"Is this a smart idea?" I ask, back in a carriage rolling through the capital. The Queen is giving me one of hers, or one with the royal insignia on it, to use, letting us move quickly through the city.

"I'll watch over you," Syro says. "With Sarania and me here, you'll be fine."

"War will be happy with you," Sarania says. "You've started one war already, and you're starting up another. She'll like you. Ask for help staying in the war. We are counting on Fertility and my Mother to find a way to end Nature. Phoenixes will be in charge of stopping the dragons. War will love us asking her to help us keep the war going. I don't think anyone has asked that from her in years."

I would question the sanity of anyone who did ask her to keep a war going. "Am I insane?" I ask.

"No, you definitely have some issues with the mind, but I wouldn't call you insane," Sarania says.

"I would agree," Syro says. "Sorry, I did dig a little into your mind to check. You don't have the same thoughts as an insane person would. I didn't do any more than check that I swear."

"I asked for it," I say. Maybe you don't need to be insane, our want does make sense and isn't some ask for more blood. Of course, who would think their want is insane?

"Why can't I just spend time with my kids?" I groan. All my kids are so cute. A flying kitty will be interesting to watch grow up. Mai and the baby were sleeping when we checked on them after the execution, so I haven't gotten a real chance to hold her yet. Kelly says they're both healthy, and I did give them a quick kiss to confirm it.

I need to find something else to do with the Edeozia wives. I don't need more kids from them. I can have plenty of kids with those I love. Ignoring them seems like a waste, but it may be the best thing to do. Have Azula crawl around for me every once in a while to have some fun. Give her some stupid saying that she has to repeat when she wakes up, and call it there? But more kids would be nice.

It would've been nice if they just killed her during the war, so I didn't have to figure it all out now. I wasn't around her enough to really hate her like the brothel owners, and she wasn't fully in charge, but she let it happen, but I don't know. I wanted to be a healer, not deciding who and how I need to dish out revenge.

"Here," the driver calls back, saving me from my thoughts.

Sarania shuffles out of the Carriage and helps me down, Syro coming out behind me. Shyla forced me into a new dress; my new classes grew my breasts out enough that she worried I would pop out. I'll have to consider my final size soon, I think. Maybe I can just match some of the Queens, perhaps a size bigger for my image, and to compete with my womb. I still haven't gotten more than a few days' break after each pregnancy.

"Ready, my Mistress?" Sarania asks.

"Oh, yes," I say. The temple is clearly well funded, if on the small side. Golden shields, statues of women in armor, and even paintings of battlefields cover the War Goddess's temple walls. It doesn't have the same size as the others, but I'm guessing no Queendom would let the war Goddess's temple lack funds just in case a war starts. I doubt the Goddesses like only getting attention when we mortals need something. I think that is part of Fertility's issue with everyone.

A bit petty, with Fertility's goal of increasing the Goddesses, we won't have time for them all unless we need something from them.

"We can turn back if you don't want to go, my Mistress," Sarania says. "You seem distracted."

"No, I have to give this a chance. Fertility needs time to fulfill her promise of a terrible end for some of my true enemies," I say. I hope she uses the brothel owners well. "I need the help."

"Then shall we?" Syra says.

"Yes."

"You should open the door yourself without mana," Syro says. "Show commitment, and it should help your image with the Goddesses. She enjoys a show of power and likes more personal fights than ones with a lot of mana."

"I can try," I say, starting up the steps. Shyla also skipped the giant heels for this. Trying to get me in something that would be fitting for some pit fights or something. I wasn't sure what she was talking about, but it seemed to be some wrestling match style of fighting. Not the best for looking like a whore, but it'll do for a meeting with the Goddess of War.

The temple door is metal and massive, so I'm not sure how anyone but warriors are meant to open this stupid thing without mana, but I try. I put my body into it, and it goes nowhere. While I feel that is a sign to turn around, I put a bit of mana into the door and pry it open. I slip inside and find the normal pews missing. Instead, the main chamber is filled with small hunting ground tables. Clashes of metal ring out from the side rooms. A priestess dressed similarly to me steps out from behind a door and walks over.

"Hello, Champion Alzi," the Priestess says. "How may I help you?"

"I just want to pray and get some guidance from the Goddess," I say. Has the Queen shared that we'll be going to war again so soon?

"Then sit anywhere, we aren't expecting many women for a bit. Rumors about a special guest may be coming to the next tournament, so the women are being extra careful with their prep," the Priestess says, motioning to the tables behind her. "A bit sad, but it'll be exciting when they all come out to play with their best preparations."

"I see," I say. "Special guest?"

"Yes, I'm told I shouldn't share the details yet," the Priestess says. "Oh, you may not know the game I'm talking about. No, I don't mean you don't know the game, but that I'm talking about a board game. As you can hear, we do have some training facilities, but our Goddess doesn't look over individual fights, but wars. Can't have those going on in the temple, so we have to settle for games. The next coming tournament is Hunting Grounds."

Did Elora sign me up to be the special guest? But then why wouldn't the Priestess say they are all preparing to impress me? Elora wouldn't be stupid enough to tell them to hide it from me unless the Priestess doesn't know who I am. But Goddesses have hinted about me before, so I doubt she doesn't know who I am. Wait, she called me by name. Am I going insane?

Just pray Alzi. "Thank you. I didn't know the temple hosted those here. I may have to stop by and see how they go," I say. "I've heard the nobles have a different version that they play compared to what I'm used to, so it would be cool to watch all the extra effects they have."

"Yes, we only allow the most complicated variations here. I hope the Goddess is able to help you," the Priestess says, giving a mini bow and backing away.

I step towards the nearest table and sit down. I take a deep breath, hope the Goddess doesn't whisk me away, close my eyes, and pray.

"Do you want to see me or not?" a voice booms out.

"Yes," I stutter, looking around in the darkness.

"That doesn't answer the Question," the voice says.

I can see my body again, well, my breasts, hands, legs, and whatnot, then a grass field forms around. With my body back, I look up to find a giant, muscular, barely armored Goddess standing a few paces away. She must be ten feet tall at least, maybe twelve even. One hand on her hip, the other on the pommel of a massive sword. She doesn't turn her head to look down at me, no, just her eyes move, her head looking straight forward.

"Glad you can tell. Are you here to continue your collection of little tattoos?" the Goddess of War asks, standing still like a statue.

"No, I don't really plan to get the tattoos; they kind of just happen," I say.

"Then you looking to get me pregnant?"

"Your form is perfect, like all the Goddesses, and the muscles are tempting, but no."

"Then no," the Goddess says, turning around.

Why didn't she kick me out then? "Um, well, a war is about to start and..."

"I said no," the Goddess says, pulling the sword out of the sheath.

"Please, I just wish for the upcoming war to last longer. I'm not asking for you to let me win it or something. Is that really a no?"

"Keep it going? You're here to ask me to prolong a war?"

"Yes, I wish to ask the Goddess of War to make a massive war last longer. Is that something I can negotiate for?"

War spikes her sword into the soft earth below her. I don't know why she would do that over just putting it back in the sheath, but it did look cool. And did I mention her massive muscles?

Wait, does she want to get pregnant?

"It seems we are both unsure about each other," War says. "Both fear what the other will bring to the other. Kind of exciting, isn't it? Wanting to speak to the other, yet having every part of your being trying to stop it. I've never had that before. Not till your damn Goddess came up with a brilliant plan. Think about what I could do if I had some help?"

The Goddess of War getting help? I think a few people would rather that not happen. "How would you get help?"

"Well, the clear way is by having a few Goddesses around to stir up trouble. That always works. Hurt the pride of the Queens down below, and they'll fight over the stupidest things. Then you have the more practical Goddesses like the Goddess of swords or maybe a favorite of yours, a Goddess of Muscles. Help encourage women to learn how to fight, and they'll want to use those skills, and what better place than war? Maybe I can learn to enjoy the little fights better if I have a Goddess of Battles or something to watch them with. But as you know, it's hard to fight while pregnant. So limiting, and then the raising of the children. I'm not stupid. I've seen how the kids turn out with bad parenting, and what parent could be worse than the Goddess of War? As I said, I'm not stupid. I know I'll struggle to raise the children properly, and sure that could start some wars, but that won't lead to a stable temple. But that itself could be a war between Goddesses, and this upcoming war is, oh so nice. I knew you would bring a massive war down there the second you got sold to that brothel. I thought it may be a civil war, but a war between Nature, Justice and Fertility, and Sea. So much better than I could ever dream of. I even had an appetizer with the war with Edeozia. Ending with a Queen losing her head and everything. Little sad you're making it work between you and the ice elves, but I'll live. There's still Sex that I can count on."

"Um, ok. What do we do now?" I ask. "I clearly can't give you a kid after that speech. Even if you're beautiful.'