The Golden Lord has a perverted SSS-rank summoning system!

Chapter 312: Deserving

Ethan scratched his chin for a moment, deep in thought.

That would solve Goldenveil’s housing problem once and for all, and on top of that, give him complete control over the architecture and layout of the homes.

Goldenveil’s construction industry, of course, wouldn’t disappear. Workers would continue repairing existing buildings and erecting new homes in Windmere.

Still, the best course of action for now would be to reassign a large portion of that workforce to other areas, such as the military, road maintenance, and manufacturing.

After pondering for a moment longer, Ethan selected the option to build five thousand houses.

It was an excessive number for now, but in no more than two months, he would fill each of those houses with new residents.

A new menu opened before him, presenting various architectural styles.

From these, He chose five unique architectural styles and fused them into one.

Immediately afterward, he pressed the "Build" button.

[Magic vein detected! Do you wish to connect the buildings?]

[Sewer system detected! Do you wish to connect the buildings?]

[Water collection, treatment, and storage system detected! Do you wish to connect the buildings?]

Ethan didn’t hesitate for even a second, clicking to accept everything at once.

In the end, all the modifications drove the price of the houses up to 200 gold coins per unit—a truly absurd amount.

Even so, he paid the million gold coins with a smile on his lips, then took a step back.

In the blink of an eye, all the houses in Goldenveil began to transform before the astonished eyes of their inhabitants.

The oldest houses were the first to change, and they also underwent the most drastic transformations.

Worn wooden walls remodeled themselves, expanding and turning into high-quality concrete.

The old thatched roofs dissolved into thin air, giving way to roof tiles carefully laid one by one.

The same process repeated itself in every house in Goldenveil.

Rooms rearranged themselves and new spaces emerged, until each residence had at least four bedrooms, two bathrooms, a living room, a kitchen, and a relatively spacious backyard.

The architecture was a harmonious fusion of elven, dwarven, and human styles, blending victorian and medieval elements.

Elegant curves intertwined with lush gardens, while polished marble floors and staircases led to the second floor, where spacious balconies opened onto the outdoors.

Although they followed a well-defined architectural standard, each house was unique in its design, with slight variations in size.

All were equipped with magical systems for heating in the winter and cooling in the summer, as well as a climate-controlled room for storing perishable goods.

Parks sprang up as well, ensuring access to nature and places for children to play. Even the commercial establishments received upgrades to reflect that same architectural style.

In any developed country on Earth, despite their distinctive architecture, these residences would be on par with upper-middle-class family homes, each spacious enough to accommodate a large family.

In Estria, however, these were high-quality homes that only noble families could dream of owning, even though they were small compared to even the barons’ mansions.

Ethan observed the bewildered faces of his citizens with a satisfied smile on his lips.

Of course, the bewilderment didn’t last long, quickly turning into pure excitement as the residents explored their new homes of infinitely superior quality.

The most shocked, without a doubt, were the hundreds of employees Ron had brought to Goldenveil.

They were now being led to the residences set aside for them and their families—a total that alone exceeded a thousand people.

Those homes would one day become the envy of every peasant on the continent of Estria, and that was exactly Ethan’s goal.

Goldenveil was only the first. Windmere would soon receive the same treatment, and in the future, he would train every master builder in his nation to replicate that same level of quality.

Once the population reached fifty thousand, he also planned to found Goldenveil’s first university, beginning to train architects, engineers, and the entire pool of high-level workers his nation would need.

With a soft sigh, he left his citizens to explore their new homes and returned to the palace.

As he passed through the great gates, however, his steps did not lead him to his wives as usual.

Instead, he approached Aurora, the Grand Master of the Order of the Silver Wings, who was on patrol near the Tree of Life.

The moment the paladin spotted him, her eyes sparkled, and she quickened her pace toward him, her silver cloak fluttering lightly behind her.

"M-my lord!" she exclaimed, a faint blush coloring her cheeks.

Her mind flashed back to her last conversation with Arwen, in which the high priestess had made it very clear that, if necessary, they were to serve Ethan without hesitation.

It had not been a clear or absolute order, but even so, she and her sisters would obey without question.

"Can I help you with anything?"

"Yes," Ethan nodded. "Can you gather all your sisters here?"

"Of course!" Aurora replied promptly, turning to the two paladins accompanying her and ordering them in a firm voice to go gather the other sisters.

Before long, only Ethan and Aurora remained in the shade of the Tree of Life.

Ethan maintained a relaxed expression as he settled onto one of the nearby benches, resting an arm on the backrest.

"May I ask what you wish of me and my sisters?" Aurora asked.

"Regarding what Arwen told you," Ethan began, looking at her intently. "I want to know what you truly desire.

Whether you really want to become my concubines or not. I don’t intend to force anyone into anything."

Deep down, he was excited about the number of premium gacha tickets he’d receive if they all accepted.

Still, that didn’t change the fact that he would never force any of them to do anything.

Upon hearing that, Aurora froze for a moment.

"I am thirty thousand years old, my lord. An ancient age, even among the elves," she said, her tone firm despite a slight tremor in her voice.

"Even the youngest of my sisters is at least seven hundred years old, and throughout all that time, we have served no one but Arwen. We have kept our bodies pure and consecrated every part of ourselves to her and to the three goddesses."

Aurora took a step forward, her hand gliding slowly down her silver cloak.

The fabric fell elegantly along her back, molding to her full, shapely buttocks and outlining them like two perfect spheres beneath the shimmering silver.

"We fought on the same battlefields and died in the same trenches—why shouldn’t we give ourselves to the same man as well?"

Aurora’s knees bent slowly, and to Ethan’s utter surprise—as if she had practiced that exact movement in her mind hundreds of times—she turned her body in one fluid motion, giving him her back.

Her big ass, firm and round as a finely polished marble sculpture yet possessing a softness that was simply divine, descended slowly onto Ethan’s lap.

Each plump buttock molded itself against his thighs, the warm, pliant flesh compressing under the weight of her curvy body—a subtle ripple coursing through the ample cheeks as they settled fully into place.

"It’s not as if you, on your own, aren’t worthy of us..." she whispered, her voice trembling and her cheeks tinged with a delicate blush as she felt the warmth of Ethan’s body against her own.

[NT: An image showing Goldenveil’s architectural style is in the comments for this Chapter.

As always, it’s AI-generated and has several issues, but it’s still a good illustration of what Goldenveil’s architectural foundation will look like.]