Harem Of Eternal Yandere Beasts: My Legendary Wives

Chapter 90: The One He Feared

The battlefield went deathly silent.

Again.

It was not because of the looming black fracture, nor was it due to the shifting weight of the Hunger Beyond. It was not even because the legendary First King had officially re-established communication from beyond the celestial seal.

The silence descended because the First King—the primordial architect of the realm, the absolute peak of the Sovereign Path—sounded unmistakably, profoundly nervous.

Every single entity present on the plaza caught the shift in vocal frequency.

The Queen’s Mercy opened her golden eyes to their absolute limit. The Founder projection stared blankly, looking thoroughly horrified, while the Old Bastard’s jaw dropped like a man who had suddenly remembered a catastrophic mistake he committed ten thousand years ago. Behind them, the First Sovereign physically took a clear step backward.

*Fascinating. Entirely fascinating.*

Orion had watched these ancient, legendary figures face cosmic horror, structural reality collapse, and imminent extinction without showing a single trace of fear. Yet a single sentence from their progenitor had shaken all of them to their core.

> **"She is awake as well."**

>

The *Kingdom* network pulsed, its golden filaments burning white-hot across the sky as the connection between nodes stabilized.

Orion asked the obvious, tactically necessary question. "Who?"

A long, heavy silence settled over the link. Deep within the core, the First King let out a quiet, deeply resigned sigh—the specific sound produced by an individual who realizes his carefully calculated operational plan is about to be derailed by an unmanageable variable.

> **"My wife."**

>

The battlefield froze completely.

Orion blinked. *His wife?*

The First King—the foundational bearer of *The King’s Right*, the creator of the cosmic prison, and the strongest recorded entity in the history of the realm—had a spouse.

The existence of the relationship was not inherently shocking from an analytical standpoint; what was deeply concerning was the immediate reaction of the council.

The Queen’s expression softened into one of intense, knowing sympathy. The Founder instantly looked away, studying the ruined cobblestones with absolute focus, while the Old Bastard let out a loud, sudden bark of laughter. He cut himself off immediately when every golden eye on the plaza locked onto his spectral form.

*Fair. Extremely fair.*

Through the core link, the First King offered another tired sigh.

> **"Do not start, Old Bastard."**

>

The ancient ghost coughed into his hand, adjusting his posture. "I was not planning on offering a single comment."

> **"You were actively preparing a commentary,"** the First King replied dryly.

>

"Perhaps a minor one," the ghost muttered.

Even while anchored beyond the boundaries of reality, holding back a primordial calamity, the First King sounded utterly exhausted by his former council.

Suddenly, the system interface materialized before Orion, its borders flashing in an unprecedented amber hue.

◈ CLASSIFICATION UPDATE ◈

*Secondary Entity Identified.*

*Designation: [PRIMARY ANCHOR / SPOUSE]*

*Threat Assessment: DO NOT ANNOY HER.*

◈ ◈ ◈

Orion stared at the screen. The Queen stared. The Founder raised an eyebrow, and the Old Bastard burst out laughing all over again, completely unable to contain himself. The First Sovereign took another subtle half-step back.

*The administrative system is actively issuing behavioral warnings. Fascinating.*

The First King muttered something through the bond that sounded suspiciously like:

> **"Even the administrative system retains the memory parameters... Wonderful."**

>

### The Unyielding Storm

The black fracture shook violently. The titan-sized hand emerging from the void flexed its pale fingers, sending a wave of dark, toxic energy spilling over the edges of the split. The hidden master was clearly displeased with the directional shift of the conversation.

Its voice echoed through the local space-time fabric, cold and dismissive.

> **"She is irrelevant to the structural equation."**

>

For the first time since his voice had resonated through the network, the First King let out a genuine, deeply amused laugh.

> **"No,"** he answered simply, his voice echoing across existence.

>

The primordial entity went completely still.

> **"She is the primary reason your main host remained trapped inside the core for ten thousand years,"** the First King added calmly.

>

The atmospheric pressure on the plaza inverted instantly. The hidden master beyond the rift ceased its verbal taunts, its massive, shifting form pulling back by a fraction of an inch.

The Queen smiled—a sharp, dangerous expression. The Founder let out a low chuckle, and the Old Bastard looked immensely delighted.

The system metrics leaped forward once again.

◈ FINAL INHERITANCE ◈

*Transfer Progress: 99%*

◈ ◈ ◈

Blinding golden light erupted across the horizon, stabilizing the Foundation and tightening the conceptual chains running through the atmosphere.

Then, Orion felt a second, distinct presence integrate into the network.

It was fundamentally different from the First King’s energy. Where the First King felt like an absolute, immoveable mountain—steady, ancient, and protective—this new presence felt like a roaring, precise storm. It was a beautiful, terrifying force of nature capable of leveling empires.

The connection formed without delay. A female voice echoed directly through the *Kingdom* protocol—soft, gentle, and absurdly dangerous.

> **"Darling."**

>

The First King went instantly, entirely quiet.

The battlefield held its collective breath. The Queen covered her mouth to hide a subtle smile, the Founder bit his lip to maintain his composure, and the Old Bastard failed to hide his amusement altogether.

The voice continued, its tone smooth and measured.

> **"You went quiet for ten thousand years."**

>

Silence stretched over the link. The First King cleared his throat.

> **"It was a structural necessity... It was not an intentional absence."**

>

The female voice dropped into an even softer register—which somehow made the ambient pressure in the network spike tenfold.

> **"I am aware,"** she replied quietly. **"Which is precisely why I am only moderately angry."**

>

The First Sovereign whispered under his breath, "Moderately?"

Nobody answered him.

Beyond the rift, a staggering development occurred: the master of the void began to actively pull back its titan-sized hand. It moved slowly, carefully, and methodically—like an apex predator trying very hard not to draw the attention of something far higher on the food chain.

The realization stunned every survivor on the plaza. The primordial horror beyond existence was not afraid of the First King’s golden authority; it was actively trying to avoid his wife.

### The Silver-Haired Silhouette

The female voice shifted its direction, addressing the dark rift with cool detachment.

> **"I explicitly warned your lineage during the first convergence."**

>

Reality fell completely silent. The suffocating pressure from the void vanished, the dark sludge stopped pouring from the crack, and the expansion of the fracture froze entirely.

The hidden master offered a reply, its tone carrying a distinct, unprecedented trace of unease.

> **"You remain bound to the anchor core."**

>

The woman let out a soft, melodic laugh.

> **"Indeed. But my bindings are significantly looser than they were last cycle."**

>

The First King immediately let out a long sigh through the link.

> **"Oh, that is a severe operational hazard..."**

>

The woman ignored him entirely, her focus shifting away from the void and locking directly onto Orion’s soul core.

The network shuddered under the sheer weight of her perception. Suddenly, a high-fidelity visual feed materialized in Orion’s mind—not a full physical manifestation, but a clear silhouette.

She possessed long, cascading silver hair that glowed with a faint, lunar radiance, and eyes of pure, brilliant gold. Her aura was vast enough to rival entire star systems.

As her gaze met Orion’s, the silhouette offered a warm, affectionate, yet intensely possessive smile.

The specific quality of the aura triggered an immediate recognition in Orion’s analytical memory. It felt startlingly similar to a certain silver-eyed individual currently standing on the academy walls—someone who routinely threatened anyone who stood too close to him.

*Fascinating. The behavioral traits of the lineage are remarkably consistent.*

The woman spoke, her voice echoing warmly through his mind.

> **"So... you are the one who inherited his Authority."**

>

Orion nodded calmly. "I am."

Her smile widened.

> **"Poor child."**

>

The First King sounded mildly offended.

> **"Hey."**

>

> **"You are remarkably difficult to manage, darling,"** she noted smoothly.

>

> **"I am entirely reasonable,"** the First King protested.

>

The entire council on the plaza immediately shook their heads in silent disagreement. Even the system chose to weigh in.

◈ FACT CHECK ◈

*Statement: "I am entirely reasonable."*

*Assessment: FALSE.*

◈ ◈ ◈

The Old Bastard nearly collapsed onto the stone from laughing so hard, while the First King went completely silent.

*Fair. Extremely fair.*

### The Final Evolution (100%)

The silver-haired woman’s gaze sharpened, evaluating Orion with complete, undivided attention.

The *Kingdom* network responded to her evaluation, the conceptual chains blazing like supernovas across the entire world. The transfer metric reached its absolute, ultimate limit.

◈ FINAL INHERITANCE ◈

*Transfer Progress: 100%*

◈ ◈ ◈

An absolute explosion of golden light detonated across reality. The deep prison roared as its core protocols were completely overwritten, the Foundation stabilized into an unyielding block of celestial authority, and the evolution of the Authority reached its final, absolute completion.

A golden notification, larger and more defined than any before it, locked into Orion’s field of vision.

◈ AUTHORITY EVOLUTION COMPLETE ◈

*THE KING’S RIGHT*

*Status: FULLY AWAKENED.*

*Primary Function Unlocked: [KING’S DOMAIN]*

*Secondary Function Unlocked: [SHARED ASCENSION]*

*System Note: The Sovereign Path is fully restored.*

◈ ◈ ◈

The battlefield stood frozen in awe. The Queen stared at the golden text, the Founder’s jaw remained open, and even the Old Bastard stopped laughing as the sheer scale of the unlocked capabilities registered in their minds.

*King’s Domain. Shared Ascension.* The functional parameters of the battle had fundamentally shifted.

The silver-haired woman looked toward Orion through the link, her golden eyes glowing with a sharp, playful brilliance as she asked a single question that made every ancient entity on the plaza tense up instantly.

"Tell me, successor..."

Her voice carried an amusing, dangerous warmth.

How many wives do you currently have registered under your contracts?"

The entire battlefield—including the Queen, the founders, and the lingering presence of the First King—instantly became intensely interested in Orion’s response.