The System Sent Me to Breed an All-Female Amazon Tribe-Chapter 207: Fairylynch Demons are Attacking?!

Titania, who had finally stood up from Benjamin’s lap to see their guests off, blinked in mild surprise.

"Ah, Seraphina’s niece, you mean?" she asked, tilting her head. "Yes, I heard she was released from Tartarus a few centuries ago actually. She’s been imprisoned there for over four thousand years for suddenly disrupting the Eighth Celestial War by attacking her aunt, the Star Dragon Seraphina."

"What a wild beast," Dynamis muttered, squinting slightly as though recalling old battle reports. "Why was she released if she is so much trouble? Will she not interrupt this soon coming Ninth Celestial War?"

"Hmmm. Maybe," Titania mused, tapping one finger against her chin in thought. "She’s kinda insane, you know, and no one knows what she’s thinking. In fact, the story is she freed herself from Tartarus and claimed she was repented now... I have nothing to do with her, though!!"

"What? I never implied that," Dynamis raised a brow.

"I know. I’m just making sure you’re not suspecting me again."

"Now you are just being suspicious."

BANG!!

The grand vine-carved doors of the throne hall burst open with a violent crash, slamming back against the living wood so hard that several glowing pink sap-lights fluctuated in protest.

A petite fairy messenger tumbled inside, wings buzzing frantically, her silver hair disheveled and her small chest heaving with exhaustion and panic.

"Your Majesty!" she cried out, voice high and trembling as she skidded to a halt on the petal-strewn floor. "Fairylynch Demons are attacking in earnest, thousands of them! They have already breached the outer border and are pushing deeper into the protected groves!"

Titania, still folding her arms and pouting from Dynamis last statement, lifted her head slowly. Her rainbow wings gave a single, puzzled flutter.

"Huh? Is it me, or are they suddenly far more aggressive than usual?" she asked, turning her violet gaze toward Vaelora with genuine curiosity.

Vaelora’s pink eyes narrowed thoughtfully, the sheer white robe she wore shifting slightly as she considered the report.

"After you and Master Benjamin’s powerful display of aura and magic that time, they must be craving that energy like starving beasts drawn to fresh blood," she answered, her tone calm yet edged with a little concern. "Such concentrated power leaking into the borders would naturally stir them into a frenzy."

Titania’s expression darkened a bit, then she turned her attention toward Isabelle, who stood quietly near the doorway.

"Where are Tera and Tesa right now?" she demanded, her small hands tightening on her dress.

Isabelle’s cheeks flushed a delicate shade of rose, but she answered without hesitation.

"Yes... they are both soundly asleep now. I found them both having sex with Benjamin this morning," she said, her voice carrying a soft, almost dreamy quality. "I joined them afterward, and it turned into a wonderful, lingering session. But when we finally left the chamber, the twins were still unconscious and completely spent."

"Eh?!" Benjamin protested immediately, face heating up as embarrassment flooded through him. "Don’t just expose us like that in front of everyone!"

Titania’s teeth ground together audibly, her tiny frame vibrating with irritation.

"Make sure to put those two through the wringer, Vaelora," she ordered, voice sharp as broken glass. "Don’t hold back even a little. And you, Benjamin! You’re also going to help with exterminating the demons, since you helped those debauched twins disobey me in the first place."

"Huh?!" Benjamin’s whine rose in pitch. "Where are you going?! And I haven’t fought demons before, or really fought anything at all!"

"Don’t worry, they’re weak," Titania shrugged casually, as if discussing garden pests rather than existential threats.

Meanwhile, Dynamis had already begun quietly edging toward the exit with her guard, clearly hoping to slip away before anyone could assign her extra duties.

"Though," Titania added almost as an afterthought, "one of them can wipe out an entire village in just a small moment if left unchecked."

"That... doesn’t sound weak at all!" Benjamin’s face paled noticeably.

He gulped hard, throat working visibly as fresh anxiety settled in his stomach.

"What? Even you can do that much. This is actually a good opportunity to train yourself properly," Titania nudged him gently with her elbow, a mischievous spark returning to her eyes despite the crisis. "I’m going to handle some urgent business with the spirits and will return as soon as possible."

She paused, then offered him a warm, genuine smile that softened her entire face.

"Don’t worry," she added softly. "You will leave for Goliathens tomorrow. I believe you... you love me and will come back. But you’ve got to show me a tons of fun before your journey, okay?"

Benjamin’s expression melted into a matching smile.

He bent down and pressed a gentle peck to her cheek, the touch light and reassuring.

"Understood," he murmured. "We’ll clean the floor with those demon guys."

With that, Titania and Vaelora joined hands and cast a swift spell.

Golden motes of shimmering light swirled around them like living fireflies, growing brighter until the two fairies vanished completely in a soft burst of radiance, leaving only faint sparkling trails that slowly faded into the air.

***

Benjamin and Isabelle broke into a run the moment the golden light dissipated.

They sprinted outside the palace, feet pounding across moss-covered pathways and leaping onto the massive, intertwining vines that served as elevated highways through the enormous living tree-city.

The wind whipped past them, carrying the distant sounds of chaos, like faint screams, cracking branches, and an unnatural, wet slithering noise that made Benjamin’s skin crawl.

As they raced along one particularly thick, arching vine high above the ground, Benjamin’s sharp eyes caught movement far below.

And his steps faltered for a split second.

Down on the forest floor, Dynamis and her silent red-haired guard stood near a large, blooming flower that a helpful fairy was coaxing open with delicate magic.

The petals unfurled like a living gateway, revealing a swirling portal of soft green and gold light that shimmered with the certainty of safe passage out of Fairylynch.

Dynamis had just lifted one powerful leg to step through when the assisting fairy suddenly let out a piercing scream and shot upward into the canopy, her wings beating in blind terror.

Something had appeared.