The day at the mansion was serene and peaceful. The sun shone softly through the high windows of the living room, casting golden rays that illuminated the faces of the won.
Beatrice was sitting in a velvet chair, reading an old book she had found in the mansion's library.
Monica was organizing so things in the kitchen, preparing a tea she always made when she wanted to relax.
Cristine, always quiet and observant, was in a corner, her quick and agile fingers stitching a delicate pattern on a linen fabric.
Samira, on the other hand, was in the back garden, swinging her sword while lost in her own thoughts, wanting to beco even stronger.
Then, the ssage appeared on the screen with a sharp clarity.
[Rogue joined the harem]
For a mont, no one said anything. The silence in the room stretched for a few seconds, as all the won were busy processing what they had just read.
Beatrice was the first to break the silence. She let out a small sigh, without surprise, and reclined more comfortably in her chair. "Well, that's nothing new," she said, as if she had already expected sothing like this to happen. "Rogue always had a way of being... attractive to the n around her."
Monica, who was holding a cup of tea, glanced at the ssage quickly and shrugged, not paying much attention.
"She's always been good at getting attention, huh? It was taking too long." she said, returning to her tea, as if nothing had changed. For Monica, these things always seed like part of her daily life. Nothing ever shook her.
Cristine, with her usual calmness, simply raised an eyebrow and murmured, "So she joined. Doesn't surprise . When she wanted to et Strax, it was obvious anyway." She didn't seem to have anything against it, rely observing the situation with a calculated detachnt, as she always did.
But, while the other won dealt with the situation with a strange calmness, Samira couldn't just let it pass.
She was still training, her gaze fixed on the horizon, as if she were unaware of everything. However, the sound of the notification brought her abruptly back to reality. She looked at the device in her hands, and Samira's eyes imdiately narrowed upon reading the ssage.
She swallowed hard and took a step back, her expression darkening with each passing second. The air around her seed to cool, and the tranquility of the house was replaced by growing tension.
"Rogue... in the harem?" Samira repeated the words softly, as if trying to process the information. She lifted her gaze, her eyes now fixed on the other won in the room. Samira's hands clenched into fists, her nails digging into her palms.
Beatrice looked at her with a calm expression, as if she knew what was about to follow, and said nothing. Monica seed uninterested, not noticing the shift in the atmosphere. Cristine, however, imdiately noticed the tension in Samira and looked at her attentively.
Samira took a step forward, her eyes burning with anger. Her voice, usually controlled, ca out louder, now laced with fury: "Did you know about this?" She looked directly at Beatrice, expecting an explanation, though she knew Beatrice, as always, would remain unshaken.
"Samira," Beatrice said with her soft, calm voice, "calm down. There's nothing to worry about. Strax has always been a... a man who chooses wisely." She didn't seem disturbed, as if the fact that Rogue was part of the harem was sothing expected and inevitable.
Samira didn't listen. She moved toward the table where the device was, her face reddening further with rage. "That fucking piece of shit, I told her to stay away from my husband." She was starting to lose her patience, her anger growing as thoughts piled up in her mind.
"Samira, calm down..." Monica tried to intervene, her voice still calm and indifferent, but her attempt was ignored.
"Calm down?! How can I stay calm?!" Samira shouted, her voice now filled with fury. She turned to the other won, her eyes burning with intensity. "I warned her! I gave so many warnings, so much... and now, she shows up and does this?" She took a step back, her hands trembling with the force of the emotion consuming her. "I can't allow this."
Cristine, with a serious expression, slowly stood up from her corner. She walked over to Samira, placing a firm yet controlled hand on her shoulder. "Samira, calm down. This rage won't get you anywhere. Rogue might have her reasons, and maybe what you're feeling is more about your own insecurity than anything else."
Samira spun abruptly toward Cristine, the rage in her eyes taking over her reason. "Insecurity?!" She laughed bitterly, the words coming out of her mouth like sharp blades.
Samira looked at them, but her fury didn't dissipate. "I won't accept this," she said in a tone of desperation. "I won't accept soone invading what's mine, what's ours."
Monica, who was getting tired of the situation, finally stepped closer and placed her hand on Samira's arm. "You're overreacting, Samira. Rogue isn't a threat. If this affects you so much, maybe it's ti to reflect on your own feelings."
Samira could no longer control the rage burning inside her. Those words, those provocations she couldn't stand, consud her. She looked at the other won, the words of Monica, Cristine, and Beatrice blending in her mind, but none of them could calm her fury.
With a muffled scream, Samira abruptly turned and ran out of the mansion. The entrance doors slamd shut behind her, but she no longer cared. The biting wind hit her face as she ran toward the Osiris Guild, where Strax was, where Rogue was. The image of the other woman joining Strax's harem repeated incessantly in her mind, like an echo that wouldn't stop.
Rage guided her with an uncontrollable force, and anyone in her way had no ti to react. She was in a wild state, fully imrsed in her fury. The guards patrolling the streets tried to block her path, but she shoved them aside with a strength that didn't seem human, her body moving like a hurricane, knocking everything in her way down.
"Get out of my way!" Samira scread, her gaze empty of any rationality. The guards didn't dare continue their way, and Samira passed them, without even looking back.
Upon reaching the guild entrance, she didn't hesitate. The door exploded open with a loud crash as she smashed it with a powerful strike. The main hall of the Osiris Guild was filled with mbers who turned to look at her, startled by the woman's explosive rage.
"Samira?! What are you doing here?" One of the mbers asked, but before he could take a step forward, she was already heading toward him, her fists clenched.
She no longer cared about the consequences, about what would happen to her or the others. Her rage was all she felt now. One by one, the guild mbers were thrown aside, many hitting the ground as she advanced. So tried to resist, but she was far from an easy opponent.
"Get out of my way, all of you!" Samira scread, her voice echoing through the guild's walls.
She reached the corridor leading to the guild master's room. As she passed, more people tried to block her path, but Samira, with fiery eyes, threw punches and shoves, not letting anyone stop her. Every move she made was a reflection of her growing rage, and the guild began to understand that sothing very serious was about to happen.
Finally, she reached the door to the master's room. The guardian of the room, a towering man, was about to try to contain her as well, but Samira didn't hesitate for a second. With a scream, she lunged forward and shoved the door open with all her strength, making it crash open with a bang.
Inside the room, Strax was seated at the table, his eyes slowly lifting as he saw the furious woman entering. Samira's expression was pure rage, her body trembling with anger. The atmosphere in the room, which had been calm until then, was imdiately filled with tension that could not be ignored.
"You!" Samira shouted, pointing at Strax with a trembling finger of rage. "I warned you! I warned you this wouldn't stay like this!" She advanced toward him, ignoring everything else around her. "How dare you?! How do you allow her to join your harem?!" Her voice sounded like thunder, and her fury was about to spill over in a dangerous way.
Strax, who had been watching calmly, finally stood up. His gaze was cold, but there was a hint of irritation in his expression. "Samira... what are you doing?" he asked, his voice calm, as if he didn't fully understand what was motivating her.
The tension in the air was palpable as Samira advanced toward Strax, her eyes burning and her rage visible in every movent. But, as she got closer to him, sothing happened. Instead of exploding again in fury, a shadow of confusion passed over her face.
"You... you really are this calm, while she enters your harem?!" Samira asked, almost unable to believe what was happening. She looked at him, challenging him, waiting for an answer, but Strax's gaze wasn't even intimidated. He seed more... amused than truly angry.
"Samira, are you really accusing of all this? You think I don't see what's happening?" Strax said with a half-smile, still maintaining the calm that she so hated at that mont.
Samira, who had been ready to continue her verbal attack, stopped for a mont and looked at him more closely. Her rage was mixing with sothing else—confusion. Did she really believe this affected her more than it did him? And then, without warning, she realized: he was enjoying all of this.
"Are you laughing at ?" she asked, incredulity taking over her voice.
Strax crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. "No, Samira, but it's funny to see you so... possessive." He said, the irony in his voice clear. "I expected you to be more mature than this."
The rage Samira felt seed to heat up even more, but there was sothing about his posture that made her lose focus for a mont. "I may not be mature, but at least I don't let anyone infiltrate my territory!" She tried to retort, but the idea of "territory" sounded almost silly to her at that mont. She was arguing about "territory" with Strax? She looked at him with a mix of irritation and sothing like frustration.
Strax, noticing that the situation was becoming lighter than she had expected, smiled mockingly. "So, you see it as 'territory' now? Are you jealous, Samira?"
Samira froze for a second. "Jealous?"
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