Harem System In A fantasy World - Chapter 156: Go probe him
Chapter 156: Go probe him
“Have you decided on anything yet?”
Tessa didn’t hesitate.
“I’ll take the largest cut of your roasted venison,” she said confidently. “And double the mashed potatoes.”
The waiter blinked once but nodded professionally.
“Of course.”
Mira followed smoothly.
“Roasted lamb with rosemary. Fire-spiced potatoes on the side. And a glass of red wine.”
Isolde closed her menu gently.
“Herb-roasted venison as well. Mushroom cream stew. And tea.”
Aria glanced at Elion again before speaking.
“Honey-glazed duck,” she said. “And the sweet berry cider.”
The waiter turned to Elion.
“And for you, sir?”
Elion smiled lightly.
“Grilled river bass with garlic butter. Roasted vegetables. And whatever strong ale you recommend.”
The waiter nodded, scribbling the last note.
“I’ll have everything out shortly.”
As he left, Tessa leaned forward and folded her arms on the table.
“We all agreed that you’re paying you’re way,” she said again, pointing at Elion.
He raised a brow.
“I don’t remember agreeing to that.”
“You let us do all the work in the dungeon,” she replied. “That means you are making it up to us.”
Mira smirked.
“That logic makes no sense. I did plenty!” He faked shock and horror.
“It makes perfect sense.” Aria laughed softly and leaned slightly against Elion’s shoulder.
“You don’t mind, do you?”
He looked around the table at all four of them.
Five plates.
Five drinks.
Four satisfied smiles already.
He leaned back in his chair.
“Fine,” he said calmly. “But next time, Tessa pays.”
Tessa gasped dramatically.
“Outrageous.”
Isolde allowed herself a small smile.
“This is a fair arrangement.”
…
At the opposite end of the restaurant, another table sat in quiet contrast to the warmth and laughter near the window.
Three figures were finishing their meals in relative silence, their plates nearly empty and their glasses half full.
The lantern light reflected softly against polished silverware and clean white plates, and the atmosphere around them felt composed, controlled.
“Look over there,” the red-haired young man said quietly, tilting his chin toward Elion’s table.
His voice was low, but not subtle.
“They’re first years from the academy.”
The woman seated across from him turned her head slightly, following his line of sight without making the movement obvious. Her eyes rested briefly on the group by the window.
“Tch,” she clicked her tongue softly. “Another womanizer.”
Her gaze lingered on Elion for a second longer before she leaned back in her chair.
What made the trio stand out was not their conversation, but their uniforms.
They wore academy attire as well.
But theirs were different.
Simpler in design, yet far more refined in fit and detail. The material looked higher quality. The stitching was cleaner. The color slightly deeper. The overall appearance was only a small step away from formal wear worn by royal dignitaries.
They were clearly not first years.
“Must be your younger brother’s friend, Xavier,” the woman said, directing the question toward the third member of their table.
The young man she addressed had remained silent until now.
He dabbed the corner of his mouth with a cloth napkin in a slow, controlled motion before folding it neatly beside his plate.
His posture was straight without being stiff, and even in a relaxed setting, he carried himself with quiet authority.
Though he wore the same uniform as his companions, he somehow made it look entirely different.
More natural and more dignified.
Perhaps it was his bearing.
Or perhaps it was simply his face.
He was undeniably handsome, though not in a flashy way. His features were sharp, refined, almost aristocratic. He looked less like a student and more like someone raised around nobility.
“I wouldn’t know even if he was,” Xavier replied calmly.
His tone was simple, almost detached.
The red-haired young man smirked.
“Come on. You said your brother talks about that first-year group sometimes. That one looks like the type.”
“The type?” Xavier asked mildly.
“You know,” the woman said, crossing her legs elegantly. “Surrounded by girls. Laughing too comfortably. Acting like the world is already his.”
Her eyes flickered toward Elion again, observing the relaxed way he leaned back while the girls around him teased and talked freely.
Xavier did not turn to look.
“I don’t keep track of my brother’s acquaintances,” he said evenly.
“But you noticed,” the red-haired man pressed lightly.
There was a small pause.
Xavier finally shifted his gaze toward the window table.
His eyes rested on Elion for only a second.
Just long enough. Then he looked away.
“They’re enjoying their meal,” he said calmly. “That’s all.”
The woman leaned slightly forward. “You don’t think it’s interesting?”
“No.”
He picked up his glass and took a slow sip.
Across the restaurant, laughter rose again from Elion’s table.
Tessa was saying something dramatic, and Mira was clearly unimpressed.
The red-haired young man chuckled quietly. “She just said they cleared floor fifteen today.”
That made Xavier’s fingers pause slightly against the glass.
He set it down without a sound.
“You said they are first years?” Xavier asked.
“Yes.”
For the first time, Xavier’s eyes shifted back toward Elion’s table.
This time, he looked a little longer.
“Floor Fifteen huh,” he repeated softly.
He studied Elion’s posture. The way the girls leaned toward him naturally. The ease in his shoulders.
Then he looked away again.
“Interesting,” he said quietly.
But his expression did not change.
Xavier set his glass down gently, the faint clink barely audible over the restaurant’s low hum of conversation. He did not raise his voice, nor did he change his relaxed posture.
“Julian,” he said calmly. “Go and probe him.”
The red-haired young man looked up sharply.
“Of course,” Julian muttered under his breath before snorting lightly in annoyance. “Why is it always me?”
Ezra, the woman seated beside him, leaned back in her chair with an amused smile playing on her lips.
“Because you lack subtlety,” she said smoothly. “And because you enjoy it.”
Julian shot her a look.
“That’s not the point.”
Xavier did not respond to the complaint. He simply folded his hands loosely on the table and glanced once more toward Elion’s group.
Julian exhaled slowly and pushed his chair back.
“And why doesn’t Ezra ever do this stuff?” he added as he stood. “It’s always me walking over like some street thug.”
Ezra smirked without looking at him.
“Because you look like one,” she replied lightly.
Julian grumbled something under his breath, but he did not disobey. Whatever irritation he felt did not override the calm authority in Xavier’s voice.
