Harem Of Eternal Yandere Beasts: My Legendary Wives

Chapter 91: A Dangerous Question

The battlefield went silent again.

At this point, Orion was beginning to suspect reality simply enjoyed freezing whenever powerful figures started talking.

"How many wives do you currently have?"

The question echoed across existence.

The prison stopped shaking. The fracture stopped expanding. The enemy beyond reality stopped moving, and even the Hunger Beyond looked confused.

The most critical question asked today had nothing to do with the apocalypse. It had everything to do with personal relationships.

The Queen covered her face. The Founder turned away, while the First Sovereign looked toward the heavens as if hoping someone would rescue him from the conversation. The Old Bastard started laughing again.

The First King’s voice appeared immediately. "No."

Silence followed.

The silver-haired woman smiled. "What?"

"No," the First King repeated after a pause. "Don’t start."

Her smile widened, making the battlefield collectively nervous. Then she ignored him entirely, her golden eyes remaining fixed on Orion, waiting with a patience that felt threatening.

Orion answered directly. "Three."

Silence returned.

The woman blinked once, then smiled. "Oh. Only three?"

The First King groaned. The Founder started coughing, and the Old Bastard laughed so hard he nearly fell over again.

The woman seemed genuinely surprised, tilting her head thoughtfully. "That’s lower than expected."

The First King sounded offended. "What exactly does that mean?"

She looked innocent—an expression that seemed highly suspicious. "It means you are the Founder of the Sovereign Lineage. You were impossible."

The First King sighed.

The Queen nodded immediately. "She is right."

The Founder nodded too. "Absolutely right."

Even the Old Bastard agreed. Apparently, history agreed on one thing: the First King had been difficult to deal with.

### The Architecture of Nine

The woman focused on Orion again, this time more carefully.

The Kingdom responded immediately. Golden chains brightened as the new Authority stabilized. King’s Domain remained dormant, while Shared Ascension remained locked, waiting and watching.

The woman noticed and hummed thoughtfully. "Interesting."

The word carried enough weight to make reality vibrate.

"Your Kingdom is incomplete," she said, her tone turning serious.

The First King sighed. "That’s not surprising."

She nodded. "The King’s Right isn’t meant to exist alone."

Silence settled over the plaza. The Queen’s expression darkened, the Founder crossed his arms, and the Old Bastard stopped smiling. Everyone already knew where the conversation was heading.

The woman raised one elegant finger. "The King’s Right."

She raised a second finger. "The Queen’s Mercy."

A third finger followed. "The remaining Authorities."

Golden light appeared around her hand, forming nine stars, nine fragments, and nine Authorities—the same image Orion had seen in the earlier record.

Then lines appeared between them, illustrating connections, relationships, and a complete structure.

One star shone brighter than the others: The King’s Right. It was not brighter because it possessed raw superiority, but because it sat directly at the center.

The realization struck Orion immediately. The King’s Right was not simply an offensive weapon; it was the connecting Authority. It was the center, the bridge, and the foundation of the Kingdom.

The woman smiled. "Exactly."

### An Old Argument

The fracture trembled as the enemy finally interrupted. "You talk too much."

The woman’s smile vanished. The temperature dropped instantly, making reality quiet, still, and dangerous.

She looked toward the fracture, staring directly into the darkness at the being beyond existence, and smiled a far scarier smile.

"Oh," she said quietly. "You still exist."

The enemy fell silent.

She looked genuinely surprised, then laughed softly. "I thought my husband destroyed you."

The fracture exploded with dark energy. The enemy’s pressure intensified, shaking the prison violently as it finally sounded angry. "You know that isn’t true."

The woman smiled. "No. But I know it hurts when I say it."

The Founder nearly choked, the Old Bastard looked delighted, and the Queen looked like she was trying not to laugh. This was clearly not their first argument.

The Kingdom pulsed as a new sensation spread through the chains. Something was changing, growing, and adapting inside the Authority.

The administrative system displayed two notifications.

◈ AUTHORITY ANALYSIS ◈

*KING’S DOMAIN*

*Activation Requirements: Not Met*

*Reason: Kingdom Scale Insufficient*

*Suggested Action: Expand Network*

◈ ◈ ◈

◈ SHARED ASCENSION ◈

*Activation Requirements: Companions, Allies, Contracts, Kingdom Members*

*Status: Preparing*

◈ ◈ ◈

The woman noticed the notifications and laughed. "Oh, that’s wonderful."

The First King sounded tired. "You’re enjoying this."

"Very much," she replied.

### The Nature of Victory

Her attention returned to Orion, and for the first time, she looked genuinely pleased. "Good. You are following the correct path."

The Kingdom brightened, its chains stabilizing.

"The enemy believes strength wins wars," she continued as the fracture darkened. "It always has."

She smiled. "The problem is that strength isn’t what defeated it before."

The statement contradicted standard cultivation assumptions.

The First King’s voice returned—calm, ancient, and certain. "It wasn’t power. It wasn’t talent. It wasn’t cultivation."

The prison trembled and the Foundation brightened as he spoke the truth. "The Nine won because they trusted each other."

The words were simple, yet they carried the weight of history.

"The enemy understands power," the First King added after a pause. "It still doesn’t understand people."

Golden chains spread across reality, connecting lives, hearts, and destinies. Orion finally understood why the Authority was called Kingdom. It was not defined by territory, armies, or crowns, but by the people within it.

The enemy let out a dark, ancient laugh. "Then let us see if your new king survives long enough to learn that lesson."

The fracture exploded as darkness surged outward. The prison groaned, and somewhere deep beyond reality, something massive began moving toward the battlefield. It was not the primary enemy, nor was it the First King.

It was something ancient and powerful enough to make the silver-haired woman stop smiling.

A final system notification appeared.

◈ WARNING ◈

*Unknown Authority Detected*

*Status: Approaching*

*Origin: Prison Interior*

*Threat Assessment: Unknown*

*Identity: Classified*

◈ ◈ ◈

The First King’s tone turned serious. "Oh."

The woman frowned, the Queen stiffened, the Founder stopped breathing, and the Old Bastard lost his smile.

The First King whispered softly, "That shouldn’t be awake."