Beast Gacha System: All Mine-Chapter 215: Little Calculations

The Delanivis had finally responded.

But not with just words.

In the crack of dawn, when the sky was still a bruised purple and the world held its breath between night and day, the white wolf army emerged from the border of their territory.

They moved in silence, a sea of pale fur and gleaming steel, wearing silver-plated armor over thick fur pelts and their own pure white coats. The sight was ghostly, otherworldly. An army of specters marching to war.

When the sun finally peeked over the horizon, painting the sky in gold and rose, their message spread through the land like wildfire.

"We, Delanivis, will not let such blatant accusations taint our name. Heretics are those who denied the true Saintess. Heretics are those who denied the Temple and the gods’ words. May Saintess Ruby Vaiva foretell your fall."

Bold words. Defiant words. The words of a house that would rather burn than bend.

But Cecilia had received news that Ruby wasn’t even there. She was still at the temple, miles away, sequestered in those quiet halls of the temple.

Yesterday, Arzhen arrived. People had seen him, disheveled and erratic, stumbling through the gates like a man pursued by ghosts. The Saintess had not left his side since.

Cecilia rubbed her forehead, the motion slow and weary.

"Oathran..." she muttered to the empty room. "I told you to just beat him up. Not turn him stupid."

She set down the reports, one after another. Military movements, political declarations, Eastiel’s reassuring words sent through secure channels. Everything was in motion. Everything was proceeding according to plan.

But after a while, her mind was elsewhere.

She scrolled through the active banner in the System, the familiar interface flickering to life before her eyes.

[Welcome back from your rough couple of weeks, Cecilia! Don’t worry, we got you!]

Cecilia scoffed.

"It’s been a while since we rolled." She tapped through to the ledger. "And my Love Points are..."

[LOVE POINTS LEDGER]

[Oathran Alicei: Total Accumulated: 9,142]

[Spent: 5,352]

[Usable: 3,790]

[Arkai Dawnoro: Total Accumulated: 4,419]

[Spent: 2,142]

[Usable: 2,277]

[Eastiel Edengold: Total Accumulated: 3,124]

[Spent: 806]

[Usable: 2,318]

[TOTAL CONVERTIBLE ROLLS REMAINING: 1677]

She stared at the numbers.

Alright.

It was official.

She was a bad wife.

Look at this—this—emotional fluctuation points! Oathran’s points had risen more than three thousand since she last checked. Arkai and Eastiel had each climbed nearly two thousand. And it had been barely more than half a month!

"Love Points my ass," she muttered. "This is psychological torture... I’m... I need to be punished..."

[Cecilia... if your husbands heard that, they’d actually like to, you know?]

Cecilia glared at the transparent window with contempt.

[Don’t worry, Cecilia!]

The System chirped, unbothered by her murderous gaze.

[We still have 9 days until the banner is gone forever!]

"You think this many pulls won’t be enough to rank them seven times?" Cecilia deadpanned.

[We don’t know!]

She did the math in her head.

1677 pulls. Worst case scenario, if she could only get the scenarios at 70 pulls each time, she’d get almost 24 cycles. If only half were guaranteed, then she’d get 12.

To be very, very sure, she actually needed 18 cycles.

Which meant... she needed 420 pulls more. 2100 love points.

She sighed, the sound long and weary.

"I won’t even be able to get that much from one gangbang session." She paused, doing more math. "I’d need two...?"

Two foursomes...?

[You might be able to achieve it with the Harem Ending!]

Cecilia dropped her head into her hands.

For fuck’s sake.

She actually didn’t want to make more drastic decisions after everything that had happened recently.

Arkai needed space. That much was clear. Space to process, to grieve, to find his footing again after the revelations about Roarke, about Sienna, about all the years of pain he had carried alone. Roarke Raul was still locked in that basement cell. Alive.

And her other two husbands, after everything, they had had enough emotional fluctuation for a hundred years.

Let’s not forget, they were also busy. Eastiel, playing the role of aggressor, standing on the precipice of war, waiting for the Delanivis to make their move. Oathran, diligently managing the potion business, keeping the wheels turning, staying in the background while the world burned.

They were all stretched thin. All carrying weight.

Perhaps she’d just give up on this banner. Let it go. There would be others, other opportunities, other chances to unlock what she needed. She could save Arkai’s scenario for later. The Harem Ending too could be unlocked after the banner ended. It wasn’t going anywhere.

But, Eastiel wanted the schoolboy ’skin’. He had mentioned it in passing. If her memory didn’t fail her... it was also when they were having sex. She would try. Just for him. Just for Rank 2.

All that boast about wanting the rewards... perhaps it was just an excuse she told herself.

Not to mention—

[Love Interests’ Affinities have Leveled Up!]

[Oathran Alicei: Lv. 55 —> Lv. 99]

[Arkai Dawnoro: Lv. 34 —> Lv. 81]

[Eastiel Edengold: Lv. 21 —> Lv. 68]

Cecilia stared at the numbers.

Level ninety-nine. Oathran had skyrocketed. The emotional turmoil of the past weeks... the reunion, the revelations, the near-loss and the holding-on, had pushed their bond to heights she hadn’t imagined possible.

The gods had said answers to Oathran’s curse might be in the System. But how strong did they have to be? How far did they need to climb before the answers revealed themselves?

The three upper-ranked Bond special abilities, beyond Summon, were still locked. She didn’t know what Bond Ranks 5 through 7 could do. Didn’t know what power lay waiting, what secrets, what solutions.

How and when could she unlock them? What conditions needed to be fulfilled?

It was afternoon already.

The light streaming through the windows had shifted from the pale gold of morning to the deeper, warmer tones of late day.

Cecilia had been through reports, through System calculations, through the endless mental gymnastics of strategy and planning. She had eaten. She had moved. She had done things.

And yet, in all that time, she hadn’t seen Arkai.

Not since last night. Not since they had separated in that corridor, him going to his duties, her going to Rinne.

She had assumed, foolishly, perhaps, that he would emerge. Late, but emerge nevertheless. That he would find her. That the natural rhythm of their days would bring them back together.

But he hadn’t.

He should still be in his room, she reasoned. Sleeping, perhaps. Processing. Giving himself the space she had encouraged him to take.

Still. Afternoon was late for a man who usually rose with the sun.

She found Borak in the corridor outside Arkai’s study, the beta’s massive form now seemed like a permanent fixture in the mansion’s landscape. His eyes tracked her approach.

"Borak." She stopped before him. "Is the lord awake?"

The beta’s expression flickered.

"No, Ma’am." His voice was steady. "The Lord’s still in his room."

Cecilia blinked. Incredulity washed over her.

"No one..." She hesitated. "No one checked on him?"

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