant with the children of the one I came to love gave me a wonderful feeling. I was always holding a calm and peaceful state of mind, while deep inside the desire and urge to protect my little ones grew ever larger.

With my new slaves acquired, we left Kantor and stopped at about two kilometers away from it. Tamara, Shanteya, and Ayuseya began to set up camp, while Nanya and Zoreya were checking the health status of our new slaves. They all looked worried about their uncertain future, especially the dancer, while the Supreme reacted like an overgrown doll without a mind of its own.

This sight of her was a bit disturbing, however, before I got down to business, I went to recover some of my initial investment.

Before we arrived in Kantor, Nanya, Ayuseya, and Shanteya suggested that I should not let our slaves out while we were inside the town. Their sheer number and the fact that we did not appear to have enough guards would instigate quite a lot of thieves, scoundrels, and greedy nobles to try and steal them from us or claim them as theirs. I argued against the idea, but they made it quite clear that while they were Over Supremes, we still lacked the visual number for the size of our convoy.

The following day, I woke up feeling refreshed and brimming with energy. The little jog I had through the cold night did wonders for me. Unlike me, Ayuseya let the sweet embrace of sleep last longer. She was also a bit sluggish because of the cold, but the others had no problem getting up and preparing for the new day.

The villagers were most definitely pleased with the quality of the food prepared by Tamara. It wouldn't be wrong to say it resembled the meals of certain prosperous nobles, something a commoner's family could only dream about tasting in this world. For us, however, this was normal, everyday food. But although not special, Tamara always cooked with all of her heart and enjoyed every moment of the process. Maybe that was the main reason it tasted so great.

Our encounter with the stereotypical idiot noble ended with him and his troops facing complete extermination at my hand. I practically could have killed them in countless different ways. If I really wanted to be cruel, I could have frozen their feet then walk up to them and peel the skin and muscles right off their skeletons. The pain, horror, and suffering resulting from this would have certainly been enough to give anyone a nightmare to last. However, scaring my slaves half to death wasn't something I wanted to do.

Illsy told me where I would find Zoreya and Tamara, then I left together with Wolf. On the way, I explained to the young child something Illsy forgot to tell him, and that was the fact that Shanteya was the el'doraw with silver hair and a pale complexion, while Zoreya was the blond human woman he saw inside the carriage. As for her sad expression, she was just sleepy, not at all jealous or anything like that.

With a sigh escaping my lips, I started the engine of the MCV. A soft hum could be heard from under the hood, and just like that, we made our way toward Krestan.

“Are you alright, Illsy?” asked Ayuseya as she patted my shoulder.

I let out another sigh.

“It couldn't be helped, we had to do it this way, otherwise you were going to end up breaking their common sense again.” Nanya pointed out with a shrug.

I let out another sigh.

I stopped the car in what I believed was a good spot to set up camp for the night. At such a late hour, it was highly unlikely for us to meet up with other travelers. It was not impossible though. Ayuseya and Shanteya once told me that if needed be Nobles would travel at night, and the driver of their carriage would normally use Light Crystals or Light Spells in order to see where they were going. The numbers of their guards were also increased because this was the time when monsters were more active and bandits loved to attack.

Together with Shanteya, we went and visited all the tailors in Port Rico in order to see what Paramanium had to offer in terms of clothes for children and adults. We went with high hopes, but they were soon crushed both by the lack of products and the way the tailors treated us. It was becoming clear that the idea of human superiority was getting more popular, especially with the Paramanium Empire being led by a long-lasting human monarchy.

Our journey to Thorya Continent was one that was not met with any danger. Although I had no idea how to get to Port Rico, where I wanted to drop anchor, we managed to come across a Paramanium Empire Navy Galleon. The captain was kind enough to give us directions on how to reach it. Of course, he needed a little 'persuasion' first. Nanya took care of that... with her fists.

If I let Ayuseya do it, he would have been brutally killed by her.