Extra's Harem: Invincibility Starts with Marriage and lots of Children-Chapter 153 - Mialthara Vs Orion

"T-this boy..." Mialthara stood now—right in front of her was Prince Orion, and behind her clung Kyle, his fingers digging into her clothes as he used her as a meat shield against the man who could manipulate Qi.

This ability naturally made even her vulnerable.

However, due to her practice of forbidden techniques, she was somewhat less dependent on Qi, leading to a significantly lower presence of it in her system compared to her dominant blood art abilities.

Until now, the resonance—just as Kyle had described—was turning one's own Qi against them, the density pressing down on them like an invisible weight.

But for her, it seemed that the forbidden technique and reliance on blood art had made her body strong enough to endure.

She wasn't immune to the suppression—no, it was just that the burden was bearable.

"And who might you be?" Orion narrowed his eyes. He could sense Qi around her, revealing she was at about the fifth layer of cultivation. Which meant she was clearly affected by his suppression.

And yet, she was still standing.

That meant her body must be strong enough to endure it, to resist the weight pressing down on her.

"Haah... Prince Orion, let me make something clear: I have no intention of fighting you or causing any friction between us. So, I suggest you don't act recklessly." Mialthara's voice was polite but firm, a subtle warning wrapped in courtesy. She wasn't interested in clashing, especially not with a Royal. Not because she feared him—but because any move from her side could be interpreted as aggression from the neutral faction toward royalty.

And while there were no official consequences for that… everyone knew the unwritten rules. It would not end well.

"Yet you're protecting that man behind you?" Orion seemed wary. Unlike Kyle, who was clearly a mortal, this woman was strong. She withstood his suppression. He could overpower her easily if he wanted—but not until he knew who exactly she was.

"I... you cannot harm him." Mialthara wanted to throw Kyle forward, offer him up. But feeling his fingers grazing her firm dress, she was reminded—he knew too much.

Far too much.

Enough to make her desperate. And so she said nothing more. She just stood there, caught between protecting him and defusing the situation.

"What? So all that mature suggestion was futile?" Orion scoffed, his gaze sharp as he looked past her shoulder—only to find Kyle not even paying attention. His focus was elsewhere. On Ruvina.

'She's beautiful, but has a snake's tongue. That's fine. After regular tasting, I might develop immunity to poison,' Kyle thought with folded arms and closed eyes. He nodded to himself, considering that maybe marrying Ruvina wouldn't be such a bad idea.

There could be perks.

Originally, he had planned to focus only on the main characters. But now, as a side dish, he wondered if Ruvina's future potential was worth investing in.

She had, after all, been the very spark that triggered Aleriana's ascension in the original storyline.

'What do you think, System?'

[Definitely. Whatever Host says.]

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'Good, good, haha.'

:: A dog doing ass-kissing and its owner enjoying it. How do you act like this after killing so many people? ::

'...You're one to talk.' Kyle heard the voice from above—belonging to the small reaper lying flat atop his head.

She reminded him how, just moments ago, he had killed numerous noblemen without breaking a sweat—or feeling the slightest guilt.

'....' Kyle, thinking about her words, turned his eyes to the scenery. He looked around briefly, wondering if he had become numb to it. Maybe because there was no blood. Or maybe because, deep down, he didn't believe death was the end. Not anymore. It was just a transition.

The souls of the dead... they hadn't ceased to exist.

They had simply moved on.

'Death is transient. We die only to experience new life. One could be boring, it's simple,' Kyle just stated, as if realizing that while death may hold vast sadness and fear, it wasn't all that gruesome now that he was aware.

Dying was simply shedding a mundane existence, thinking instead of what adventure might lie in the next—like a soul moving from one body to another, hoping to enjoy and experience something new.

Something similar to his boring life that had now brought him here.

[Memory formation: 3/100 for the first wife]

'Huh? Why memory formation... and 3?' Kyle blinked, surprised by the system's notification. Valeriana? She was the last person they'd expect to show favorability. Memory formations were permanent—etched moments that couldn't be forgotten. For someone like her, a reaper who must've met countless people like him, why would these little exchanges matter?

[Yes, the second one formed when you gave the clothes to Ashmira.]

'What?... When she was a skeleton?' The only time he gave Ashmira clothes was when she still had that black skeletal body. Just because she didn't look good that way.

[Yes—]

:: For a puny mortal, you like to think you can understand a reaper. Amusing. ::

'Embarrassed, so trying to act arrogant?' Kyle smirked, picking up on the harsh tone.

But hearing it too often, it had become like a fart—something he just ignored.

He tuned her out completely, sensing instead that there really was a tiny heart hidden inside that small body. A heart embarrassed by its own weakness... cherishing memories that made no sense to him.

Why would she even want to preserve a moment where he gave clothes to a skeleton?

Not her. Not even now, when he was spewing fake excuses to escape the blame of killing so many nobles—

Who would even chase memories like these?

:: Pay attention to the present situation or you might really die ::

Valeriana said, lying above his head and looking towards the sky filled with stars. Her hand was clenched in his hair for support as she covered her face, eyes closed, thinking about those moments that, to him, may not have much importance, but to her, they were crucial moments.

She saw people fear her skeletal form, leaving her in the rain when she had just awakened, all alone—ignored in a world of the dead without a shred of clothing on her skeletal body, with souls and ethereal beings fearing her whole presence.

Unlike him, who seemed unhinged even after seeing that girl's skeleton appearance, he even gave her clothes to shelter her.

Now, when every mortal hated and feared her for killing them, he was becoming like her.

She sensed empathy from him, even though it was not complete; he seemed closer to her in understanding.

He was the first mortal who understood the value of death in a way that was born from true experience, not just mere words uttered by many humans about the soul being immortal. When they were truly facing death, they cried and wailed for the mundane world.

:: I hope to return back father. ::

'Call me Daddy, not Father.'

:: You are dead the day I get my powers back. ::