Harem System In A fantasy World - Chapter 180: Him

Chapter 180: Him

Two days later, in the Disciplinary Committee office, Elion walked in with calm, steady steps. His hands were in his pockets, and his expression was relaxed.

The moment he entered, he noticed William and the three girls standing off to the side. They were not seated like the others. They were near the corner of the room, looking uneasy and trying to look small.

Elion glanced at them briefly before turning his attention to the large oval table in the center.

His brows lifted slightly in surprise.

Almost all the seats were filled.

There were eighteen seats around the table in total. The last time he had been here, when he had been invited to join the committee, there had only been four people present. Celeste, Liora, Evander, and Cedric.

Now, nearly every chair was occupied.

William glared at Elion’s back as he walked further into the room, but Elion did not bother looking at him.

He quickly scanned the room. Everyone present looked strong.

But unlike the last time, the pressure in the room did not feel overwhelming. It was heavy, yes, but not crushing.

It was enough for him to ignore it completely. Three of them wore dark red uniforms like Cedric, which meant they were third years.

The first was a graceful catwoman with wide curves. She had fluffy brown ears that twitched lightly and a tail that swayed slowly behind her chair.

Her mascaraed eyes were closed, and her expression was calm and unreadable. It was rare to see such a stoic beastkin. Most of their kind were usually brash and outspoken. Lyra and Selene were good proof of that stereotype.

The second was a wolfkin male. His ears were sharper, and a thick furry tail rested behind him. He had a wide grin on his face as he openly looked Elion up and down.

His teeth were sharp, almost too sharp, and his uniform was tight around his muscular frame.

For some reason, the sleeves had been ripped off completely, and it looked like he had done it by hand.

Elion’s eyes moved to the third red-uniformed senior. Another guy.

He wore a monocle over his left eye and looked studious. His gaze was calm but curious as he observed Elion. Unlike the wolfkin, he looked relaxed, almost amused.

Then Elion shifted his attention to the others in dark grey uniforms. All three of them wore grey in different designs. The fourth wore black, like Evander, but simpler in design.

Among the grey-uniformed members was someone he did not expect to see. A dwarf.

It was rare to see dwarves at the academy at all. Their race tended to keep to themselves. She was cute, short, and petite, even smaller than Celeste. But her arms were toned and strong, clearly built from years of training.

Her skin was bronze, and her grey eyes were large and sharp. Her uniform was clearly custom-made.

Instead of a blouse and tunic like most others, she wore a sleeveless top and tight shorts that fit her compact figure closely.

She looked cute at first glance. But something about her posture told him she was not someone to underestimate.

If she was a fourth, fifth, or sixth year, she was probably in her mid-twenties. Yet she looked younger than all of them here.

One very noticeable difference between her and Celeste was that, unlike Celeste’s almost flat chest, hers was quite big for her body.

If she tipped over often because of her weight gravitating forward, he would not be surprised at all.

His gaze shifted from her. Elion then noticed two human males sitting beside each other.

’Twins?’

They both had vibrant silver hair and ocean-blue eyes. Their features were sharp and handsome, almost identical.

The only difference was their hairstyles. One kept his hair cut short. The other let his fall to his shoulders.

Finally, his gaze landed on the seventh-year in black seated near Evander.

She was human as well, with soft brunette hair and simple but refined features. She looked bored, tapping lightly on the table as her eyes drifted somewhere distant.

Her uniform was different from the others. It was a single long black dress rather than a blouse and skirt. It flowed down her legs loosely, and she sat with her legs crossed elegantly.

Elion walked to the head of the table and stopped.

He gave small nods to Celeste, Liora, Cedric, and Evander. Then he stood there calmly, waiting to be introduced.

“Elion,” Evander said casually, “good of you to join us.”

Cedric frowned slightly. “To be the last to arrive and keep everyone waiting,” he said, “you must think you are him.”

Elion glanced casually at the clock on the wall, then he looked back at Cedric with a detached, almost bored expression.

“There are still five minutes before the assigned meeting time,” he said calmly.

Cedric let out a small snort.

“Punctuality is a virtue,” he replied. “And as you can see, everyone here seems to have it. Except for you.”

His eyes shifted toward William and the three girls standing in the corner. “Even the accused have better manners than you.”

Cedric looked back at Elion with a sharp, challenging gaze, and Elion held his stare without flinching.

Ten seconds passed.

He did not blink, he did not frown, and he did not look away. It did feel like Cedric was trying something.

A faint pressure brushed against his mind, once, twice, thrice.

Then—

[Intimidation technique blocked. The host’s will is far higher than the attacker’s.]

The system notification echoed clearly in his thoughts.

’Is he trying to humiliate me?’

Another ten seconds passed. Cedric’s frown deepened. ’Why is it not working?’ He wondered.

Elion still looked exactly as calm as when he entered.

That was when the wolfkin stood up. He had been grinning the entire time.

“I’ve told you many times that those weak tricks of yours are useless, Cedric,” he said with a snort.

He walked over to Elion.

Up close, Elion realized just how big this guy was. The wolfkin easily towered over him, at least a full head taller.

Since Elion stood at six foot one, that made this guy very tall; he was looking down at Elion from his height.

“Someone needs to teach the new guy some manners,” the wolfkin said casually. “And the best way to show who’s stronger… is with your fists.”

He extended his hand for a handshake. “I’m Igor. Third year.”

Elion already knew what was coming. He subtly tensed his hand before they even clasped. “Elion. First year.”

Their hands met, and Igor’s grin widened as he squeezed hard, only to feel the same level of strength pressing back against him.

His eyes widened slightly in surprise, then his grin turned sharper. He increased his strength.

Elion matched him again.

Their hands remained locked as the muscles in their arms tightened. Veins stood out clearly on both of them. The room grew quiet as everyone watched.

Twenty seconds passed. Finally, Igor released him as he burst into an uproarious laughter.

“He’s a strong one!” Igor declared. “I like him!”

He walked back to his seat and casually put his feet up on the table. Elion simply smiled lightly.

“Igor,” Evander said flatly. “Feet down.” Igor flinched slightly and immediately removed his feet from the table.

“Yes, yes,” he muttered, sitting properly.

Evander remained seated with his usual calm posture, his fingers loosely resting against the table.

Outwardly, he showed no reaction, but in his mind, he was frowning. He studied Elion carefully.

’He’s grown even stronger than the last time I saw him.’

It had not been that long ago, yet the difference was obvious.

The way he stood. The way he held Igor’s grip without strain—the steadiness in his eyes when Cedric tried to pressure him.

’This kind of growth is not normal.’ Evander narrowed his eyes slightly.

It was not just physical strength. There was something else, something deeper. Elion’s presence felt… denser, more controlled, and more refined.

For someone at his age and year, such progress in such a short time bordered on absurd. Evander did not show his thoughts.

But he made a quiet decision.

It would be good if he stopped treating Elion as a talented first year, but as a once-in-a-lifetime generational talent, like that guy.

The thought made him snort inside.

’No way, he is not on that level yet’. Just thinking of that guy made him feel inferior.

’He may not be on that guy’s level, but he is definitely more talented than me. I’ve already been humbled many times before, no need to delude myself into belittling him.’

To him, Elion had to work exceptionally hard to get to where he was now. And it must have been even more difficult without any backing.

Cedric adjusted his posture slightly and looked around the table before turning back to Elion.

“Since you clearly missed the earlier introductions,” he said coolly, “I suppose I will do the honors.”

He gestured toward the three in dark red uniforms first.

“This is Lysette,” he said, nodding toward the catwoman. “Third year. She’s usually calm and quiet, but far more dangerous than she looks.”

Lysette did not open her eyes, but her tail flicked once in acknowledgment.

“And this loud brute,” Cedric continued, pointing at the wolfkin, “is Igor. You have already met.”

Igor grinned widely and gave Elion a thumbs-up.

“The last of the third years in red is Magnus,” Cedric said, motioning toward the monocled student. “He prefers books to people, but do not mistake that for weakness. He is actually ranked first among the third years.”

Magnus adjusted his monocle and gave Elion a polite nod. Cedric then shifted his attention to those in grey uniforms.

“The dwarf is Brunna,” he said. “Fifth year. Do not comment on her height unless you enjoy broken ribs.”

Brunna smirked faintly but said nothing.

“The twins are Cael and Cassian Moon,” Cedric continued. “Sixth years. Try not to confuse them. They dislike that.”

’Must be why they styled their hair differently’, Elion thought. And Moon? he immediately thought of Aria.

Were they related somehow? Probably, given the hair and eyes, as well as the last name.

The short-haired one inclined his head first.

“Cael,” he said simply.

The long-haired twin followed with a calm smile.

“Cassian.”

Finally, Cedric looked toward the woman in black.

“And that is Seraphine,” he said. “Seventh year.”

Seraphine barely glanced up from the table before offering a lazy nod.

Cedric folded his arms. “Of course, you already know Liora, Celeste, myself, and Evander—our leader.”

Elion looked around the table once more.

He gave each of them a small, respectful nod.

“Looking forward to working with you all,” he said calmly.

Then he pulled out a chair and took his seat among them.

The room settled.

Evander straightened slightly, his presence naturally drawing attention.

“Now that everyone is here,” he said evenly, “let us address the matter at hand.”

His eyes moved briefly toward William and the three girls standing against the wall.