Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System novel Chapter 9

Chapter 9: Chapter 9: A plan

Chapter 9: A plan

Selene's Office –

Selene sat in her office chair, her expression solemn yet filled with irritation.

Her fingers, resting lightly on the desk, twitched as if restraining an impulse.

Across from her stood a black-haired, red-eyed woman.

Her resemblance to Ester was striking.

She was Sari—Ester's mother. Selene's shadow.

Sari's voice was calm and cold as she delivered the message.

"The royal family has sent a letter. The Empress and Princess Sophie will arrive soon to speak with you."

Selene frowned.

She wasn't a fool. If Emily and Sophie were coming together at this time, the reason was clear as day.

"So... it's like this, huh?"

A crack echoed through the room.

The air thickened, pressure surging outward in a chilling wave.

The entire Weaverheart estate trembled—as if the world itself responded to Selene's rising fury.

Walls groaned. Ice crept across the floor. The mansion's structure shuddered.

It was as if an earthquake had struck.

Sari remained standing, expression calm but with a slight furrow of her brow.

"...My lady," she said evenly, bearing the full weight of Selene's presence, "if this continues, the entire estate will panic."

Selene didn't respond.

Sari sighed. "Young Master Noah might get hurt at this rate."

Silence.

The tremors ceased instantly.

Selene leaned back, her nails tapping rhythmically against the frozen wood.

"They dare...?" Her voice was soft, but the malice beneath it was unmistakable. _{fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm}

"All because of that bastard Oliver's son?"

She scoffed.

"Just because he's the Chosen One, they think they can throw away the engagement so easily?"

Her violet eyes glowed with dangerous intent.

"Tell me, Sari—does that brat even compare to my son?"

Sari's expression didn't change.

Internally, though?

She was thinking.

'Well... objectively, yes. Maybe even more.'

But would she dare to say that?

Not even if death itself loomed over her.

So, she spoke the safest answer possible.

"No one compares to Young Master Noah, my lady."

Selene smiled.

Satisfied.

"...No matter."

Her fingers stilled, tracing over the frost-covered surface of her desk.

"They can do whatever they want."

"But if I see even an ounce of sadness on my baby's face..."

Her voice was light, almost casual.

But the promise within it was absolute.

"...The capital will be frozen in eternal ice."

Sari closed her eyes briefly before exhaling.

'Of course. That's what I expected.'

She turned, already sinking into the shadows. "I will inform him, my lady."

And with that, she vanished.

Selene leaned back, exhaling deeply.

Inside her mind, a familiar voice chuckled.

'Are you really going to freeze the capital if Noah is sad?'

Luminara.

Selene smirked. 'You know me, don't you?'

'I do.'

'Then, do you think I would?'

'...Yes.'

'Then you have your answer.'

Crazy bitch.

...

Noah felt it.

The ground beneath him shook, an unbearable weight pressing against his body.

"...The hell?"

His knees buckled, a suffocating pressure threatening to bring him down.

And just as quickly as it arrived—

It vanished.

Noah sat down, breathing heavily.

"That was..." He frowned, rubbing his temples.

[Someone unleashed the full weight of their existence and aura.]

A familiar voice echoed in his mind.

[Your mother, most likely.]

Noah clicked his tongue. "Tsk. What is she doing this time?"

Then, he shook his head.

There were more important things to focus on.