My Supernatural Girlfriends Spoils Me Rotten - Chapter 258

Chapter 258: Exceptional Son-in-Law
Asher raised his fingers, and a white magic circles flickered into existence above him.

It spun lazily at first, then began to stretch wider, expanding in slow, controlled arcs until it blanketed a massive 20-kilometer radius.

Lucian’s jaw dropped, his eyes wide in disbelief. “What is he planning to do? And how could he cast a spell this big alone?”

Normally, a magic circle like that would take a dozen people, each with precise control over their magic, just to keep it steady. Energy alone wasn’t enough.

But Asher? He made it look simple. .

“I’ve seen my share of magic prodigies, but this… it’s not talent anymore,” Lucian muttered, unable to pull his gaze away. “This is… something else.”

His eyes darted to her daughter. “He’s too powerful… What is he?”

“I don’t know,” Lucy shook her head. She didn’t have an answer.

But one thing was clear: she was grateful he was on their side.

In the air, Asher’s mind reached out to Pantheon.

This spell—this level of control—was only possible with the ancient dragon’s assistance.

Together, they double-checked every symbol, ensuring nothing was out of place.

Satisfied, he pointed his finger toward the ground.

The magic circle began its slow descent, its edges glowing softly before it etched itself into the earth like a laser printer.

Next, he directed his remaining puppets into position. They stood like sentinels, ready to stabilize the energy fluctuations.

Minutes stretched on, the only change the steady glow of the magic circle embedded in the ground.

Everyone waited, the air heavy with expectation. A faint hum, like the world holding its breath, filled the silence.

And then the ground trembled beneath them—slow, deep, almost like the pulse of some ancient creature awakening.

Waves of white light surged upward, pulsing from below, and a low vibration began to fill the air—growing louder by the second.

Suddenly, as if summoned by the rising crescendo, the tip of a massive spire revealed itself.

At first, it was just a sliver of gilded stone. But it kept rising—higher, relentless—like some beast clawing its way out of the depths.

Towers twisted into the sky, their peaks sharp and powerful, reaching for the heavens.

Layers of dark gothic architecture unfurled, crowned with cruel, glistening points. Stained-glass windows shimmered like stars, casting fleeting, ethereal reflections on the ground below.

At its base, a wall of towering white metal rose. Each panel was embedded with massive green orbs—silent, but ready to trigger a barrier at a moment’s notice.

At the top of this walls, magic cannons gleamed, each one capable of destroying giant beast with eased.

Tens of thousands of metal golems stood like statues behind the walls, their massive swords clenched in stone-like hands.

Their eyes were lifeless for now, but the second someone dumb enough approached, they would.

Everyone who witnessed this scene trembled in awe.

The Morningstar family, their servants—, even the ones inside their own tower, now barely a shadow against the rising magic castle—could only stare, their hands pressed to their mouths, struggling to believed it all.

This wasn’t just a structure; it was something far greater—a fortress beyond anything they had seen in the demon world.

‘Good,’ Asher nodded in satisfaction

This was Julius’ creation—the Valsrath Fortress, tucked away on a remote island near Eryx.

Decades of work had gone into creating this, using only the finest materials, each piece crafted with an almost reverent care.

Why the sorcerer had gone to the trouble of building something like this, Asher couldn’t it figure out.

Liza had no answers either, nor did the ones who helped design and construct it.

So, without feeling guilty, he decided it would be his.

Of course, carrying a building this massive was too much even for him.

But thanks to Pantheon storing it within its core, he could move the fortress anywhere, though it required extensive preparation.

However, there was a catch—while the fortress could be relocated at will, it couldn’t store organic living beings with consciousness, meaning bringing people along was out of the question.

‘Time to head back,’ he muttered, his feet touching down on the Morningstar tower with a soft thud.

“What is that thing?” Lucian asked.

“That’s my portable home,” Asher responded, his tone so casual it made the others wonder if he was humble-bragging.

Calling it a “home” was like calling a dragon a lizard.

Lucian cleared his throat, doing his best to avoid coming off like a poor father-in-law .

“This thing is… impressive. Did you build it?” Lucian asked, trying to start a conversation.

“No, I just took it from someone I defeated while I’m figuring out how to get back home,”

“Took?” Lucian repeated.

They all swallowed hard, the weight of this revelation sinking in. What kind of being could have constructed something like this?

Then it hit them— they were talking to someone who killed that very same being.

“Brother, you’re really impressive,” Lucy’s sister, Lariel, chimed in.

She resembled a younger, middle school version of Lucy, her wide eyes brimming with awe and curiosity. She fluttered her eyelashes, putting on an exaggerated, cute act, secretly hoping he might have some questionable fetish.

“Thank you,” Asher just smiled, and turned her attention elsewhere.

“Let’s head to my home first. It’s safer to talk there. ”

They nodded eagerly and followed him, leaping from their positions and soaring into the air.

Asher directed them to land at the main entrance, where a giant gate stood tall.

It was massive, with a pattern carved into it—a tree reaching up toward the sky, its branches sprawling wide.

The metal used in its construction was of a higher quality than the walls themselves.

Though none of them knew exactly what it was made of, it was clear that no force—no matter how much they worked together—could ever break it.

Well, except for Asher. Right now, they saw him as an anomaly.

Every time they thought they’d seen the extent of his abilities, he would do something that shattered their expectations, leaving them speechless and unintentionally humbled.