When the ultimate battle against Seh'el'ennis ended, the few surviving knights of Reiner returned home to find a dead country. I'll get to that conflict one day, maybe. Let's just say, in the meantime, that if you were to put the carnage that has plagued our universe all together, this combined set of events would seem insignificant in comparison. Two-thirds of all Elohim were exterminated. As a reward for their bravery, Ashimora, who had just inherited the reinir protectorate as a personal kingdom, offered a planet to her last surviving friends. This is how our Noble Houses were born.

These great founding families will be joined by others, of varying prosperity, established by young Elohim on the ashes of deserted territories. Just imagine! An entire galaxy was suddenly left abandoned, leaving an opportunity for subsequent generations to rebuild in their own image. The glorious age we knew before the first Murrean war was born during this time. My wife, Leilin, fought with the sovereign and was given Zhijia, a jewel planet, as a gift to use as a fiefdom for her future clan. My heroine stood out from the crowd with her fighting skills. However, it was her participation in a desperate assault on Seh'el'ennis that earned her a mythical fame.

The testimonies concerning that event are contradictory, except on one point: the White Lich slapped her so hard that the moon on which they were standing exploded. Her comrades will find her six light-seconds away, with a chunk of her crushed. My sweety was able in return to stab this overpowered opponent in the shoulder with an Ar'eloah blade. Such a wound will be decisive, weakening Seh'el'ennis enough to allow Empress Mara to prevail. Needless to say, the word 'legendary' hardly suffices.

Her body has obviously regenerated, yet some after-effects are still visible: my darling is blind and deaf on one side, her face is covered by a male palm. She limps, a little. Her bare skin looks cracked like an old painting. Otherwise she is a beautiful young girl with black hair, combed into four long pigtails. Her lovely blue eyes sparkle. She brightens herself with makeup, erasing her skin flaws and, unfortunately, her brown color. All members of the Zhijia House are thus more tanned than their matriarch!

In terms of temperament, Leilin is a perfect reinir woman, embodying loyalty, honor, duty and excellence! She is also violent, stubborn, misogynistic, desperately vulgar and a nymphomaniac. If you remember my notes about sex and Elohim, you should realize why this last ailment is a problem. Nothing calms her except an endless supply of partners. Luckily, my sweetheart happens to be a lesbian in a female country. Her pathological need can evolve in a supportive environment, at least.

My love sees battle as foreplay. Brutality excites her. She needs that in order for it to be 'satisfying'. In any other soldier, such a flaw would impact a career, but we are talking about a mythological champion appointed admiral by our queen. Who would be bold enough to criticize? One evening, an idea came into her mind to fix her 'issue'. There is a category of chicks who are not only interested in duels, but are willing to pay the price without question: her own officers!

In theory, it sounds smart. Reiner maintains a highly hierarchical mentality. Advancement in your family depends on accomplishments. Defeat a matriarch? Guaranteed promotion! Chivalry is made up of careerists, since we hardly do our jobs for millennia without ambition behind it. Surely, you can imagine how silly that decision was. Her subordinates took it with humor... and then the proposition made its way. Why not, after all? The opportunity being too great, it was worth a humiliating penalty. They accepted, failed miserably and all got bounced.

One or two would be of no consequence. What knight has never been intimate with colleagues during a moment of solitude? Nevertheless, here, her entire guard ended up in a bed! Anyone could understand that having an affair with one subordinate is dangerous enough. At first, it seemed like a comfortable situation. Her officers were of the competitive type who enjoyed a challenge, so they demanded revenge constantly. Here was my lovely matriarch securing an endless supply of sex!

No one won, with Leilin being far superior. The admiral, despite her experience, simply forgot one paramount truth: people talk and, funnily enough, especially babes who live in space for centuries. So Reiner as a whole soon heard an interesting rumor. At first, this oddity was taken as a charming anecdote. We're talking about a commander who crushes her subordinates in battle and 'enjoys her victory'. Why should it matter?

Reality eventually caught up with our audacious lady, when citizens realized that the problem could also be interpreted backwards. It wasn't Leilin who was dominating, no... it was her officers who were taming their superior! This story spread unchecked, especially among our country's rivals. They even incorporated the tale into their propaganda to the point that within ten years, the whole galaxy was calling my sweetheart « gentle admiral ». Everyone understood that she was always deadly dangerous, and yet the mere risk of opponents laughing at her arrival was enough to humiliate our kingdom.

Regardless, it would take a diplomatic incident for her nymphomania to truly become a national embarrassment: while she was making an official visit to Sied, Leilin raped one of the princesses. Freyja is not known for being tolerant of morons who touch her people, especially since « princess » in the vocabulary of a tree worshipper is a cabinet minister. Reiner suddenly found itself in an awkward position of having its most famous warrior sexually assaulting someone with the power to start wars.

Sied and Reiner, fortunately, did not want to taint their relationship over a « bedroom incident ». The unfortunate princess was forced to publicly apologize for having the audacity to be simultaneously in the wrong place at the wrong time! Leilin wasn't the kind to run away, so she cut off her own arm and offered it to her victim as an apology. Our limbs are growing back, it was like shaving her hair... but the lady appreciated her gesture.

When she came back, Ashimora invited the admiral to have tea, and delicately made her understand that if anything happened again, she would crush her throat between her fingers. The matriarch of Zhijia accepted this scolding in silence and proposed to create for herself a custom-made wife, who will help to keep her impulses under control. With anyone else, it would be a crime: to breed an Eloah for a job is a taboo. Her Majesty allowed the whim. Thus was decided my birth.