Chapter 479: Harem Morning Troubles ( 479 )

The morning sun filtered softly through the high, arched windows of the maid’s dining hall, casting gentle light across rows of neatly arranged white tablecloths and freshly prepared trays.

At the corner table—dead silence.

Liana and Gloria sat side by side, their uniforms slightly disheveled, their meals untouched.

The steam from their soup had long faded.

Both girls bore dark circles under their eyes. Neither had slept.

Not a word had been spoken since they sat down.

Liana’s hand twitched; her fork trembled above her plate.

Then—stab.

She slammed her fork into the meat with violent force, the entire table rocking under the sudden burst of fury.

“Just you wait… young master…” she growled beneath her breath. “I’m going to kill those cats.”

Across from her, Gloria remained silent at first.

Then, slowly, she picked up her spoon and gently stirred her soup—smiling.

But not a warm smile.

A terrifyingly calm, cold smile.

“The other girl…” she whispered softly. “I’ll handle her personally.”

She scooped a spoonful of vegetables, her eyes never leaving the plate.

“I’ll make sure she’s bald the moment I meet her. How dare she kiss young master.”

Liana’s fork trembled, digging deeper into the meat with each tremor.

“It was supposed to be only us,” she muttered.

“Only us who can kiss him,” Gloria echoed, voice steady as steel.

At the next table, two junior maids who had just sat down quietly gathered their trays and silently moved to the far corner, avoiding their gaze.

Everyone in the hall knew better than to sit too close when Liana and Gloria were in this state.

Back at their table, neither girl touched their food.

“Liana. Gloria.”

The voice cut through the tension like a whip cracking in the air.

Both girls immediately snapped to attention, backs straight as if glued to their chairs.

“Yes, Mrs. Erinnette!” they answered in perfect unison.

The formidable head of the Armand household—her arms folded, her gaze sharp—stood by the doorway, eyes inspecting them.

“Finish your breakfast and report to the training room afterward.”

“As you command, Mrs. Erinnette.”

Their voices were crisp, respectful, yet beneath the surface, they radiated barely restrained chaos.

Erinnette’s eyes narrowed slightly, sensing the storm brewing within.

But she said nothing more. Instead, her gaze shifted to the two maids at the far table who had moved earlier, lips trembling.

“And you two.”

The maids flinched.

“Y-Yes, Mrs. Erinnette!?”

“Finish your meal,” she said coolly. “Then head to the main dining hall. The Lord’s family will begin their breakfast shortly. You’re assigned to morning duty.”

“Yes, Mrs. Erinnette!” they replied hurriedly, nearly in panic.

With a final nod, Erinnette turned and left the hall, her heels clicking ominously like distant thunder.

Once the door closed behind her, silence reclaimed the room.

Liana and Gloria slowly sat back down, stiff as statues.

They stared at their untouched meals.

Neither moved for several seconds.

Then—Liana stabbed her fork into the same piece of meat again.

Gloria responded with a faint, cold smile.

Nothing had changed.

“Second wife?” Liana said calmly, a sweet but dangerous smile curling on her lips as she turned slightly toward Gloria.

“Yes, first wife?” Gloria responded just as sweetly, matching her smile with one that could cut steel.

Their spoons clinked softly against the porcelain as if in silent challenge.

“We should finish breakfast and head straight to the training area,” Liana said smoothly. “Let’s clear level 99 today.”

Gloria nodded elegantly.

“Then we’ll request official permission from Lord Garius to leave.”

Liana tilted her head slightly, eyes narrowing just a fraction.

“Right, Ari?”

Inside her, the celestial spirit flinched visibly.

“…Err… Uhm…” Ari sounded like she was desperately trying to shrink into the background.

Gloria’s gaze shifted to her side, still smiling.

“Aria?”

“Ehhhh~ I don’t know… I’m still sleepy…” the spirit whined softly inside.

“Liana?”

“Yes, Gloria?”

Gloria folded her hands delicately on the table, her voice cool and composed.

“Let’s finish our breakfast.”

Liana smiled again.

“Yes. Quickly.”

Both of them picked up their forks with perfect coordination—matched in grace, precision, and menace.

Across the room, the junior maids watched nervously as the very air around the two most terrifyingly elegant girls in the estate seemed to crackle with silent pressure.

By the time their trays were empty, the entire dining hall was eerily silent.

Meanwhile, in the Beastkin Region…

The sun had already risen, filtering hazily through the trees.

Morning dew clung to the grass, birds chirped softly, and a cool breeze carried the scent of wildflowers from distant hills.

It should have been a peaceful morning.

But not for Javier.

He lay stiffly on the grass, eyes wide open, completely unable to sleep — not with Mimi clinging to his side like a vine and Delya curled up on the other, arms and legs draped around him like a cozy, chaotic blanket.

He stared at the sky above, expression blank.

Last night’s chaos still echoed in his mind… and Liana’s furious voice echoed through his head like divine punishment.

Slowly, he turned his head toward the girls sleeping beside him.

“…Well,” he muttered under his breath. “I’m a man. I was Nakamura Junichi. Of course I like girls. That’s normal.”

A slight nod to himself.

“But…”

He gazed upward again, sighing.

Liana was mad.

Pause.

Gloria too.

He sighed again.

“Shit.”

“Mmm… husband~ don’t move too much”, Mimi murmured softly, snuggling deeper into his shoulder, her tail wrapping around his leg.

“Danna-sama~ so warm…” Delya mumbled, hugging his chest tighter and letting out a sleepy sigh of satisfaction.

A few steps away, Buddy stood with a deadpan stare.

“Cuquawked.” (Now you’ve done it.)

Javier slowly turned his head toward his Pekko.

“Ugh… I didn’t ask for this, Buddy!”

“Cuquawked!!” (Too late for excuses now!)

“…Damn bird’s got a point,” Javier muttered, resigned.

He tried to shift his position.

But the grip on both sides tightened like iron chains.

He sighed, staring once more at the soft clouds drifting lazily overhead.

“I’m doomed.”

( End Of Chapter )

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