Did she already know what I would ask her for?

Chapter 346: Ch 345: You don’t need to worry about me...

If you want to support, you can do so at: https://www.p atreon.com/finlegost

There, you can find 18 Chapters in advance.

Thanks to my patrons and to those who comment on the Chapters. It means a lot to me and motivates me to continue this hobby of mine.

And, of course, thanks to everyone who reads this novel.

*************************************

"...But do you really think I’m capable of murdering someone in cold blood?"

’ - Is that the image I have of Master? No... He’s not like that. How could I ask him something like that?’

’This is something that has been worrying me about myself lately...

Recently, I feel like I enjoy violence too much...

But I would hate to realize that my girls really see me that way.’

"No. I know she doesn’t think that, Emir. And neither do I," says Delia as she looks at me with a smile full of affection but with complete seriousness in her voice, speaking for the first time since I arrived at the house, as Alessia has simply looked away with an embarrassed look on her face.

’ - Haa... now I see what Master means... But... There must be some sure way to get rid of her. The hypnosis scrolls?... No... I’m sure that kind of thing wouldn’t be very effective on someone of her level... Damn it.’

"Besides, Beatrice has no hostile intentions toward us. In fact, she was the one who proposed the option of becoming my slave," I say and motion for the redhead to speak.

"It’s true. In the past, I was a spy for Drial Cenit, but I’m not anymore. Now I just want to move on and help Emir in any way I can," she says as she looks at me with an expression that makes my first girlfriend frown.

"Ha! Sure! You can’t expect us to believe those words. Melisa already told us what you did in Danes City," Alessia says with a spark of irritation, but she seems unable to find a way to criticize my decision anymore.

"I don’t care if you believe me. I only care about Emir’s opinion, and he has already accepted me," she says with a smug smile that doesn’t help in the least, although a quick flash of embarrassment also appears on her face with the blonde’s last words.

"Please be quiet again if you’re not going to say anything to improve the situation," I say with a sigh of exhaustion and irritation.

"As you command, MY master," she says and remains silent, but keeps a smile on her face.

’ - Motherf*cker. I’m not going to let you get away with this. Master is mine... And Delia’s... And I guess a little bit Melisa’s too... But mostly he’s Delia’s and mine.’

"Masterrrr..." Alessia says in a growl, now looking really bad-tempered.

"... I... You... Agh! I’m going to... Girls, help me with this. There has to be some way to get rid of her."

"Sorry, Alessia, but I think Emir did the right thing," says Delia with an apologetic smile.

After those words from her partner, Alessia withdraws her hands from the fox girl’s, feeling betrayed, and looks at the three annoying beauties with hope.

"I apologize, but I don’t think there are many other options, since you are ruling out the option of ending her life," Irina says in her calm, measured voice.

"That option isn’t as bad as it sounds..." says Miria in an animated and energetic voice.

It almost seems as if she is talking about eliminating a monster from the labyrinths instead of a person.

"... In fact, I can do it if you want."

"Yes. Let’s not forget who we’re talking about..." says Zia pragmatically.

"... That person has surely killed many people on our side in the war zone."

"Thanks for the offer. But no, thanks... Haa..." says Alessia, looking at her friends, after which she turns her gaze to me with a defeated look.

"... You win, Master. Knowing you, I should have imagined this would happen... But don’t expect me to be happy about the situation."

’ - Okay, redhead bitch, let’s play your game. However, you’ll soon realize that I’m not someone you want to mess with. You may have gotten him to accept you as his slave, but I’m going to make sure you get the treatment a person like you deserves.’

"It wouldn’t even cross my mind," I say, trying to suppress the smile that appears on my face at the absurdity of the idea.

"And I forbid you to bring any more women into the house..." she says in a cold voice, looking at me with absolute seriousness.

’ - Ha! She’s a worthy daughter of Alessandra. Even as a slave, she has the audacity to give orders to her master... Although it’s also true that she was very lucky to become Emir’s slave... With anyone else, she wouldn’t be able to do that... Emir is so special.’

"... We are more than enough for you."

"You’re absolutely right, my love," I say as a tired yawn escapes me.

"How long has it been since you slept, Emir?" Delia asks with concern.

"I’m sleeping well, honey. You don’t need to worry about me..." I say, giving her a tired smile.

"... It’s just that today has been a lot busier than I thought it would be."

"We should go to sleep. It’s quite late..." says Irina, looking at me with a somewhat strange expression.

"... I don’t know how much more you want to talk about this, but you can do it tomorrow."

There is something on her face that anyone would say is concern, despite how expressionless she looks.

But it’s probably another emotion.

After all, we’re talking about the three annoying beauties.

To them, I’m little more than an animal most of the time.

I know they’ve been a little more respectful toward me lately.

But that’s only because they know it’s in their best interest to have me as a ’friend’, considering they live under my roof, train with my parents, and are leveling up much faster thanks to me.

"Yes. You’re right..." says Alessia and makes a move to get up, after which she looks at me and continues talking.

"... Let’s go to bed, Master. Order the redhead to sleep in the last free room. Or send her to sleep outside. Frankly, I don’t care either way."

’Haa... Everything turned out pretty well...

It’s a good thing that the issue of Beatrice having been watching us for quite some time didn’t come up...

I know perfectly well that Alessia wouldn’t have been very happy about that...

Tomorrow I have to remember to forbid Beatrice from talking about it with anyone other than me.’

"All right. But first I have a gift for you," I say, standing up and approaching her.

Then I take the new sword I got for her out of my inventory and hand it to her.

[Tempered Steel Sword] [Slot: (Edge) (Rock) (Feather)]

Alessia receives the weapon cautiously and says, "Master, if this is your way of trying to make up for the situation, I—"

"It’s not. It’s just that I’ve wanted to get a new sword for you for a long time, but I hadn’t found one worthy of the person who will use it..." I explain in a loving voice, interrupting her words to nip her doubts in the bud.

"... But when I went to the Heavenly Water House, I realized that this sword is perfect for you. And even if it weren’t, I wanted you to have it. After all, if it weren’t for that weapon, we wouldn’t have the relationship we have today."

"Ohh..." Alessia says, her eyes wide as she recognizes the weapon she is holding.

"... Master, I... I don’t know what to say."

"You don’t have to say anything, sweetheart," I say, moving my hand to caress her cheek.

She takes my hand and kisses it tenderly.

"Let’s go to bed, Master," she says, and this time, unlike a few seconds ago, her tone of voice suggests that we won’t be going to sleep for quite a while.

"We’ll go shortly. I just need to do one last thing before going up to the room..." I say, then turn to look at Arya.

"...I’m going to need you to stay with Melisa for a while. I want you to obey her, protect her, and help her in any way you can."

"Is that an order, Master?" asks the elf in her usual emotionless tone of voice.

"It is," I say with a resigned sigh.

I still hope that at some point Arya will drop her cold and distant attitude, but for now it doesn’t look like that’s going to happen anytime soon.

"Very well. I’m ready to leave right now," says Arya, looking at me expectantly.

"Perfect. You can go," I say, opening an illusory door into Melisa’s house.

Arya prepares to walk through the illusory door but is stopped by a fox girl who hugs her from behind, apparently refusing to let the elf leave without saying goodbye.

For a moment, she seems surprised by the gesture, but then she turns to look at the Saint in the face with a smile and whispers something in her ear.

Delia nods at whatever Arya has said and kisses the elf on the forehead.

Then the elf separates from the fox girl and walks through the illusory door without paying the slightest attention to the rest of us in the room.

"Haa... Okay. Now we can go to bed," I say and head for the stairs leading to the second floor of the house.