Harem System In A fantasy World

Chapter 232: Sweet talker

As Elion was running, he couldn’t help but wonder how it had come to this, all those precautionary measures he had taken only for something like this to happen anyway.

His mind raced as he tried to piece together what had gone wrong, what he had missed, what he should have done differently, and just then the system’s voice sounded in his mind, almost as if it felt the need to explain.

[There is not much you can glean from the replay itself without being at the scene on the battlefield when it happened.]

Elion nodded inwardly as he kept running.

[There are always a lot of variables involved when it comes to battles, but you can guess a few things from the replay.]

[There could be a number of reasons why the protective measures didn’t work as they were supposed to.

[They are passive enchantments on an object, so it is not exactly infallible. they require the wearer’s mana to function. In a case where the user ran out of mana completely, it might fail to activate, but that is highly unlikely.]

[The other possibility is that her opponent’s weapon was of a higher grade than the artefact, and so the enchantments were not very effective against it, but that would mean his sword would have to be of at least peak epic grade; the latter is much more likely.]

[You may have noticed that a protective barrier did activate before he struck initially, but it was broken regardless.]

Elion nodded again, his expression darkened as he processed that, and that made him wonder why the proctor had not called the match at that moment.

That small window had been more than enough for her to end the fight, and she was definitely strong enough to interfere before things had escalated that far. His eyes narrowed as his thoughts spiralled.

There was no need to even think about where William got such a weapon.

He had the means and resources to acquire something like that. If he couldn’t, then who could?

’I should have thought about it…’

Elion finally stopped in front of a large set of doors, the two presences he had been tracking shone brightly just beyond them. He took a breath before stepping forward, and in that moment, he felt it clearly.

To him, this was no one’s fault but his own. He was to blame for Aria’s condition.

He should have done better, given her something better, he should have known better. She would never have been in so much pain if not for him.

William had only done all this because of him.

He opened the doors with haste.

Elion stepped inside and glanced around briefly. A small group of people had gathered inside the room, but he paid them no attention at all, his eyes immediately locking onto her.

His heart ached the moment he saw her; her face was twisted in agony as she sobbed in pain, tears streamed freely down her beautiful cheeks, and she had her eyes shut tightly as she lay on a small bed that was already stained red with crimson blood.

Elion walked forward slowly as everyone’s eyes turned toward him. He didn’t care to pass any greetings.

He walked past them, past the bewildered faces, ignoring their presence completely as he made his way to the left side of the bed, and without hesitation, he reached out and gently took her hand into both of his, holding it carefully.

“Aria…” he whispered softly, his voice low as he tried to get her to respond. She didn’t open her eyes. It was as if she couldn’t hear him; the pain had drowned out all her other senses.

Elion didn’t even glance at the neatly dressed man and woman standing in front of the bed, their expressions clearly displeased.

The man looked to be the most irritated between the two.

“Who is this rude young man!?” Lord Moon asked, his voice filled with exasperation as he looked at Elion, his brows furrowed deeply.

His daughter was suffering, and this random boy had the audacity to ignore everyone and stand beside her bed as if he belonged.

He suddenly had a thought as he seemed to remember something briefly before everything clicked in his mind.

“Wait…” his eyes widened slightly. “You are the little bastard who seduced my little Aria!” he shouted angrily as he pointed an accusing finger at Elion.

He moved immediately, stepping forward with clear intent to grab Elion by the collar and pull him away from his daughter.

But before he could reach him, a delicate but strong hand stopped him.

“Now is not the time, husband,” his wife said in a grave tone as she pulled him back firmly.

Lord Moon’s anger flared as he struggled to get out of his wife’s grip.

“Let me go!” he shouted, trying to shake her off, “let me put this little midget in his place!”

Elion drowned out the old man’s ramblings completely as he lifted his gaze to the other side of the bed, where Beatrice was kneeling, working tirelessly as she tried to heal the grievous wound.

She was probably in this very room the whole time since the tournament started, leading this section of the proceedings, which was a relief.

Her hands glowed faintly as green mana flowed continuously into Aria’s body, but judging from Beatrice’s condition and the slow, almost painful snail’s pace at which the hand was reforming, it was clear that this was not simple at all.

Her brow was creased deeply in concentration, her lips pressed into a thin line, and for once, she did not spare Elion even a single snarky remark like she usually did whenever she saw him.

Elion’s eyes shifted away from her as he forced himself to step back slightly, deciding to let her do her job, his gaze moving across the rest of the room.

His eyes met Aria’s severed hand. It had been left off to the side on a distant table. It made him wonder why Beatrice had chosen to regrow a new limb instead of reattaching the old one, but he was no expert in the field, so he didn’t know what difference it would make.

He looked around again.

Mira was standing a little further off, her usual calm self completely gone as she looked on with deep concern written all over her face.

Her hands were clasped together tightly as if she were trying to hold herself together. He gave a light nod that she returned, but she made no move to approach him.

Around them were a few other figures, mostly the other healers who had been hired for the tournament.

Their expressions were a mix of seriousness and curiosity as they watched Beatrice work, but none of them stepped forward to assist.

There were only six of them, which was not a lot. And thought that if they were not helping in this situation, then they were not capable of helping.

Maybe this kind of procedure was way above their capabilities.

He looked back at Aria, quickly noticing that her condition was still worsening despite the effort being poured into healing her.

The blood, the pain, the way her body trembled slightly even now, that was enough for him to see that this was going nowhere.

Beatrice was probably going to run out of mana before she even finished, and he was unwilling to let Aria stay in this condition for any longer than necessary.

’System.’ He called out.

’Please open the system store,’ he said inwardly, his voice calm but urgent. ’Is there anything that can heal her arm… instantly?’

The system immediately responded, almost as if it had been waiting for him to ask.

[I suggest using the Supreme Regenerative Potion.]

A window appeared before him instantly.

[Supreme Regenerative Potion]

[Grade: Peak Epic Grade

]

[Cost: 25000 SP]

Elion did not hesitate. He bought it immediately.

“If you are going to do nothing but watch, how about you make room for people who can actually do something?!” Lord Moon hissed from behind him, his voice sharp with anger.

Elion ignored him completely. He wasn’t really trying to piss the man off, but there were more pressing matters at hand.

But his attitude only made the man fume even more, his face turning red as it looked like steam might start coming out of his ears.

“The gall of this child!” he snapped, taking a step forward, only to be held back again by his wife.

But this time, she did not fully oppose him.

“He is right, child,” she said calmly, though her tone carried weight, “move aside and let the healers do their job… or I won’t bother holding him back much longer,” she added, glancing briefly at her husband, “he tends to get… violent when dear Aria is involved.”

Elion finally looked up at the middle-aged couple. He spared Lord Moon only a brief glance before his gaze shifted to the blue-haired woman who faintly resembled his Aria.

Honestly, her figure was a vision of voluptuous temptation that made his blood boil even in this situation.

Her curvy figure swayed with an effortless rhythm that drew the eye to every lush contour of her curves.

The dress she wore was held up by simple, thin straps, which exposed her shoulders and upper cleavage to any eyes that dared to look at her.

Her heavy, round breasts strained against the thin fabric held up by these straps. A sensual chignon held her dark hair in an elegant twist at the nape of her neck, exposing the graceful curve of her olive skin.

Her hips flared wide in a hypnotic hourglass, leading to thick thighs that pressed together visibly beneath the thin fabric of her dress.

Elion smiled as he shouted inwardly to get his bloodline under control.

’That’s your mother-in-law damnit!’ He reprimanded himself silently.

“I see where Aria got her beauty from,” he said simply.

The lady blinked in shock for a second, wondering if she had heard wrong. Then covered her mouth lightly as she chuckled in amusement.

“Oh my… You are quite the sweet talker, aren’t you?” she said, clearly amused despite the situation. “Now I see how you got into my daughter’s skirt.” She laughed lightly.

Elion laughed awkwardly as he rubbed the back of his head.

Lord Moon nearly burst a vein.

“Sorry, mother-in-law, the situation isn’t exactly ideal for introductions, ” Elion continued calmly, his tone steady, “this will only take a moment.”

An intricate vial appeared in his hand, filled with a shimmering green liquid that seemed to glow faintly with life.

The moment he uncorked it, a soothing fragrance wafted through the room; the scent smelled rich and calming, carrying a sense of vitality that made everyone feel lighter.

Even Lord Moon, who had been about to grab Elion’s neck, stopped in his tracks. He inhaled the soothing scent unconsciously as he momentarily forgot his anger.

With gentle and careful movements, Elion brought the vial to Aria’s trembling lips as he tilted the contents slowly into her mouth.