Extra's Harem: Invincibility Starts with Marriage and lots of Children

Of course, the princess had already signed the polygamy permission for her husband.

But Kyle's reaction—rather than being shocked or denying it—was sharp and decisive. Instead of collapsing under pressure, he kissed her.

That was the first shock.

And the second came just now—when the composed, elegant image Mathili held of Princess Aleriana cracked. That cold, sharp reaction. That fury. It made Mathili question everything she thought she knew about her.

But the person she had expected to care the least—to neither protect nor even acknowledge her—

Was Kyle Arcutus.

"Pregnant? And who might be the father?" Aleriana reacted—confused, dejected by the fact that she was already aware of it. Even though Olea had informed her earlier, she pretended to be unaware that the woman was pregnant.

Cough. Kyle cleared his throat slightly, understanding that his wife was trying to provoke the situation, even though she wished to avoid it. Still, he knew it was something he would eventually have to confront. And now was the perfect time to take advantage of this situation—to trap the prey named Mathili, who had unknowingly walked into the jaws of a predator.

And as the predator, it was his job to pin her down—to turn the excuse she came here with into reality.

Of course, it was true that he was interested in her elder sister. But it was best to secure both sisters, using this "ladder" standing before him to climb toward the heart of her sibling.

'He will definitely lie,' Mathili thought. The situation was already a mess. She hadn't expected the princess to act like this—so harshly questioning the child about the father. She had thought that perhaps she could use this pregnancy as leverage to blackmail Kyle and ruin his relationship with the princess, but now it seemed Aleriana was already one step ahead.

And just like before, if she were to interrupt again, things would only worsen. Most likely, the princess would scold her or show even more visible disapproval.

Mathili was tired of staying silent—especially when she knew the truth. She clenched her fists, wanting to speak out, to stop this entire farce. But she had already accepted that Kyle would likely hide the truth.

"It's mine... Mathili is about to become the mother of my child," Kyle declared.

The confession rang out within the hallway. He stood in front of Aleriana, with Olea and Mathili behind him. His voice was clear, calm, and caring—leaving everyone in shock. The shock, however, was only visible on Mathili's face. Olea merely blinked, slightly wide-eyed, trying to process his words. Aleriana narrowed her gaze, seemingly starting to believe that the child might indeed be Kyle's.

'So... she really is pregnant?' Aleriana thought. The cold, sudden confession made her believe that maybe the woman was indeed carrying the child of the original Kyle—not Leon, who was Aleriana's husband and looked identical to Kyle.

Of course, this only deepened the confusion. Everyone had their own interpretations.

Aleriana, already aware of Kyle's true identity, believed the child belonged to his duplicate.

Olea, on the other hand, thought it was a hidden affair—one that predated the marriage of Kyle with Princess—and now being revealed under inconvenient circumstances.

However, she felt an inexplicable discomfort she could not understand, as it was like a tug within her chest.

And finally, Mathili—mouth agape, eyes blinking—didn't understand why he would even say something like that.

She couldn't bring herself to speak. Couldn't reveal that she wasn't even pregnant. So why would he—without hesitation—confess to something that wasn't even his?

Forget being his—it wasn't even real.

"I see..." Aleriana said, nodding slowly as she assessed the situation. She felt it would be better to talk to Kyle privately rather than continue the discussion in the hallway in front of Mathili.

He simply gave a nod in return.

'I see!?' Mathili screamed inwardly. That vague, bland response? She had expected the princess to explode in anger—to grab Kyle by the neck and lift him off the floor.

The calm reaction shattered the entire image she had of the fierce, commanding Princess Aleriana. It made her wonder if she had completely misunderstood her.

But she knew it was Princess Aleriana—those blue eyes, that composed demeanor, the disapproving glance she gave to Mathili.

Yet, when she looked at Kyle, something was different. Something made Mathili realize that she wasn't on the same level as him in eyes of Princess.

To fix the damage of her first impression, she would need to earn the trust of the princess first.

"So, what is the name of the sect you're working for as an escort?" Aleriana asked, turning her attention back to Kyle. Her tone was probing, aimed at uncovering whether the sect was affiliated with any of the other royal heirs—perhaps even part of a trap set to lure him in.

"Oh, it's called the Slum Sect," Kyle replied, watching her face closely for any change in expression. He was testing to see if she recognized the name—though in truth, he had never heard of such a ridiculous name before.

It said a lot about the kind of reputation or affiliations the sect might have.

Of course, there were sects with self-deprecating names—like the Beggar Sect. But in their case, the name made sense.

Their members were often literal beggars, deeply embedded in the world of information trade, and ironically well-known across countless cultivation stories.

But Slum Sect?

How ridiculous.

"Hm..." Aleriana closed her eyes for a moment, as if trying to recall whether she'd ever heard of the sect before—searching her memories for any mention.

'Oh, so it's just a weak-ass sect—' Kyle mused silently. Judging by her expression, Aleriana didn't seem to recognize the name either. Perhaps the sect had no significant role in the original story, simply due to its irrelevance.

Her reaction confirmed it.

"No, never heard of it," Aleriana said flatly, shaking her head without even a hint of interest.

"Haah... I see," Kyle exhaled softly, nodding to himself. Maybe he'd expected too much.

But before he could dwell on the disappointment, a voice came from behind.

It was Olea.

She stepped forward, interrupting as a memory surfaced—specifically, the reply she had received after relaying Kyle's orders for the exploration of the Puppet Master legacy.

"Princess, if I may interrupt—why did you reject the expedition to explore the Puppet Master's legacy?"