Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise! - Chapter 366

Chapter 366: Reluctant Sovereigns Chapter 366: Reluctant Sovereigns “Ah~ what am I doing blabbering on?” Song chuckled, shaking his head as if realizing his own theatrics.

“Sorry, my lady, I should tend to your injuries first…” He moved to lift her.

But-Silent Night reacted.

Her hand trembled, instinctively reaching out to stop him, though she barely had the strength to push back.

The effect of his words, his actions, still lingered in her mind.

She had misjudged the Obsidians.

The royal family had misjudged the Obsidians.

For so long, they had been branded as would-be traitors, a threat, an obstacle to the Empire’s strength and could only be useful if they were under the direct control of the court.

But standing here, injured and vulnerable, and witnessing how a noble dragon stood up for her- how could she deny the truth?

The Obsidians were not the enemy.

They were the very force that could restore the fallen glory of dragons-if only the royal family would stop fighting them.

For the first time, Silent Night saw the world from a different light.

Song blinked, then laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head.

“Ah… my overreaction again.

Haha, I made things awkward there.” His voice took on a sheepish tone, his golden eyes dimming slightly with guilt.

“I just thought you were too injured to walk, and I figured you’d need help getting somewhere safe, so…” Silent Night hesitated.

Then, after a brief pause, she nodded in understanding.

Slowly-reluctantly-she nodded again, this time granting him permission.

The moment she did, Song didn’t hesitate.

A gasp tore from her lips.

Without warning, he swept her off the ground, lifting her effortlessly into a princess carry.

The movement was swift, fluid, practiced-as if carrying a woman in his arms was second nature to him.

Silent Night stiffened.

Her heart pounded against her ribcage.

She wanted to protest-why was she being so easily flustered?-but before she could even formulate a thought, they vanished.

And behind them-a roaring fire erupted.

Song’s last act before disappearing was setting the second vampire assassin ablaze.

The alley was left in ruins.

A moment of silence.

Then-a new presence arrived-or more revealed themselves.

– CRACK.

A subtle distortion rippled across the ruined ground as Space Dragon materialized.

She stood at the center of destruction, her sharp, calculating gaze scanning the aftermath of what had just occurred.

For a long moment, she said nothing.

Then, almost to herself, she muttered: “A real dragon…” The words were whispered, but the weight behind them was immense.

She tilted her head back, her piercing eyes narrowing in thought.

“The Obsidians…

should have been the royal family instead.” A scoff.

A hint of bitter amusement.

“If only they hadn’t been reluctant to rule back then…” Her voice carried a quiet regret.

She clenched her fist.

“I would’ve been serving such a fine dragon, not a spoiled emperor.” ____ The Obsidian Estate stood proud and imposing, bathed in the soft glow of morning light.

Its towering spires and intricate carvings exuded an aura of dominance-a fortress of untouchable power.Within its vast halls, the training ground had fully restored itself, no longer bearing the scars of Ruin’s awakening.

The once-damaged walls stood firm, polished floors gleamed under the ethereal glow of floating mana crystals, and the very air felt charged-as if the arena itself had absorbed the energy of yesterday’s chaos.

And at the entrance, they were waiting for him.

Shez and Mira stood side by side, silent yet ever watchful.

Their poised figures, clad in dark attire, looked like two specters guarding the gateway to battle.

A little further in, Abaddon loomed near two collapsed figures.

Veyna and Blood Burn Fiend lay on the ground, completely unconscious.

Their once-commanding presence was reduced to mere husks of their former selves, a testament to the absolute domination they had been subjected to.

Pyris, now fully dressed and exuding the same effortless confidence, strode into the hall with his usual calm arrogance.

His gaze flickered between Shez and Mira before settling on the scene before him.

“Nice work, Mira… Shez…” Pyris’ voice was smooth, laced with a casual approval that carried undeniable authority.

Shez bowed her head immediately, a subtle shudder running through her form.

Even for a Phantom, Pyris was something else.

No matter how many times she stood before him, the sheer weight of his presence was suffocating.

It wasn’t fear-it was something far more primal.

“It’s fine, Young Lord.” Mira waved off the praise, but her voice held a slight tremor, betraying how deeply his acknowledgment affected her.

Pyris chuckled, his golden eyes gleaming with amusement.

“Ah, you’re too modest, my beautiful Phantom.” Before Mira could react, he closed the distance between them.

His hands-strong, warm, and deliberate-cradled her face.

The moment his skin met hers, Mira shivered.

Shez, standing to the side, stiffened in disbelief.

Her Venerable… was blushing?

Mira’s sharp gaze flickered toward Shez for the briefest second, and instantly, Shez averted her eyes.

She had no intention of challenging her master’s silent message.

“Young Lord…” Mira whispered, her voice softer than ever.

Pyris’ thumbs caressed her cheeks in slow, teasing circles before he smiled-a knowing, devastatingly charming smile that made her knees feel weak.

Then, as if nothing had happened, he released her.

Yet-he took her hand instead, their fingers intertwining effortlessly as they walked in tandem towards where Abaddon stood with the unconscious vampires.

They were still out cold, just as Pyris preferred.

His gaze landed on Blood Burn Fiend, and a thought flickered through his mind.

He had planned to place his own seal, but… “Abaddon,” Pyris commanded, “make the Blood Fiend your slave.” Mira blinked in surprise, but Pyris wasn’t finished.

“I don’t want him whispering in the mind of my beautiful Mira.” His voice dropped, becoming something darker, something possessive.

Although not as powerful as his own seal, there were other methods to enslave even the strongest beings, and Phantoms had their own terrifying ways of binding others to their will.

Phantom seals were powerful in their own right, and if Mira enslaved him, Blood Burn Fiend would be bound to her completely-mentally, physically, and spiritually.

But… Abaddon’s enslavement would be absolute, forcing Blood Burn Fiend into unwavering servitude.

But Pyris wasn’t about to let Mira be the one to enslave him.

No.

That would mean Blood Burn Fiend would have a direct mental link to his master, sharing every piece of information he gathered.

And Pyris had no intention of letting another man have such a connection to his woman.

Pyris didn’t want another man constantly communicating with his woman.

Yeah… Mira was more or less his.

CREATORS’ THOUGHTS almightyP Your gift is the motivation for my creation.

Give me more motivation!