My interracial harem of beautiful queens



Nirena, with a barely visible shock on her face, put on a friendly smile as Veronika cheerfully showed pictures of Adam. The fairy felt her back grow damp with cold sweat, while her body weakened tenfold. Memories flooded her mind, from when she had wanted to tease the handsome demon but ended up getting flustered, although she managed to stop in time.

"I hope he doesn't spill the beans. Even better if he forgets, or else this crazy woman will kill me!" Nirena awkwardly smiled as her mind teetered on the brink.

"Here he is, training in magic with Lucius! And here he is surrounded by maids, but I killed them long ago," Veronika giggled like a smitten maiden, but her words were cruel.

"..."

Now Nirena wished to turn into a frog. Or a bird. Any animal would do, as long as she could escape from the clutches of this predatory woman.

***

The City of Sedyon, the mayor's estate.

This morning was far from ordinary. One could even say it was chaotic. Amarantha and other women close to Adam were bustling around as he still hadn't woken up after seven hours. It was getting dark, but Adam was still sleeping as if he were a student who had studied for a week without sleep. This made his wives uneasy, and only their mutual support helped the women keep their cool.

"It's strange. There are no health issues; it looks like regular sleep. But his internal clock should have gone off, and he always used to wake up at exactly five in the morning," Amarantha said, furrowing her beautiful brows.

Her delicate hand rested on Adam's warm forehead, and after a while, a soft green glow appeared under her hand, lasting only five seconds before dimming. With each passing second, the light grew weaker and weaker. There was a rustling sound – it was Elara pulling out a small charm with a raccoon from her pocket, a gift from Adam a while back. It wasn't too expensive, just ten Platinum Dragon Stones. The main purpose of the charm was its beauty, but it had one feature that Elara valued at over a thousand Platinum Dragon Stones.

Adam had infused his magical energy into it. In exchange, Elara had bought him a charm with a fox, infusing it with her magical energy. It was an unusual trinket for couples who, even if they were far apart, could feel as if their other half was right beside them. It served as a calming presence that had often relaxed Elara.

"Ama, did you find something?" Elara asked, her face expressing concern, with traces of worry and sadness evident.

However, all she received in response was a faint shaking of Amarantha's head from side to side. The nymph slumped, and her blue eyes welled up as she hugged the charm to her chest.

"Adam..."

***

Adam's state was akin to a normal dream, but what set it apart was that he could still feel everything and seemingly control what he saw. Though the prospect of it appealed to him, he put it on the back burner. He was more interested in where he had ended up – a white space with a white floor. It felt like he had walked into an artist's customized room, where everything was painted in a single color, which someone thought was super original.

"And what is this?" he said and sniffed, trying to check his condition. He concluded: "Ah, can't smell anything. My body feels like cotton, the only things working are my imagination, sight, and mind. Now, I need to figure out why I'm here."

The place resembled a mental institution. In the first few seconds, Adam thought he had returned to his past life because his room had also been so dull and white – devoid of furniture or decorations. He couldn't afford basic things, so he slept on the floor.

He took a step forward – or rather, tried to. However, the result was that he stayed in one place and couldn't move, not even a millimeter or twitch a finger. It seemed he had lost control of his body and had become a mere spectator. This made him uneasy.

"What is this..."

Despite his desire to talk to himself again to try to assess the situation more accurately, the situation began to evaluate itself. The white room started to crumble – the walls fell away, revealing a view of a beautiful... uh, blood-soaked battlefield.

"The white room was much more appealing," Adam muttered, attempting to take a step forward once more. This time his attempt was successful, and he managed to move forward, albeit with great difficulty, stepping over the bodies.

This place was like a true hell, as if from the darkest nightmares. Red earth, scorching lava that flowed like a river of blood among the scattered demon corpses. Volcanoes erupted, spewing columns of fiery ash, and blood ran across the ground, creating a horrifying yet breathtaking sight. It was beauty-tinged with the shades of hell, a place where fear and magnificence interwove in a picturesque apocalyptic symphony.

"Not the most pleasant sight. But what happened here for so many demons to fall? Feels like a holy water sprinkler went through here," Adam frowned and held his breath, which he didn't need to do given his current state: "A slaughterhouse. A horrifying one."

Looking around, he saw nothing but corpses and rivers of blood. Quite a terrifying scene for the faint-hearted. He walked among the bodies, stepping over them when possible.

BOOM!

In the distance, there was an explosion. Adam became alert and looked in the direction of the blast – to the south, where clashing sounds, as if someone were battling with swords, could be heard, and occasionally, there were loud explosions. The aftershocks even reached the place where Adam stood, despite the distance of over a hundred kilometers.

"What's happening there? Judging by the explosions, it's a very brutal battle."

He narrowed his eyes, and his sclera turned black, while his demonic wings opened with a characteristic "snap." With a flap, Adam took to the sky and headed in that direction. His curiosity consumed him. The wind whistled in his ears, but he remained focused on his goal.

Twenty minutes later...

He found himself a kilometer away from the presumed battlefield. The battle seemed unending, with the clash of iron against iron and explosions continuing unabated. However, now Adam could see those who were fighting.

There was a woman and a man. What was remarkable was that they both looked similar – long black hair, black eyes, wings of the same size, and similar armor. It was as if they were twins, and their battle continued, but Adam felt no aggression; it was more like a sparring match.

"And... boom!" the woman suddenly shouted.

She raised her long sword above her head and swung it down, sending a terrifying gust of wind in all directions. The magical energy of the woman was overwhelming, but the man remained unfazed. His face bore a carefree and flirtatious smile, which reminded Adam of someone.

"Hey... is that Casanova?" he thought with strong surprise, taking another look at the man and realizing that there was indeed a resemblance. "At first, I didn't recognize him because of a completely different aura, but as I see, his classic playboy behavior is still there. With the horns, he looks more aggressive."

Adam quietly descended and narrowed his eyes. The blackness in his eyes became more alluring, and his vision doubled as if he were using binoculars. Even at this distance, he could see their every move and notice every change.

"Take that!"

The woman shouted – it might have been a battle cry. The blade of her long sword emitted a violet light, and small cuts appeared on the ground, while the blade seemed to thicken – it was due to the miasma she concentrated on it.

Her face contorted in pain, and she struggled but managed to lower her blade. Then something incredible happened.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

An incredibly loud explosion stunned Adam for a few moments. Although he managed to stay on his feet, as he somehow remained untouched, the deafening explosion and the dust clouds made him lose his bearings. Silence fell over the battlefield, and all he could see before him were slowly moving dust clouds.

However, after a while...

"Nice move, sis. You showed me an excellent result, worthy of my sister. Your energy level and average control may be incompatible, but over time, you can become much stronger. Even stronger than me," a male voice said.

Whoosh.

A strong wind blew, dispersing the dust cloud in an instant. Adam narrowed his eyes, trying to discern the situation as quickly as possible, but his eyes widened when he saw what was happening on the battlefield. His reaction mirrored that of the woman.

"So, we'll train even more."

The man held an ordinary knight's sword in his hand. He stood on a piece of land surrounded by a massive crater. His facial expression was relaxed, and his lips formed a cunning smile, while his armor showed no signs of dust. It was as if the woman's attack had been merely a joke.

"W-who is he?" Adam mumbled, greatly surprised.

"HEY!" the woman shouted, diverting Adam's attention.

She approached the man, or rather, flew toward him with a flap of her demonic wings. She appeared to be in shock, her lips pouting – she looked offended. The man just laughed and patted her on the head.

"Enough, Veronica. You're already progressing so quickly; there's no need to rush."

"Huh?"

Adam rubbed his eyes and looked at the woman again, practically devouring her with his gaze. She was beautiful, very beautiful, but Amarantha's description differed greatly. She had said Veronica was a woman with a strong aura and a seductive smile. She exuded an atmosphere of a mature woman, and her hairstyle was reminiscent of Hime.

But this woman looked much younger, and her hairstyle was ordinary, though undoubtedly beautiful.

To be continued...