Reincarnated as an Evil Harem God

Their steps lit up the bustling town, merging slowly into the growing tide of the morning crowd. Klaus watched them through the shop window until they disappeared completely from sight.

"The world is shifting," Klaus murmured under his breath, his voice barely more than a whisper. "And his power is nothing short of extraordinary. Unlike you, old friend... he's not a hero. Your grandson is a warrior at heart. And when he finally understands it, the kingdoms we know will shatter... and the world itself will be reshaped. And me... the old fool... I'll sit back and watch it happen, until the day I see you in heaven and tell you all about him."

His words faded into the air, carried away by the bustling wind.Only a small bloodstain remained on the floor, the last lingering trace of the oath — and even that was quickly being scrubbed away by the maids.

Outside, Liraeth glanced worriedly at Sylvaris's wrist as they walked, her violet eyes full of concern."Are you okay?" she asked softly, her hand reaching out instinctively toward him.

Sylvaris smiled warmly, flexing his hand casually. "Yeah, it's just a scratch. You two don't need to worry about it."

He ruffled her silver hair playfully, making her cheeks puff in a faint, adorable pout. "What you should be worrying about is what we're going to eat and where we'll sleep," he added with a smirk. "I need to report for formal idiocy at the church, so if it's not too much trouble... could the two of you go shopping?"

He pulled several fat pouches of gold from his system inventory and handed them over.

Liraeth and Faylira exchanged matching looks — unimpressed, amused — before both rolled their eyes.

"We have money too, you know," they said in near-perfect unison, their tones half-reproachful, half-playful.

Still, they made no protest as they snatched the gold from his hands with the nimble grace of seasoned thieves.

Sylvaris chuckled inwardly, watching them with lazy affection. Money and women... haha... some things really are universal.

"We get to keep the rest, right?" Faylira asked, giving him an innocent little look — the kind only a fox could master. She leaned into Sylvaris's side, pressing her soft, hot chest against his arm, letting him feel her warmth even through his new shirt.

Shit... really... Sylvaris thought, trying not to groan. I think I'll need to start making more money soon. Maybe rob a treasury or something... just to keep these two happy. And to think I want at least 101 women in my harem... I'll go bankrupt faster than I thought.

He laughed awkwardly, though pride rumbled in his chest. "Haha... of course. Take as much as you want. For my women, I'll never be stingy."

But the moment the words left his mouth, he realized his mistake.

A sharp glint of greed flashed through their eyes, subtle but unmistakable — and in their hearts, a new plan began to form. After all, it was no mystery why people said: men love beauties, but women love big pockets.

"Be careful there," Liraeth said softly, her voice heavy with worry. "The Holy Church... it's not as innocent and holy as people claim. They've waged wars against other countries many times, slaughtering thousands in their god's name. And you only got in trouble because you stood up for me..."

She lowered her head, guilt gnawing at her heart even now. She couldn't shake off the feeling that she had dragged him into unnecessary danger. Yet at the same time, she felt grateful — deeply, overwhelmingly grateful — that Sylvaris had protected her.

"It's okay," Sylvaris said, lifting her chin gently. He leaned in and pressed a warm, sweet kiss to her lips, making her stiffen for a moment before melting into him. Faylira smiled from the side, her tails swaying softly.

"It was never your fault," Sylvaris said against her lips, his voice a low promise. "And if the entire world decided to bully you, I'd destroy it just to keep that sweet smile on your face."

His words were sweeter than honey — and far more dangerous — and they worked like magic. Liraeth's heart thudded wildly in her chest, her face burning with happiness and love.

"I will always protect both of you," Sylvaris added, pulling Faylira closer and stealing a kiss from her too, just to make it even.

The crowd around them began to murmur, frowning as they watched the lovers kissing openly in the middle of the busy road.Some people recognized Sylvaris immediately — and gossip spread like wildfire.

"Isn't that the noble hero?""What the hell is he doing kissing women in public?"

Whispers floated through the market, blending with the smell of baked bread and fresh fruit. Many had already noticed Sylvaris when he entered Klaus's shop with the two girls yesterday — and the loud, very distinct noises that echoed through the night had only fueled the rumors.

Now, seeing him openly embracing and kissing them on the street, the truth was undeniable.

The men didn't judge him. If anything, they nodded in silent approval, their gazes lingering on the full curves of the two beauties clinging to Sylvaris.

That's a real man, they thought privately. Strong, powerful, and bold enough to take what he wants.

As for the women... their hearts twisted with jealousy. They watched the two girls with burning eyes, hatred and envy bubbling inside them.

Why them?

Why not me?

I'm no less beautiful...

After all, who didn't fantasize about being swept into the arms of a rising hero? Seeing it happen in front of their faces stirred conflict and longing, making tensions simmer quietly in the air.

"Sylvaris... people are watching... n-not here..." Liraeth gasped out, her voice trembling as Sylvaris gave her a firm, possessive squeeze around the waist, pulling her even closer.

But he only chuckled under his breath, the low sound rumbling against her skin like a promise.

After a short moment, the three of them parted ways, reluctant but understanding. This was not a final goodbye — only a brief separation. They would meet again later in the town square; that was their decision.

Now, Sylvaris stood alone in front of a massive gothic church, its towering black spires cutting into the cloudy sky like spears of judgment.

His thoughts drifted from the soft warmth of his women to the memory of the alluring nun he had met before — Lilith — and the fire she had sparked inside him. A fire not yet extinguished.

"Let's see what kind of teachings you'll preach to me, my dear slutty nun," he muttered under his breath, a savage smirk curling his lips.