Harem System In A fantasy World

“Tell me again why we had to come here immediately,” Alexander complained for perhaps the tenth time that night.

Elion had insisted they collect the sword and armour right away, despite the fact that it was already well into the night.

“Well,” Elion said casually as they walked through the dimly lit streets, “if the letter came this late at night, then it should be perfectly fine for us to visit this late too, no?”

Alexander grumbled under his breath.

’What kind of logic is that?’

“But still,” he continued, “we could have simply waited until tomorrow.”

“And the letter could’ve waited until tomorrow too,” Elion replied instantly. “You also could’ve brought the letter to me tomorrow instead of tonight.”

Alexander frowned slightly.

“…What?”

“Don’t you see?” Elion continued dramatically. “This is fate.”

He suddenly threw a fist toward the night sky.

“My sword is calling out to me!”

Alexander stared at him with a dubious, odd look on his face. It was painfully obvious that Elion was spouting complete nonsense.

The problem was that Alexander couldn’t even call him out on it. Who knew how the bastard would retaliate during their next training session?

So in the end, the prince simply swallowed his grievances and continued walking beside him in silence.

Thankfully, it didn’t take them very long to arrive at Solron’s estate.

After hitting the call device a couple of times with no response, the pair had started to think nobody was going to answer them at all.

Eventually, though, the door finally creaked open. However, what greeted them was not Cecil alone, but another pair walking out alongside her.

“Oh, your highness.”

The pair seemed acquainted with Alexander.

A young nobleman and woman, both dressed elegantly enough that they had probably also come from the festival.

“What a coincidence,” the young man said politely. “It’s nice meeting you here.”

“Likewise,” Alexander replied simply.

The pair also greeted Elion respectfully before preparing to leave.

Elion quickly noticed the uneasy look on the young man’s face.

And judging from the way his female companion kept ogling at Elion like she wanted to devour him alive, the poor man probably wanted to get her away from there before she embarrassed him further by jumping onto Elion outright.

Alexander, who also noticed the interaction, could only facepalm internally.

’This guy is a skirt magnet,’ he complained inwardly.

Honestly, he was far more curious about what Elion and Isla had been doing together earlier tonight, but there was absolutely no way he would ever dare ask such a dangerous question.

Eventually, the noble pair departed, leaving Alexander and Elion alone with Cecil. The moment they turned toward her properly, they both realised she looked absolutely exhausted.

Dark bags sat beneath her eyes, her expression looked drained, and she radiated the kind of annoyance only someone deprived of sleep for several consecutive days could produce.

Honestly, it looked like it was taking every ounce of her willpower not to slam the door shut directly in their faces.

Cecil sighed deeply.

“Come on in,” she muttered tiredly. “Let’s just get this over with.”

Elion chuckled awkwardly at her mood, while Alexander gave her an apologetic look. Then the two of them quietly followed her inside.

While they walked deeper into the estate, Alexander suddenly spoke up.

“So I take it the old man won’t be seeing us today either?”

“One hundred percent,” Cecil answered without even a second of hesitation, “Especially this late at night.”

Alexander nodded as though he had expected that answer already.

The rest of the walk passed quietly. Elion quietly noticed that they were taking a completely different pathway compared to last time. Eventually, the trio stopped before a large transparent glass door.

And the moment Elion looked beyond it, he froze briefly.

“…Damn.”

The sight beyond the glass was spectacular. It looked almost like an art gallery.

All sorts of weapons, armour, jewellery, and equipment rested behind pristine glass displays mounted along the walls and atop elegant tables spread throughout the room.

Alexander noticed the stunned look on Elion’s face and smirked slightly.

“This is where the finished items are kept,” he explained. “Since the old man tends to craft ridiculously valuable items whenever inspiration strikes him, he hosts an auction once every year.”

“That’s why this place exists.”

Meanwhile, Cecil stepped toward the glass door and activated some sort of screen mounted beside it.

The device scanned her face briefly before the door finally hissed open. The trio stepped inside, and only then did Elion truly begin taking everything in properly.

Swords, halberds, bows, intricately crafted arrows, staves, daggers, jewellery, armour, sets of countless designs, colours, and materials, whatever you could imagine, it was all stored away in here.

The entire place looked absurdly expensive. Curious, Elion quietly activated Discerning Eye to check the grades of the displayed items.

His jaw nearly dropped to the floor.

The worst items in the entire room were Rare Grade, and even those were in the minority, compared to everything else. The overwhelming majority of the displayed equipment was Epic Grade!

Weapons like these could probably sell for thousands upon thousands of gold coins each.

Then suddenly, Elion’s breathing almost hitched.

Mounted proudly along one of the central walls was a lineup of not one, not two, not three, but seven Legendary Grade items displayed together.

Seven.

Even Alexander looked visibly impressed despite clearly having seen this room before. Now he could understand how this crafter could make legendary-grade weapons for every single one of the ’summoned heroes’ without making a fuss.

He probably did this much for fun!

“Amazing, right?” Cecil said as she noticed where Elion’s gaze had landed.

“When he feels like it, the old man can make some truly unbelievable crafts.”

She crossed her arms lightly.

“You’d be shocked to hear that none of those are even Solron’s best works.”

Elion immediately turned toward her.

“Wait… you’re saying none of these Legendary Grade items are considered his best?”

Shockingly enough, even Alexander looked confused by that statement. Cecil suddenly smiled smugly, clearly proud for some reason.

“A week ago, maybe that would have been the case,” she said calmly, “But not anymore.”

’What is that supposed to mean?’ Elion thought quietly, slightly confused.

At that exact moment, another hidden door suddenly hissed open beside the wall displaying the mounted items. And from within a scruffy-looking middle-aged man with a round belly slowly stepped out while carrying a long rectangular box in his arms.