Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!-Chapter 395: Welcome. Main and Side Characters

The space folded inwardly, distorting with a silent hum before a portal tore open in the waiting room. From its depths, voices echoed ahead of their arrival.

"Put me down, Pyris! I can walk on my own! This is embarrassing!" Selara's indignant voice rang out, sharp with protest.

Pyris' response was calm, unwavering. "You just went through something that would leave even the strongest warriors traumatized for weeks. I'm not letting you strain yourself further."

"That's exactly my point!" she shot back. "Anyone else would've broken, but look at me—I'm perfectly fine—like fucking fine! That only proves my will is stronger than anyone you know!"

"See? Now you're swearing. You're definitely not fine."

"You're being ridiculous!" she huffed in exasperation.

In the waiting room, the gathered women exchanged knowing glances, rolling their eyes in unison. What a display of affection. Was Pyris really feeding them dog food before even stepping through the portal?

Then, at last, Pyris emerged, stepping through the rift effortlessly, carrying Selara in his arms in a princess carry. She was giggling despite her protests—until she registered the sheer number of eyes locked onto them. Her laughter died instantly.

Countless women stared at them with open disbelief.

"You two, just get a room already," Zara muttered, shaking her head.

Alexa, however, let out a deep breath of relief before rushing forward. "Is she okay?!" she asked, worry evident in her voice.

Pyris gently set Selara down before pulling Alexa into a tight embrace. She melted into him as he murmured, "Thank you so much, Alexa..." Words couldn't fully convey his gratitude.

When they finally parted, she nuzzled against his chest, a sly smile curving her lips. "You know..." she mused, "as a reward, I think I deserve a cuddle. Just the two of us."

Pyris let out a loud laugh, shaking his head. This woman of his!

Selara stepped forward, her violet eyes shimmering as she turned to Alexa. Her voice was soft, yet thick with emotion. "Thank you. Pyris told me everything. If it weren't for you, he wouldn't have made it in time."

Alexa's expression warmed as she shook her head. "Anything for my sisters." Then, after a pause, she added, "I've been seeing you in my visions before today as one of us in the future... I didn't realize you were the target for that assassination. But I should have known—after all, I saw the moon elf being assassinated that would've been more than enough clue. I just didn't know it was you."

"Don't worry, at least he figured who you saw and please, do you know if it wasn't for you, I would be pretty much dead now!" Pyris had told her everything already. The two women embraced, a newfound bond solidifying between them.

Then, as if on cue, Pyris' women stepped forward in unison, their voices ringing out together.

"Welcome to the family, Moonveil."

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A few minutes ago…

Madame Seranova's silver eyes flared, an ethereal glow spilling from her irises like molten light, subtle yet blinding to those who could truly perceive it. For the briefest moment, her entire being shimmered with power, her presence expanding beyond the physical, reaching into the unseen. Only the leaders in the hall noticed the shift.

Her gaze darted sharply across the grand hall, scanning faces, movements—before locking onto four figures in the crowd—they were royalties being targeted. Then, as if pulled by an invisible thread, her attention snapped upward.

She smiled.

A slow, dangerous curve of her lips.

The world unraveled before her, opening like a tapestry woven with countless possibilities, stretching beyond mortal comprehension. In that moment, she was alone—not in the hall, not among the gathered dignitaries, but standing at the precipice of something vast. She could see—

But then... a hand touched her. Warm, yet carrying a faint chill.

The touch grounded her.

Madame Seranova blinked, her vision narrowing back to reality. The overwhelming flood of knowledge ebbed, retreating into the depths of her mind like a tide drawn back by the moon.

Emberly's fingers curled reassuringly around hers. A silent message.

Stay here. Stay present. Don't do anything!

Emberly didn't know what the priestess had glimpsed, but she could tell—it wasn't good. Yet Emberly's expression remained unwavering, a host in full command of her domain. No panic. No weakness. Only control.

Madame Seranova, the Fallen Nepharion, exhaled slowly and nodded. If Emberly was unshaken, then House Obsidian had this under control. And she trusted them.

Yet the reason for her momentary break in composure still lingered in her thoughts.

What she had witnessed…

Alexa had seen the vision of destruction, had glimpsed the moment the Moon began its annihilation before she was forcefully expelled from the sight. But Madame Seranova—she had seen further. She had witnessed the end. The mortal realm, shattered, erased. A cataclysm beyond reckoning.

But unlike Alexa, she had also seen something else.

She had seen how it was stopped.

Or rather… who could stop it and then saw him stop it.

A single figure, sitting alone with a lifeless body amidst the apocalypse. He had stopped one only to nearly cause one himself.

Pyris.

She had watched him, witnessed the impossible unfold. The power he unleashed was unlike anything known to man, a force so vast that even the Mortal Realm had trembled at its arrival. For that one fleeting instant, existence itself had quaked. The hall had erupted in alarm, leaders and warriors alike sensing the coming end—

Then, as if the universe had rewound, the crisis simply… ceased.

And all of it… because of that creature.

That chubby, absurdly cute being.

The moment it appeared, time itself seemed to fold, reality bending beneath its mere presence. She had watched everything turn backward, unwinding until the chaos had never happened. The realm, once teetering on the brink of ruin, returned to its unknowing peace.

No one here remembered. No one in this hall had even the faintest inkling of the disaster they had narrowly avoided. The Mortal Realm remained blissfully unaware.

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And she would not forget.

Even now, a lingering shiver curled through her body, an involuntary reaction she couldn't shake. Her hands, usually steady, twitched at her sides before she forced them still. What was that creature? No—more importantly, how did this young dragon wield such power, a force potent enough to threaten the very fabric of the Mortal Realm?

And what was his connection to that creature? To the woman he had saved?

At that time, she'd seen that creature lock eyes with her but it didn't bother with her as if she was some side character in the storyline.

Her lips parted slightly as if to ask the questions aloud, but she stopped herself, exhaling through her nose instead. She despised unanswered questions, yet here she was, drowning in them. It was infuriating. She prided herself on knowing things others didn't—seeing threads of fate where others saw only chaos. And yet… this boy was a blind spot in the grand design.