Extra's Harem: Invincibility Starts with Marriage and lots of Children-Chapter 42 - Knock Some Sense

Within the palace corridors belonging to the Empress Dowager, the vast space in which it was located was awe-inspiring.

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Its interior was far better kept and more grandiose than any nearby ones.

This only showcased the amount of fortune allocated to maintain it at the same level as the main palace.

Nearby gardens framed the entrance, enhancing the opulence of the setting.

The corridors echoed with the sound of footsteps belonging to two figures moving through.

They glided with an almost unnatural grace, their crimson veils trailing behind them like wisps of smoke, brushing the floor along with them.

The first woman walked with a rigid, purposeful stride.

Her expression remained unreadable beneath her veil.

The second woman followed with a lighter step, her movements almost sluggish and playful, not stern, though her demeanor mirrored that of her sister.

As they walked, they appeared almost identical.

Both shared similar heights, walks, and postures, leaving little to distinguish one from the other.

They reached the heavy, white stone-carved ethecd doors of a room.

As they approached, the doors opened soundlessly.

Inside, the air was thick with the scent of incense.

Layers of crimson silk hung from the ceiling, creating a circular veil of translucent curtains.

At the center of it all, seated in the lotus position, was the silhouette of a woman.

She was slender, regal, and shrouded in an aura of stillness.

The women approached cautiously, stopping a respectful distance from the veils.

They knelt in unison, their heads bowed.

For a moment, there was only silence, broken by the faint rustle of fabric as the Empress shifted slightly behind the curtains.

"Your Majesty, we have returned.

The boy from the Arcutus family spoke out of turn.

He invited us—specifically the younger sister—to his wedding.

We... apologize for engaging with him without your explicit command," the first woman spoke first, her voice cold and formal.

The second woman, also keeping her head lowered within the veil, ever the nonchalant one, added with a faint chuckle, "He even gave me a name, Your Majesty.

He called me ’Nista.’

He said it means ’second level of devotion.’

Quite bold, don’t you think?"

"Did you feel a strange sensation for a moment there?"

The Empress’s voice came from behind the veils, soft and composed, each word measured while directing the inquiry about the feeling which she sensed, as though her connection with the dolls was about to be severed by some unknown power.

A feeling akin to death for her dolls—who were more like her body’s two clones.

"Yes, for a moment, I felt something... strange.

A sharp, cold sensation, like death itself brushing past me.

But it was gone as quickly as it came."

Nista nodded, her tone light as she recalled the moment she had arrived behind him.

She had felt a chill that was fleeting yet enough to leave a residual recollection in her memory.

The Empress’s silhouette remained still, her breathing steady.

The silence stretched, heavy and expectant.

Finally, she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper.

"A high-level soul death attack."

’?’

"But Your Majesty, he had no internal energy.

No cultivation base.

He was... ordinary.

Even I felt it, but couldn’t it just be mere intent to kill?"

The first woman said, considering she had also felt that sensation, which vanished far sooner to make her notice it.

Given just now upon mentioning from the second sister, she also recalled it, finding it unnecessary to ponder it, given it was just a fading reflexive reaction from someone who was shocked by the sudden noticing of someone behind them.

"Ordinary men do not manifest such sharp killing attacks.

Not in such a way."

The Empress’s response was slow and deliberate, her voice resonating within the room as she found that sensation from Kyle definitely more than just intent.

Due to the fact that she shares senses and has complete control over her dolls, which are part of her consciousness, even a single thin interruption in the link would kill them and severely damage her cultivation foundation.

Due to her very high sensitivity, which she needed to protect the link from any outside interruption, she clearly felt something that was just about to sever that link.

But it was so fleeting she didn’t quite grasp its extent.

"So, should we not meet him, Your Majesty? If you wish, we can ignore his invitation." Nista tilted her head, her tone curious.

"No. You should meet him," the Empress’s voice was calm, almost indifferent.

"Your Majesty, are you not bothered by his words? His actions? He was clearly trying to provoke you." The first woman’s voice tightened, her disapproval evident.

"He was not wrong, though?"

The Empress’s silhouette shifted slightly, her head tilting as if considering the question.

Her voice, when it came, was composed yet carried a faint acceptance that indeed she might have that inferiority complex somewhere within her due to a very big loss.

A loss which she may never fill—the loss of a competent rival.

Not that she remained stuck at that point, but given that this fact she once used to have rivalry with that woman who was currently not alive.

And given the understanding of the rival who possessed a strong physique, unlike her.

She can’t help but think that if that woman were alive, maybe she could have achieved more than she did without hitting a bottleneck, unlike her.

Indeed, it’s been a year since the Empress Dowager found her cultivation becoming stagnant, leading her to realize that she had hit a bottleneck after arriving at the Early 7th Layer.

"I understand, but why go to his wedding?"

Finding it confusing, Prista couldn’t help but inquire as to why one of them really needed to accept the wedding invitation and even attend it.

"To find out what that sensation exactly was, that void-like feeling; keep an eye on him," again stated the Empress with her eyes still closed.

She emerged in her cultivation, trying even to see a speck of improvement in her stagnant cultivation.

"But can’t we just beat him and make him vomit all the information?"

Nista tilted her head in confusion, the red veil on her face hinting at almond-like eyes with the same crimson color, showing her surprise.

"Elder one, give her some sense," the Empress just said those words before signaling for Elder One to knock some sense into the brute young one who didn’t think rationally.

"Yes, as you say, my queen," said the first woman as she stood, before turning and leading the other to stand too in confusion.

Given she kept glancing at her and then back at the Empress to understand what exactly this sense thing was called.

Finally, existing the room with the white stone door slowly closing behind them, the younger one couldn’t help but inquire, "Are you going to give me something to eat that is known as sense, Older one?"

"Call me Big Sister, and don’t act like Her Majesty," even under the veil, the first woman seemed to glare at the younger one before stretching her hand towards her face.

"Wait, I get it, let’s not pinch my face again, I get what sense is."

Suddenly, as if realizing the real meaning of sense, the young one took a step back, knowing that acting irresponsibly would only earn her a beating here.

She just accepted it.

After all, she was stronger than this sister of hers who didn’t understand a thing about having fun.

"Hm, fine then, keep your distance from him and keep an eye on his every movement—don’t miss anything."