Reincarnated as an Evil Harem God-Chapter 32: A Silent Vow To Kill

"What the hell do you mean all of them are dead?!"

A vase flew across the dimly lit room—ornate and draped in royal decor—before crashing into a large portrait of King Aldenor of the Solandis Kingdom. The painting swayed, then fell face-down to the floor. A young woman—seventeen, maybe eighteen—barely dodged the flying vase, her heart pounding wildly. A few more centimeters and she'd be bleeding from the sharp edge of shattered clay.

The one who hurled it in fury was none other than the beautiful and powerful eldest princess of Solandis, Selphira Solandis. Her chest heaved from rage, her breasts nearly spilling out of her tight royal gown, which struggled to contain the cleavage already daring to greet daylight.

"I gave you money to hire the best of the best to kill that piece of shit!" she screamed hysterically. Another vase met her furious hands. Her silver eyes burned with fury and hatred. "And don't you fucking dare dodge this one, Elowen!"

Another ceramic missile soared.

The girl—Elowen—closed her blue eyes, bracing for impact. But it never came. A strong hand caught it mid-air.

It belonged to a man—young, perhaps twenty-eight. Perfect skin, broad shoulders, long golden hair like a lion's mane, and a noble presence carved into every motion. He wore a silver suit of armor adorned with a golden sun on the chestplate. His deep voice reached Elowen's ears like velvet fire, his breath hot against her skin as he leaned in.

"Miss Elowen of House Vaelthorn, you should leave now. I'll deal with my troublesome little sister." Then, even quieter, directly into her ear: "And I'll be expecting you in my room tonight. A favor like this... doesn't come free."

She shivered. Her body tensed. Her eyes welled with tears. She had been saved from death by none other than the crown prince—Caedron Solandis, the future king. It should have been a blessing... but the way he looked at her made her feel like prey.

Still, she couldn't disobey.

"Big Brother!" Selphira's demeanor changed instantly—her rage vanishing as she put on a sweet, shy expression, like a kitten pretending not to be a tiger.

"Elowen! Get out. We're not finished. You'll pay for the damage... all of it." She forced a smile through gritted teeth.

The girl's body tensed, trembling slightly. She knew she had been let off lightly today. Her tears threatened to burst, but she forced them down. She couldn't afford to show emotion—she was just a mere servant. In the future, she would have to bow and flatter both of them to survive.

Especially when her family sat at the bottom of the Seven Divine. The prince taking interest in her would surely please her father. Her fate was likely already sealed—as one of the many concubines of the future king.

She should have been happy. But instead, she was afraid. Disgusted.

"Yes, Honorable Princess... I shall take my leave, then," she said, her voice trembling with fear."Honorable Prince," she added with a graceful bow before turning to leave—her body still shaking.

Caedron watched Elowen's hips sway seductively as she fled the room, her bouncing ass stirring heat in his pants.

"So," he said lazily, "what's gotten you so riled up, little sister?"

Selphira pouted, her silver eyes locking with his. "That bitch. I gave her money to kill that bastard from the Elyndor family. Now they're all dead. How in the world is Sylvaris so strong?! He was only level 20—and everyone I sent was above that!"

With a frustrated huff, she threw herself onto the bed, her legs crossed tightly, arms folded under her breasts, cheeks puffed out like a pouting child. If Sylvaris saw her like this... he'd want to break her pride with his cock, just to make her moan out his name. Her barely-there outfit left nothing to the imagination, barely covering the essentials.

"Sylvaris, huh..." Caedron grabbed an apple from a silver bowl, took a bite, then sank into a red velvet couch with his legs spread wide in a commanding sprawl. "Why do you want to kill the hope of the world?"

His tone was calm, but his eyes hinted at jealousy... and something darker.

"That bastard... I—I still can't believe he left us all naked... he... he..." Her face flushed red. The cold, calculating princess persona vanished.

"BAHAHAHA!" Caedron roared with laughter, nearly choking on his apple. "That's why you're mad?! I thought he made you warm his bed or something—this is even better!" Tears welled in his eyes from laughing.

Selphira puffed her cheeks even more. She looked like a chipmunk on the verge of biting someone.

"Last year you wouldn't shut up about how badly you wanted to get close to him—you even asked me if he had a lover. Now you're trying to kill him? Haaaa... you'll kill me before you kill him."

"You—!" Her face went crimson. "T-That was just a phase, okay?! Forget about it! H-He... that bastard... the way he accepted Alveria's proposal to marry him... he..."

Her voice trailed off. She grabbed a pillow and buried her face into it. Gone was the proud, militant feminist icon of the court. In her place was a heartbroken girl who didn't know how to handle rejection.

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"Ah... now I see," Caedron muttered, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.

She's jealous of our second sister. Makes sense... even I was surprised when Alveria started sucking up to that fool. Father's too blinded by the hero's reputation to see the danger.

Sylvaris is getting too powerful. He's stealing attention... and worse—my future. Two of my sisters already want him. The kingdom praises him. I can't let him rise any further. If I want the throne, I need to kill him... before he ruins everything. A sharp, dangerous glint of killing intent flashed in his eyes.

But first... I need to find where the bastard disappeared to. If I don't, Father will kill me before I even lift a blade.

Caedron's thoughts raced. His fingers tightened around the apple. Sylvaris had made too many enemies... and the crown prince had just made a silent vow.

A battle between future kings was coming. And one of them wouldn't live to see the crown.