Extra's Harem: Invincibility Starts with Marriage and lots of Children-Chapter 101 - Aleriana’s regret

The golden hues of the setting sun filtered through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the marble floor of a corridor where six individuals in robes belonging to the Excorvism sect stood.

Outside, the distant caws of crows echoed through the palace grounds, a reminder that the hour was growing late.

The king's aide stepped from within the room, bowing slightly. "Elders, His Majesty will see you now."

The group of robed figures exchanged brief glances before nodding and stepping through the open doors into the king's office.

The air inside was heavy, the room silent except for the faint rustling of their robes as they moved.

The king sat behind his grand desk, his fingers idly drumming against the wood. His gaze was unreadable as he watched them enter.

One of the elders, an older man with a sharp gaze, took a step forward. "Your Majesty, we have been waiting for four hours. May we know why we've been summoned?"

The king barely shifted. "So what?"

A tense pause followed.

"Ahem." The elder cleared his throat, trying again. "Pardon us, but surely there must be a reason we were called here."

"Haa..." The king exhaled slowly, then lifted a hand, gesturing toward the couch on the side.

'Child, it would be a last favor from me.'

The elders followed his motion—and there, sprawled across the fabric, lay four dead bodies wearing the same robes, though in slightly darker colors, appearing to be members of the Exorcism sect, the same as the elders.

"These are people from the Exorcism Sect," the king said, his voice as even as ever. "They attacked Princess Aleriana." His gaze flicked back to them. "She told me to warn you."

A sharp silence.

One of the younger elders frowned. "Your Majesty, with all due respect, anyone can hire members of our sect for assassination attempts. It does not mean the entire faction should be blamed for one person's mistake."

The king smiled.

It was a slow, deliberate thing that made them slightly confused considering they thought it was a very important matter, yet the king was smiling. "Yes, you are right."

That was all.

No further explanation.

A few of the elders exchanged glances, their confusion palpable.

Why had they been made to wait hours just to hear this?

"Your Majesty, with all due—" One elder at the front felt slightly humiliated as he tried to clarify his concerns, considering they could not have been summoned here for something so trivial. Yet before he could speak, he was interrupted.

"Now you all can leave," the king added, leaning back in his chair, while observing how his aide seemed to be averting his gaze, given that they had indeed made the elders of a sect wait for too long.

"What?"

There was hesitation in the elder's voice as they felt completely confused by all this, but there was no room to argue as they stood in front of the ruler of this kingdom.

With stiff bows, they turned and left the office, stepping back into the dimly lit corridor.

As they walked, one of the elders muttered, "What was that?"

The middle-aged woman leading them kept her eyes ahead, her voice low. "Something is wrong here."

A cold breeze slipped through the hallway as the sun dipped lower.

"Let's return to the sect. Now!"

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At the border of the capital city, where an exorcism sect once stood, the entire land was now engulfed in swirling blackness.

Like a raging storm, the darkness moved in eerie, twisting patterns, carried by an ominous wind that blurred the vision of anyone outside, concealing the chaos within.

BOOM!

CRACK!

The air trembled with deafening explosions as buildings crumbled to the ground. The echoes of battle resounded, sending shockwaves through the land.

Through the thick smoke and rising ashes, a monstrous, snake-like entity emerged—its massive body constructed from countless human skeletons, wrapped in a suffocating black aura.

The sheer size of it dwarfed the wooden structures, which shattered like twigs under its crushing weight.

"I don't want to die…!"

A chilling, distorted voice repeated the desperate plea over and over, reverberating through the battlefield as the grotesque serpent slithered with unnatural speed.

Its movements zigzagged erratically, hunting down two tiny figures—insignificant in its presence, like ants before a titan.

"Kurgh!"

A figure was hurled through the air like a ragdoll, smashing through several wooden houses in her path.

Olea's body crashed into the ground, skidding several hundred meters before slamming through walls and rough stone flooring.

She gasped, struggling to find her footing, but before she could even steady herself, her eyes widened in horror—a sharp, whip-like tail lashed toward her from the right.

BAM!

The sheer force of the impact sent shockwaves through her body. Bones cracked instantly, despite years of cultivation strengthening her physique. The brutal strike launched her through the air, smashing her against the top floor of a towering pagoda.

"Khwackkk!"

Her vision blurred. Her eyes rolled back, turning white. Crystals briefly formed around her body—a futile attempt at defense—before vanishing as she slipped into unconsciousness. Blood splattered across her form, dripping from her lips as her head lolled to the side.

Yet before she could fall, before her limp body could even hit the rubble, her fading vision caught sight of the massive serpent's head rising before her.

It coiled around the collapsing pagoda, its gaping skull-like mouth yawning open, fangs ready to bite down and devour her whole.

"Celestial Pull!"

A sharp, commanding voice rang out from behind.

The enormous serpent lurched to a halt, its massive head pausing mere inches from Olea's fragile body. A guttural, enraged hiss echoed as an invisible force dragged the creature backward. The sheer strength of the pull shattered the pagoda's base, causing the entire structure to collapse.

"I want to live! I want to live! I want to live!"

The monstrous entity writhed as it was yanked away, its skeletal grip on the crumbling building tearing through stone and wood. Below, Olea's unconscious form plummeted, swallowed by the cascading rubble.

Swish!

"Urgh—!"

In mid-air, another figure shot forward, catching Olea just in time. But the force of their movement was too much—both bodies hurtled uncontrollably, crashing straight into the dense forest beyond.

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Aleriana clenched Olea's arm tightly, but her own body was battered, beyond exhaustion. Blood streamed from deep wounds that marred her flesh, her breath ragged.

The moment her ability activated, she had pushed past her limits.

Now, she had nothing left.

Like a broken doll, she crashed through the trees.

SCRCH!

BANG!

"Urghh—cough! Cough!"

Aleriana finally landed after smashing through a dozen trees. She groaned, coughing up blood, her body trembling from the impact.

Her once-bright blue eyes, now dull and bloodshot, flickered toward the sky—toward the swirling dark clouds where the monstrous skeletal serpent loomed.

She slumped against a tree, chest heaving, her body refusing to move. The physical pain was unbearable, but it wasn't what truly hurt.

What broke her was the realization that she might never see her husband again.

'I am...such a fool, mothe—' With that thought crossing her mind and her eyes heavy, she saw the snake just a few meters away, its mouth wide open enough to devour both her and Olea.

As she lost her life, her eyes became hollow and wide open. She knew she was being gripped by death, filled with too many regrets, yet the only thing she could feel was nothing but regrets—too much at that—before a red light flashed in her vision.

And her heartbeat stopped.