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Author's Note – A Quick Update
Hello dear readers,
I want to take a moment to thank you for your patience and support. I've realized there were a few mistakes and inconsistencies in some of the earlier chapters—whether in the writing, pacing, or details. I truly appreciate those of you who pointed them out or stayed with the story despite them.
I've gone back and corrected most of those chapters to make the experience smoother and more enjoyable for everyone. Your feedback helps me grow, and I'm committed to making this story the best it can be.
Thank you again for reading—and for believing in this journey.
Warm regards,
[Asher_W]
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[ Corrections:
Skyster Family's Main Castle – Windsor Town
Family Crest – A silver bird in mid-flight, wings outstretched, soaring against a circular backdrop of the open sky.
This World's Name – Siros
Blazing Wood Family's Castle – Blazebourne Town ]
Let's begin now...
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In front of the Skyster Family's Main Castle, Windsor Town.
A carriage halted, its wheels screeching softly against the stone-paved road. From inside, a man stepped out first. The sun had long set, and now the moon cast its gentle rays across the land of Siros.
And beneath the silver gaze of the moon, he stood—tall and still, like a shadow carved from midnight. His black hair ruffled gently in the night breeze, framing a chiseled face bathed in pale light. Brown eyes, deep and smoldering, held the calm of a storm waiting to awaken. Lean and toned, his form radiated quiet strength—a blade sheathed in silk. Around him, the air stirred faintly, as if the world itself held its breath.
With a soft click of sandals, a woman descended from the carriage.
Standing beside him was an elven woman, her flowing light-green hair shimmering like dew-kissed leaves in moonlight. Her soft green eyes glowed with ancient wisdom and gentle fire. The silken gown she wore hugged her voluptuous figure, the fabric whispering against her skin with every step. Beneath the moonlight, she looked like a spirit of the forest—divine, dangerous, and heartbreakingly beautiful.
Dian smiled as he faced his home—and that smile grew as he glanced beside him. Gianna stood quietly, her expression holding a smile too, but also a trace of nervousness.
Extending his hand toward her in a gentlemanly manner, Dian spoke, his voice soft and filled with affection:
"Shall we, my lady?"
Gianna blushed and gently placed her hand in his.
"Hm," she replied with a shy smile.
Together, hand in hand and hearts aglow, they walked toward the castle's entrance.
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Under the pale moonlight, Dian's castle rose like a dark crown upon the land—its tall spires pierced the heavens, and stone walls shimmered silver in the night's glow. Banners bearing the flying bird crest fluttered in the breeze, and enchanted lanterns flickered softly along the battlements. Silent and proud, the castle stood like a slumbering giant, ancient magic woven into its very stones.
Once inside, they headed straight toward the grand hall. But before they could take the next turn, hurried footsteps echoed down the corridor...
Dian smiled and gently slipped his hand from Gianna's. In the next instant, a blur of motion rushed toward him.
"Darlinggg..."
Suzine flung herself into his arms, hugging him tightly—clutching as though he might vanish if she didn't hold him close enough. Her body trembled, her head resting on his chest as soft murmurs escaped her lips.
"Darling... darling..."
Dian wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his warm embrace. One hand gently patted her head as he whispered, his voice tender and filled with longing,
"I'm back, my little maid."
Gianna stood beside them, her heart warmed by their reunion—but something in her expression wavered. Nervousness.
So... she's Husband's first wife, Gianna thought. She's as beautiful as he described... maybe even more.
Suzine's icy blue hair flowed like frozen silk, and her eyes shimmered with frost and fire. Her curvaceous figure pressed gently against Dian, wrapped in a gown that clung like snow to her skin. Cold beauty met warm embrace—and even the night paused to watch.
Gianna adjusted her own gown unconsciously. It was natural to feel nervous. After all, Suzine was Dian's first wife.
At last, Suzine looked up, her eyes still locked on him, though her grip softened. With a slight pout, she said,
"You left without telling me..."
Dian leaned slightly, his gaze meeting hers.
"I'm sorry, my love—it was something urgent," he explained gently.
"But not more important than you. Don't worry, I'll make it up to you tonight."
His voice turned sweet like honey, making her blush deeply.
Suzine giggled, her hand cupping his face as if memorizing it anew.
"You've become more... handsome," she teased—then her eyes flicked to Gianna beside him.
"Is it because of her?" she added playfully.
Gianna tensed as their gazes met.
Dian pouted theatrically.
"Ohhh, I think you never really looked at my face properly before." Stepping back with a grin, he took Gianna's hand.
"And as for her—please meet my new wife, Gianna Measter."
Suzine's eyes widened. Two voices rang out simultaneously:
"Lady Gianna..."
"Lady S-Suzine..."
The two women bowed to each other—one out of respect for the first wife, and the other out of deference to noble rank.
Hmm… I didn't think it would turn out like this, Dian mused as he watched.
Then, as if to remind him of her presence, a soft chime echoed in his mind—followed by the familiar, amused voice.
"Well, well... looks like your wives will get along just fine."
The system spoke with a sly lilt.
"Do you have to comment during moments like this?" Dian muttered in his thoughts.
Silence followed. Of course.
Refocusing, Dian moved. His hands slid around both women's waists and, with a swift motion, he pulled them close.
"Aah!"
"Ohh!"
Both gasped, startled—but neither resisted. They knew exactly whose hands those were.
As the moment settled, Dian chuckled.
"Alright, alright... that's enough of the formal stuff," he said.
"You both are my wives now."
Both of them blushed as he spoke the words.
Seeing their flustered faces, he smiled and added,
"We're a family now. And in a family, there's no need for formality—only love and care."
Still slightly uneasy, Gianna hesitated.
"But... sister Suzine is the first wife. It's only natural to—"
Dian interrupted gently,
"My dear wife, there's no 'first' or 'last' wife."
He kissed both of their foreheads.
"You are both first in my heart. There is no rivalry in my love—it belongs equally to both of you."
Their blush deepened, and for a brief moment, their eyes met—with no fear, no doubt—only the shared warmth of their love for the same man.
"Now then—let's go. Tonight's going to be a long night... so eat well!"
Dian grinned, leading them toward the dining hall. Suzine walked at his right, Gianna at his left.
But something tugged at the back of his mind.
I feel like I'm forgetting something… Dian frowned slightly.
But the warmth of two soft bodies clinging to his arms quickly pushed the thought away.
Nothing's more important than this, he smiled.
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Meanwhile... 10km away in Windsor Town.
Knock, knock
At a quiet inn, two soft knocks echoed on a door.
An older man, around sixty, stood outside—back straight, hair white and neatly trimmed, a sharp moustache marking his noble bearing.
Receiving no answer, he called out again,
"Young lord, it's been some time. We should leave."
Still, silence.
Just as he was about to use mana to sense the room, a voice behind interrupted him.
"Sir Jones?"
The innkeeper stood at the top of the stairs, a puzzled look on his face.
"Why are you knocking on an empty room?"
Jones froze.
"What…?"
The innkeeper gave a sheepish smile.
"The young lord and lady already left the inn. It's been a while now."