The next morning, after Alaric explained his plan to the girls, everyone was prepared to set out on their own paths.
Alaric took Aurevia, Serineth, and Cellione and headed toward the Verdant Veil for their training, leaving Virellen behind for a later purpose.
First, he dropped Cellione and Serineth off at the Inner Forest, telling them he would return before dusk. Then, with Aurevia alone, he traveled deeper into the Core Forest.
There, still in the destroyed mountaincave, he sought out the Golden Serpent Dragon. He requested the beast to act as Aurevia's training dummy. The Dragon, silent but aware, gazed upon the girl and agreed without words.
Leaving Aurevia under the dragon's care, Alaric departed once more, weaving through the forest shadows until he returned to his mansion. Virellen was already waiting in the courtyard, as if she'd sensed his arrival.
He landed without fanfare. The moment his boots touched stone, Virellen stepped forward.
"Welcome back, Master,"
She greeted. Alaric just nodded and said.
"Come with me,"
Alaric said.
"We're going to the slave market."
Without questioning, Virellen nodded and followed him as they set off on foot toward the market district of Veldroth.
The city had begun to stir—the clamor of carriages, early risers calling wares, and the distant toll of bells echoed through the streets. As they walked, Virellen kept pace behind Alaric, calm but curious.
"You're unusually quiet,"
He remarked.
"I'm watching,"
She replied simply.
He gave her a side glance.
"Watching what?"
"How you walk. How people move when they know exactly where they're going."
He chuckled under his breath.
"Insightful."
After some time, they arrived at a particular building nestled among the older stone structures of the city—the only slave trader Alaric trusted.
After all, it was here that he had obtained Aurevia, Serineth, and Cellione. There were others, of course, but trust wasn't so easily bought.
As if he'd been expecting him, the manager stood in front of the entrance, arms outstretched.
"Welcome back again, Master Alaric,"
The man said, smiling broadly.
Alaric simply nodded.
The manager's eyes briefly flicked to Virellen and back to Alaric.
"It seems you're getting along quite well with your maid."
"Yes."
"Did our service meet your expectations?"
"Yes. That's why I've returned. I'm going to commission more slaves—very specific ones. Can you arrange it?"
The slave trader's smile deepened.
"Of course, Master Alaric. That's exactly why I'm here. You can ask me for anything you need. But let us not speak here—please, follow me. A VIP like you shouldn't be kept standing in the hallway."
He led Alaric and Virellen into a private room—the same one where Alaric had finalized the contracts for Aurevia and the others. He sat down comfortably and gestured for Virellen to do the same.
She shook her head.
"A maid must remain standing. In case services are needed."
Alaric met her eyes and gave a slow nod.
The slave trader stood across from them, hands behind his back.
"Now, Master Alaric,"
He said,
"what sort of slaves are you looking for?"
Alaric leaned back slightly.
"Six kinds. All female. A blacksmith, a Rune Builder, a Formation Mage, an Aetherwright, a Herbalist, and an Alchemist. All of them must have high potential. You may search this entire kingdom and the neighboring ones if needed—but I want quality."
The slave trader's smile faltered for just a second.
"Master Alaric, that's a bit—"
"Money is not a problem,"
Alaric cut him off.
As if on cue, a cascade of ancient gold coins spilled from the treasury inside Alaric's Divine Heart Core, clattering onto the table. They formed a small, glimmering hill.
"Use these,"
Alaric said calmly.
"Though they may not serve as currency in this kingdom, the gold is pure. You may melt it or sell the coins as antiques. They're over a hundred thousand years old. You'll get a fine price for them."
The slave trader's eyes widened slightly at the sight. He knelt slightly, examining the treasure, then looked back at Alaric.
"Of course, Master Alaric. I will begin immediately. How many slaves do you require in total?"
"Four of each type. That should suffice. But again—quality over quantity."
"Understood. I will ensure their skills are on par with our previous merchandise, and of course, that they are all chaste."
Alaric said nothing, only smiled.
From the side, Virellen muttered with a smirk,
"What a pervert."
Alaric's smile deepened, and the slave trader gave a nervous chuckle.
"The faster you complete this task, the greater your commission,"
Alaric said, rising from his seat.
"I trust your abilities, and I expect results soon. Time is short."
"Of course, Master Alaric,"
The man said, bowing low.
"I will deploy all my resources."
"Use this gold as funding. If your work satisfies me, more will follow."
Now the slave trader's joy was
uncontainable. He bowed again, so deep his forehead nearly touched the floor.
"Yes, Master Alaric! I will do my utmost!"
As Alaric exited the room, Virellen followed. Just beyond the entrance, slave carriers passed by, some eyeing them with curiosity, others keeping their heads low.
Virellen jogged forward to catch up with him.
"Twenty-four?"
She asked with a raised brow.
"Don't you think your back's going to give out? What about your kidneys?"
Alaric didn't even turn his head.
"You don't have to worry about my kidneys. They're stronger than you think. And that's not the point—they're not for personal pleasure. I'm not that kind of person. I haven't even touched—never mind. They're for business. They're going to build houses. Structures. Systems."
"Yeah, yeah,"
Virellen said, clearly unconvinced.
"I totally believe you."
Alaric glanced at her, unimpressed.
"Whatever. Let's go home. There's more we need to do before picking up the girls."
As they walked back toward the mansion, Alaric looked at her.
"You're an aura cultivator, aren't you? What kind of technique do you use?"
Virellen gave him a puzzled look.
"Why the sudden interest?"
"Just answer."
She shrugged.
"Earth-attributed aura. And I use gauntlets."
Alaric raised an eyebrow.
"Gauntlets? You? You look like you'd struggle to lift a pebble. How are you going to punch anything with that frame?"
Virellen's expression turned stormy.
"Master. That's rude. I'm stronger than I look. Even the boys in my family bowed to my strength."
Now it was Alaric's turn to give a skeptical hum.
"Yeah, yeah. I believe you."
Hearing her own words thrown back at her, Virellen pouted.
"Perverted master."
Their bickering continued all the way back to the mansion.
Just as they stepped through the gate, Virellen stopped.
"Master, I nearly forgot. Why did you ask me that question earlier? About my aura?"
Alaric didn't answer immediately. He turned, the edge of a smile playing at his lips.
"We'll find out soon enough."
*****
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✶ I Reincarnated as an Extra ✶
✧ in a Reverse Harem World ✧
⊱ Eternal_Void_ ⊰
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*****
After stepping into the mansion, Alaric led Virellen straight toward the courtyard without a word. She followed quietly, puzzled but not enough to ask.
When they arrived at the center of the spacious courtyard, sunlight warming the polished stones beneath their feet, he gestured toward a raised platform.
"Sit cross-legged,"
He said, voice calm but absolute.
"Begin your aura cultivation."
Virellen blinked at him.
"Eh? Master, why—"
But one glance at Alaric's serious expression silenced any protest. She puffed her cheeks slightly, then gave a small, begrudging huff before stepping up and settling on the platform.
Folding her legs neatly, she closed her eyes and began to circulate her Earth-attributed aura, entering into her familiar—but long-stalled—cultivation state.
Alaric remained standing for a moment before settling down some distance away, his back resting against a tree at the courtyard's edge. With a subtle motion, he connected the Divine Energy bound to his Divine Heart Core.
Sacred pulses of divinity began to flood outward—an invisible river that spiraled gently, then narrowed, aligning itself like a focused stream. He guided the Divine Energy toward her, not with force, but with intent.
As the Divine Energy entered Virellen's body, it was shattered—disassembled. The Golden-White white, ethereal current fragmented and refined itself into Pure Mana—raw, untainted.
Virellen's reaction was instantaneous.
Her eyes widened open for a split second before they clenched shut again. Her body trembled. The aura within her surged like a beast unchained.
She had been stuck at [Rank-1] for years—an inch of progress felt like a miracle. But now? Now, that stagnant trickle had become a raging flood.
Her mana veins screamed in protest, overrun by the deluge of refined essence. Pain twisted across her face, jaw clenched tight.
The veins within her arms pulsed violently, flickers of brownish-gold aura darting beneath her skin.
She felt as though her body was breaking down.
And yet, with each rupture, something sacred mended her from within.
It wasn't natural healing. It wasn't regeneration. It was something holy—a light that knew how to weave her back together, stronger and purer than before.
A few minutes passed. Alaric had erected a dome of translucent light, shimmering softly like the sun through stained glass. It kept all sound and movement from the outside world at bay. Within it, time moved differently.
Virellen's breath was ragged, but her cultivation continued to rise. The thick Earth aura surrounding her began to condense, coiling tighter and tighter around her core. Then—
BWOOM.
A deep, thunderous pulse echoed within the dome. [Rank-2].
Alaric opened his eyes slowly. He was sitting beneath a tree in the shade, his fingers laced together as he rested his chin on them. His gaze was locked onto Virellen, unreadable.
Another ten minutes passed. Her aura had stabilized. The storm had calmed. The sacred power that mended her now faded, its work complete.
Alaric still hadn't moved. His eyes were distant, deep in thought, as if mentally somewhere leagues away.
"...Master."
Her voice cut through the silence like a glass chime in winter.
Alaric blinked.
"Master,"
Virellen said again, louder this time. Her eyes were wide, stunned, and filled with questions she hadn't yet found the courage to voice.
"What... what was that?"
She looked down at her hands. Trembling. Still glowing faintly.
"I—I broke through. Just like that. But that wasn't aura. That wasn't mana. That was... something else. Something Sacred."
She stared at him, breath caught in her throat.
"Was that... what you meant, before? When you said your secrets were more terrifying than I could imagine?"
Alaric didn't respond. Not with words. He simply looked at her.And smiled, faintly.
The kind of smile a man wears when he sees someone take their first step into a world they can never turn back from.
***
At dusk, Alaric made his way to the training grounds to collect the girls.
They were a sorry sight—each of them looked thoroughly battered, their clothing scuffed, their expressions weary. Aurevia, in particular, bore the marks of the day's battle.
Her pale face was flushed, shoulders heavy, and aura faintly unstable. It was clear she had gone head-to-head with the Golden Serpent Dragon.
The beast, by contrast, stood regal and unscathed, its body coiled lazily, golden scales gleaming under the fading sky.
Around them, the land bore the evidence of the clash—frozen patches of earth glimmered with icy fractals, remnants of Aurevia's aura. Though exhausted, her aura felt more refined, more tamed.
Alaric could sense it immediately. She'd made strides in control, even if her body was barely holding together.
He didn't say much. Just held out his hands.
The moment his Divine Energy touched them, all three girls visibly relaxed. Injuries mended swiftly, Divine Light smoothing over torn muscles and burned veins.
Cellione closed her eyes and leaned into the warmth. Serineth muttered something unintelligible and yawned. Aurevia, ever the proud one, just nodded, but her lips curled faintly at the edges.
Together, they made their way back to the mansion.
Upon arrival, they sensed a presence of [Rank-2]. And they instantly knew that Alaric had helped Virellen in breaking through. Virellen who was preparing the table sensed them as well. And looked up.
"Congratulations,"
Aurevia said gently.
"You've broken through and stepped into a new world."
"Welcome to [Rank-2],"
Serineth added, nodding approvingly. Cellione gave her a thumbs up.
"Now you're officially one of us."
And added,
"Do you finally understand how ignorant you were?"
Her voice wasn't cruel—just firm. She was reminding Virellen of her earlier pride, the way she'd spoken so lightly about things she hadn't yet grasped.
Virellen turned toward her slowly. For a moment, it seemed she would protest. But she said nothing. No sarcasm. No retort. Just silence.
Virellen, after a few moments, her usual expression returned as if nothing happened.
"Mistresses, your bath has been prepared. After you're done, please come downstairs to dine."
The girls just nodded , too tired for anything else. They bathed, changed into comfortable clothes, and came downstairs. Virellen was already at the dining table, carefully setting plates and, her aura now stable, dignified.
Alaric sat at the head of the table, as usual, sipping something warm. When the girls took their seats, dinner began. The soft clinking of utensils and bowls filled the room, mingled with quiet conversation.
They began sharing stories of their day. Aurevia recounted her battle in broad strokes, skipping the embarrassing parts. Serineth mentioned an amusing magical mishap.
Cellione, naturally, dramatized everything.Then they turned to Virellen.
"Anything happen while we were gone?"
Aurevia asked. Virellen shrugged.
"You mean besides breaking through? Oh, Master also Ordered 24 new slaves."
The girls froze mid-bite.Slowly, all eyes turned toward Alaric. Cellione narrowed hers.
"I knew it. You're a pervert, Master."
Cellione leaned forward.
"You can use us anytime, you know. But twenty-four? Really?"
Serineth raised an eyebrow.
"That's excessive, even for you."
Aurevia's voice was flat.
"You have a weakness for pretty girls. Just admit it."
Hearing there words, Alaric held back the urge to claim them right then and there. But he really didn't wanted to be labelled as a Pervert into under aged girls.
According to this world's custom, marriage is normal aroundtheir age. Though, Only in lesser society. Nobles normally marry when their fully adult.
So he turned a blind eye to there boldness. But a certain someone didn't. But everyone ignored her.
Dispite his inner turmoil,Alaric, utterly calm, repeated the same explanation he'd given Virellen.
"They're not for personal use,"
He said.
"They're to build houses. For what I have planned in the future. Infrastructure, not indulgence."
The girls gave him a long, deadpan stare. Not a single one of them looked convinced. He just shrugged and kept eating.
Eventually, the mood softened again. Jokes resumed. The warmth returned. By the time they finished, tired smiles danced on every face.
They knew that they can't stop Alaric. They were his slave. Him caring about their opinion was already very kind. Many Slaves get treated worse then animals. In contrast they lived in Heaven. Besides, as long as he didn't abandoned them, it's fine.
One by one, they retreated to their rooms, leaving the golden-lit dining room behind. Quiet, peaceful. A single day of miracles and battle, another step toward the unknown.
And above them, the moon watched in silence.
-To Be Continued