Summoning Total War - Chapter 50

Chapter 50: Queen (Part 1)

There was a strange atmosphere inside the tent.

Murphy was fine, but Evanna, the harpy queen, drank the broth bit by bit. She didn’t know why, but when she looked into Murphy’s eyes, she felt confused for some reason. Her face slowly turned a bright red, perhaps due to the fact she was feeling better after eating something.

Her pair of pure white wings spread out and trembled gently.

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There’s something to be noted here, and that’s that once Murphy set his heart on doing something, he was extremely dedicated.

This could be seen in his frequent attention to detail. As everyone probably knows, a person who considers all the details is someone who’s fully devoted to the task at hand. When this type of person is completely focused, they’ll often ignore other things that aren’t as important. When Murphy rescued the creature that looked like an angel, he was simply doing what he thought was right and didn’t have any ulterior motives.

This was because without knowing the specific identity of the other party, how could he even plot something against her?

When he’d decided to save her, Murphy had simply thought that he couldn’t just stand by and watch as this angelic creature died right in front of him.

This thinking was a little childish, but it was genuine.

The bowl of meat broth was quickly finished. Murphy’s arms felt a little sore, and he couldn’t help but start moving his muscles.

As soon as he looked back up, he was stunned!

He saw the fascinating face of Evanna the harpy queen. Her charming face was tinged with a blush, and her eyes were slightly dim. There was a trace of confusion in her watery eyes that made her look like she was drunk.

Murphy was pretty sure he had fed her meat broth?

So why did it look like she was intoxicated?

As mentioned earlier, Murphy was a very focused person when he was concentrating on doing his work. Moreover, when he realized that the other party had a kind of attractive, charming fragrance, he involuntarily started to resist that smell that easily aroused his desires.

How did he resist it?

He concentrated all his attention and focused on a specific task. This way, he naturally wouldn’t easily be attracted by the fragrance.

This was a very simple method.

Therefore, to avoid any unnecessary troubles when he was feeding her the soup, he concentrated his attention on the soup and held it to his mouth to cool it by blowing on it before delivering it to the lips of the other party.

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“Why are you saving me, human?” Evanna, the harpy queen, asked. It seemed that she was slowly recovering her strength after drinking the bowl of fragrant meat broth.

She leaned back into Murphy’s lap and stared at him with her ruby-colored eyes. It was as if she wanted to see through him and see into his true nature. But she failed. Even with the divine insight brought about by magic, he was unreadable, like a fog within a fog.

“You are very beautiful,” Murphy said as he helped her to lie down on her back again. He frowned slightly, then added: “And you don’t look very dangerous either.”

This answer surprised the harpy queen a little.

“Aren’t the harpies in your human legends all portrayed as evil and cunning?” Evanna asked. She didn’t believe that the other party hadn’t realized that she was a harpy, because she and the priests had all suffered the same injuries. The arrow of the moonwalker, who was the best shooter amongst the high elves, had taken the lives of her priests and had almost taken her life as well!

The harpy queen couldn’t help but clench her hands into fists. Her heart was full of hatred for the moonwalkers.

“Breathe in, breathe out, relax! If not, the wound could re-open!” Murphy said, lifting his hand to caress the other party’s chest to signal to her to relax. Although the Holy Water had very strong healing properties, it would still take a day or two for a complete recovery. If the wound re-opened, he would have to find a needle and thread to suture her up, because the effects of Holy Water after using it again within a short period of time were much weaker.

It was a natural instinct for Murphy to gently stroke her chest, just as he had when he first treated her.

But it was a bit different now because the other party was awake, so his gesture could have multiple meanings. He was already very focused on saving the creature and hadn’t felt anything the first time. But this time, Murphy clearly felt the smooth and soft feel of her skin against the palm of his hand, which soothed him, just like it had when he had stroked her feathers!

It felt really good!

“Are you a harpy?” Murphy asked, cleverly changing the subject before the other party could respond. At this time, he remembered the strange creatures the aboriginals had been talking about that they had heard of. The harpies were one of them. Thinking about it this way, he actually found that the corpses really matched the characteristics of the harpies as stated by the aboriginals. But the angelic creature in front of him was also a part of the harpies?

There seemed to be a large number of differences between her and the harpies.

“I am a harpy… priest,” Evanna said. She indeed hadn’t noticed the uncertainties of the moment. Instead, Murphy’s act of reassuring her made her feel close to him.

A harpy priest?

In other words, that meant, like his own high priestess, she would be able to do magic or spells?

Suddenly, Murphy realized that this was why she looked closer to a human than a harpy. Presumably, she was a higher being in the harpy ethnic group.

“Hehe,” Murphy giggled, smiling widely. He picked up a thin blanket and covered her. Then he spread open the blanket and lay opposite her. Evanna, the harpy queen, gazed at him. Murphy smiled again and said slowly: “It looks like the harpies are indeed cunning in the human legends. In the story, it seems that harpies like to abduct handsome young men who enter their territory.”

“Just like me,” Murphy said, pausing before adding this.

Titter!

The harpy queen turned her head aside and shrugged her shoulders. When she turned back to look at him, her expression was very calm.

Legends are usually colorful, artful stories with literary themes, but in actuality, whenever the harpies met a man and looked into his eyes, most of the men were usually violently robbed, and what had been looted from them wasn’t always within the scope of the harpies’ consideration.

This human in front of her seemed somewhat interesting.

Male species were a very rare thing in the harpy ethnic group. This was because in the underground world, the males of most other races didn’t meet the aesthetic standards of the harpies. And as a higher being of the harpies, Evanna, the harpy queen, who had transformed into a winged man, had reverted back to the habits of the high elves. In her view, the other races in the underground world were unsightly and not up to her standards!

The harpy queen looked intently at Murphy with her ruby-like eyes. Murphy’s skin was very fair, and he seemed to be a nobleman of considerable status in the human world. His face was handsome, with a bit of the beauty and slenderness found in the elven clans. He was very young and a little naïve, almost to the point that he looked a little underaged. The only thing that made her feel a sense of familiarity was the faint flash of fortitude in his look. It was something that only males who had experienced war and killing truly possessed!

Human language was too duplicitous and literal. Perhaps it would be more appropriate to describe it in the words of the harpies!

This was a very young, beautiful, and very strong male!

This thought made the harpy queen’s lonely heart flutter. As a majestic queen, she may need such a male. In fact, she had been searching for a male that met her standards for a really long time…

You had to admit that as a race that habitually took males captive as their spouses, their ideas and opinions were a little bit off the wall. Although Evanna, the harpy queen, had reverted back to some of the habits of the high elves, this didn’t mean she forgot the ideas and viewpoints of the harpies. The harpies were a matriarchal race that had descended from the matriarchal social structure of the elves. Just like how the average person couldn’t imagine a female elf courting a male elf, there were a lot of other things that would be seen as incredibly different among the harpy race!

The harpy queen, with her charming face and pure white wings, stared at Murphy. Her lips curled upward into a mysterious smile as she said slowly: “To be honest, I really want to abduct you as my spouse.”

Was this a hint?

Murphy suddenly felt his heart beating fast, and his mouth was a little dry. He was a little uncomfortable, as he was usually the one who took the initiative.

So he did something that he thought was right!

Murphy looked at the harpy queen in front of him with a fierce and penetrating look. His firm gaze made the harpy queen feel slightly uncomfortable, as if she were completely naked and exposed before this strange male.

This lasted a full two minutes.

Then, Murphy smiled and said: “Could this be considered repaying kindness with ingratitude?”

The harpy queen turned her head aside and said nothing.

But the corners of her mouth involuntarily curved upward slightly, and her eyes narrowed into a smile.

“Go to sleep,” Murphy said. He pulled the blanket over the harpy queen, then lay back on the opposite side.

Then he turned over and fell asleep.