Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System novel Chapter 20

Chapter 20: Chapter 20: A Worthy Master

Chapter 20: The Worthy Master

Before Noah's body could even hit the ground, Ester was already there.

She caught him.

The moment her hands touched his broken body, a violent shudder ran through her. Her red eyes widened—shock, horror, and something deeper gripping her all at once.

Noah...

His condition was worse than anything she had imagined.

Blood.

So much blood.

Deep gashes from wind slashes. Brutal bite marks. Wounds ripped open not just by enemies, but by his own power. His hands were torn apart, raw and ruined from forcing two SSS-rank affinities far beyond what his body could handle.

And his face.

Not the noble heir of the Weaverheart family.

Just a soldier—a bloodied warrior who had fought until the battlefield broke him.

Ester sank to her knees. She pulled him onto her lap, her fingers trembling as she uncorked a vial and pressed it to his lips.

S-rank healing potion.

It took seconds before his wounds started to close. His breathing steadied. The blood stopped flowing.

But Ester couldn't stop staring at him.

Her mind was chaos.

Her heart—

BADUM. BADUM. BADUM.

Her fingers curled around his torn sleeve. Her body shook.

"W-What have I done?"

The words echoed in her skull, over and over, louder each time.

What have I done?

WHAT HAVE I DONE?

If she had been a minute late—**just a single minute—he would have died.

Died.

Noah.

Dead.

Noah—gone.

Her chest tightened. Breathing became impossible. Her vision blurred.

A shadow. That was what she had sworn to be.

The one who would protect him from the world's gaze.

The one who would keep his secrets.

The one who would stand in the darkness for him.

What kind of shadow lets its master fight alone?

What kind of shadow lets its master suffer wounds beyond his limit just to protect them?

Her body trembled harder.

A-Am I even worthy?

A rational part of her whispered, It's not your fault. You were ascending. You had no choice.

But that didn't matter.

Because when your devotion reaches 100%, the priority is no longer yourself.

Noah had fought for her. Noah had broken himself for her.

And what had she done?

Nothing.

It hurt. Gods, it hurt.

Her chest clenched with something far worse than pain—guilt.

And that when she realized.

Noah wasn't just a good companion.

Not just a strong master.

He was more.

The kind of leader who never abandoned those under him.

The kind of master who would break himself before letting others fall.

The kind of man who would fight a being two ranks above him just to protect her.

Something shifted inside her.

A deep realization—like a weight settling in her soul.

Loyalty is not enough.

Not for a master like him.

Noah Weaverheart deserved everything.

Not just her loyalty.

Not just her protection.

Her entire being.

To live with him.

To rise with him.

To fall with him.

To laugh with him.

To cry with him.

To die with him.

And with that—

CLINK!

A sound rang through her soul.

{Ding! Ding! Ding!}

{Your voice has been heard.}

{Your resolve is worthy of praise.}