Titan King: Ascension of the Giant-Chapter 439 : Was he joking or did he mean it?

Early the next morning, in the castle's rear garden.

Orion carefully took the faerie insect from its wooden box and placed it in Lilith's palm.

"What a gorgeous little darling!"

The faerie insect, marked with vibrant blue stripes, left Orion's hand and spun anxiously in circles atop Lilith's palm. Lilith extended a finger, teasing it while remarking on its lovely appearance.

"I recall you once raised a frost giant. Where is it now?"

Orion's memory flashed back to an egg he had gifted Lilith—a frost giant egg. He couldn't help asking about it.

"I left it in Blackstone City. It's grown so big that it's not cute at all anymore."

"I let it join the Hunting Party. It'll grow more robust that way."

Without looking up, Lilith kept her focus on the faerie insect in her hand.

"That frost giant is quite promising; it can reach Alpha-level easily if you take proper care of it."

Orion offered a gentle reminder. Lilith nodded, lightly pinching the faerie insect, unable to tear her eyes from it.

"Let this little creature live among the magical plants, and have the maidservants keep an eye on it."

Lilith waved her hand, indicating she would personally tend to it. Orion smiled softly, then turned to head back toward the castle's meeting hall.

In the meeting hall, Blood Elf Lycanor was already waiting.

"Ms. Lycanor, how are you finding your stay in Stoneheart City?"

Orion strode into the reception area and moved to the central seat, his voice resonating with warmth.

"Stoneheart City is magnificent, and its magical energy is quite dense."

Lycanor gazed at Orion, a keen light flickering in her eyes. Within this transformed city, she had discovered several unusual structures, which struck her as remarkable.

"Ms. Lycanor, have you come on behalf of the trade route?"

"Lord Orion, you're incredibly perceptive—that's exactly why I'm here!"

Orion erupted into hearty laughter, raising his goblet and draining it in one gulp.

The territory around Stoneheart City boasted two trade routes. One passed through the ogre lands and into the human kingdom, connecting to the dwarves and dragons. The other ran between Stoneheart City, the Blood Elves' City of Blessings, and the Dragons' Whitecliff City.

Orion had deduced Lycanor's intentions the moment Theodore left and she voluntarily chose to remain behind.

"If I agree to your terms, what benefits does the Stoneheart Horde gain?"

Orion was straightforward. Rather than refuse to open up this trade route, he wanted to know what was in it for him.

"We'll waive taxes on the Stoneheart Horde's goods. And if it's something we happen to need, we'll pay 10% more than the price offered by the dragons."

Lycanor answered so promptly it seemed she had planned every detail long ago.

"Wonderful. May the friendship between the Stoneheart Horde and the Blood Elves endure forever!"

Orion raised his goblet, and Lycanor mirrored his gesture, thus sealing their agreement.

"Lord Orion, I have another request: the Blood Elves would like to trade for golden thistle flowers. In exchange, we're willing to offer moonwater and crystal cores."

After finishing her drink, Lycanor brought up the golden thistle flowers again.

Orion studied Lycanor carefully. Her beautiful face was partially veiled by a few strands of wavy bangs, making her even more alluring.

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"Orion, it's rather rude to stare so boldly at a lady in that way."

Lycanor noticed the desire in Orion's eyes. Her lips curved upward slightly, exuding absolute confidence in her own charm. Unlike Lilith, Delilah, or Ava, Lycanor's confidence did not solely stem from her beauty but from her formidable power.

"Hahaha… Ms. Lycanor, has no one ever told you how stunning you are? The moment I saw you, I thought about having sex with you."

Orion openly voiced the heat in his gaze. Yet, after a burst of laughter, he reined in his stare, his expression settling like that of a beast drifting into repose.

"If you're willing to provide moonwater and crystal cores, then we'll have ourselves a deal."

Quietly uttering these words, Orion unexpectedly agreed to Lycanor's proposal.

Lycanor, who had been staring into her goblet, lifted her gaze to scrutinize Orion. Based on her initial calculations, both the trade route and the golden thistle flowers would have required lengthy negotiations to hammer out specific terms. She had even prepared herself to offer her body if it proved necessary to seal the deal.

She had never expected Orion to agree to both requests so readily.

"Wonderful. Then we have a deal!"

Lycanor declared, looking at Orion with some puzzlement.

Orion offered a faint smile, as though everything was already under his control. In truth, he had analyzed the situation fully: that Blood Elf trade route would benefit the Stoneheart Horde, the Blood Elves, and the Dragons. Hoping to squeeze many extra benefits from the Blood Elves was unrealistic. Besides, the Blood Elves and Stoneheart Horde were neighbors; being too demanding could only harm their future cooperation.

Regarding the golden thistle flowers, Orion had never expected to barter them for vast quantities of moonwater. Receiving a portion of moonwater and crystal cores was already more than satisfactory.

A sudden stillness settled in the reception hall. An indescribable tension, both stifling and suggestive, slowly grew between Orion and Lycanor. After some time, Lycanor—unable to endure it—finally broke the silence.

"Lord Orion, the new Blood Elf King will ascend the throne at the start of next month. I'd like to invite you to the ceremony."

This caught Orion's attention. During the civil war, the previous elf king had been slain by the arch lord white dragon, Frostsire. No one had mentioned any successor until now. Apparently, the Blood Elves had reorganized enough to install a new monarch.

"My apologies, I'm still unfamiliar with the name of this new king."

"The new Blood Elf King is named Rommath. He was once an elf prince."

Orion nodded. He only knew the former king, Anasterian. He had never heard of Prince Rommath.

"If it's possible, I'll make every effort to attend. If commitments keep me away, I'll be sure to send an envoy."

Accepting her invitation, Orion noticed the joy on Lycanor's face as she nodded her agreement.

"Well then, Lord Orion, I plan to depart now."

Orion emptied his glass before making a gesture for her to do as she pleased.

Leaving the castle, Lycanor suddenly realized her cheeks felt hot, as though a light flush had crept across them.

"How invasive his look was, how provocative his words—he actually admitted he wanted to have sex with me. Was he joking or did he mean it?"

Murmuring her own question, Lycanor steadied her breathing and strode toward the guest house prepared for the Blood Elves.

As for Orion, after bidding Lycanor farewell, he found himself lost in silent thought.