The next few events happened in quick succession, with Noah explaining the discussion with Primus to all his wives.
One could only marvel at how angered but mostly frustrated they were, knowing they had been frozen by Primus, stopping them from acpanying their husband.
But that frustration jolted upward to a whole new level when Diatah openly rubbed that fact in their faces, calling them weak while wearing a glove to smoothen the impact.
Red was ready to fight. Anya ready to shoulder her.
Fortunately, Christelle managed to make Diatah close her mouth, and Selene succeeded in calming the wrathful women.
Noah said nothing. By now, he knew to not involve himself in the matter of his women. Hell, he didn't even look at them, snapping his head to the other side as if there was something interesting to stare at there.
There was nothing.
Neko was with him. The cat didn't care about anything but being with and on her lover. She was always purring whenever Noah scratched her fur, only to snarl and hiss when Lea's doglike scent came too close to her spot.
That, too, the Prince learned to turn his attention away from. That was the secret of his success and peaceful life with his women.
As long as the limit was not crossed and they did not personally ask for his intervention...he didn't exist.
But that didn't stop the eventual conversation about his decision. "Why did you accept?" Maryam asked, arching an eyebrow. "Do you
realize, son, that you are planning to go against a whole universe? All for what?"
"To be-!"
"Ultimate Progenitor." She interrupted him without care. "I know, son. I know what you wish. But don't you think you could eventually stand in the same position without fighting against a universe itself?"
"Maryam is right." Selene added, eyebrows knitted together. "There exist so many ways to eventually reach that level without putting a 'kill me' target on your back."
Noah's lips twitched.
"Added to that, as if it was not enough, there exist hidden races," Elira muttered, her voice tense. "We all can feel the power of our bloodline. Yet we are only at the 9th rank? Then..."
Elira's voice died down, not even willing to end her sentence. She didn't need to, for all of them understood the dreadful situation well enough.
And at that, they could not help but shoot a hard glance at Diatah. She should have known better than let Noah do whatever he wanted.
No matter what their husband wished to show, he was arrogant at his core. And such arrogance always pushed him to act in a way they all knew was going to cause problems.
Now here they were, one family against the whole damn universe.
"At best," Solaris broke the tense silence, "I am not worried about those races that we all know and heard of. I am mostly concerned about those we know little to nothing about."
"There is always a way." Noah finally said. "It might look rash and arrogant on my part, but I wouldn't involve myself in something if I knew we wouldn't get away from it."
He paused, crossing his thick arms on his chest. "And do not forget that you need achievements to step into higher ranks. This situation
is perfect for such things."
The wives fell silent, realizing the truth behind his words. The situation was ridiculously dangerous, but it was also extremely beneficial to them - that is, if they succeeded in taking advantage of
it.
"Are you sure about your decision?" Selene asked next softly, putting a hand on his chest. "It doesn't really matter to me, or even to us in fact. All we care about is to not see you in a state we wouldn't wish to see you in."
"It will not happen." Noah assuredly said. "We all have learned from our past mistakes and have all grown stronger. Don't forget I have the Throne of the Spirit World under my rule. I have unlimited soldiers who will fight for me, for us."
He swept his eyes around each of them.
"All we need to do is kill, and all of them would be our soldiers no matter their previous affiliation. And that, my dear wives, even the
Progenitors."
He lifted two fingers upward. "I already have Esmeray and Luelle. And if one more of them falls, we will have another Progenitor at our rank.
Then another...and another..."
Slowly, the faces of the women began to change.
"And you might not be able to kill them yet." He smiled. "But I can."
He pointed to Diatah beside him. "And she can."
Diatah smiled at them - arrogant and provoking.
The wives scowled at her.
"So now you know I didn't accept because of arrogance?" Noah said,
leaving his arms sway beside his body. "Don't you believe in me?"
"We do, sweetheart. We truly do." Solaris said. "But believing in you doesn't mean not questioning everything you do, husband. We are your wives, not a bunch of puppets who follow you."
"I personally don't mind being a p-!"
SMACK-!
"Hey!!"
"Shut it down, Dominique. Not the time for your folly." Sophie smacked hard the back of Dominique's head, earning her a hard
glance from the woman.
Noah smiled faintly. "I know well. And I do not mind. I enjoy it, even."
"He is lying." Diatah whispered.
Noah spared her a dark glance. She shrugged carelessly, unbothered.
"Now we must think of a strategy to succeed in all this without any single goddamn loss." Emmie said next, eyes glowing with a strong hue. "I tasted failure, I tasted death. Both are bitter and sour. And I no longer want to taste such things ever again."
She looked at her fellow sisters. "So no more loss."
"Damn right!" Anya yelled.
Straightaway, the women began to vigorously discuss the next events - events that would define their whole existence in a profound way.
They were all inwardly stressed, but found in themselves the will and desire to prove that they were not deadweights to Noah's greatness.
Noah watched them calmly. He raised his head, feeling his children searching for him, wishing to see him.
He realized then it was time to go back. But before that, he needed to
take his spoils.
So Noah took hold of all the worlds of the Dragon factions but also of the Elves' factions before finally going towards Laeh. At least, that was
the plan.
Except, Noah came face to face with a strange situation. Something he didn't even sense, and would have never sensed if he didn't
happen to inspect the native world of the Worldborn.
The world had been ruined by Aurelia, but the core of the world was
still intact. With hundreds more years, the world would be as new as
ever.
But all of that was something Noah was not focused on when he entered the space of the World's Will, planning a swift torture. There, eating some pastries with her eyes closed in glee was an elven woman, stunning and graceful despite her humongous bites. The World's Will was kneeling in front of her, taking hold of the feet of the woman, massaging them with great care.
The scene inside was serene and beautiful, worthy of something a
mortal would call paradise.
"Now, what in the hell is this?"
-End of Chapter 509-
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