Extra's Harem: Invincibility Starts with Marriage and lots of Children-Chapter 82 - - Crimson Blood (2)

’!’

Kyle’s shut eyes snapped open at the sudden, sharp sound of something piercing through flesh and the feeling of a wet stream of crimson liquid drenching his hair in dampness.

His expectations of being attacked met with the realization that there was no pain in his body.

Instead, he turned around, his eyes following the line of sight until his pupils shrank at the sight before him—Prista’s body had halted mid-swing, her eyes wide in disbelief.

"Urgh... wh-what..."

A spear.

A long, dark shaft with a jagged silver tip had impaled her shoulder, piercing straight through and sending her body stumbling back, falling in mid-air with the spear’s edge pinning her against the floor.

Blood gushed out in thick streams, soaking her red robes as she stood frozen, her fingers trembling while bent over.

Her body swayed slightly as if trying to comprehend what had just happened—how she, sharing senses with the Empress, had failed to perceive an attack in time. Experience tales with novelbuddy

’Impossible…’

The realization set in like a cold dagger in her gut.

Kyle, on the other hand, blinked as he tried to make sense of it. He took a sharp breath; his momentary shock dissipated as his ears caught a rather melodious and warm voice settling deep in his troubled heart.

"Husband? Are you alright?"

The voice emitted from the room, resonating throughout the training arena. Even with widened eyes, which relaxed soon, a smile formed on his face as he turned in the direction of the voice, finally landing on the open doors of the room within the training arena.

"Wasn’t sure before, but seeing you, it feels... yeah, I am fine, wife," Kyle’s dilemma vanished as in his line of sight, Olea also trembled, turning back in the same direction as Kyle, eyes observing the room through which rushed out a deep bluish aura—following the transition of a delicate figure covered in light.

There stood Princess Aleriana Vandreat—her entire body shrouded in raging blue Qi, sapphire eyes gleaming with a violent light. A monstrous killing intent poured from her, suffocating the air within the whole training arena.

Her chest heaved as her gaze locked onto the two women—Olea clearly shocked while Prista was pinned back on the floor, Aleriana’s voice laced with venom.

"How dare you try to harm my husband?"

"P-Princess, this..." Olea’s pupils trembled, her mind realizing that from whatever happened just now, it was clear the princess was not happy with the way they treated Kyle, prompting her to reveal that she did not want to harm him, but her voice remained stuck due to witnessing someone of that level in front of her for the first time in an angered state.

"Urgh..." Prista, despite the pain, clenched her teeth, gripping the spear impaling her shoulder.

She twisted her body with sheer force, wrenching herself free from the weapon as blood sprayed onto the floor.

"Cough—clank—" Throwing the spear on the floor while with one hand clutching the wound, she glared back toward the room where she saw someone possessing the same dense Qi as the Empress Dowager—clearly making it obvious that the reason she hadn’t been able to sense the upcoming spear was probably due to this.

But before she could even stabilize herself, the air trembled—

BOOM!

The Princess lunged, her body instantly teleporting while skipping both Olea and Kyle in the middle, arriving just a few meters away from the wounded crimson-veiled woman.

The spear, now fallen on the ground, began to elevate in the air on its own, hovering as it became surrounded by a blue light clearly related to the princess’s hand, which had the same colored aura revealing that it was Qi telekinesis.

Her hand grasped the spear that automatically arrived in her hand before yanking it out in a single, fluid motion, swinging it with terrifying force.

’Shit!’ Kyle barely had time to shift his footing away from the shockwave of collision by jumping down like someone dodging a grenade before the clash erupted.

Prista raised her sword in defense—

CLANG!

The impact sent a shockwave rippling through the training arena, dust and debris flying as her feet skidded backward with enough force to break the ground beneath her.

Her arms throbbed from the sheer force behind the strike.

’Damn it... This strength—?!’

’N-no!’ Olea’s instincts flared as her mind swiftly realized that the reason the princess attacked Prista first was that Prista was injured, with clear intentions of her being next, prompting her to grip her sword as there was no time to talk here.

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She moved—vanishing from her position—her body flickering through the shadows, with an amethyst hint in the form of a light streak.

"Olea, n-no!" Kyle, whose body was lying on the ground supported by his hands, turned his head sharply as he felt things becoming too severe—

"Stay out of this," the Princess growled, her fingers flicking, sending Kyle’s body hurling back several meters before he hit the wall in a rather comfortable way.

’!?’

"Huh?" Falling down, Kyle propped his back against the wall, feeling no pain from the collision as he looked towards his body, realizing that he was currently shrouded in a protective layer of Qi, saving him from all the debris, shockwaves, and even the changes occurring inside the training arena.

"Aleria—STOP!" Kyle realized that he was being protected by Aleriana’s Qi and lifted his gaze back to her.

But there, he saw the silhouette of Olea blurring and Aleriana’s figure clashing with hers in a way that seemed to send gusts of wind.

Without even looking, Aleriana spun—the spear’s tip slicing through the air at an impossible speed.

’!’

Olea barely managed to twist her body mid-step, the tip grazing past her cheek, a thin line of blood appearing as she halted, realizing just how close that was.

Prista gritted her teeth, realizing the Princess wasn’t just stronger.

She was completely out for blood.

"You are taking it too far, Princess," Prista said, forcing herself to steady her breath, though her arm trembled slightly from the wound.

"Entering my palace, trying to kill my husband—not even the Empress would come to save you." The Princess’s response was instant as her mind, even in an enraged state, was able to analyze that no matter what happened here, given the laws, no one was going to come to save either Olea or her.

That’s exactly how the laws worked here.

You enter someone’s home at your own risk.