Harem System In A fantasy World - Chapter 326: Greatest Treasure

The short, round, rough-looking man stopped before the pair gawking at him, though for completely different reasons.

Alexander looked stunned because he couldn’t believe Cecil had actually lied to them. Meanwhile, Elion was staring because the old man’s appearance was eye-catching, to say the least.

Solron clicked his tongue loudly.

“Bunch of brats,” he grumbled. “Won’t even give an old bag of bones some proper respect. Just standing there gawking like idiots.”

Alexander awkwardly rubbed the back of his head.

“Our fault, Uncle Solron.”

Then he smiled lightly.

“I haven’t seen you in so long.”

He paused before adding.

“And why do you keep calling yourself old? You’re younger than my father. You don’t look old at all.”

“Bah!”

Solron immediately waved him off irritably.

“Don’t compare me to that old monster. That bastard will outlive my poor bones by centuries.”

His expression shifted slightly.

“Now come here and give this old man a proper greeting.”

The long wooden box in Solron’s hands was carelessly tossed toward Cecil. She caught it calmly without even flinching, clearly having expected it already.

Meanwhile, Solron pulled Alexander into a surprisingly light hug, and Alexander raised a brow in amusement.

“A bit sentimental today, are we?”

“The way you kept saying you didn’t want to meet me last time, I almost thought you didn’t like your favourite nephew anymore.”

“Whose favourite nephew?” Solron scoffed. “Certainly not mine. Don’t get ahead of yourself, brat.”

He snorted.

“I’m just in a good mood today.”

A second later, Alexander was unceremoniously shoved away again. The prince could only laugh wryly. Solron finally turned toward Elion.

“And you.”

The old man slowly looked Elion up and down.

For some reason, Elion instinctively straightened slightly beneath the scrutiny. It genuinely felt like he was being examined for some sort of test he was not aware of.

“Elion the Hero, huh?” Solron snorted. “Other than looking like some fancy pretty boy, I don’t see any hero in you at all.”

He glanced toward Alexander and Cecil suspiciously.

“Are you two playing some kind of joke on me?”

The pair merely shrugged innocently.

“Uhm…”

Elion honestly didn’t know how he was supposed to respond to that.

To be fair, he normally didn’t dress like this. Combined with his unusually handsome features and formal attire, he probably really did look like some flashy, spoiled noble right now.

“Nice to meet you, Senior Solron.”

Elion politely extended his hand for a handshake.

But instead of taking it, Solron simply stared at him thoughtfully while rubbing his chin, leaving Elion awkwardly holding his arm out in the air.

The old man suddenly grabbed his extended arm.

“Not bad…” Solron muttered as he squeezed lightly along Elion’s forearm. His hands slowly traced upward.

“Maybe a bit lean…”

Up the bicep.

“But decently built.”

Elion blinked, then blinked again. What exactly was going on here? He certainly didn’t know, and before he could react further, he realised Solron had completely ignored the handshake and was now openly examining his body.

For the next several minutes, an utterly bizarre scene unfolded.

The stocky old craftsman slowly traced along Elion’s physique while muttering incomprehensible things under his breath.

Arms.

Shoulders.

Chest.

Back.

Waist.

At one point, Elion nearly jumped when Solron’s hands wandered toward his thighs. His legs instinctively clenched tightly.

For a brief second, he genuinely considered grabbing the old man and throwing him across the room.

Only for Cecil to quietly mouth the words ’Don’t move’ with an apologetic look on her face.

And so Elion could only stand there silently, internally shedding invisible tears while gritting his teeth in humiliation. This had to be one of the most embarrassing moments of his entire life.

Well, aside from those terrible academy days under William’s torment.

Still… At least the old man had the decency to stop at his lower thighs and go no further. That alone gave Elion some measure of comfort and let him retain at least a bit of his dignity.

Eventually, Solron finally stepped back while nodding to himself repeatedly in satisfaction.

“I think you’ll be able to use her quite well,” he muttered.

The old man’s lips twisted into the widest grin Elion had ever seen on another human being.

“Rejoice, Elion!”

He dramatically spread his arms wide.

“For I am about to bestow upon you the greatest creation my esteemed self has ever crafted!”

“…Uhm. Thanks, I guess,” Elion replied weakly.

Solron extended a hand toward Cecil, who casually passed the long package back to him. The old man carefully carried it over toward an empty table.

Meanwhile, Alexander quietly leaned toward Cecil.

“So you lied to us?”

Cecil smiled lightly.

“I guess I did.”

Her smile grew faintly mischievous.

“But this is more fun, no?”

Alexander looked genuinely unconvinced.

“I never took you for the cryptic type,” he answered bluntly.

“Well…” Cecil shrugged lightly. “It wasn’t really my idea. More Solron’s than mine.”

She smiled again.

“But there’s no shame in taking some credit, right?”

She paused shortly before adding.

“So perhaps I can be fun to be around when I feel like it.”

“Sure. Sure,” Alexander replied dryly with a smile.

Solron gently placed the box atop the table, and with visibly trembling hands, he slowly lifted the lid. The anticipation was genuinely starting to kill Elion now.

If whatever was inside this box was enough to make even its creator tremble with excitement, then it had to be something truly spectacular.

Slowly, the lid was lifted away completely and carefully set aside, and immediately, all four people in the room collectively sucked in a sharp breath.

The inside of the box itself was lined with soft crimson silk, but none of them paid any attention to that.

Because the sword resting within it was a masterpiece. No, calling it a masterpiece almost felt insulting.

Even though the blade itself remained hidden within its scabbard, the visible portions alone looked less like something forged by mortal hands and more like a relic excavated from the ruins of some forgotten divine age.

It was a one-handed longsword crafted in the style of a katana. Slender, elegant, and slightly curved along its length.

The scabbard itself was forged from a smooth black material that resembled polished obsidian, yet faint crimson veins pulsed deep beneath the surface like dormant blood vessels.

Whenever the light struck it at certain angles, those crimson lines seemed to shift and move slowly beneath the dark surface, almost as though the weapon itself was breathing quietly in slumber.

The guard was subtle yet intricate, forged in the shape of intertwining dragon fangs curling protectively around the base of the blade.

Dark silver runic engravings stretched along the metal, glowing faintly whenever mana from the surroundings brushed against them.

The hilt was wrapped in deep black leather threaded with silver strands so fine they almost looked like woven moonlight.

And at the very centre of the pommel, a small crimson gemstone had been embedded within the metal. It pulsed faintly like a living heartbeat.

Elion’s eyes remained locked onto the weapon. He couldn’t explain it properly, but the moment he looked at the sword, he felt drawn toward it, as though the weapon itself was silently calling out to him.

Even Alexander looked stunned, speechless for once.

Meanwhile, Solron stood there proudly with his chest puffed out, looking like a man who had just presented the greatest treasure in the world.

And honestly, perhaps he had.