Chapter 138

Chapter 138: Chapter 138: The Women’s Meeting [2]

Chapter 138 – The Women’s Meeting [2]

The silence at the round table lingered—tense, stretching—until finally, Elira decided it had lasted long enough.

"Well then," she said with an amused smile, voice light but firm, "why don’t we start by introducing ourselves?"

She didn’t wait.

"I’m Elira Varnis. Dean of Apex Academy... and Noah’s master."

That caught a few of them by surprise—but not for long.

The introductions followed.

"Neko Neko, Noah’s contracted beast."

"Ester. Noah’s shadow."

"Shadeva. Noah’s shadow," Shadeva added, her tone reluctantly resigned.

"Zara Heartweaver... Noah’s wife."

"Dominique Seductice... Noah’s slave."

That last one made the room freeze. Everyone turned to Dominique.

Elira tilted her head. "Slave? What exactly do you mean by that?"

Dominique didn’t flinch. She answered calmly.

"Exactly that. A sex slave. Both my mother and I belong to Noah, by choice."

She noticed the raised eyebrows and chuckled, then added:

"It’s not something shameful for us. In fact... we’re proud. We chose this life. It’s part of our nature—we were born to serve, and we chose Noah to be our master. We’re happy. He treats us no differently than the rest of you."

That earned nods of understanding from the others. No judgment. Just curiosity.

"Well," Elira said with a shrug, "as long as it’s what you want and you’re happy..."

Then, Zara shyly raised her hand.

"Yes, Zara?" Elira asked, turning to her with an encouraging look.

"Uhm... I was wondering," Zara said slowly, clearly nervous. "How did you become one of Noah’s women? If... that’s not too rude to ask."

Elira laughed, the tension breaking immediately.

"Don’t worry. In this space, I’m just another one of Noah’s women—titles don’t matter here."

Then, with a mischievous smile:

"I said I’m his master, didn’t I? What do you think happened?"

"Let’s just say... our master-disciple relationship evolved."

Her eyes glinted with a mix of nostalgia and amusement, remembering the day it happened.

Zara blushed but nodded in understanding.

Dominique spoke again, voice quieter this time.

"Are all of Noah’s women... here at this table?"

Neko answered for the group.

"No. There are others."

And just as she said that, Elira smiled knowingly.

"Perfect timing," she said. "One’s finished her training... and the other’s returned from her little trip. I’ll summon the sword girl, hopefully she will not mind my intrusion, and that green haired destructive girl."

Dominique blinked. "The what?"

Before she could ask further—

SNAP!

Elira snapped her fingers.

Suddenly, the realm shimmered with power. A rush of overwhelming presence swept over them.

And then—they appeared.

Sophie. Yuki. Anya. Elizabeth.

They materialized in the realm, slightly disoriented at first, but quickly composed themselves. Their eyes scanned the table and the women seated there.

Elira smiled warmly.

"Take a seat," she said.

The round table magically expanded. New chairs formed, perfectly spaced.

"We have important things to discuss. Things that will change all our lives moving forward."

A hush fell over the group.

Each woman took her seat.

And just as they were ready to begin—

Another presence entered.

This one was different. Weighty. Authoritative. Familial.

Selene.

She appeared at the edge of the realm, her presence commanding yet motherly. As she looked at the gathered women, she smiled.

"Perfect. I was hoping we’d all be together."

"For those who haven’t met me—I’m Selene Weaverheart. Noah’s mother... and one of his women."

She said it with no hesitation. No shame. Just truth.

"Let’s begin. It’s time we talk about the future—about how we’ll organize this harem from now on."

And with that...

For the first time, all of Noah’s official partners sat together.

The room bristled with energy.

A storm was coming—not of conflict, but of strong wills, fierce personalities, and deep love for the same man.

The meeting began.

It was lively.

It was emotional.

And it was filled with tension.

⸻⸻⸻

Elsewhere — In the Golden Realm A realm where everything shimmered in gold.

Golden grass swayed in the breeze.

Golden trees stretched to the heavens.

Even the lakes and skies glistened like molten sunlight.

At the heart of this realm stood a young man—his hair and eyes both golden, glowing with fiercely.

He wore a simple robe marked with ancient sigils, the symbol of Justicia.

Beside him, a fox stretched lazily, basking in the warmth.

This was Elijah Stoneheart, and his companion, Foxy.

And right now, Elijah was deep in thought.

His current task was to create a light-based aura. But not just any aura. One that would evolve into intent, and one day, into a concept—a powerful force that would define his very being.

And he wanted it to be perfect.

Because this wasn’t just about power.

This was about her.

His goddess. The one who chose him. The one who saved him.

He closed his eyes.

’I was nothing. Just the bastard son of a prostitute. I was scorned mocked and beaten.’

’But then... on my awakening day... you saved me.’

’You gave me power, you gave me a status in this world. You gave me...’

Hope.

’A reason to stand tall and not to bow to anyone.’

’You loved me—even when I had done nothing to earn it.’

’And until now, I’ve done nothing to truly repay you.’

He opened his eyes, golden light pouring from them.

’So let this be my first offering. Let this be the beginning of my devotion.’

"My aura shall be..."

He inhaled deeply.

"...Justicia’s Sword."

Because he wanted to be her blade. Her champion. Her executioner and protector.

He would wage war in her name. And bring her its spoils.

That was his truth.

That’s was his...devotion.

...

And in her divine sanctuary—far across dimensions—

Justicia, the radiant goddess of justice and light, heard every word.

A soft smile spread across her lips. Warm. Proud. And Loving.

But not entirely maternal.

"My champion. My light. Now... my sword."

She whispered to the winds.

"I accept it."

"From this moment, you are my sword. You are...Justicia’s Sword."

And at that declaration—

The Akashic Record rang through the heavens.

{DING! DING! DING!}

{INCREDIBLE!}

{Your words are sincere. Your heart is sincere.}

{Your devotion is worthy.}

{Title acquired: Justicia’s Sword.}

Elijah smiled beautifully.

You are the best...my goddess.

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—End of Chapter 138—