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The moment the words were spoken, Allen's carefully maintained composure twitched, followed by a wave of absurdity.
This line—of all things—had to appear now, in this situation, and from Rudy's mouth?
How was this logical?
And the implied targets just had to be Roxy and Sylphie.
It was so ridiculous he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Truly…
What a strange twist of fate.
He wanted to retort, but after a brief pause, his gaze flicked to the sword resting on the table.
Only one blade.
A single glance, and then his eyes locked back onto Rudy's, sharp and unrelenting.
His tone was deadly serious.
"A sword is lifeless."
"It's cold. It exists to serve."
"But people are alive."
"They have thoughts, feelings—they are not objects to be claimed as someone's property."
Rudy, unnerved by Allen's intensity, cleared his throat and forced a casual tone.
"Allen, do you remember that night when Lilia got pregnant? You were the one who came up with the solution back then, but now that it's your turn—"
Before he could finish, Allen suddenly closed the distance between them.
Rudy stiffened.
Allen's hand shot up, fingers inches from Rudy's eyes, his gaze burning with barely restrained fury.
"Are you suggesting I follow Paul's example?"
"That night in Buena Village? I haven't forgotten."
"I still remember it clearly—and so should you."
"What was the result of that night?"
"Paul was a wreck. Zenith was heartbroken. Lilia drowned in guilt."
"Even though I stepped in and forced things to go my way, do you honestly think that fixed anything? Do you even understand the core issue we exploited to 'solve' it?"
Rudy shrank back, caught off guard by Allen's ferocity.
Allen leaned in further, his calm voice masking molten rage.
"Let me spell it out for you, Rudy."
"It was you, me, Paul, and Lilia—we manipulated Zenith's love for her family. We cornered her into accepting Paul's infidelity."
"On the surface, everything worked out, didn't it? But did it really?"
"Can you honestly pretend that what we did—forcing Zenith's hand—never happened?"
Rudy was speechless. Allen's words came faster, titles and courtesy long discarded.
"Do you think Zenith forgave Paul? That she chose to give him another chance?"
"Or—"
"Did you ever consider that it was the four of us—you, me, Paul, and Lilia, the woman who intruded on your family—who granted Zenith the 'privilege' of 'moving on'?"
"Do you actually understand what I said that night? Who was the real victim? Why do you get to walk away unscathed while others suffered?"
"And who the hell gave you the idea that 'one woman or two, it's all the same'? Huh?"
"Paul, who reaped the benefits?"
"Or Zenith, who silently endured?"
"Tell me!"
Allen's glare was incendiary.
Who bore the deepest scars from the aftermath of the Greyrat affair?
Paul, who happily enjoyed his harem?
Zenith, who shattered her own beliefs for the sake of family?
Lilia, consumed by guilt and ready to abandon everything in the dead of winter?
Or Rudy, who watched Allen's schemes unfold and thought, Damn, that's impressive?
None of them.
From start to finish, the one who carried it all—was Allen himself.
That night was his true beginning in Buena Village.
The moment this world stopped being a story and became his life.
Zenith's tears, Lilia's despair, Paul's broken spirit—
They were etched into his mind.
Was it easy to sleep with women and build a harem?
Pathetically easy. With his reputation, all he needed was a functioning dick.
But what came after?
The consequences?
"You think I'm hesitating? That I'm not 'man enough' to just take what I want?"
"I don't give a damn about the act—I care about what comes after! I care about their hearts, not just their bodies!"
"You think if I bed them, flash my 'Golden God Blade,' and 'corrupt' them, they'll just wake up, call each other 'sister,' and live happily ever after?"
"That their hearts and bodies will magically align? That fucking them means owning them?"
"This world allows polygamy, so women have no pride, no pain, no jealousy?"
Then why did Rudy and Roxy argue during that family meeting?
Why did Zenith scream that night?
She didn't care about the Milis faith's rules—she cared about Paul's promise, their bond.
Even if she abandoned Milis, would she ever accept sharing him?
If women in this world were truly so shallow, Zenith should've laughed, called Lilia 'little sister,' and joined a threesome.
But what actually happened?
Lilia tried to leave in the middle of winter, ready to die from guilt.
Zenith collapsed, sobbing like her soul had been ripped out.
Who benefited?
Paul?
The guy who talked big in bed but turned into a sniveling wreck the moment consequences hit?
A real man doesn't chase pleasure at the cost of others' hearts. In this world, in his life, he refused to be that kind of selfish bastard.
Rudy stared, fear flickering in his eyes. The tension snapped—his mind short-circuited into self-preservation mode. His face twisted into that vacant, nervous grin, the kind victims wear when trying to placate their attacker.
"H-Hey… Allen, you're so mature and manly… Why worry about this? Just start with Sylphie! She's crazy about you, she won't mind—"
Allen's grip seized Rudy's collar, yanking him nose-to-nose. His voice was a razor-edged whisper.
"Manly? 'Start with Sylphie'?"
"Rudy. Rudy."
"Tell me—since when does 'manliness' mean collecting women like trophies?"
"Since when does begging on your knees after fucking up make you a 'real man'?"
"Since when is having a dick and using it on multiple people an accomplishment?"
"Let me enlighten you."
"Having a dick isn't impressive. Restraining it is."
"Any idiot can sleep around."
"But making sure none of them cry afterward? Ensuring their hearts are whole, their dignity intact? That's what's hard."
"What, you want to repeat the Buena incident? Emotionally blackmail them into accepting a harem? And start with Sylphie because she's the easiest to break?"
"Because she's docile?"
"Because she endures?"
"Because she understands pain?"
"Because she's kind—"
"She deserves to suffer?!"
By the end, Allen's face was inches from Rudy's, his expression terrifying.
"Rudy."
"Do you understand what I'm saying?"
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