The Titan's Fetish

The encirclement campaign in the Firelands had concluded successfully, and the Mount Hyjal region had regained its former peace and tranquility. However, the elves were caught between joy and sorrow.

The Highborne mage lords who knew how to use fire magic in particular were practically on tenterhooks.

They had just learned some earth-shattering terrible news: the Titan God-Emperor had fucking brought back another new spider race to live happily alongside the Arcane Spiders, and they were fucking fire-elemental spiders!

Enough already! Huh? You still hadn't had enough fun? Back then, Titan Sarodar had taken a stroll through the Magical Corridor beneath Suramar City and returned with a huge population of Arcane-crystallized spiders. Then, utterly disregarding everyone else's opinions, he enthusiastically declared that from then on, these giant Arcane Spiders would be the racial mounts of all Highborne, with no appeals or objections accepted.

Now, the entire world's impression of the Highborne could be summed up in three things: skilled at magic, fond of luxury and pleasure, and riding giant spiders.

Look at this, look at this! What kind of standing did we Highborne have now? What kind of reputation? Didn't the Titan God-Emperor's conscience ache even a little?

Of those three impressions, two were used to make fun of us!

Fine, the Highborne admitted to liking luxury and pleasure. After all, it had been their tradition since ancient times. They knew what they had done themselves, so people saying that about them was fair enough. There was nothing wrong with it.

But riding giant spiders had absolutely nothing to do with us! It wasn't what we wanted! The Titan God-Emperor forced it on us! We were the victims here! You couldn't slander us like this!

Fine, protests were ineffective. Anyway, whenever people saw a Highborne walk into an inn now,