Extra's Harem: Invincibility Starts with Marriage and lots of Children-Chapter 79 - - Prista’s Anger

"T-Tell me... H-How did the princess achieve this?"

Hearing the most expected question from Olea, as after somewhat helping the princess stood coming towards me in a demeanor that felt more like an interrogation rather than just a humble inquiry, I knew that it wouldn’t change much regardless of how sweetly she had asked.

I couldn’t simply tell her that I possess a system that directly cuts off the hard work one has to undergo—especially my wives—by giving them cultivation years as a privilege just for being mine.

’Oh, wait,’ now that I thought about it, this could be used to my advantage, as I could clearly see Olea’s desperation to know the secret behind the princess’s sudden rise in strength, which was impossible even with forbidden techniques, considering that even those would take more than several months to achieve such a level of power.

She was definitely struggling to comprehend, much like how I had displayed the killing of those individuals in front of her without making a move, which had already piqued her curiosity to know the reason behind my strength.

The sudden rise in the strength of the princess would only lead her to suspect me as the one who held the secret, as I had already piqued her curiosity once.

"It’s the power of love," I revealed, already thinking of a way to offer something enticing to Olea, who craved power, so she could realize the enormous perks of becoming my wife.

Anyone in a world yearning for ascendance to immortality would willingly accept that.

In my mind, I was planning to guide my words to instill a seed of doubt in her so that she would think that the princess only became strong due to marrying me.

And regarding Olea falling in love with me, true love can develop after marriage too, so I could just work hard later after our marriage if Olea accepts the offer.

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"Wh-What nonsense—"

’I know, I know,’ I thought, clearly aware of what she was about to say.

I felt that my words were cringeworthy, but to pick up a main character and a beauty already uninterested in love with who knows how many times being proposed to—only cringe could make them feel nostalgia.

Olea seemed momentarily stunned as a sudden voice reached both of us.

"Power of love? Stop being ridiculous, Kyle Arcturus."

’!?’

Clearly taken aback by the sudden voice, I turned to follow the sound’s source.

There, at a distance on the platform in the training arena, stood a woman in a red gown, her presence exuding a visible change in the cold aura while the fluttering translucent fabric revealed lips that seemed cold.

’What is she doing here?’

It didn’t take me long to identify the woman who stood there as one of the two dolls of the Empress Dowager—in particular, the older one.

[First Doll, Crimson Moon Bloodline, Hollow Frame Physique, 400 years of cultivation, Celestial Veil Qi, Early 4th Layer Disciple.]

Of course, the hovering status window above her head served as an identifier, but the tone in her voice was more than enough for me to discern which doll she was.

The roughness and impassiveness in her manner of speaking—a stark contrast to the younger sister I had just met at the wedding—made her identity clear.

As I looked toward her status window, I noted the 400 years of cultivation that could have ascended her to the next sub-level, as it was the threshold from where one could move into another sub-level, according to what my dear wife had told me.

However, the fact that her stats seemed stuck despite hitting that threshold reminded me of the story of these dolls.

The Empress Dowager—at least that was what that woman referred to her as—had a unique power: the ability to replicate herself in temporary forms, creating exact replicas of herself with the same level of strength, cultivation years, and all else, without requiring any source of energy.

From this alone, it was clear how overpowered she truly was.

Even if her strength was at the 7th layer—evident as her power was the sum of both dolls’ power levels—she could literally create dozens of 7th-layer individuals possessing the same level of strength and capabilities.

Her power was mysterious, even to her, given that the best evidence of it lay in these two dolls made from her temporary self, which had shown a unique tendency to manifest as a permanent entity at their particular ages.

Of course, it was a rare occurrence; these two dolls were the only cases in her lifetime.

The first doll, who called herself the second doll, was Nista—the calm and chill one born when the Empress was young, in her 20s.

The second, who called herself the first doll, manifested later when the Empress was in her 40s.

The Empress had given them names based on their ages, with the older one being the first child and the younger one the second child—so naming wasn’t confusing if treated like her children.

However, in chronological order, Nista—whom I met yesterday—was actually born first. Your journey continues on novelbuddy

This was the very reason I had named them, to avoid confusion with their nomenclature.

"You seem to be thinking of something useless again, Kyle."

’....Here she goes again.’

Being called out by her reminded me of the day I went to the Empress Palace to invite her to the wedding and ended up in a quarrel with both sisters.

Naturally, Nista was reasonable enough to hear me out, but this Prista had literally argued and fought with me over giving her a name.

It was fortunate she didn’t attack me—expected, since the kind one was there to help me leave the place—but given what happened last night, that sweet one might not show herself for quite some time.

Yeah, I felt a distant window open when I killed that old man from the Ghost Sect.

I wasn’t sure if Nista had followed me into the princess’s chamber—given that I had nearly forgotten about her presence due to all the events that had transpired—but now that this twin had come and the other one didn’t, who would have definitely accompanied her, given her interest in me?

"Most probably, she had seen everything.

But let’s first deal with this cold one," Nothing Lady Prista, I was thinking about how beautiful you are."

"Don’t call me with just any random name again, you fool!"

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’Haha, yes, she seems too frustrated to accept the truth,’ I chuckled at Prista while glancing at Aleriana, whose condition was stable, and she was focused on her cultivation.

I did not leave her side, standing just within the room in case someone tried to take advantage of her vulnerability right now, while thinking about how Miss Doll just didn’t want to accept that she liked the name I gave her.

After all, who would like to be called by names like First Doll or Second Doll? I literally felt that the Empress was definitely lacking in giving names.

"....."

’Come on, don’t look at me like that,’ I visibly noticed Olea giving me a blank look, as if she found my compliment to Prista to be a signal of me flirting with her, mistaking my intentions, which made me give her an assured nod, ’You are the only one, Olea.’