Harem System In A fantasy World - Chapter 94: Avoiding him...
Chapter 94: Avoiding him…
A week passed in the blink of an eye.
One moment, life at the academy flowed as usual—classes, occasional patrols with Liora, activity in training—and the next, the entire first-year cohort was standing in orderly lines outside the assessment wing, their nerves humming thicker than mana in the air.
Elion stood at the front, with his hands relaxed at his sides, and his expression calm to the point of seeming almost detached.
If he didn’t have a system to show him his own progress in real time…If he didn’t possess the discerning eye that showed him other people’s stats…
He might have been just as excited as everyone else.
As it was, he mostly felt tired.
He was frustrated; tens of thousands of points were sitting in his store, but he couldn’t break through. Well, he could, but that would bring him more trouble than it is worth.
So he had been suppressing his breathrough all this time. And so he had been getting harder and harder on himself with after-hours sword training to make up for it.
He had even managed to improve his skill with the sword from basic mastery to the refined stage.
[Status…]
[Name: Elion Nova]
[Age: 18]
[Race: Human / Incubus]
[Talent: Gold Grade]
{[Classes:
• Water Mage – Novice Rank
• Earth Mage – Novice Rank
• Fire Mage – Novice Rank
• Swordsman – Refined mastery]}
[Level: 29 (95/290 XP)]
[Physical: 179]
[Mental: 166]
[Mana: 142]
{[Skills: [Water Bullet – Lv2] [Water Blade – Lv1] [Tidal Wave – Lv2] [Stone Bullet – Lv2][Earth Wall – Lv2][Tremor – Lv1][Terror Shield – Lv2][Sinkhole – Lv2][Encasement Wall – Lv1][Stone Fist – Lv2][Fireball – Lv2][Flame Wheel – Lv2][Hell Flare – Lv2][Flashbang – Lv1][Flaming Fist – Lv1][Rain of Flames – Lv2] [Footwork][Slash][thrust][Parry][Flowing edge][Piercing fang][Perfect parry][Dead Angle Strike]}
{[Unique skills] : [Sinful Touch – Divine][Mind Control – Divine][Harem Seal – Divine][Irresistible Charm – Divine][Discerning Eye – Divine Lv2] [Enhanced Cognition – Lvl 2] [Love meter][Sword mastery]}
{ [Permanent Partners:][Aria][Mira]}
{[Temporary Partners:][Beatrice]}
[System Points: 16,750]
[System Store]
The new swordsman class had rewarded him with yet another boost to his physical stats. And this one was quite significant.
And, he had also gained a bunch of sword-related skills over the last week. He had even gained a new, unique skill that greatly enhances his overall sword effectiveness and helps unlock higher-tier sword skills.
And the points.
Not much needed to be said. He was rich! He had to be. After all the sex he had had with Beatrice, who obviously gave him more points because she was more powerful, and then multiple sessions with Mira and Aria.
He was very tempted to spend the points in the store to buy the new items and equipment that had popped up. But he persisted. He intended to wait and raise his level. Once he was at least through the middle adept rank levels, he would finally take a look at the system store with the intention of buying something.
Today was the day. The wait was finally over.
Right now, he was actually trying to focus and visualise sword skill combinations, but the waiting room was noisy. Maybe if he activated enhanced cognition, focusing would be a breeze. But he didn’t want to suddenly fall into a trance like last time.
He didn’t trust himself not to do something unnatural in the name of logic.
In truth, he wouldn’t bring the incident of the night of the threesome up to Mira and Aria for some reason, neither would they.
It was kind of like they had some sort of silent agreement not to bring up details. But that day, when he finally regained his senses, he regretted pushing things so far.
They might have enjoyed it, but he thought differently.
Sure, a skill enhanced cognition was useful for different scenarios, but recently, Elion found out an interesting fact about himself. He liked to be in control of himself. And a skill that altered your mental state to that degree was somewhat against his morals, even if it mostly worked to his benefit.
What made him feel worse about it was that he didn’t even realise when he got the skill, when it activated, or that he had fallen into a trance.
Thinking about that day, he sighed and focused on the matters at hand.
Around him, voices buzzed with barely restrained anticipation.
“His last assessment was definitely a mistake—there is no way he was really level eight.”
Well, of course, they could only be talking about one person. Him.
“Yeah, either that, or something definitely happened in that dungeon.”
“You think he broke twenty already?”
“Are you stupid? Of course he did, how else do you think he stomped William and his buddies!”
“Yeah! You are right!”
Elion’s ears caught more than he wanted to.
It wasn’t even subtle anymore. People weren’t just curious about their own growth—they were waiting for his results.
Watching him out of the corners of their eyes. Measuring themselves against a yardstick they didn’t quite understand yet.
A month ago, his level eight reading had been accepted at face value.
Now?
No one believed it.
The smarter students had connected the dots early: the sudden dungeon disappearance, the sudden change in his demeanor, the way William’s group had been crushed so decisively. Others were only now catching up, their disbelief slowly curdling into realization.
Something had happened to Elion Nova.
Something that had changed him completely.
And everyone wanted to know what it was.
Elion felt a familiar prickle at the edge of his awareness. There were a lot of eyes trained on his calm figure, but this one he recognised almost instantly. Almost absentmindedly, he glanced to the side—and his gaze met a pair of beautiful purple eyes.
Isolde.
The beautiful elf stood a short distance away, her silver-blonde hair cascading down her back like spun moonlight. For a brief moment, she was clearly looking straight at him, her expression melancholic.
The instant she realized he’d noticed, she panicked.
Her eyes snapped away, her cheeks flushing a delicate pink as she hastily reached up to flick a loose strand of hair behind her long, elegant ear. The motion was awkward, rushed, and very much not the composed grace she usually carried herself with.
Elion couldn’t help it—he sighed quietly.
Beside Isolde stood Lyra, who had attached herself to her like a guard dog over the past week. The moment Elion’s gaze lingered a second too long, Lyra noticed. Her ears flattened, her tail stiffened, and she shot him a glare so hostile it felt like he’d just committed some sort of crime.
…Still hates me with a passion, he noted dryly.
Isolde, for her part, continued to avoid his eyes, shifting her weight and pretending to be very interested in random objects and people. It wasn’t the first time. In fact, after an entire week of similar encounters—brief glances, quick retreats, flushed cheeks—Elion could more or less guess what was going on.
At this point, I don’t even need the Ink of Yearning anymore, he thought wryly.
The problem was that she kept avoiding him.
