CHAPTER 75: NEW SISTERS

Before the dawn broke, Alaric summoned the four girls through the landbond into the main living room.

He called them urgently, insisting it was an emergency. The girls arrived still clad in their night robes, faces damp from hastily splashed water.

They sat together—five of them in total.

"The reason I called you all here so early,"

Alaric began, his voice calm but laced with gravity,

"is because of two things."

He turned his gaze to Virellen.

"First, it’s about your father and mother."

Virellen blinked, her expression hardening slightly.

"I want you to convince them to drink your blood."

All four girls’ eyes widened.

"If you’re wondering why,"

Alaric continued,

"you’ll understand soon enough. I don’t trust them. Just because they’re your parents doesn’t mean they won’t betray us—won’t spill our secret. If they want to work with me in the future, they need to be bound by something. Something that ensures their silence."

His words settled into the room like weight. No one spoke.

Virellen looked down for a moment, then raised her head with a serious expression—rare for someone so full of mischief.

"All right, Master. I’ll convince them. No matter what."

Alaric gave a slow nod.

"Then... the second reason."

He paused for effect, then smiled faintly.

"You probably already guessed. And if not, let me spell it out. It’s about your... twenty-four new sisters."

The room went still.

"Last night, Auralyne and I slipped out while you were sleeping. We brought them back. All twenty-four of them."

The girls’ faces darkened at once.

But then, as if rehearsed, they all shook their heads and let out a collective groan.

"Sheesh,"

Aurevia muttered.

Olivia turned to Alaric, brows drawn.

"Where are they? Why haven’t we seen them? The mansion’s not big enough for twenty-four more people... right?"

Alaric stood, walking toward the door.

"It’s best if you see for yourselves,"

He said.

He opened the door and walked into pitch-black darkness, vanishing beyond it.

The girls exchanged wide-eyed glances. Then, without a word, they followed.

As they passed through the doorway, a blinding light struck their eyes. They flinched instinctively, raising their hands.

*****

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✶ I Reincarnated as an Extra ✶

✧ in a Reverse Harem World ✧

⊱ Eternal_Void_ ⊰

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*****

When they opened their eyes again, what they saw left them breathless.

A luxurious chamber stretched before them—grand beyond anything they had ever imagined.

All five of them stared, stunned.

Aurevia recovered first. She turned to Alaric, bewildered.

"Master, where is this place? And how did you even get this? And who is..."

She trailed off, her eyes catching sight of a unfamiliar figure in the distance.

She already knew who it was.

Instead, she asked, quietly now,

"Where are the others?"

Alaric smiled with calm satisfaction.

"This is a separate space. Do you remember that treasure I got after we defeated the boss in the verdant Vale? In the Inner Forest?"

Aurevia nodded slowly, eyes wide.

"That’s right. It’s one of its functions."

He stepped forward, folding his arms as he spoke.

"The other day, I was exploring it... and I stumbled upon a gate. When I opened it, I found this. A storage hall. Living quarters. A space that can be connected to our world. Or rather—anchored. People can pass through it and exist here."

Cellione glanced around the opulent chamber, her violet eyes scanning every corner with curiosity.

"So there are twenty-three others?"

She asked.

"Other rooms just like this one?"

Alaric nodded, hands behind his back.

"Not quite twenty-three,"

He said calmly.

"There are more. Five hundred, to be exact—ready-made chambers like this one. Two hundred and fifty for each gender."

Aurevia arched a brow.

"That’s excessive. But What do you mean by ready-made? I get that it was already made before as a part of the treasure, but you sound like...you can make these rooms again."

Alaric turned to her, lips parting into a cool, wide smile.

"Just as it sounds. The rooms are predesigned. And If I provide the right materials, this space will construct them automatically."

He glanced toward a glowing rune embedded in the wall.

"There are hundreds of architectural blueprints stored in the system—various themes, styles, and functions. It’s scalable. And instant."

Cellione’s eyes widened, her jaw slack.

"That’s absurd..."

Alaric smiled faintly, then turned toward the rest.

"Since the matter of ’where’ has been dealt with—"

He gestured toward the young girl standing quietly in the corner of the chamber.

"Let us greet the youngest member of our family."

He nodded toward her, inviting her to step forward.

"Please, introduce yourself."

The girl stepped forward hesitantly, clasping her hands in front of her. She looked no older than fifteen.

Her black hair fell in soft waves to her shoulders, slightly tousled from recent rest, and her large fern green eyes shimmered with a shy curiosity. Despite her silence, she radiated a kind of warm innocence—gentle and sincere.

She wore a simple house robe, but her fingers fidgeted with a small copper pendant shaped like a curled leaf—delicate, intricate, and clearly cherished.

Her gaze occasionally drifted to the corners of the ornate room, pausing on details others wouldn’t have noticed: the engravings on the lamp base, the stitched trim of the cushions, the tiny glow lines running through the polished walls.

"My name is... Kaela Murnstone,"

She said softly. Her voice was quiet, but it didn’t waver.

"I’m... fifteen."

There was a beat of silence.

Then, as if gathering courage, she added with a faint smile,

"I’m happy to be here, Master. I’ll do my best."

Her bow was modest, but graceful.

Aurevia blinked, taken aback by how naturally the girl had addressed him.

Serineth whispered to Cellione,

"She’s really young..."

Alaric, however, simply nodded.

"You’re already doing fine."

He turned toward the others.

"Let’s proceed. There’s still more to be done."

***

They all existed the room. Before doing that, Alaric told kaela that she and her the others are going to stay here for the time being. She nodded.

Virellen looked at Alaric and said,

"So, what now Master?"

"You convince your parents and we have talk about even bigger business endeavour. But this time on the national scale with the money earned through the auction. So say this to your father if he doesn’t. He will probably agree."

Alaric said.

"What do you even think of my father. A money hungry incompetent fool?"

Virellen shot back, looking offended.

"No, a money hungry competent fool."

The girls laughed. Virellen said something like you can’t make fun of my parents but clearly she was holding back her laughter as well.

-To Be Continued