Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation

Chapter 941 – Traceless

Gula said, ”Anyway, I’ll stay here for a while.”

Lux’s hand paused over the coffee bell.

Not because he was shocked.

He was not shocked.

At this point, another daughter of a Sin Lord announcing she was moving into his mansion was no longer a crisis. It was becoming a housing policy.

Still.

He looked at her slowly.

”The reason?”

Gula leaned back against the sofa, lollipop between her lips, cotton-candy hair spilling around her shoulders like a dessert cloud that had become royalty and developed dangerous opinions.

”I need to know more about the crazy demon we all decided to follow.”

Lux blinked.

Once.

Then he looked at Sira.

Sira smiled innocently.

Lux looked at Lullaby.

Lullaby hugged her pillow and looked sleepy.

Lux looked back at Gula.

”We all?”

Gula pulled the lollipop from her lips with a soft pop.

”You heard me.”

”That sounds like an organization.”

”It might become one.”

”Wonderful,” Lux muttered. ”My vacation has developed a board of directors.”

Sira grinned. ”A harem board.”

Gula laughed softly, then leaned forward. The humor didn’t disappear, but something sharper slipped underneath it.

Her eyes, sweet and lazy at first glance, focused on Lux with the kind of attention that made him remember she was Gluttony’s daughter. Hunger wasn’t always about food. Sometimes it was information. Sometimes loyalty. Sometimes revenge was wrapped in sugar and handed over with a smile.

”That new Envy heiress,” she said. ”You helped her claim her position back, right?”

Lux did not move.

Gula smiled.

”Cyrinne.”

Lux studied Gula for a moment, then his expression shifted.

Not guilt.

Not alarm.

Interest.

His lips curved slowly.

”Oh,” he said. ”You know about Cyrinne.”

Gula’s smirk deepened. ”I talked to her.”

Lux leaned back slightly.

”I’m her childhood friend,” Gula continued.

Gula looked down at the chocolate plate. Her fingers hovered over one piece but did not take it yet. For someone from Gluttony, that hesitation alone said more than most speeches.

”I saw what happened to her,” she said quietly. ”I saw her get abused by her own family. Treated worse than a servant even though her mother was a noble warrior.”

Lux’s face stayed calm.

He knew Cyrinne’s story.

Not all of it. No one ever knew all of someone’s suffering unless they had lived inside it. But he knew enough. Enough to understand why her smile had carried blades behind it. Enough to recognize a survivor when she held herself too straight and spoke too softly.

Gula’s fingers finally took the chocolate.

”But rules are rules,” she murmured, and her voice carried disgust beneath the sweetness. ”Other houses can’t stick their noses into another house’s internal affairs.”

Sira’s expression darkened.

That was one of Hell’s favorite excuses.

Rules.

Hierarchy.

Bloodline autonomy.

House sovereignty.

Elegant phrases for letting people suffer behind closed doors because interference was politically inconvenient.

Gula popped the chocolate into her mouth and chewed slowly.

”I could only send her food once in a while,” she said. ”Some sweets. Some meat. Some things servants wouldn’t question. I told her to hang on.”

Her smile returned, but it wasn’t playful now.

”While you...”

Lux looked at her.

Gula leaned toward him, eyes gleaming.

”You pulled the strings.”

Sira watched him closely.

Lullaby hugged her pillow tighter.

Lux said nothing.

Gula lifted one finger.

”Invisible.”

Second finger.

”Simple help.”

Third.

”Simple bait.”

Fourth.

”Simple information.”

Fifth.

”Simple hack.”

Then she smiled.

”Clean. Traceless.”

Lux’s eyes narrowed with mild amusement. ”You make it sound poetic.”

”It was.”

”It was operational.”

”Same thing, if done beautifully.”

Lux almost smiled.

Gula continued, ”And suddenly, she could reach the Envy ancient artifact. Suddenly, her power rose. Suddenly, Vira died.”

The room went still.

Not from fear.

From acknowledgment.

Because Vira’s death had not been a small thing.

It had shifted Envy.

It had awakened attention.

It had made nobles whisper and servants smile in corners where their masters could not hear.

”No one knew how and why it could happened that fast,” Gula said. ”I didn’t know either.”

Her gaze locked with Lux’s.

”Not until Cyrinne told me.”

Lux held her stare. The mansion felt too quiet around them.

Finally, Lux said, ”I see.”

That was all.

Just acceptance that the truth had reached someone else.

Gula’s smile softened a little. ”She trusts you. I trust you.”

Lux’s expression shifted subtly. ”Then... Thank you for your trust.”

Gula’s smirk returned immediately, like she disliked leaving sincerity naked for too long. ”Don’t thank me yet.”

She picked up a chocolate and held it toward him.

Lux looked at it.

Then at her.

Lux sighed, but leaned forward slightly and accepted the chocolate from Gula’s fingers. The flavor melted across his tongue. Dark. Rich. A little bitter. Good.

Gula watched him with satisfaction.

”Don’t disappoint me, Greed.”

Lux swallowed. His smile returned, smooth and dangerous.

”I rarely disappoint investors.”

”I’m not investing.”

”No?”

She stood, lollipop returning to her lips. ”I’m betting.”

Lux’s gaze sharpened.

That was different.

More personal.

Lullaby stood too, pillow still in her arms. ”I’ll take her to her room.”

Lux glanced at her. ”You’re awake enough to guide someone?”

Lullaby nodded. Then blinked slowly. ”Probably.”

”That is not reassuring.”

”She’s lovable,” Sira said.

Lullaby smiled softly at that, and for a second she looked so sweet Lux almost forgot she was the daughter of Sloth and therefore probably capable of putting an entire battlefield to sleep if annoyed.

The two girls moved toward the hallway.

Then, because Sin Lord daughters had no respect for normal architecture, they disappeared through a lazy swirl of demonic mist before reaching the stairs.

Lux stared at the spot where they vanished.

Then slowly looked at Sira.

”So.”

Sira leaned back on the sofa with the smug posture of someone who had known something before him and had enjoyed not telling him.

Lux narrowed his eyes. ”The houses all made their moves faster than I expected.”

”They did,” Sira said. ”It’s because the king moved,” she added.

Lux looked toward the ceiling for a moment. ”I guess.”

His voice was casual.

His face was not.

Behind his eyes, calculations began stacking again.

Kaelmor had thrown his announcement into the realm like a stone into black water, and now every old monster, noble heir, and hidden faction was watching the ripples.

Lux huffed. ”System.”

[Awaiting Command.]

”Tell me my status.”