Emperor's harem: Transmigrated with SSS mana talent
Chapter 105: [You’re evil]

Chapter 105: [You’re evil]

He opened his mouth. Closed it.

Rubbed his eyes.

Then muttered, flatly—

"...Seriously?"

Kael just stood there, deadpan, watching two powerful women claw the life out of each other like feral cats in a collapsing pet store.

Behind him?

Screams.

Fire.

Valrok was halfway through ripping a reinforced mana-barriers like it was wet paper. A disciple flew through the air, pinwheeling.

Somewhere, someone was yelling about intestines—possibly theirs.

But Selene and Elara?

They were too busy trying to gouge each other’s eyes out.

"Mine!"

"No, mine!"

"HE HELD MY HAND FIRST!"

"HE HELD MY SOUL, you hag!"

Kael’s brow twitched.

Not the time.

He took one cautious step forward, raising both hands like someone trying to calm two very angry bears.

"Hey. Ladies. Small suggestion. Maybe—just maybe—we table this until after we’re not all about to die?"

Selene snarled. "Stay out of this!"

Elara bared her teeth. "Yeah, unless you’re going to pick a side!"

Kael blinked.

"...I pick the side that isn’t under a giant lizard’s foot in five seconds."

Then—

BOOM.

A massive shockwave slammed into them—Valrok’s tail smashing through a giant stone, sending debris flying like shrapnel.

Kael stumbled, shielding his face.

The girls froze—finally.

Elara sat up, hair wild, bleeding from a scratch across her cheek.

"What... was that?"

Kael pointed behind them without looking.

"That," he said, "is the sound of a Rank 4 beast realizing it’s bleeding and very mad about it."

Selene’s eyes widened. "Wait... why is it bleeding?"

Kael coughed.

"...Minor rock incident."

Their jaws dropped.

Kael offered a sheepish shrug.

"I thought its face looked smug."

Another impact rocked the ground. Trees toppled. The air turned thick with ash and heat.

Kael glanced toward the treeline.

"We’ve got about twenty seconds before the air fills with death and regret.

So either you run with me, or you continue your dirt wrestling match and see if Valrok prefers crunchy or chewy."

Selene and Elara exchanged looks.

Then stood.

Quickly.

Elara muttered, "This isn’t over."

Selene hissed, "Not even close."

Kael sighed

"Yup. Priorities."

A fresh shockwave rocked the battlefield, sending dirt, blood, and broken pride into the air.

All three of them—Kael, Selene, and Elara—snapped their heads toward the beast.

Kael squinted.

"Ah," he muttered. "The grown-ups finally decided to show up."

From the smoke emerged two elders.

The first was from the War God Temple—towering, bulky, and, for absolutely no discernible reason, shirtless.

Apparently, biceps were part of his religious doctrine.

The second, aged and swaying slightly, wore the ceremonial robes of a priest from the Night Goddess Church.

He chanted steadily, hands weaving ancient runes with the calmness of someone counting sheep instead of sealing a monster.

Darius moved beside them, adding his weight to the formation.

Together, they struck—casting sigils, forming barriers, conjuring glowing chains that circled Valrok like hungry serpents.

In the distance, Eiden was yelling. "Don’t kill it—just cage it!"

Kael looked around.

About fifty percent of the Rank 3 magicians were still breathing.

Most were covered in burns or bleeding from places that shouldn’t normally bleed—but alive.

Then, finally, the chains struck home.

A thunderous crack echoed as the Night Goddess elder’s spell landed.

Starlit bindings lashed across Valrok’s massive form, dragging it to the earth.

The beast howled, thrashed... and then slumped.

Trapped.

Kael clicked his tongue.

"Took them long enough."

But no one relaxed.

Not really.

Because Valrok’s blood was already spreading.

Thick. Dark.

Glimmering with unnatural sheen.

It oozed from the gashes across its chest and neck, soaking into the dirt, steam rising in lazy curls.

The stench hit next—metallic and wrong. Too strong. Too alive.

Kael’s eyes narrowed. He knew that smell.

It wasn’t just blood.

It was a signal.

A call.

And others would answer it.

These things didn’t die alone.

The survivors scrambled toward the remaining carriages, panic driving their legs faster than reason.

Several disciples were already piling into the princess’s carriage—one of the few left intact.

Elara started toward it too.

But Kael caught her wrist.

She jerked around.

"What are you doing?! They’re taking our carriage!"

Kael didn’t even flinch. "Let them."

Elara froze. "Let them? What—why—"

Confusion flashed across her face... then something clicked.

Her eyes widened.

She turned slowly, gaze drifting toward the treeline where the beasts had first emerged.

Then to the still-smoking battlefield.

Then to the direction Valrok had charged from—straight for them.

Too straight.

Too precise.

"...Wait," she whispered.

Why were all the beasts attacking our camp?

And why would a Rank 4 like Valrok—who should be hibernating—come charging straight at us like it knew where to go?

Elara’s voice dropped.

"You lured them... You lured the beasts to us."

Still, Kael said nothing.

Only gave a faint shrug, like someone admitting to sprinkling extra salt on food—not orchestrating a massacre.

Finally, he spoke.

"Just a little alchemy. Bag of scentless, tasteless, colorless powder.

Nothing special."

He gestured vaguely.

"Hung it from the axle of your carriage.

The kind that attracts anything that loves a good hunt.

Didn’t expect that Rank 4 bastard, though."

Elara stared at him, stunned.

Speechless.

Her eyes flicked toward the distant carriages now speeding away—filled with battered survivors, desperate to flee.

Because those who had come to hunt a devil...

Were now being hunted by something far worse.

The elders were already aboard.

Every Rank 3 magician who could still stand had scrambled in.

Eiden, Darius, Selina, Ronan... all of them.

Unaware.

Completely unaware.

They didn’t know.

Didn’t know the very thing they rode in would call death down upon them.

Elara exhaled shakily.

Her eyes darkened. "You’re evil," she whispered.

As Kael opened his mouth to reply—

GRRRRRRRRRR.

The sound rumbled from deep within the forest. Low. Guttural. Wrong.

Not one beast.

Many.

Kael froze for half a heartbeat.

Then muttered, "Oh no."

He turned on his heel. "They’re coming. Run."

Elara didn’t wait. "Follow me!"

She darted into the trees, robes catching on branches, hair whipping behind her.

Selene hesitated—only for a breath—then looked at Kael.

He met her eyes.

And nodded once.

That was enough.

The three of them—Elara, Selene, Kael—vanished into the forest, feet pounding against the earth, weaving through gnarled roots and ash-stained leaves.

Behind them, the carriages had already vanished down the main path—toward whatever waited.

Kael didn’t look back.

But he was grinning.

Not wildly. Not cruelly.

Just... knowingly.

As if everything was moving exactly as he intended.

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