Aiden strolled down the wide, elegant corridor of the academy with his hands casually tucked into his pockets, the crimson uniform fitting his tall 6’2" frame perfectly. The faint scent of sex and Lilienne still clung to his skin beneath the fabric — a secret only he and Lunara knew about. Sunlight filtered through tall arched windows, casting golden patterns across the polished marble floors.

Students passed him in small groups. Some froze mid-step. A few commoner girls clutched their books tighter to their chests, whispering excitedly. Others bowed their heads respectfully, murmuring "Lord Aiden" or "Child of Prophecy" as he walked by. He had become something of a living legend among the commoner students after the trials — a symbol of hope and raw power in a world that usually ignored them.

Whenever his sharp gaze drifted toward a group of girls, soft squeaks and frantic whispers erupted.

"H-he looked at me...!"

"No way, he was totally looking at *me*!"

"Gods, he’s even taller up close..."

Aiden’s lips curled into a small, smug smirk.

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[Mmm~ Master~] Lunara purred silkily in his mind, her voice dripping with amusement. [Listen to them. You’ve only been here a short while and already these little commoner girls are creaming their panties just from a single glance. How does it feel to be the academy’s walking wet dream?]

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*As my wives say... it’s so me,* Aiden replied internally, voice smug and satisfied.

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[Ohh~ So cocky already,] Lunara laughed, a low, throaty sound that sent a pleasant shiver down his spine. [I love this side of you. So greedy. So entitled. It makes me wish I had a body even more... I’d be on my knees in front of you right now, sucking that magnificent cock while these girls watched in envy~]

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Aiden chuckled quietly under his breath as he continued walking. After a moment, he asked mentally, *Where do you think Professor Nyssa Obsidienne’s private office is? I need to speak with her.*

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[Mmm, straight to business with the sexy professor now?] Lunara teased, clearly enjoying herself. [How would I know, Master? I’m stuck inside your delicious head, not wandering the halls. Though I’m sure a man as... persuasive as you can find out easily. Maybe ask some eager little fans?]

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Aiden’s eyes scanned the corridor and landed on a group of five commoner girls clustered together near a large decorative pillar. They looked to be first or second-years — all petite, none taller than 5’5", with bright, youthful faces. The moment they noticed him looking in their direction, their conversation died instantly. Cheeks flushed deep pink. They fidgeted, adjusting their uniforms and stealing glances at the towering young man approaching them.

He walked straight toward them with confident, measured steps. The height difference was striking — Aiden loomed over the entire group like a predator among prey. The girls instinctively huddled a little closer together, hearts pounding visibly in their chests.

"L-Lord Aiden!" one of them with short chestnut hair squeaked, bowing quickly. The others followed suit, voices overlapping in nervous excitement.

He stopped right in front of them, close enough that they had to tilt their heads back to look up at his face. A slow, charming smile spread across his lips.

"Hey there," he said, voice smooth and low. "You girls look like you’re enjoying your day. Anything interesting happening?"

The girls melted on the spot. One with freckles and twin tails blushed so hard it looked like she might faint. Another, with long black hair, clutched her skirt tightly, thighs pressing together.

"Y-Yes! I mean— n-no— I mean, it’s better now that you’re here!" the chestnut-haired girl stammered breathlessly.

Aiden chuckled, the sound deep and warm. He leaned down slightly, reducing the intimidating height gap just enough to make them feel special. "Flattery like that will get you everywhere. What are your names?"

They answered in a rush — Mira, Lira, Selene, Poppy, and little shy Elara. Each one spoke with shaky, adoring voices, barely able to maintain eye contact with the infamous harem lord standing so close.

"You’re all adorable," Aiden murmured, letting his gaze drift slowly over each of them. "Especially when you blush like that. Makes me want to keep talking to you longer than I should."

The effect was immediate. Soft gasps and tiny whimpers escaped them. Poppy actually swayed on her feet, catching herself on her friend’s arm.

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[Master~ You’re terrible,] Lunara purred with delight. [They’re soaked. Every single one of them. You could probably tell them to kneel right here and they’d do it without question~]

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Aiden kept the flirtation light but effective — compliments on their smiles, teasing remarks about how cute they looked when nervous, a gentle brush of his fingers against one girl’s shoulder when she mentioned her favorite class. Every word made them more breathless, more eager to please.

In between the flirting, he slipped in the question casually.

"By the way... any of you know where Professor Nyssa Obsidienne’s private office is? I have some important matters to discuss with her."

All five girls answered almost at the same time, voices overlapping in their eagerness to be helpful.

"It’s on the third floor of the eastern tower!" Mira said quickly.

"Near the restricted archive wing," Selene added breathlessly.

"You have to take the spiral staircase after the emerald statues," little Elara whispered, cheeks burning.

Aiden listened attentively, nodding with a grateful smile. "Thank you, girls. You’ve been incredibly helpful... and very pleasant company."

He straightened up to his full 6’2" height again and gave them one last devastating smile — warm, confident, and just a little predatory. Then he turned and began walking toward the eastern tower, hands sliding back into his pockets.

Behind him, the group of girls nearly collapsed.

"Oh my gods..."

"He smiled at us..."

"I think I’m in love..."

"My heart is going to explode..."

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[Beautifully done, Master~] Lunara praised, her voice thick with approval. [You had them wrapped around your finger in under two minutes. Those poor girls are going to touch themselves tonight thinking about the tall, silver-haired god who flirted with them. You’re getting dangerously good at this harem lord business. Makes me so wet just watching you work~]

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Aiden continued walking down the corridor toward the eastern tower, his long strides confident and unhurried.

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*Selva mentioned something yesterday...* Aiden thought seriously, his expression turning focused.

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[Ohhh~] Lunara purred, her voice dripping with teasing amusement. [You mean how she wants it harder? That girl really is addicted to your rough side, Master~]

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Aiden laughed internally. *No, not that. Though she definitely does.*

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[Mmm, then what is it, my greedy Harem Lord?]

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*Those markings on Ethan’s right hand... the ones that appeared during yesterday’s duel. Selva said they looked similar to the dead Demon Lord’s markings. When he transforms... they resemble demon body runes. But he’s supposed to be human. Lunara... is Ethan really human?*

Lunara was quiet for a brief moment, as if scanning through knowledge only she possessed.

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[Yes, Master. I’ve been scanning every person we’ve come across. Ethan is definitely human. One hundred percent. No demonic blood, no hidden heritage. Pure mortal.]

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Aiden’s brow furrowed slightly. *Hmm... So is he some kind of reincarnation of the Demon Lord? If that’s the case, he’s Pale Hands’ number one target. They want their old master back.*

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[It’s very possible,] Lunara agreed, her tone growing more serious yet still laced with seductive undertones. [Reincarnation isn’t unheard of in this world, especially for powerful entities. If Ethan carries the soul or power fragment of the previous Demon Lord, those markings are likely awakening with his growth. The Pale Hands would do anything — kill, kidnap, sacrifice — to bring their lord back. That boy is walking danger, Master. And if they learn he exist...]

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END OF Chapter : 404 : CORRIDOR OF WHISPERS!

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