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Harem Ethics 101 162. Relax
“Great.” She let out a sigh of relief and nodded at the crystal pillar standing at the center of the slip gate’s stone platform. “Place your hand on the anchor junction to operate the slip gate. Then all you must do is think of another slip gate you’ve attuned to and will for a portal to open for you.” Deciding to see how much spirit it’d cost before bringing up to her my almost dry spiritual reserves, I awkwardly shifted Saelia around in my arms and settled my palm atop the rectangular cube of crystal. My worries eased as I thought of Stone Lock and the knowledge that it'd cost one spirit to make a portal popped up in my mind. “Damn, that barely costs anything,” I said, my surprise coloring my words. “Saelia told me a while back that the anchor junction is also an amalgam. I’m guessing it covers most of the cost then?” “Quite right.” “That sounds expensive as hell to maintain if people use the slip gates a lot.” “Yes. Once it was explained; that most governments use coin from ta
Harem Ethics 101 163. Sleep...
I opened the door to Stone Lock’s shower room and stepped inside. Lysandra followed with Saelia cradled in her arms. Her eyes flicked curiously at the lockers in the changing area and the large communal showers beyond it. She giggled with approval as I told her about the ridiculously long and wasteful shower Saelia and I took on Myria’s dime. We stripped before undressing Saelia. When I cradled her in my arms, her blood-stained, snowy body felt so small cradled in my arms as I followed Lysandra. At my suggestion, the angelic woman retrieved a jar of rosy soap from one of the lockers before we headed into the tiled section of the room. Her lightly tanned fingers tapped a few dials embedded in one of the walls and the shower heads above them rained down warm water. Lysandra sidled up next to me as I stepped into one of the hot streams of water and lathered her hands with soap before setting the container down with a clink. With delicate touches, she went to work washing the grime a
Harem Ethics 101 164. Relief
Because there weren’t any windows in Stone Lock, and we couldn’t venture outside due to the front door being locked, I’d had to rely on my phone to figure out what time it was when Lysandra and I groggily opened our eyes. After I’d willed the chandeliers of sun shards above us to illuminate the cavernous main chamber of Stone Lock, I’d felt around for the device. When my hand slapped down on and I pulled its display up to my face, I groaned at seeing it was a little past three in the afternoon. Having not eaten before fighting the flame krolls last night or taking a briotonic before going to sleep, I’d felt awful when we woke up. My stomach had growled, so the first thing Lysandra and I did after getting up was go hunting for food. When we’d discovered I didn’t have permission to open the kitchen door or command the nourishment construct, I groaned in hungry irritation. Fortunately, though, Lysandra found dried rations, a few briotonics, and a flask of water buried in Saelia’s bag
Harem Ethics 101 165. Should Be Safe
Despite not having any idea what they were saying due to having taken of my Myrian comprehension band, it made me feel like a weirdo watching Lysandra and Saelia talk from a nearby armchair. So, I pulled out my phone to try soaking up my attention. My thumb flicked across the display in a rhythmic cycle as I aimlessly flipped through my bestiary, failing to tune out what was going on around me. They spoke to one another in hushed voices. Lysandra’s words were firm, but her frustration could still be heard bubbling just beneath the surface of her tempered voice. In contrast to the angelic woman’s controlled anger, Saelia mostly listened. The few times she spoke, however, her tone was deflated and tired. After about ten minutes, movement caught my eye. I looked up to find Lysandra leaning towards Saelia. Arms slipping between the couch and the shadow primal’s back, she hugged the other woman fiercely and whispered something in her ear. A moment later, she let go and straightened be
Harem Ethics 101 166. It Was An Easy Choice
“Damn, I wish I had wings…” I said with a grin, watching Lysandra as she flew up to the walkway overlooking the lobby of Stone Lock. When she’d disappeared into the library, I got up and went over to the couch to sit next to Saelia. I laid my arm along the backrest behind her and gave her my undivided attention. “So, what’s up?” She leaned against me, closing her eyes as her head rested on my shoulder. “I have a couple of things on my mind I wish to talk to you about…” “Such as?” I asked, relieved that she was going to come out and tell me what was bothering her without me having to dig it out of her. “Firstly, I wanted to tell you that I’m grateful for you standing by me. You could have easily gone with Mark and likely be showered in rewards for your obedience to him and the Tenth Kingdom… But you didn’t.” “It was an easy choice,” I said, hiding my irritation at the implication there was even part of her that thought I might run. “Even so… I’m grateful.” “What's the second thin
Harem Ethics 101 167. Her Room
I stood with Saelia in my arms at the top of the spiral staircase. In front of us was the open door to her room, and beyond the threshold was nothing but impenetrable darkness. Dank, cold air wafted from it, making me feel like I was staring into a long-forgotten tomb. I willed the sun shards in the room to turn on, but I got no response. Frustration wiped the smile off my face. The idea of there being no sun shards in the warden’s room was absurd. Saelia must’ve been behind their inoperation in a last ditch effort to keep me from seeing her room. “Saelia, there’s sun shards in your room, right? I’m having trouble turning them on,” I asked, keeping suspicious accusation out of my tone. “They’re out of flame and light spirit… I never got around to refilling them when they ran dry,” she muttered, clumsily trying to shift out of my arms. Feeling like an asshole for assuming she was actively keeping them off, my stomach sank at her explanation. “Why not?” I set her down and offered
Harem Ethics 101 168. You Won't Understand...
Sitting next to Saelia in the pitch blackness of her room, I stared at her blindly. “That’s not true!” The incredulous response from my heart bypassed my brain and rushed straight out of my mouth. “Mark doesn’t know shit!” “No, he does…” Frustrated anger simmered in me. It threatened to boil over at the way she was talking about herself, but I managed to stifle the urge to righteously dismiss the ridiculous claims. Instead, I attacked the root of the problem. “What happened in New Venice is the reason you won’t use your Scorcher magic, right?” Wimpers leaked from her as her effort to control her voice wavered. “Yes…” “It’s the reason you feel like this?” “Yes…” “Alright, tell me what happened. I’ll tell you after if I think you’re a monster or not.” “Please… Don’t make me do this…” My heart tensed at the quivering fear in her exhausted voice, but I pressed forward. “I don’t think you’re a monster… but this seems to be the only way I can think of to convince you of it.” “Y
Harem Ethics 101 169. Cozy Library
Closing the door behind me, I stepped into Stone Lock’s cozy library. At the room’s center, Lysandra sat at a table beneath a cluster of sun shards hanging from the ceiling. Book in hand, her eyes trailed across the pages as she read. When I entered, her attention slid to me. “She is asleep, right?” “Yup, out cold. She said she’ll come down whenever she wakes up.“ I pulled out a chair and sat down at the square table. Remembering my promise to Saelia not to tell Lysandra about our conversation, I tried to steer the conversation in a different direction. My mouth curved into a teasing grin at the angelic woman and I nodded at the book. “‘The Needful Elf’? You and Saelia really do enjoy cultured literature.” “Yes, I do. What is it to you?” she said, a hint of sheepish defensiveness coloring her expression. “Nothing,” I said with a small chuckle. “You just don’t seem like the type.” “Oh? What ‘type’ am I?” she asked, a hint of annoyance and challenge creeping into her voice.
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