Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System - Chapter 443

Chapter 443: Chapter 443: Half-broken
Chapter 443 – Half-broken

“I will take back my soul.”

Maryam said, her hand reaching for Selene.

The latter did not do anything, except looking at the approaching hand in the way a mortal would look at an approaching divine punishment.

Selene realized that there was nothing she could do. Her own being wanted to abandon her, after all.

Luminara, at her side, did nothing but watch. No, she was doing more than that. She was staring at this event with awe and devotion, as if eager to see Selene absorbed back inside Maryam.

None of the two thought this was something bad. To them, Selene was simply a small fragment of Maryam. She was meant to eventually go back to Maryam, and that since the beginning.

That was their plan.

But did the plan do its job correctly?

Selene might be only a wisp of Maryam, but that wisp had come to be her own person.

To avoid people recognizing her clone, Maryam had cleaned her soul from her memories and her emotions before using it to create Selene.

So everything Selene lived was her own feelings. True, some things were impossible to escape.

Like her unhealthy love for her son and her habit of calling Noah her baby. The same habit as Maryam.

But besides that, Selene had become her own self. In the same way Luminara became herself despite being the simple eye of a Primordial.

To the Elysiari and to Noah himself, Selene was not Maryam’s clone.

She was Selene Weaverheart Vaelgrim.

Their sister and, most importantly…

Noah’s mother.

TAK—!

The whole space paused.

Luminara’s and Selene’s eyes dilated, watching the hand of Maryam being grabbed tightly by Noah.

The First Soul slowly turned her head from Selene to Noah, tilted her head to one side, then parted her lips,

“What are you doing, my baby?”

Maryam’s voice was still soft. You could sincerely see the puzzlement dripping from her soulless eyes.

She couldn’t understand. And Noah realized why. To Maryam, Selene was worth nothing more than her initial purpose. A tool made to care for Noah until Brandon came back to her.

She was not wrong, that was what Selene was. A tool. One that had fulfilled her purpose and now could disappear.

But no.

Slowly, and steadily, the Vaelgrim began to shift position and stood around Selene protectively. Neko glared at her mother, lips pressed into a thin line.

The glare was so strong that Luminara took a couple of steps back in trepidation, especially with how the other wives were looking at her.

They were ready to kill.

“I am sorry,” Noah said, “but I cannot let you absorb Selene, mother.”

“Why?” Maryam asked. “She is my soul. She is a part of me. She was never created to be a being of her own self.”

“But she is now,” Noah said, then slowly pulled his mother’s hand so that she came closer to him.

Maryam didn’t resist. She was happy to get closer to her son, though she was still perplexed.

Soon, the two were an inch from each other.

“Look at her and look at us,” Noah continued, pointing at Selene and his wives. “Can you see them, mother? Can you see their eyes?”

“What do you see when they look at Selene?”

She paused, glancing at them briefly. She didn’t even need to do that. They were inside her dominion; she could sense their innermost feelings.

She only did it because her son said so.

“Love, worry, and willingness to protect,” the ruler answered lazily, as if unimpressed by their devotion.

“Do you think we would feel that way toward a being who is not her own self?”

“I do understand,” Maryam said, tending her hand to caress Noah’s cheek. “I truly do. But I need my soul. Brandon, my baby, I am fighting against the rulers and the Will itself. They want me dead. All of them want me dead. I have been in a weaker position because I am not whole.”

She paused, letting her words settle.

“I need to be complete. I gave an important part of me to Selene so that she could take care of you better. I need it back, my baby.”

She put her forehead against his, kissing his cheek softly with so much love it was harrowing for anyone else except Noah.

All of them heard her words. They all understood. But understanding didn’t mean accepting that Selene would get killed.

None of them would.

Then all the wives focused on Noah, eyes hoping for a way out of this situation.

Even Selene did. But for her, it was more subtle. Her eyes were darting from Noah to the ground continuously, afraid of putting pressure on him.

She didn’t want him to know that she was desperate to live. That she wanted to be her own self, and love him in her own way, even if her love was similar and came initially from Maryam.

She had learned to love him too.

Selene wanted to tell him that she didn’t want to lose her sisters, and wished to be with them forever.

She wanted to tell him — no, to yell at him — to save her. To take her inside his embrace and kiss her. To love her just like he always did, because she missed him. Because she needed him.

The events they went through left them all half-broken. They might look okay, protecting each other. But they were exhausted. They were just one step away from utter chaos.

Hollowness was slowly creeping inside them, twisting their guts in wrenching ways.

The only thing keeping them still standing was Noah and their sisters’ presence.

In a sense, protecting Selene was in fact a way to protect themselves. Because they knew…they knew that if one of them disappeared…they would shatter and crumble like sculptures made of glass.

And this time, it would be definitive.

So they stood their ground, glaring at both Luminara and Maryam, ready to die to keep a part of themselves able to be herself.

Such devotion, and such determination, didn’t go unnoticed by Noah.

He allowed himself a faint smile. It was very faint, but his beauty and current status were such that even that simple curl of lips made all the beings inside widen their eyes in wonder.

What a beautiful man, they all unconsciously thought.

The Prince was delighted. He was happy that he had created a family so close that one was ready to die for the other.

As a husband, and a father…that was all Noah could have ever dreamed of.

This family made him choose his path. It made him go beyond, and it made him make the Will Eternal his own mother just to get enough power.

It was because of them that he had kept his self untouched.

Because of them, that he had succeeded in his endeavor.

Because of them, that he had wanted to be a king of his own, so that he could protect them better.

The result of all this was a construct. A system. A system born by his will and by their love for him.

And so…

“Mother,” Noah called, leaning his face forward to his mother, their breath coiling together like mating snakes, “Do you believe in me?”

Maryam’s heart skipped a dangerous beat. She suppressed the instinctive feeling to crash her lips onto her son’s lips, cursing herself for the immoral thought.

Immortality had nasty ways to twist one own feelings.

Still, her body snuggled closer to Noah, unconsciously…

“I believe in you, my baby. You and only you.”

“Then,” Noah continued, “do you accept my rule?”

One would have thought a being like Maryam would think more thoroughly about this type of question. But Maryam was a mother who had been denied her son for eons.

She was starving. She was starving for her son’s love and wanted to do anything to please him.

So she didn’t even think twice when her lips parted to answer Noah,

“Yes, I do.”

DING!

—End of Chapter 443—