Chapter 152: This Isn’t a Harem (1/2)

“This one’s survival is all thanks to you, Dearest. This one loves you to death!” Somehow it felt like she was a completely different person.

With the danger gone, she leaped into my arms, and without caring about anything else, tightly pressed her weapons of mass destruction against my chest…surprisingly, they felt rather nice even through the feathers…especially that wafting scent and softness…

After struggling for a few arduous minutes, I finally broke free and quickly changed the topic: “That enchanted blade did not have a name previously, but now that it has evolved, I think you should give it one.”

“Hmm, what would be a nice name…” She pondered it for a moment before promptly tossing the problem back to me; looks like she didn’t have a knack for naming things. “Dearest should be the one who thinks of a name for this one’s blade.”

“In that case, how about…” Looking at the ball of flame circling a couple of inches away, a name immediately came to mind which was rather good, if I had to say so myself. “How about Flametail?”

Seeing as it left behind such a beautiful trail of flame sparks as it flew about, Flametail seemed apt.

“Flametail? Sounds great, this one likes it. You’re the best, Dearest!” As she said that, she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me on the head.

Come to think of it, Numila seemed to have changed completely since we were betrothed. Instead of that fiery loose cannon we met previously, she seemed more like a teenager. A teenager in love…

“Hey, hey, hey, this Numila seems weird.” Eugenia nudged her frosty companion, eyes wide open and a face filled with incredulity “What happened to that fellow who goes “this harpy, this harpy” for no reason?”

“Mhm, a little, weird.” Elena nodded her head lightly, and without saying much more, added: “Brains, not working well.”

Now that the matter of Flametail had been settled, the matter of the harpy conflict was basically over.

Numila loosened her arms and turned to the other two witches with a smug, authoritative look on her face: “I still have to thank you two for what you did just now, you two actually went out of your way to hunt those souls for me.”

Not realizing the subtle change in Numila’s attitude, Eugenia crossed her arms and dismissed her words: “It’s not like we were planning to kill you, we just wanted to recruit you. All that was just a misunderstanding on your part not mine.”

“Hmph, hmph, isn’t it a little too late for that?”

“What do you want then?” Asked Elena in a steady voice.

“What do I want? I want the two of you to submit to me.” Numila’s lips cracked into a smile that wasn’t the least bit like one, the look in her eyes ever changing as she stared at them. At the same time, Flametail started to revolve faster around her, the heat in the air rising as it did so.

As the heat slowly climbed to sweltering levels, Elena was the first to back away from the fearsome weapon. While she hadn’t suffered much injuries in the previous fight, her elemental nature made her particularly susceptible to the heat. However, it wasn’t long before Eugenia had to back away as well from the blistering heat.

“Sigh…” The two witches stared at each other helplessly. Now that their defeat was basically set in stone, what else could they do other than submit to her as per their ancestral rules.

The two witches dropped to one knee and used their actions to prove their loyalty.

“Eugenia, pays her respect to the Clan Leader.”

“Elena, pays her respect to the Clan Leader.”

“Hahaha, good, you two may rise.” Numila promptly accepted their pledge of allegiance without any intention of making things hard on them. However, upon noticing that she didn’t intend to press the issue, the ever capricious Eugenia immediately rushed to my side.

With what looked like an awkward attempt at flirting, she batted her eyelashes at me and pushed her feathery self onto me: “Hello there, this one is Windstorm, Eugenia Windstorm. This one really admires you so can you give this one a blade as well? As long as you give this one a blade, this one will marry you.”

Like a cat that had its tail stepped on, Numila almost leaped to the air in anger upon hearing those words: “Eugenia! I dare you to say that again! This harpy will pluck out all your feathers!”

“Hah hah hah, while this one has submitted to you, this one still has the right to pursue her partner, this one just so happens to like this lust demon, what’cha gona to do about that!”

“He is this harpy’s fiance, so you’d better scram!”

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“Hah, this harpy this, this harpy that, you haven’t changed one bit. You’re still as boorish as ever, what makes you think any man will like you. This one is so much better than you, not only is this one soft and approachable, this one knows how to be coy unlike a brute like you.”

“Die!” Having obviously lost to Eugenia’s cannon of a mouth, she immediately readied herself in a bid to teach this unruly subordinate of hers a lesson.

However, Eugenia wasn’t one to be intimidated so easily either: “This one isn’t afraid of you, don’t forget, this one is about to marry Master Lust Demon, if you harm this one’s body, Master Lust Demon will get angry!”

What the f*ck, when did I end up in such a relationship with Eugenia, didn’t we just meet each other? We haven’t even spoken more than a few sentences with each other. But, now’s not the time for this, they look like they’re about to start another fight!

“Alright, alright, stop fighting, you two. Can’t you all learn from Elena, see how calm she is compared to you two. At this rate, my ear drums will be damaged by your constant bickering.” I scolded the two witches while hurriedly stepping between them.

At that, Elena’s pale cheeks reddened slightly before throwing me a bashful smile. Glancing at me for a second, she immediately lowered her head in embarrassment.

“Elena doesn’t mind marrying either…” As she murmured those words which made me want to spit out more blood, she bashfully averted her eyes from my own.

Exactly…what’s going on today, hmm? Why did all three of them propose to me in a day? It’s probably that isn’t it? They all wanted an elemental weapon that suited them; at the very least, I possessed that amount of self-awareness to know I’m not that attractive.

Looks like women really do go after successful men with money and power huh? Or maybe they just see me as a brainless, giant ATM?