Reincarnated as an Evil Harem God-Chapter 36: Saving The Beauty

"Master, where exactly is this city you've been talking about?" Liraeth asked, walking alongside Sylvaris. The small, weathered dirt road stretched through the towering trees, barely recognizable as a path, its outline formed over time by passing traders and locals. The thick scent of fresh forest air lingered in the air, filling their nostrils and revitalizing their bodies in the cool morning.

"I told you already, just call me Sylvaris," he said, a little embarrassed, though he paused for a moment, his face thoughtful. "On the other hand, you can call me master... in bed." A cheeky smile tugged at his lips, making Liraeth's face redden just slightly. He nudged her with his shoulder, sending her swaying gently to the side in a playful, teasing way.

"You're such a bully..." She pouted, her cheeks puffing out like a hamster's. She shifted slightly to the side, but her lips betrayed her smile. Her hands rested in front of her, fingers interlocked at the height of her hips. She looked like a girl walking side by side with her crush—not her husband. But who could blame her? They had barely met a day ago. Many secrets still hung between them, and there was so much left to learn about each other before their relationship could truly solidify. After all, their love had been born from passionate lovemaking—if it even made sense. But, hey, ask the author. He's the one pulling the strings here.

Sylvaris smiled, the corner of his mouth curling with satisfaction. His first true harem member—Liraeth—was right here with him. He had the goddess of life, Seraphina, but she was unreachable, distant, and far from his current plans. Liraeth, on the other hand, was flesh and blood. He couldn't help but imagine how his life might change now that they were traveling together.

"This city isn't too far from here, as far as I remember," Sylvaris continued, refreshing the conversation and finally answering her question. "My grandfather used to bring me here, before his passing."

At that, Liraeth's eyes flickered slightly, a strange feeling stirring in her chest. She almost felt it was her own loss, but she felt sad for Sylvaris, too. His voice, though steady, carried a hidden sadness—one she caught, despite his attempt to hide it.

"When he and I came here..." Sylvaris trailed off, his mind drifting back. He remembered how his grandfather had taught him to sneak glances at women without being caught. He'd taken Sylvaris through the red-light district, a man who knew every hidden corner and every girl there—a true man of culture.

"It was a beautiful time," he chuckled, a dry smile playing at his lips. "I learned a lot about adventuring, too. That's why we're heading there. I want to form a party with you and venture into the wilds. After all, our real goal is the demon lord, right?" He spoke with an air of nobility, but his smile was anything but heroic. It twisted with the hunger of someone who wanted to tear the world apart.

And then, I can be the demon lord and wreak havoc across the world, and this beauty will be one of many to entertain me daily... hohoho!

What a disgusting laugh, I must add...

"Ah!" Liraeth's eyes lit up the moment she heard "adventurer's guild." Her heart started to race. She had never experienced traveling with a group, and she hadn't even gained her adventurer's license yet. It was her dream.

If I get to be in the same party as Master and fight alongside him, what could be better than that? He's so strong... but I won't lose! She clenched her fists, her resolve firm. I'll be strong enough to help him kill even a god. What's a mere demon lord compared to that? For my master, for my... Sylvaris... Her heart skipped a beat. I'll do anything.

A flame burned in her eyes, but Sylvaris was too lost in his own thoughts to notice.

"I would love to form the party! Who else are we getting? A tank? A healer? Oh! We need a lot of food! Supplies! And snacks! I can't live without snacks..." Her voice trailed off, and her face fell as she thought about it. Sylvaris couldn't help but notice her F-cup-sized breasts bouncing with every step.

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If I feed her more snacks, will they grow? A wicked grin crept across his face as he considered the idea. There was no limit to his imagination...

"Don't worry," he smiled at her, taking her hand in his as they continued walking. The gesture was so sudden that it made Liraeth tense up, her eyes wide.

Her hand is so soft...His hand is so firm...

They shared the same thought, both enjoying the moment.

"I'll make sure we have somebody to take care of that, but about the members..." Sylvaris hesitated, unsure whether to ruin the moment or be blunt. He wanted only women in his party—his harem members. Men were not allowed. His toys were his alone to touch.

"Hm? What is it, Sylvaris?" Liraeth glanced at his face, noting his sudden seriousness and the faint sheen of sweat on his brow.

It was one thing to dream about a large harem, but how the hell was he supposed to keep all those women happy with each other when there was bound to be competition... It was giving him a headache.

"I—" His speech was cut off by the sound of pounding hooves, growing louder with each passing second. A carriage, wild and uncontrollable, barreled down the path. The horse's eyes were wide with panic, its mane whipping in the wind as it galloped faster than it should have. The wheels of the carriage rattled and creaked, struggling to keep pace. The driver had lost control, desperately yanking at the reins, but the horse was already in full sprint, thundering toward them like a force of nature.

"Get out of the way!" a young woman's voice shouted, piercing the air. The carriage veered dangerously toward a tree, the horses losing control. They crashed to the ground, and the carriage plummeted, sending the driver flying from his seat and into a nearby tree. It would be a death sentence if she hit it, but just as the carriage was about to collide, Sylvaris moved like a gust of wind. His legs sprang into action, and in the blink of an eye, he closed the five-meter gap between them, his movement blurring with speed. A secret technique from his family, one meant for such moments. His hands wrapped around the woman, catching her midair, and he landed smoothly on the ground, cradling her safely in his arms.