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Skyster Castle – Training Grounds, Sunset
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[Ding!] [New Chosen One Detected!] [Warning: Identity Locked] [Condition to Unlock: Host must see the Chosen One with his own eyes.]
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Dian stared at the golden screen hovering in front of him, sweat glistening on his brow, his breathing still heavy from intense elemental training.
His heart skipped—not from fear, but from instinct.
"Tch," he clicked his tongue, the image vanishing from the screen. "Already sending another one?"
He closed his palm, dismissing the interface.
"Training's over," he said quietly, voice steady but tight. "Jones, let's head back."
"Understood, Young Lord," Jones replied, glancing once more at the scorched training field—the dummies that had been vaporized by Light, the cracks in the floor from Earth magic, the frozen puddles of Water and Ice now melting slowly into glowing sigils. The mana Dian wielded wasn't just raw—it was evolving.
They turned away from the battleground, their shadows stretching long as the sky dimmed and the castle embraced night.
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Skyster Castle – Washroom
Dian's boots clicked softly against the marble floor as he made his way into the vast, high-ceilinged bathing chamber. Steam curled into the air, mingling with rose and lavender-scented mist.
He felt it—drained.
Not just magically. But mentally, emotionally.
The day had been long, the past few weeks even longer.
He stripped out of his clothes and slipped into the warm pool-like bath. The temperature was perfect. The moment his skin touched the water, it felt like the fatigue dissolved from his very bones.
"Hmm... this is... perfect," he murmured.
Lily petals floated across the surface. Candles flickered gently around the marble edge, giving the entire room an ethereal glow.
He leaned back, arms resting against the marble, and stared at the ceiling. Everything—his rise in strength, his strange affection from women, the enemies fate continued to send at him—it was all snowballing.
And still, a small part of him... craved more.
It was all thrilling and adventurous.
He exhaled.
His thoughts began to blur.
His eyes fluttered a little before completely shutting down, his breath getting steady slowly.
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Time passed. He didn't know how long.
Eyes fluttered open.
"Oh... I fell asleep," he muttered, sitting up. "Guess I really did overdo it."
He stretched, feeling the newfound lightness in his body. The bath had done more than cleanse—it had renewed.
After drying off and dressing in his black robe and pants, he stepped into the hallway.
Outside, the moon had risen. Its pale light spilled through the stained glass of the corridors, painting silver shadows over the stone floor.
And Dian smiled.
There was one place left to go tonight.
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Dining Hall – Nightfall
The golden chandeliers cast a soft glow over the long mahogany table. Fresh dishes—steamed mana-beast meat, honeyed root vegetables, spice rice, and berry elixirs—were arranged perfectly.
As the doors opened with a low creak, all heads turned.
Dian entered.
His dark robe contrasted with the warm light. His steps were unhurried, but each carried weight. His hair, still slightly damp, curled near his neck. The aura around him made more than a few of the maids stop and stare.
He didn't notice.
But his wives did.
Gianna's cheeks flushed. Suzine tilted her head, watching him with soft hunger. Olivia looked down, unable to meet his gaze. Even Emma turned her head, though her eyes flicked back, as if trying to figure out what was different.
He approached his wives first.
"Husband." "Darling."
He leaned forward and kissed both of their cheeks softly. Then, with an affectionate grin, nodded toward the other two.
"You look radiant tonight, you know." he said to them.
Olivia nodded politely. Emma looked away, lips twitching. "Tch. Flirt."
He chuckled and took his seat.
For the first time in days, they all sat down together.
Suzine poured his drink. "You trained hard. Don't overwork yourself, Darling."
Gianna sliced his meat and gently placed it on his plate. "Eat, love. You'll need energy."
Dian smiled at them both. "With you two feeding me like this, how could I not?"
Across the table, Olivia hid a smile behind her goblet. Emma rolled her eyes—but the corner of her mouth twitched upward.
Then came Sara.
She entered with grace, bowing low.
"Young Lord, the healers report that Lady Emily's poison is completely neutralized. Her body, however, is weakened. Full recovery will require two weeks of rest."
Dian nodded. "Thank you, Sara."
The maid's face turned slightly pink as she bowed and excused herself.
The rest of the dinner flowed in soft laughter, teasing jabs, and subtle glances.
Even Emma cracked a smile once.
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Skyster Castle – Chambers Wing
Olivia and Emma walked into the room beside Dian's. Their new chamber was luxurious and elegant—soft feather beds, rich silks, and a fireplace casting flickering shadows.
Emma yawned. "Finally. Peace and quiet."
Olivia changed and joined her. "Strange days, huh?"
Emma flopped onto her stomach. "Strange's an understatement."
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Next Room – Dian, Suzine, and Gianna
The room beside theirs was even more exquisite.
A four-poster bed stood in the center, draped in silver silk. Petals scattered over the sheets. The moonlight pouring through the windows gave the room a heavenly glow.
As the door closed, Dian turned to speak—
But Suzine silenced him with a kiss.
Gianna embraced him from behind, lips brushing his neck.
"Let us take care of you tonight," Suzine whispered.
"You trained so hard," Gianna murmured. "It's our turn now."
Dian smirked. "Looks like someone's excited tonight."
They said nothing more.
They showed him.
Clothes slid to the floor. Skin met skin. Their breaths mingled.
Suzine's lips claimed his again and again, slow and commanding. Gianna's hands explored his chest, her own lips leaving trails of warmth down his neck.
"Mmmhhh~"
"Yes... just like that..."
Their moans grew louder. Gianna's voice rang out like a sweet chime. Suzine bit her lip, trying to hold hers in—but failed gloriously.
Their bodies moved in harmony. Waves of heat. Pleasure. Trust.
Dian closed his eyes. Let them lead. Let them love him.
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Next Room – Olivia and Emma
Emma's eyes flew open.
"Are you serious right now?"
Olivia groaned. "Ignore it."
"I can't ignore that! It's like a duet of sin!"
"Yes! Harder~~!"
Emma's jaw dropped. "Was that... Gianna?!"
She hurled her pillow at the wall. "Gods, I hate nobles."
Olivia giggled, cheeks slightly red.
"Just go to sleep," she whispered.
"Easy for you to say," Emma grumbled.
The night streched long just like that untill...
Dawn came.
The castle was still.
Emma blinked blearily at the ceiling.
"...Finally."
She turned and tucked herself under Olivia's arm.
And this time, she drifted into peace.
For now.
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