《The Goblin Nation》Vol 13 Chapter 11: Mari's Servant
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A month has passed after the battle for Everflow City. The Razin tribe began were now preparing to migrate to the city. Their walls were dismantled and were used to built wagons to carry their luggage. The process was made easier for their new larger bodies. Everyone in the village was excited to test their bodies by tearing the buildings and walls down; using their muscles felt euphoric for the once small goblins. But the transformation was most surprising to the caretakers.
Weeks after their transformation, the caretakers began to experience a change in their body they could never have dreamed of happening, there was blood between their legs. This was an exhilarating moment in the Lev caretakers. They were viewed with contempt by their tribesmen, ostracized by them because they were unable to give the gift of life. But now, they have that ability they coveted for years.
Meanwhile, the Razin caretakers were not elated with their new bodies. They viewed their sterile bodies as a sign by the gods to become the caretakers of mother nature. A prestige title among their tribesmen. But now, the one thing separating them from the mortal plane was gone. They were the same as the other women.
The Lev could not understand this way of thinking. Born in the harsher reality of the northern tribes, the act of birth was seen as the most important task a woman could ever achieve. But the gap between their two cultures was beginning to close, thanks to the most respected women in the tribe, Mari and Flute.
Mari woke up shortly after the war ended and during the transformation event. The caretakers, troubled by her sudden collapse, pampered her, despite Cyrus's protest. She wanted to be alone with Mari after the shock.
But Mari was content with being pampered by the goblins. She wanted to move around after being in bed for god knows how long. Fortunately, the women needed her guidance more than ever after their transformation. Mari helped those uncomfortable with their new body get used to it and assisted the caretakers in agricultural work in Violin's absence.
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Meanwhile, the Lev caretakers' relationship with Flute suddenly changed after the blue pyre disappeared. Flute became a goddess after leaving the flame. She had a slender body and was taller than Mari. Her cherry blond hair was shorter, but its colors grew more vibrant. Her jawline was pronounced, and crystal green eyes were as shard as her nose. Flute's skin was pale green which created a great contrast to her fiery hair.
The women feared and respected Flute long before Sun was ever born, but now their fear was gone. They respected and admired Flute. Some would say they look up to her both physically and emotionally. And some envied Tie with her intimate relationship with Flute.
May was not one of them. She respected Flute, but her attention was elsewhere. She looked towards the direction of Everflow City and prayed that she could meet Sun soon.
Fortunately, time was moving faster than anyone expected. With the end of spring and the coming of summer, the day grew longer and the night got shorter. The day met longer work, and work meant time moved faster because the goblins were too distracted to check the time. And now they were about to move.
Pagasa teleported back to the village after a month of preparation. Mari greeted Pagasa while Cyrus hid inside her room, gnawing her nails at the sight of his overwhelming appearance. "Did everything go according to the plan?" Mari asked.
"Yes, and how about you? Are you ok?"
"Yeah, I'm fine!" Mari puffed her chest out. "Doing better than ever! But are you sure you have enough to teleport everyone to Everflow City. We're pretty far, and there are over three hundred goblins here."
"Three hundred is nowhere near enough to deplete my mana."
"Hahahaha!" Mari laughed, "Confident as ever. And also," Mari's expression became softer, "Thank you for helping my son. I owe you one after I collapsed."
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Pagasa smiled at her then took out his chalk. He began to walk around the greenhouse and wrote his magic spell. Then he snapped his finger. Mana began to pour out from his feet and covered the Crystal Garden. Then the mana broke down the building into tiny bits and it floated in the wind like fallen leaves on a sunny autumn day.
The goblins danced around the falling magical petals before returning to work, preparing their luggage for the teleportation. They lined up in front of Pagasa with their belongings anxious to experience the strange power of teleportation. But they were also excited to get to the city and meet their loved ones that fought in the siege. Pagasa wrote the same magic spell inscription on their forehead. Mari and Cyrus were the first ones in line. "It doesn't stain right?" Mari asked, "I don't want to meet my son with a giant white circle on my forehead."
"Hehehe," Pagasa giggle, "It's dry washable."
Next was Cyrus, She covered her eyes with her hands. Her body trembled when Pagasa touched her skin, and she ran to Mari's side as quickly as possible. He pitied the young lady. She is still so young, especially in her culture, and already she experienced hell on earth. Then it was Flute's turn. She was extremely tall for a goblin. Pagasa had to stand on his toes to reach her head. "I used to think you were unreachable. But not you look so small." Flute smiled.
"Didn't think you were into jokes."
"And I didn't think you could laugh." Flute glanced at Mari, "But it seems that even you can be fickle, sometimes."
"Fickle?" Flute walked away before Pagasa could ask her the meaning of her words. The line continued to come. Once the entire village had their runes on their head, Pagasa snapped his finger at everyone and everything disappeared in the blink of an eye.
The village arrived at the center of the city, next to the moat. And across the water was Sun and his brothers waving at them. A large longship was parked next to them with a black-haired goblin standing on its deck. "Brother, they've arrived." She yelled.
A tall chubby goblin was standing on the ship's wheel. His blond hair and yellow feathers glowed under the sun's light. "Welcome to Everflow City. I am your guide, Horder!"
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