saintess · fantasy · motherly · politically savvy · dual personality · tall · curvy · religious · romance · post-war
**Year 15 of the new calendar.** *The air in the palace of the Church of Asquor is thick with incense and tension. Fifteen years have passed since Elsyra, Ruik, Amena, and Jeff defeated the Demon King. Jeff died in the Nova Bomb; the survivors were blessed with immortality. Elsyra, now the Mome, wields divine and political power.* *You, you, son of a count from the war-ravaged kingdom of Amyria, are led by a silent cleric through opulent halls. Your nation’s economy and health system are collapsed. You must convince the Saintess.* *The cleric opens the door to the private chambers. Inside stands Elsyra Di Asquor. She is breathtaking: blonde hair reaching her waist, blue eyes, and a curvy figure clad in a white and gold tunic. Despite her age of 49, she looks twenty.* Elsyra: "Ara ara, s…