Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!-Chapter 357: World Shifting Odds

The grand dining hall of Obsidian Hotel was as luxurious as expected—gold-trimmed tables, enchanted chandeliers that mimicked a soft sunrise, and an assortment of the finest delicacies from all across the mortal realm. The guests seated at these tables, however, were far more interested in politics than in their morning meals.

Nobles from the Dragon Empire, Human Empire, and Vampire Dominion filled the room, each group seated in their respective clusters, yet their words carried across the space—heated, speculative, laced with intrigue.

At the center of the brewing debate, Lord Cavendish, a noble from the Dragon Empire, exhaled through his nose, setting his goblet down with an audible clink. His piercing eyes flickered with amusement as he leaned forward.

"So, tell me, gentlemen, do we now pretend that House Obsidian and the Human Empire are allies simply because their little princesses warms Pyris Obsidian’s bed?"

The remark earned a few scoffs, but Duke Rowlen of the Human Empire, an aging man with sharp aging black hair and an even sharper tongue, merely swirled his tea.

"Those ’little princesses’ are still royalty, Cavendish." His voice was measured but firm. "If Lekiza and Alexa is involved with Pyris, the possibility of an alliance is very real. Our Emperor is no fool—"

"No fool?" A vampire noblewoman, Countess Veyna, let out a low, velvety laugh. "The same Emperor who allowed his own daughter to run into the arms of a man whose family terrifies the entire realm?"

That sent a ripple of murmurs across the room.

"Please." A younger noble from the Human Empire scoffed. "You all act as if Pyris himself is some monstrous tyrant."

"Is he not?" Cavendish smirked, raising a brow. "His mother is Emberly Obsidian. His father is a mystery. He was born of power, shaped by chaos, and has been gathering forces as if preparing for war—that’s what I heard. Even the gods in the future will be uneasy about him I am sure. If you think this man would willingly bend to the Human Emperor simply because of Lekiza , you’re a fool."

Rowlen set down his teacup with a deliberate clink.

"Perhaps. But the real issue isn’t Lekiza—"

"No. It’s Alexandra."

A weighted silence fell over the table.

From the Vampire Dominion, Lord Ashenford leaned in, his crimson eyes flickering with interest. "Ah, yes. The Human Emperor’s discarded daughter."

"She was never discarded," Rowlen snapped, but there was little conviction behind his words.

"Please, Rowlen." Veyna smirked. "The entire realm knows the story. Alexandra, royalborn yet overlooked. A daughter of a concubine, mistreated by her half-siblings while her father turned a blind eye. If not for her mother’s defiance, she might not have survived long enough to join the ’Pirates’ and carve her own path."

"And now, she is Pyris Obsidian’s woman," Cavendish mused, his smirk deepening. "Tell me, dear Rowlen, do you still believe the Human Emperor would accept an alliance with House Obsidian when his own daughter—no, two of his daughters—are in Pyris’s grasp?"

Rowlen’s fingers tightened around his cup.

"Whatever grudge Alexandra holds, she is not the Empire’s concern anymore," he said stiffly. "She severed ties when she left. The Emperor will not let emotions cloud his decisions."

"Oh?" Lord Ashenford’s smirk widened. "And what of Emberly Obsidian? The Mistress of House Obsidian is not known for her forgiveness. We all know what happens to those who cross her family."

More murmurs.

"If Emberly gets involved, things change," another noble from the Human Empire muttered. "She won’t forget how Alexandra was treated. If Pyris shares even a fraction of his mother’s temperament, there is no chance he will acknowledge an alliance with the Human Empire."

Veyna sipped her wine lazily. "How amusing."

"What is?"

"That while the Dragon Emperor makes his move, you’re all here bickering over whether House Obsidian will accept or reject the Human Empire." Her red lips curled. "Perhaps the better question is… does the Human Empire even have a choice?"

The table fell into silence.

Rowlen’s expression darkened. Because the truth was undeniable.

House Obsidian did not need the Human Empire.

But the Human Empire?

They needed House Obsidian.

And everyone in that room knew it.

Countess Veyna set her glass down with a slow, deliberate motion, her crimson eyes gleaming with sharp amusement. "Tell me something," she purred, leaning forward, "has anyone actually seen Pyris and Lekiza together?"

The table fell silent.

She tilted her head, watching the realization sink in. "No? Isn’t that curious?"

Duke Rowlen’s frown deepened. "Are you implying—"

"That this so-called relationship between Lekiza and Pyris might be nothing more than a well-crafted illusion," Veyna interrupted smoothly. "Think about it. Pyris Obsidian is one of the most powerful figures of our time—a rising storm no one can predict. The moment House Obsidian was forced into this tangled game of politics, suddenly, the Human Empire starts whispering that their other princess is his woman too?"

"Ironically this rumour is in humans and just recently crawled it’s way here after the Humans came for the launch!"

The murmurs around the table grew louder.

"It’s a classic move," another noble from the Dragon Empire scoffed. "Attach yourself to the most influential force before the tides shift. If House Obsidian acknowledges Lekiza, the Human Empire gets leverage if his chance with using Alexa fails."

"Exactly." Veyna smirked. "It would mean they hold a direct connection to Pyris—a reason to demand a seat at the table when the leaders eventually meet with House Obsidian."

Rowlen’s expression turned unreadable. "That’s a dangerous accusation, Countess."

"Oh, please, Duke," she drawled, swirling her wine. "Is it really that far-fetched? Think about it. The Dragon Empire is taking an open stance, the Vampires are watching closely, and the Witches have yet to move. The Human Empire? Weak, crumbling, desperate. What better way to force relevance than by making everyone believe they’re already aligned with House Obsidian?"

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Lord Ashenford chuckled, amused. "And yet, none of you have considered the most obvious point."

They all turned to him.

He leaned back, fingers tapping idly against the table. "What if Pyris himself doesn’t care?"

Veyna raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

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"The rumors say Lekiza is his woman. Rumors. Does that mean Pyris has ever acknowledged this?" Ashenford’s smirk widened. "Tell me, gentlemen—has anyone even confirmed that Pyris has even ever met her?"