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Skyster family castle, Dawn.
The morning sun crept gently over the polished towers of Skyster Castle, its rays gliding over silver banisters and blue-tiled rooftops, spilling golden warmth into the heart of the noble household.
Inside the royal chamber, a deep breath stirred the quiet.
Dian opened his eyes slowly.
The room smelled of lavender and silk, of warm skin and lingering intimacy. A familiar weight pressed gently against both his arms. To his left, Suzine, her icy hair cascading across his chest, breathing lightly with a sweet smile still gracing her lips. To his right, Gianna, her green locks tangled softly as she curled against him, her soft hand resting over his heart.
Dian smiled. Like every morning, his heart felt full.
Leaning close, he pressed a gentle kiss on Suzine's temple. She murmured something inaudible in her sleep and snuggled closer. Turning, he did the same for Gianna, brushing her cheek with his lips. A small giggle escaped her.
His wives. His treasures.
Slipping out of bed quietly so as not to wake them, Dian draped a silk robe over his bare frame and stepped out onto the balcony. The wind greeted him with a light chill, and the view before him made his chest rise in calm awe.
The castle grounds stretched below—vibrant gardens, trimmed hedges, fountains that shimmered with magic, and the faint shapes of tier-1 and tier-2 magical beasts grazing or playing beyond the walls. Beyond them, the green expanse of Winster Town blinked gently under the morning light.
After taking it in, he descended to the private training yard.
His morning routine followed: a five-kilometer run across the winding estate paths, breath pacing in rhythm. Each step felt lighter than the last. His body had changed a lot since awakening—but this kind of physical effort still improved his stats slightly, as confirmed by the system.
Sweat lined his temples. He threw in a few sets of pushups, pull-ups, and form drills with his spear, then walked calmly back into the castle.
After a shower, he stood before the mirror.
His reflection met him: six feet tall, lean muscles carved like stone beneath fair skin, tousled hair damp and framing a face that looked like it had been painted by divine hands. His eyes sparkled—radiant, calm, confident.
With a swipe, the system screen appeared.
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[Status Window]
[Name: Dian Skyster
Age: 16
Title: Elemental King ,Villain
•[Elemental King]. – Increases host's control of all elements by 50%.
•[Novice Villain]
1.Active Effect: 1% of luck plundered from 'Chosen Ones' will be added to Host's Luck.
2.Villian's Aura – Instills fear and intimidation. Maybe resisted by high willpower individuals.
3.Villan's charm – Attracts the opposite gender, makes them emotionally attached to host instantly.
Class: Superior Mage (2nd Stage)
Attributes:
•Strength: 158/300 → 201/300
•Agility: 160/300 → 163/300
•Defense: 159/300
•Stamina: 215/300 → 218/300
•Mana: 266/300
•Luck: 147 (Normal Max: 100)
Skills: Lust Incarnate, Elemental Zone, Bizarre King, Stamina Flow, Impregnation, Spear of Light, Eye of Perception, Nature's Order.
L.P. Balance: 5,550
Advancement Cards: 4
Item – Seed of Verdant Flame
Upcoming Event: Royal Academy Reawakening Ceremony (3 days remaining)
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"Now, these looks like some good stats." He thought.
Satisfied, Dian dismissed the window and dressed himself in a deep blue embroidered robe with silver threads. Walking back to his chamber, he leaned down between the sheets and gently stirred Suzine and Gianna with kisses.
They stirred slowly, smiling.
"You're up early again…" Suzine murmured.
Gianna blinked open. "Already trained?"
"I always do," Dian smiled. "Come now. Let's go greet the day."
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Castle Dining Hall – Morning
Jones was already waiting at the door when Dian stepped out.
"Everyone is awake now, my lord. They await you in the dining hall," he said with a bow.
"Thank you, Jones," Dian nodded and made his way.
Inside, the long table was adorned with fresh bread, eggs, spiced fruits, and fragrant tea. But the real brightness came from the faces around it.
Suzine and Gianna took their seats gracefully.
Olivia gave him a smile—warmer than before, closer, more affectionate.
Emma, surprisingly, didn't frown. She looked rested, satisfied even. Perhaps because—unlike most days—there had been no passionate noises echoing from the master chamber last night.
And then there was Emily.
She sat calmly, radiantly, her smile aimed directly at Dian. Even as Olivia and Emma sneaked glances, she didn't lower her gaze.
Dian walked toward the head of the table, returning everyone's smiles.
He gave kisses on both Gianna's and Suzine's cheeks, like usual. But—just as he was about to sit—something stopped him.
A cold prickle crawled up his spine.
He turned.
Emily's expression was… different. Her smile was there—but behind it, a storm brewed. Her narrowed gaze, calm but ice-tipped, sent a message clear as day: You forgot something.
Dian smiled warily and with a glance at Gianna who gave him a soft nod. Dian moved...
He didn't glance at Emma—he knew if he did, her look might throw him off his game.
With a breath, he stepped to Emily.
And kissed her cheek.
Not a quick peck—but a slow, warm press, long enough to say I see you. I care.
Emily's expression shifted instantly. The storm vanished. Her cheeks flushed. Her shoulders relaxed, and her lips parted slightly in a soft gasp.
She glowed.
Dian smiled, nodded, and returned to his seat.
But the kiss had set off more than a reaction.
Emily's body tensed subtly. A flicker of fire rushed through her, ignited by his touch. Her thighs shifted as she tried to mask the heat building inside her, but it only worsened.
Olivia and Emma seeing the just unfolded scene—blinked, stunned.
Even Sara, the Head Maid, standing nearby, furrowed her brows slightly at the odd tension.
Emma recovered first. "What the…" she whispered, flustered.
And then, still stunned, she looked toward Gianna and Suzine, expecting them to be upset.
But they weren't. They were smiling.
More so than before, even.
That baffled her.
Her gaze darted back to her mother. "Why… aren't you mad, Mother?"
Emily replied. "Hm? Why would I be dear?" smoothly, voice calm and confident. After a pause, she continued. "It's just a gesture. A sign of how close we all are now."
Emma's mouth opened—but no words came.
Then Emily's smile sharpened, mischievous.
"Well? Want one too?"
Emma flushed crimson. "W-what?! No! Hateful!" she turned away, cheeks burning.
The table chuckled.
But Emily turned her head again, she was'nt done yet—this time to Olivia.
"Dear?" she said gently.
Olivia froze.
She knew what her mother was asking for, and it made her freeze.
Not getting a 'no' or 'yes'. Emily turned to Dian.
He understood. With simply ease, he stood.
Crossed the distance to her.
And kissed her cheek, just as he had Emily. Slow. Long.
Olivia's breath caught.
She stared ahead, stunned, hand lifting to her cheek like it had been branded. Her composure crumbled. Her gaze flicked to Dian—who was smiling at her. She averted her gaze, A shy, tender, blushing smile crept on her face.
Her heart thundered.
Dian, utterly pleased, returned to his seat.
Emma's eyes narrowed. She watched everything. Saw Olivia's trembling, heard her breath.
And deep inside, she felt…
Irritation ...Jealousy...?
Why not me? she thought.
Then shook her head, annoyed at herself.
She looked at Dian sharply—her glare sharp enough to pierce steel.
Dian, lifting his teacup, caught the stare and flinched slightly. A wary grin formed.
This girl… she won't let me love her, but she doesn't want me to love others either.
He sighed inwardly. What am I supposed to do with a tsundere like her?
The breakfast went on—light jokes, shared laughter. Dian cracked a few lines that left everyone smiling.
It was warm. Full of love.
Exactly what a family's morning should be.
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As the breakfast ended, Dian rose from his seat and stretched lightly.
"See you later, beauties," he said with a charming smile. "Got something to look at."
The others lingered for a moment, sipping the last of their tea, until Emma finally stood.
"I'm going to train," she announced, turning without waiting for a response.
Her steps paused as Suzine and Gianna rose as well.
"We need to train too," Suzine said. "It's been a while."
Gianna nodded beside her. "We can't slack just because we're happy."
Watching them go, Olivia stood from her seat with a soft smile. "I'll come too."
Emma glanced back at her but didn't say anything. Then, without turning fully, she muttered, "Suit yourselves."
Just as the small group began to leave, another voice chirped up.
"Then I'm gonna come too!" Emily chimed with a squeak.
Emma stopped in her tracks. She slowly turned, her brow arched, tone sharp. "What are you going to do there?"
There was a flicker of irritation in her voice—but something else, too. Something deeper. Unspoken.
Emily puffed her cheeks, feigning offense, then broke into a bright grin. "Mother's going to cheer you all on!"
Suzine giggled. Gianna covered her mouth. Olivia tried not to laugh.
Emma just rolled her eyes and turned away. "Tch. Whatever."
And so the group of women departed together—with a cheerleader trailing behind them.
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Hallways – Skyster Castle
Inside the broad, gleaming halls of the castle, Dian walked at a relaxed pace, hands behind his back, a soft smile tugging at his lips.
There had been no problems lately—no threats, no conflicts. Just peace. Love. Laughter. He was bathed in the warmth of his wives… and those who would soon become more.
But he wasn't naive.
He hadn't forgotten about Leon… or the other Chosen Ones out there.
That was why he trained. That was why he worked harder every day.
Still, for now… he chose to enjoy these moments of calm. To savor the affection, the closeness, the soft smiles that awaited him each morning.
As he turned the corner and passed the great window overlooking the garden, a thought crossed his mind.
His steps slowed slightly.
A question took shape.
He spoke it, calmly, in the quiet of his thoughts.
"System."
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