Chapter 410: Three Beauties, One Naked Titan, and a Terrible Misunderstanding!

Luke remained motionless within Emberlyn's embrace, and after several moments, his eyelids slowly lifted as his consciousness began recovering from the exhaustion of his breakthrough.

The first thing he noticed was the softness pressing against his bare chest, which reminded him that his magical clothes had been completely destroyed, leaving him naked from head to toe, with even his little brother exposed.

However, despite having such a beautiful woman hugging him, his body showed absolutely no reaction, something that would ordinarily have surprised or excited him considerably more than it did now.

'Ember…'

Recognizing the familiar presence, Luke gradually became more alert, although he neither returned her embrace nor attempted to move away, simply allowing her to continue hugging him while his arms rested loosely at his sides.

His attention then shifted toward Rhaenyra, who stood nearby watching him, and the moment he recognized his supposed third wife, Luke noticed something peculiar about his own reaction.

'Rhaenyra…'

Usually, whenever he encountered one of his wives, certain emotions would surface within him regardless of what he actually felt toward them, sometimes becoming so strong that distinguishing his genuine feelings from those imposed upon him was almost impossible.

Yet looking at Rhaenyra now, he couldn't feel that familiar influence.

'No, there is.'

Luke examined his inner state more carefully, and although his outward expression remained unchanged, he soon discovered something that made him reconsider everything he had initially assumed.

'I have changed.'

For the first time, he could observe his own emotions from a perspective completely separate from the consciousness experiencing them, almost as though he were standing outside himself and watching another person's thoughts.

And what he discovered was rather disturbing.

Deep within his body, Luke could see an image resembling his former self, restrained by the familiar golden chains that had once influenced his emotions, although their appearance had changed considerably.

Mysterious black-and-white symbols now covered the chains around his heart, and whenever his former self tried to move, those restraints responded like the strings of a puppet.

At that very moment, the figure was struggling to approach Rhaenyra, desperately wanting to embrace the wife he hadn't seen for so long, but an invisible boundary prevented it from carrying out that desire.

Luke could clearly observe the struggle without experiencing any urge to intervene, and as he watched the chains attempting to control his former self, he gradually understood what his breakthrough had accomplished.

The chains were still functioning as before, manipulating the emotions they had been created to influence, but his present consciousness now existed beyond their reach.

In other words, he had become the true puppeteer of his own existence, while the restraints continued struggling to control a puppet that no longer possessed any authority over him.

'Means I have full control over my emotions—or in short, I have become emotionless, and emotions are now just tools for me, like ornaments.'

Strangely enough, even this discovery failed to produce any particular excitement.

Everything seemed strangely unimportant, including the emotions he had previously considered part of himself.

However, when he returned his attention to Rhaenyra and saw the complicated expression upon her face, he began wondering whether living with such complete detachment would actually be enjoyable.

'Sigh, why am I thinking like those gods from the story?'

Mocking his own thoughts, Luke decided there was little point in deliberately suppressing his emotions when he could simply allow himself to experience them whenever he wished.

With that decision, he loosened his control and allowed his body to behave naturally again, although his expression remained almost unchanged as he looked toward Rhaenyra.

Having been distracted by his internal discovery, Luke had nearly forgotten about Emberlyn, who was still embracing him, and was about to greet his third wife when an unfamiliar voice suddenly interrupted him.

"Hel—"

"Darling, why are you with other women~"

The seductive voice came from directly behind Luke, startling him and the two dragon princesses, who immediately turned toward its source.

Before anyone could react, a beautiful woman materialized behind him and casually wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing herself against his back as though she had every right to embrace him.

Both Emberlyn and Rhaenyra stared at the newcomer, momentarily distracted from her unexpected behavior by her extraordinary appearance.

The woman looked to be in her mid-twenties, standing approximately six feet tall, with flawless porcelain-white skin, a slender waist, beautifully proportioned curves, and an elegance that made her breathtaking beauty even more captivating.

Her long, silky jet-black hair flowed down her back until it nearly reached her knees, while her exquisite face possessed delicate features, naturally rosy lips, and an alluring smile that carried a distinctly mischievous charm.

However, her most unusual features were her eyes, which were entirely pitch-black without the slightest trace of white, while several delicate golden circles surrounded her pupils and slowly revolved within their mysterious depths.

She wore an elegant deep-burgundy gown embroidered with intricate black-and-golden patterns, complemented by a black gemstone necklace and delicate golden ornaments that suited her appearance beautifully.

And despite possessing such an enchanting appearance, the woman was currently looking at Luke with an aggrieved expression, behaving like a wife who had just discovered her husband entertaining other women behind her back.

'Who is she? And how did she appear behind me?'

Luke couldn't understand how someone had suddenly appeared behind him without his noticing, especially when she was now embracing him so intimately, but before he could ask anything, Emberlyn's furious voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Luke! How could you cheat on me!"

Emberlyn immediately loosened her embrace and looked between Luke and the mysterious woman, her expression filled with indignation as though she had personally caught her lover being unfaithful.

Luke stared at her in disbelief, while Rhaenyra turned toward her younger sister with an equally bewildered expression.

'Woman, hear your own words? Cheat? Are we even in love?'

For a moment, Luke genuinely wondered whether Emberlyn had forgotten the actual nature of their relationship, especially when she was accusing him with such confidence.

Rhaenyra found her younger sister's behavior equally unreasonable, although for a slightly different reason.

'Ember, what cheat? You haven't even proposed to him, so he is not your lover.'

She looked at Emberlyn's furious expression, wondering how someone who hadn't even properly confessed her feelings could suddenly behave as though Luke had betrayed their marriage.

'And you are shouting like he is your husband and you had cat—'

Her thoughts stopped abruptly when she remembered something that completely changed her perspective on the situation.

'Damn it! Luke is not Ember's husband, but he is my husband!'

Rhaenyra immediately turned toward Luke, and before he could understand the sudden change in her expression, she raised her voice with an accusation that sounded remarkably similar to her younger sister's.

"Luke, you dare to cheat on me!"

Luke looked at Rhaenyra, then at Emberlyn, finding himself caught between two women who were now accusing him of the same thing, even though neither had previously behaved as though they wanted to acknowledge their relationship with him.

Emberlyn was no less bewildered by her elder sister's unexpected outburst, particularly because Rhaenyra had repeatedly refused to accept Luke as her husband.

'Sister, you weren't accepting him as your husband, so why the sudden cheat claim? It is me who got cheated.'

However, Emberlyn wasn't about to argue with Rhaenyra over that particular matter, especially when the beautiful stranger was still clinging to Luke from behind, so she turned toward him again and continued demanding an explanation through her expression.