My Supernatural Girlfriends Spoils Me Rotten-Chapter 301: The Next Step

(Brat!) Pantheon roared in anger.

(If you keep going like that, forget about our contract—you'll die and bring trouble upon yourself, just like I did!)

Asher furrowed his brow. He knew Pantheon was killed before, but he didn't know the full story of how such a powerful being had ended up in that position.

However, hearing him sound too concerned gave him some clues about what the ancient dragon had suffered before finding its own peace of mind.

"I'm different from you. I won't die," he said, waving off the warning.

(So, you're turning into me… into us,) Pantheon sighed.

(I thought you were different from the others—you never let your power go to your head. I watched how you only used it when necessary, never abusing it. That's why I chose to look after you... to see what you would become...)

(I thought you were going to show me something different this time...)

Asher froze, then pinched the bridge of his nose. "You're right... I don't know what got into me."

He was glad to have Pantheon to talk to.

Unlike Lucy, the ancient dragon had experienced what it meant to be overpowered, to be driven to madness.

(It's not like I have any other choice. I'm stuck with you.)

Asher almost chuckled. It felt like talking to an old person who cared about his well being but refused to admit it.

Looking at the horizon, he took a deep breath, feeling much better now.

With a clearer mind, he began taking mental notes of what needed to be done once he returned to the fortress.

The journey continued as he spent his time contemplating.

From time to time, a stupid flying beast would cross his path, but he ignored them, knowing full well the cannons were more than enough.

And just like that, the faint outline of the fortress emerged.

As the airship descended into the fortress, the massive walls cast long shadows over the courtyard, where a line of figures awaited their arrival.

THUD!

HISSSSSS

The airship hissed, releasing cold mist— a side effect of traveling at high altitude for too long.

It did not take long for the mist to gradually vanish, and a bridge slid from the main deck, where Asher and Lucy stepped off.

Before he could even take a step on the ground, a small figure rushed toward him with the speed of a gusting wind.

"Welcome back, Brother Asher!" Lariel chirped, her bright eyes sparkling with admiration.

She clasped her hands behind her back and gave a graceful bow, tilting her head just enough to make the gesture impossibly cute.

Remaining still, she waited for his response.

Shaking his head, he patted her head " I'm home,"

She giggled, swaying slightly, pleased with herself—and with the fact that she had gotten him to touch her hair.

In her mind, it was only a matter of time before he fell for her.

'That's right… Next time, I'll make him touch a little more… Just a little. I'm sure he'd love how smooth and soft it is… After all, who could resist a hairless...'

She paused, her eyes lingering on him a second longer than necessary.

"Thank you, Brother Asher! When I grow up, I want to marry you too!" she remarked playfully, hiding the dark, lewd thoughts lurking beneath her innocent smile.

"You should aim higher,"

Lariel pouted, puffing out her cute cheeks. "But you're the highest!"

"The highest ? Who told you that?"

"Don't be so humble, Brother Asher! I heard my sisters and mother say you're really strong—probably the strongest, and that no one could beat you... So please marry me too!"

Lucy, who had been listening nearby, let out an exasperated sigh. "Lariel, stop saying weird things."

"You're such a killjoy, Sister Lucy." Lariel stuck out her tongue playfully before skipping off, her soft laughter echoing through the courtyard.

Asher shook his head, watching her go. "She's going to be trouble when she grows up."

Lucy crossed her arms and glanced at him. "You know, she's older than you."

"I..." He scratched his head.

Her petite body and youthful appearance made it hard to see her as anything else—and the way she acted didn't help.

While this banter was happening, the other sisters could only sigh.

They, too, wanted to flirt with him, but doing so outright would be too obvious—and, worse, disrespectful.

Unlike Lariel, they couldn't get away with acting innocent.

So, instead, they put on their best smiles, standing with perfect posture, each subtly adjusting their hair or tilting their heads just right to highlight their best features.

A delicate laugh here. A lingering glance there.

Asher saw right through them. And that was precisely the problem.

If he let his guard down, any one of them might decide to take things a step further.

'Dangerous,' he mused.

Lariel was already a handful. The last thing he needed was to deal with her sisters throwing themselves at him.

It was best to remove himself from the situation before things got out of hand.

"I'm tired. I'll be heading to my study room to rest. Lucy will take care of everything from here."

The subtle shift in his tone was obvious.

Lucy, standing at his side, gave him a knowing glance and nodded. "Understood. I'll ensure everything is in order."

Before turning to leave, he gave a few more instructions, considering that many Morningstar members, including the servants, were now staying in his fortress temporarily.

"There are areas that are off-limits. Make sure no one wanders where they shouldn't. Some sections are filled with magic traps—if anyone walk in recklessly, I won't be responsible for what happens."

A few of the servants visibly stiffened at his words, while others sighed in relief, glad they hadn't tried anything reckless before.

The sheer wealth of the fortress was tempting—a veritable treasure trove—but something had always held them back. That eerie, lingering sensation of being watched.

"I'll do my best," Lucy responded, her voice carrying authority as she turned to the others.

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"You heard my husband. Stay where you're supposed to, and there won't be any problems."