Heavenly Harem Sect
Chapter 245 - 245: Admiration of Sisters

[: Clarosia :]

Becoming part of the sect that my father led wasn't just about finding happiness.

It was about discovering a whole new family of sisters.

At the age of 10, being both his daughter and his disciple was a source of immeasurable joy and fulfillment.

It was within this sect that I not only found my place as his daughter but also gained numerous sisters.

Each sister became a pillar of my support, sharing not just a common path of learning and growth but also a bond that transcended blood relations.

We were a sisterhood forged by shared experiences, common goals, and the love imparted by our father-figure.

The sense of belonging that I felt within this extended family was profound.

Each day within the sect was a chapter of love that I had never been able to write previously.

Right now, I'm in a City called Mivana.

Mivana, a bustling city that sprawls across a vast expanse, boasting towering buildings, meticulously designed urban landscapes, and a vibrant culture that echoes through its streets.

With over 100 million residents, the city's prestige, ranked 100 among the numerous cities within the continent, signifies its significance and prowess on a grand scale.

Elder Sister Elizabeth, a prominent figure in the eect, entrusted with a crucial mission by your father, leads an expedition to conquer neighboring cities.

Her responsibility is not only to expand influence but also to guide and mentor a diverse group of disciples, among them being both seasoned members and newcomers like myself.

It felt like an incredible stroke of luck and happiness to be among those chosen for a mission set forth by our esteemed sect master.

The sense of pride and eagerness to serve in such a crucial endeavor was truly overwhelming.

As we gathered to plan and discuss our future activities, my Elder Sister, Malie, turned to me with a genuine curiosity, her voice laced with warmth, "Clarosia, where do you want to go later on?"

Pondering for a moment, I reminisced, and a smile found its way to my lips.

"How about that Candy Shop that we visited on our very first day here?"

I suggested, a hint of excitement dancing in my voice.

The nostalgia of that first visit to the Candy Shop enveloped me, evoking a sense of comfort and joy.

It was not just about the candies but the bond we shared.

And the simple pleasure of relishing sweet treats in each other's company.

The idea of revisiting that shop sparked a warmth in my heart.

It was a longing to relive those carefree moments.

It felt like only a brief while had passed since our arrival, perhaps just around a week.

Our group consisted of ten members, with the indisputable leader being Elder Sister Elizabeth.

Among us were six Sisters, and the remaining were children like me.

Although our sect had hundreds of thousands of disciples, Elder Sister Elizabeth and her earlier batch of Sisters were figures we all held in high regard.

They were the ones we looked up to, revered, and idolized.

Their reputation and the stories that had circulated about their achievements made them almost legendary within our sect.

Their aura they carried were like guiding stars for us, illuminating a path we aspired to follow.

Despite the vast number of disciples within our sect, these revered figures stood out, serving as beacons of inspiration for those of us who had just joined the Sect.

The sense of admiration and respect we held for them was deep.

In the hierarchy of our sect, they held the most prestigious positions.

Elder Sister Elizabeth, for instance, held the revered title of Heavenly Disciple, the highest order of the Disciple position.

Their stature extended beyond mere titles.

They possessed the highest rank in the sect's royalty hierarchy and an intimacy within the inner circle that none of us within our group could hope to rival or compete with.

Their standing was more than just titles.

It signified a level of experience, trust, and achievement that set them far apart from the rest of us.

She was among the first few wives married to our sect master, holding a significant place in his life.

Her stature was elevated further as she was an Early Empress, someone who had risen from the Noble Blessing.

Her status within the sect was aboce all of us.

While I harbored no jealousy towards my Sisters, seeing her accomplishments stirred a yearning within me.

I didn't envy them, but I longed to swiftly grow and develop the same strength and prowess.

"You really do have a sweet tooth, Clarosia," remarked one of my Elder Sisters, Rezia, as she playfully teased, ruffling my hair.

Her playful gesture brought a smile to my face, momentarily breaking the weight of my aspirations.

In that light moment, her words and actions offered a sense of warmth and love that I had never had.

"Well, I can't help it. I love candies, and apart from Father and the sect, they're the most valuable treat for me,"

I declared proudly, wearing my fondness for candies as a badge of honor.

My affection for these sweet delights stemmed from my past experiences, where they were a symbol of luxury.

Despite having the means to acquire them limitlessly now, my attachment to these treats remained unchanged.

"Alright, alright, we'll go later on,"

Sister Telly sighed in a mock surrender, recognizing my unyielding fondness for candies.

Her gentle concession was met with a surge of excitement within me.

The simple prospect of revisiting the candy shop evoked a rush of joy and anticipation.

"But we'll need to inform Elder Sister Elizabeth before making any move,"

Sister Hazia responded, a note of responsibility in her voice.

Elder Sister Elizabeth was deeply engrossed in her task to take over the city.

Despite our earnest offers to support her and serve the cause better, she had graciously declined our assistance, insisting that we take the time to enjoy our moments for ourselves.

Because of that, my respect and love for her increases.

Despite their immense authority, wealth, and prominence within our sect, I found myself drawn to love and admire my Elder Sisters even more.

Their influential positions did not hinder their kindness.

Elder Sister Elizabeth, in particular, always extended a warm hand, attempting to bridge the gap and connect with us, despite her overwhelming authority.

It wasn't just her.

Even Elder Sister Cecilia, the very first disciple ever recruited, exuded a kindness and grace that endeared her to all of us.

We affectionately referred to her as the "Holy Saint of the Sect."

The way they carried themselves with authority and yet approached us with warmth and compassion was something that deeply touched our hearts.

Their ability to blend authority with genuine kindness and approachability created a bridge that made us feel valued and cherished within the sect, despite the chasm in our statuses.

Elder Sister Crista and Megan, alongside others, continued to exhibit remarkable kindness towards us.

I had entered the sect with a preconceived notion that those in positions of authority might misuse their power.

However, my experiences proved me wrong.

It was a humbling revelation to witness their genuine care and compassion.

While joining the sect had introduced me to my father and sisters, it had also unveiled a maternal aspect.

I had Sisters as well as Mothers.

Elder Sister Fresia and Eva, in particular, embraced us, orphaned children, with a warmth we had never encountered before.

Their nurturing and affectionate approach provided a sense of belonging and love that filled a void within our hearts.

The care and tenderness they showered upon us were like a soothing balm, healing the wounds of our past.

They didn't just fill a maternal role.

They became the embodiment of motherly love, offering comfort and reassurance that we had been lacking.

Their generosity of spirit and genuine affection not only touched our hearts but also reshaped our understanding of familial bonds within the sect, making us feel whole and cherished.

They embraced us with a warmth and tenderness that felt like we were their very own children.

It wasn't limited to just a few.

Even the Elders of the Sect, like Stelia, Lydia, Becca, and numerous others, nurtured us with an unreserved love.

Their care and compassion extended so deeply that they even organized special comfort sessions for children like us yearning for maternal kindness.

In those sessions, the room would fill with children seeking the warmth and love they had longed for.

The Elders, with their comforting words and nurturing presence, created a safe haven for us, offering a kind of solace that went beyond mere words.

Their actions spoke volumes, healing the unspoken pains and yearnings we carried within us.

These moments were like a ray of sunshine in our lives, providing the maternal care and affection we had desperately craved.

The Elders' efforts not only provided us with comfort but also redefined the idea of a family within the sect, where everyone, regardless of their role or status, contributed to nurturing and healing the hearts of the young and vulnerable.

The love they bestowed upon us created a sense of security and belonging, soothing the ache for a mother's kindness that we had carried for so long.

After all, with thousands of children, there was a need for some sort of care towards us.

Even though most of the children had parents, the rest didn't and this was a sect that's considered heaven not only for the sisters, but also children like me.

And once again, I realized how fortunate I was to be blessed with such a kind father.