Extra's Harem: Invincibility Starts with Marriage and lots of Children-Chapter 21 - - Suicide?

"How much time will it take?" As the carriage rattled with the sound of galloping horses, I could feel the terrain and see the trees outside passing by, which, unlike in modern times, clearly painted a picture of greenery and empty fields.

Of course, we had just passed through the Northern Territories under Arcutus, which, just like the traditional cultivation towns, was organized and well-managed, considering merchants and trading were there with taxes and everything now handed over by me to Milena.

Naturally, if I start to develop my town and all, it would just take my time. So I followed a saying from my world, which states that an intelligent person will make use of all the resources at their disposal to achieve a goal. But a wise person would just hire an intelligent person to manage those resources.

In a world where power was everything and where the literal meaning of power, rather than money, was defined by one's own strength, it would be foolish of me to wait here to be slaughtered while building some town.

"We just exited the northern borders; it will take three days by carriage," Olea said, her eyes closed and hands folded, her legs elegantly placed over each other. She clearly appeared uninterested in having a conversation with me.

Not that I wanted to talk, but given that I was really in need of potential candidates, I swallowed my pride, which was already too thin to begin with as an employee of the company, who always had to endure my boss's tantrums.

"I must say, it's beautiful," I started, looking outside and observing the trees and the air, which was far purer than I could ever breathe.

The sunlight and the density of something—a strange feeling in the air—I knew was internal energy and spirituality around the place; it was very calming.

Of course, it was only because this was the trading route and all the monsters nearby had been eliminated by the trading guild.

"Has the prince never left his territory?" Olea inquired, clearly keeping the same disinterested demeanor toward my words.

"I have indeed come but never saw a beautiful sight like this one," I stated, glancing towards her, looking with clear intention for her to gaze back, given I was aware that, even with her eyes closed, she was able to see everything clearly.

Her physique, which earned her the name Ghost Blade, also bestowed upon her several buff abilities.

"Can you elaborate?" Finally, her eyes slowly revealed the depth of her gaze, mask clearly covering the lower half of her face. With her eyes now looking toward me.

Naturally, I had come to terms with the fact that this body was not insensitive when it came to that whole attraction issue, finally.

Since my sudden passing and transformation into a soul, I had definitely lost that spark of attraction to anyone's beauty, evident from the feeling I was having right now.

However, soon enough, my mind became calm once I inhabited this body, unlike before when it was preoccupied with death and all those fantastical events.

Yes, the vividness of that feeling born from my presence here, chilling in the carriage and gazing at this woman, whose eyes were as gorgeous as all the amazing sights I had ever encountered.

Her glamorous figure clearly rivaled the top beauties I had ever seen—no, they were mere squids in comparison to her.

This was not lust, but pure appreciation, considering I had forgotten the true appreciation of beauty due to the earlier two women: one who was an arrogant nuisance with a shrunken body, vomiting over my head, and the other an exhausted scholar, wearing glasses and having a completely disheveled, ghost-like appearance.

But now, with everything calming down, I couldn't help but say with the intention of provoking her, "A world far too beautiful for eyes to simply dissolve in... serene enough for the mind to stop thinking, and fragrant enough to numb the senses for a moment."

I stated as both of our eyes met. Hers were cold and mine were appreciating hers, slowly uttering, "The dew on rose petals covered under a sheet of fabric, two crystal orbs decorating a snow-white, smooth blanket covered in snowy yet black cascading endless webs, all perched over a slender support... it's really a sight to behold."

"Why do I doubt you are not talking about the outside world?" Her voice interrupted my appreciation, which stemmed from the fact that I wanted to check on her condition, an illness caused by the surge of emotions within her.

To be truthful, my aim in uttering the poetry genuinely depicted her beauty but aimed at targeting her illness.

Indeed, according to the story, she was suffering from a condition caused after hearing her parents being killed.

After losing her emotions, her body automatically started to turn her blood into crystals, amethyst in color.

If not controlled, her whole body would soon be covered by it, leading to suffocation and death as her very meridians would be blocked by the crystals.

There was no known cure for her illness, as it was simply her state of mind fighting against her own physical form, which wouldn't allow her to overwhelm herself.

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This led to a scenario where she considered the crystallization of her body an illness, rooted in the trauma of her parents not being nearby, which prevented her from ever releasing her emotions.

Technically, it was not a disease, but a power over which she had no control, leading to the suffocation of a child who had lost her parents and who found herself buried in those same crystals that could have become her power, now consuming her body.

Tears streaming down her face as her body trembled became the trauma of her life. If not saved by others, she could have died at just the tender age of ten due to fear rather than suffocation.

At least, this was the depiction of her backstory in the novel, which was saddening, but not enough for me to feel sympathy, as the moment I did, she would slit my throat after all; every bit of her hatred was directed toward the Arcutus family.

"It's just your misunderstanding; I am definitely just appreciating the sight in front of me," I said, also folding my hands and shaking my head, clearly acting nonchalant as I shrugged, considering now that she was within reach of my domain.

Her attempt to kill me would lead to hers, so I was not fearful. Even if she attempted to move at invincible speed to kill me, somehow I was able to feel each movement or change in her purple coloured soul—so within the domain, before one could attack, their soul flicker warned me beforehand.

But, If it was just about killing her, I would try to hold back as much as possible given my understanding of the current situation.

So if I had to choose between two women to make them fall in love or something similar, I would definitely pick the one about whom I knew something, or at least knew many things, unlike the one whom I was completely unaware of.

This became even more important when both women were super strong cultivators who could kill me as easily as crushing a bug.

I might have the ability to cause instant death, which gives me an overpowered status, but if someone is not within a 10-meter radius or they attacked me from far away, I would be dead.

Even if I were to consider how I should go for someone other than this woman, it came down to the fact that qualification standards were increased.

Naturally, those women with more qualifications would inevitably be stronger—and more dangerous.

Given the choice between a random strong woman who could kill me and a well-known strong woman who could kill me, I would always choose the latter.

At least with her, I knew what I was dealing with.

'Should I continue?' I brought my mind to focus. I let my eyes slowly fall down. I have already described her face; my eyes slowly lower to her neck, where a hint of curve seems to peek. "The whitish snowy mounds of two peaks—soft, plump—covered in a fabric-like layer of sky, hiding behind it are two pinkish cherry buds atop—"

[Stop, Host, why are you trying to commit suicide?]

:: Yes, just shut up, you insolent pervert. ::

'...Tch, no one appreciates masterpiece poetry.'