Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation-Chapter 567: Greed 101

Chapter 567 – Greed 101

"I still don’t get it..." Sira muttered, arms folding tighter. "How could he affect her? Dreams are Sloth’s specialty. Their playground. Not Greed’s."

Her brows furrowed, and Lux could tell she was piecing something together in her head. Sharp. Impatient.

Eros inhaled, finally stepping forward, voice quieter now. "Long time ago... Greed House used to be generous. To other Houses."

Lux gave him a look. "You mean leveraged generosity."

Eros nodded. "For connection. Influence. Favors. Greed 101. But... they didn’t just work with Pride and Envy. They worked with Lust too. And... you know I was the Crown Prince of Lust, once."

"Still hard to believe," Sira muttered.

"Zoltarin used to give me some gifts," Eros continued, ignoring her. "Items. Charms. Mostly decorative. Safe, or so I thought."

Lux exhaled slowly and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Please don’t tell me you used them all without checking enchantments. You do have a legal department, right?"

Eros rolled his eyes. "I did check. I wasn’t an idiot. Some had enchantments. Traces of Greed sigils, yes, but nothing overt. I even locked most of them away. In a separate Lust Vault. Just to be safe."

Lux nodded slowly. "Good."

"But..."

And there it was.

Lux closed his eyes. "Oh no."

"I did take one," Eros admitted, sheepish now. "Years ago. I thought Azithra would like it. It was... delicate. A hairpin. Looked like a vine. Curled into a flower."

Lux opened his eyes again. "And you gave it to her."

"Yes. Fifty years ago."

"Fifty."

Eros raised both palms. "What? It was sweet! She liked nature motifs."

"And you didn’t think to recheck it in the last fifty years?" Sira snapped.

"I did!" Eros groaned. "It passed all the scans. Enchantment levels were low. Looked clean."

Lux’s head tilted slightly. His eyes began to glow faint red again.

"Maybe it was clean," he said. "But dormant."

Eros’s face twitched. "But why now? Why wake up after all this time?"

Lux’s voice was flat. "Because maybe Zoltarin just got the power now."

Silence.

Like the whole room held its breath.

Lullaby stepped forward. Her bare feet padded softly against the smooth marble. She knelt near the glass coffin, palm hovering above the air just over Azithra’s head.

"Can I...?" she asked softly.

Eros nodded once. "It should still be in her hair."

Lux’s gaze shifted. And there it was. Subtle. Almost invisible unless you knew where to look.

The hairpin was nestled into Azithra’s curls, coiled like ivy. The flower tip shimmered faintly, barely perceptible even to demon eyes. It wasn’t humming with power. Wasn’t dark or cursed-looking. If anything, it looked... soft. Elegant. Gentle.

Which made it worse.

Lullaby reached down slowly. Her fingers were glowing now. That sleepy, misty aura around her shifting with intention. She didn’t just pluck the pin. She coaxed it. Like pulling a thorn out of an ancient dream.

She held it up between her fingers.

"Looks harmless," she murmured.

Lux didn’t touch it.

He didn’t need to.

His pupils narrowed as his system overlays flickered across his vision.

[System Scan: Activated]

[Item Identified: Veiled Vine of Devouring Dream]

[Type: Artifact – Greed Class, Subtle Curse Channel]

[Status: Dormant – Reactivated by External Signal]

[Current Function: Mind Veil – Internal Conflict, Emotional Anchor Override]

[Secondary Trait: Signal Conduit – Tracking Enabled]

[Source: Threaded with Greed-laced runes encoded beneath visual spectrum. Mana signature woven with Lust resonance for camouflage.]

[Estimated creation date: 512 years ago.]

"Yeah," Lux muttered. "That’s the source. Hidden like a b*tch under Lust resonance. Blended in just enough to not trip any security protocols."

Eros leaned closer. "Can you destroy it?"

But before Lux could answer, Lullaby spoke again.

"No," she said. "Don’t. I can use it."

Both men turned to her.

Lullaby’s eyes were glowing. But not white like a Sloth priestess. They were shimmering red now. Sharp. Lucid. Dreamwalking precision mode.

"I can reverse it," she said. "Dream magic works both ways. This thing is a signal line, but if I manipulate the flow..."

She raised her other hand, and the air around her shimmered.

The pin hovered above her palm now. Threads of energy, light blue and deep violet, coiled around it. Like vines growing in reverse. Unfolding the secret. Layer by layer.

Lux watched carefully. "Can you do it without notifying Zoltarin up?"

Lullaby didn’t answer at first.

She just stared at the hairpin.

No, not stared. Studied. Like it was a puzzle only she could see. Her expression had gone still, eerily focused. Her irises shimmered faint violet as dream-mana flared behind them. Light cracked over her shoulders like unseen wings flexing, slow and weightless.

The scent of poppy milk and cherry wine seeped into the air. The room darkened. Or maybe it just felt that way, like space bent inward.

"I’m not sure," she finally murmured, fingers twitching just above Azithra’s hairline. "This enchantment’s tied to her breath. Her dreams. Any shift could echo back."

Sira crossed her arms, the quiet tension in her jaw betraying how much she hated waiting. "Lux... what’s your plan?"

Lux exhaled and glanced at the hairpin again, his voice dropping. "If she can do it without alerting him... then I might be able to use it to get into Zoltarin’s network."

Ely tilted her head, confusion creasing her brow. "Get in the network? Like... like an actual network? Like the internet?"

Sira answered before Lux could. "Kinda like that. But we’re talking InfernalNet, not mortal fiber optics. Ours is older. Deeper. Made of raw demonic power, mana weaved into gridlines by seven sins. No satellites. No wires. Just will and code."

"Zoltarin’s network," Lux muttered, "is probably the most dangerous part of him. It’s not just surveillance. It’s leverage. If I could get in—"

"Then you could destroy it from inside," Sira finished. "Ypu are planning to fight him again in the network," she deadpanned.

Lux didn’t smile.

He looked at Azithra. Her lashes didn’t flutter. Her lips didn’t part. Her breath barely moved.

She was still sleeping like a princess in some cursed fairytale.