Harem Master: Seduction System

Chapter 136: Eskil’s Plan

The morning sun peeked through the curtains, casting soft golden rays over the room. The air was thick with the remnants of last night—warmth, exhaustion, and an undeniable sense of satisfaction.

Iridelle stirred, her body humming with a pleasant soreness. Every muscle ached in ways she hadn’t expected, and yet, there was an odd sense of triumph mixed in. She stretched lazily, only to wince as her legs protested the movement.

’Okay… that was… intense,’ she thought, rolling onto her side, pulling the sheets up to her chin. ’And by intense, I mean… Alaric is a menace. A complete, reckless, insatiable menace.’

She turned her head slightly and found Alaric still beside her, his chest rising and falling in slow, even breaths. The normally sharp-eyed, quick-tongued noble looked oddly peaceful in sleep—his messy hair sprawled over the pillow, lips slightly parted. He had an arm draped over her waist, like he had claimed her as his possession overnight.

A flush of heat rushed to her cheeks at the memory of exactly how he had done that.

’Goddesses, how am I supposed to look him in the eye after this?’ she thought, covering her face with her hands. ’Or anyone else, for that matter. I probably look like I got run over by a warhorse.’

She peeked under the sheets, confirming her suspicions. Bruises—dark, finger-shaped marks on her hips and thighs.

’Yeah. Definitely a menace.’

But despite her embarrassment, a smile tugged at her lips. Because it had been worth it. Every second.

Still, there was something else. A strange, electric energy tingling under her skin, like something inside her had been set ablaze. Instinctively, she reached inward, focusing on her magic circuits—the intricate pathways that channeled her magical energy. Her heart nearly stopped.

’Wait. No way.’

She flexed her fingers, drawing on her mana, and felt it surge through her veins, stronger, more refined. She could see it now—sharper senses, clearer vision. She could feel magic in the air, pulsing, responding to her.

’I’ve… advanced?’

It took a second for the realization to sink in, and when it did, she sat up so quickly that the sheets nearly slid off her.

”I’m an Adept Mage?” she muttered aloud, disbelief lacing her tone. ”What in the—”

Alaric groaned beside her, cracking one eye open. His voice was groggy, laced with amusement. ”Morning to you too. Didn’t peg you for the type to wake up shouting self-affirmations.”

Iridelle turned to him, her expression torn between astonishment and frustration. ”No, you don’t get it! I—I just advanced! Last night I was a Novice Mage, and now I’m Adept!”

That caught his attention. His brows furrowed slightly as he fully opened his eyes, scanning her face. ”…Seriously?”

She nodded frantically. ”It’s like my circuits just… broke past a barrier. I feel different. More powerful.”

Alaric hummed thoughtfully, propping himself up on one elbow. His smirk returned, lazy and amused. ”Well. I did tell you I’m a good teacher.”

Iridelle rolled her eyes. ”Oh, please. Don’t tell me you’re going to take credit for my magical advancement now.”

”Who else gets the credit?” He stretched, cracking his neck before flashing her a smug grin. ”I’d say my, uh, thorough lessons had something to do with it.”

”Thorough—? You menace! That’s not how magical advancements work!”

He only laughed, ruffling her hair before flopping back onto the bed. ”You sure? Because if it worked once…”

Iridelle smacked his arm, though the gesture lacked real force.

She was still trying to process what this meant for her—what this newfound power could do.

’No more struggling with my enchantments. No more worrying about my mana reserves. I can actually do something now.’

She glanced at Alaric, who was now staring at the ceiling, an oddly thoughtful expression settling over his face.

”What about you?” she asked, tilting her head. ”Did you, uh… get anything from last night?”

Alaric blinked before a slow smirk spread across his face. ”Oh, I got plenty.”

A split second later, a sharp ding! echoed in his mind, and text flashed before his eyes:

[Ding! Congratulations! You have gained 9,000,000 Experience Points!]

[Ding! You have leveled up to Level 52!]

Alaric let out a silent whistle, feeling the surge of power settle into his bones. ’Harem God System, you truly work in mysterious ways.’

He turned his attention back to Iridelle, who was still staring at him expectantly.

”…Yeah,” he said, stretching lazily. ”Let’s just say I had a productive night, too.”

She narrowed her eyes. ”You’re hiding something.”

”I always hide things,” he said easily, patting her head. ”It’s part of my charm.”

”Menace,” she muttered again.

Alaric chuckled, sitting up fully. ”Alright, as fun as this morning chat is, I need to get moving.”

She blinked. ”Moving? Where?”

”To see Rosalind,” he said. ”Business never sleeps, and I’ve got plans to put in motion.”

Iridelle pouted. ”So much for basking in the afterglow.”

Alaric leaned down, pressing a kiss to her forehead. ”Trust me. We’ll have more afterglows.”

With that, he slipped out of bed, dressed quickly, and left, heading towards Rosalind’s chambers.

He knew she would be awake and ready to discuss business. He found her poring over a stack of documents, her brow furrowed in concentration.

”Morning, Rosie,” he greeted, his voice casual. ”Busy as always, I see.”

Rosalind looked up, a smile gracing her lips. ”Morning, Alaric,” she replied. ”Just trying to keep up with the… explosive growth of our enterprises.”

Alaric chuckled. ”Things are certainly… heating up, aren’t they?”

He sat down beside her, pulling her into a gentle embrace. ”We need to talk strategy,” he said, his voice turning serious. ”We need to solidify our position, build alliances, and identify our rivals.”

Rosalind nodded, her expression turning thoughtful. ”I’ve already been working on that,” she said. ”I’ve compiled a list of families and organizations, categorized by their… friendliness towards us.”

”Excellent,” Alaric said. ”We’ll start by providing our allies with the ’Phones’. It’s a gesture of goodwill, a way to strengthen our bonds. And it will give them a strategic advantage against our rivals.”

”And what about our enemies?” Rosalind asked.

Alaric smirked. ”They get nothing,” he replied. ”Let them rely on their archaic methods of communication. We’ll use their lack of access to our advantage.”

He then shifted his focus to the business side of things. ”Your parents are doing a great job managing our enterprises,” he said. ”But we need to be more aggressive. We need to acquire more land, secure key locations, and gain control of vital resources.”

”I’ve been working on that too,” Rosalind said. ”I’ve identified several promising mines and strategic locations that we should acquire. They’ll be crucial for your future projects.”

Alaric nodded, his mind already racing with ideas. ”I’ll be developing more artifacts,” he said. ”And we’ll need a steady supply of raw materials. Make sure we secure those resources, Rosie. They’ll be worth their weight in gold.”

Rosalind smiled, her eyes gleaming with ambition. ”Don’t worry, Alaric,” she said. ”I won’t let you down. We’ll build an empire together.”

Alaric pulled her closer, his lips brushing against hers. ”I know you will, Rosie,” he whispered. ”You’re the best partner a man could ask for.”

He then stood up, a determined glint in his eyes. ”Now, let’s get to work,” he said. ”We have a kingdom to conquer.”

He left Rosalind’s chambers, his mind already planning their next move.

~~

On the eastern borders, Eskil paced back and forth in his cramped command tent, frustration practically radiating off him in waves. His brow was furrowed, and his mind churned with a cocktail of conflicting emotions. For months he had labored tirelessly to build influence, forge alliances, and set himself up for greater power. Now, his careful plans were under threat by events he could neither control nor ignore.

”Of all the people they could choose to befriend,” he muttered bitterly, the sarcasm heavy in his voice, ”it has to be him. My nemesis.”

Eskil’s thoughts raced as he remembered the directive given to two noble heirs—Zoran Hylaris and Danica Olendir—from their respective families. Both heirs were on the verge of inheriting vast fortunes and titles, and both had been instructed to cozy up to Alaric Steele. Alaric, with his charismatic presence and the magical ’Phone’ that had turned the kingdom upside down, was suddenly the key to unlocking their families’ future wealth and influence.

’They want the Phones, and they’re willing to grovel for him. Of course they are,’ he thought bitterly, clenching his fists. ’I’ve spent months building my own alliances, pouring resources into every campaign, and now they’re handing everything over to that arrogant prick!’

Eskil’s irritation bubbled over as he paced, each step echoing his frustration. ”It’s like feeding the enemy,” he murmured to himself, his tone laced with exasperation. The ’Phone’ was the most coveted item in the kingdom—a symbol of status and a tool of incredible power. And now, these heirs, desperate to secure their inheritance, were lining up to bask in Alaric’s glow.

He stopped suddenly, leaning against a rough-hewn table in his tent. ’This is infuriating. I’m supposed to be the mastermind here, yet I’m forced to watch as my carefully cultivated influence enriches my enemy.’ The taste of defeat was bitter on his tongue, and he could feel the heat of anger rising in his chest.

That night, as Eskil lay awake in a small, spartan cot in his tent, his mind churned with the day’s events. The dark hours brought no relief, only more plotting and scheming. The dim light of a flickering oil lamp danced on the canvas walls, and his thoughts were interrupted by the soft rustle of paper. A messenger had arrived with a letter.

Eskil’s hands trembled slightly as he broke the seal and unfolded the parchment. It was from his master, Gideon, a man whose word carried weight in the shadowy circles of the Phantom Assembly. As Eskil read, his eyes widened in surprise. The letter informed him that the Steele family would soon be shipping hundreds of ’Phones’ to the Phantom Assembly. Even more shockingly, Gideon noted that he had secured two devices—one for himself and one for Eskil. Now, Gideon and Eskil would be able to communicate directly via these mystical devices.

”This is… unexpected,” Eskil murmured under his breath. His mind raced. ”How did they…?” he wondered aloud.

He recalled the rumors that only a hundred Phones had ever been created, distributed among the kingdom’s most influential nobles and merchants. Now, hundreds of them were destined for the Phantom Assembly. It was absurd. The numbers didn’t add up.

’Unless…’ Eskil’s eyes narrowed as he considered the possibility. ’Unless the devices are coming directly from the source. From the Steele family itself.’

The realization hit him like a bolt of lightning. There was only one explanation. The Steele family must have a secret contact within the Phantom Assembly—someone with high-level access who could divert large shipments of these coveted devices.

’It makes sense,’ Eskil thought, a chill running down his spine. ’Alaric… he’s connected. He’s part of the Phantom Assembly.’

The more he considered it, the more it seemed to fit. Alaric’s sudden rise to power, his access to advanced technology, his influence… it all pointed to a connection with the shadowy organization.

’Gideon must have only recently discovered this,’ Eskil mused, recalling the wording of the letter. ’The large shipment of ’Phones’… that must have been the trigger.’

A flicker of hope ignited within him. This revelation, this connection between the Steeles and the Phantom Assembly, could be his chance. A chance to not only acquire hundreds of ’Phones’ for himself but also expose this secret alliance!

Eskil grabbed a fresh sheet of parchment and began scribbling his reply to Gideon.

”I need details on the shipment. Where it’s coming from. Where it’s being delivered. Who is handling the exchange. If we can intercept it, we could either secure more devices for ourselves or expose the connection between Steele and the Assembly…”

Eskil paused, considering his options.

There were two ways this could go.

Option One: He could steal the shipment. With the Phantom Assembly hoarding hundreds of ’Phones,’ they were bound to be vulnerable at some point. If he could intercept even a fraction of that cargo, he’d have an enormous advantage and could also use it to develop connections with atleast a few Noble Families.

Option Two: He could expose the deal. If he leaked information that Alaric Steele was secretly supplying the Phantom Assembly, it would cause a scandal of epic proportions. The noble houses—many of whom were desperately trying to keep their hands clean—would turn on Alaric.

Both options were deliciously tempting.

He sealed the letter and handed it off to his messenger, who left immediately.

Eskil leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms behind his head.

’Oh, Alaric,’ he thought with a grin, ’you have no idea what’s coming.’

For the first time in weeks, Eskil felt like he was winning.

~~

The days after Eskil’s furious musings passed in a blur of plotting and restless pacing. Now, a few days later, his command tent at the Eastern Borders buzzed with an unusual mixture of tension and excitement.

He had just received a letter from his master, Gideon. Eskil snatched it up, his heart thumping with a mix of anticipation and mischief.

He broke the seal and read aloud, ”Eskil, be advised that a large shipment of Phones will be transported to our warehouse in the city of Ravencrest. The route will pass through the Whispering Pines, and the expected delivery is between 0200 and 0400 hours on the 17th. Maintain utmost secrecy and act accordingly.

Sincerely, Gideon.’”

Eskil’s eyes narrowed as he re-read the letter.

’Ravencrest, Whispering Pines… This is our chance,’ he mused with a self-satisfied grin.

He quickly gathered his most trusted allies—those rugged soldiers and battle-hardened mages stationed on the Eastern Borders, known for their martial prowess and unyielding righteousness. In a makeshift war room lit by a single, flickering lantern, he addressed them in a low, determined tone.

”Listen up, everyone!” Eskil began, voice echoing in the cramped space. ”I’ve heard word from one of my spies that the Phantom Assembly is planning to receive a large shipment in Ravencrest.”

A burly sergeant, muscles rippling under his armor, snorted. ”Phantom Assembly? You mean that shadowy bunch we’ve been hearing about in hushed tones?”

Eskil nodded, his eyes glittering with barely concealed excitement. ”Exactly. Now, I don’t know what they’re shipping, but if it’s as important as the rumors say, we can’t let it fall into their hands.”

A lithe mage with a scar across her cheek raised an eyebrow. ”And what if it’s just a bunch of overpriced baubles?”

”Maybe,” Eskil replied with a casual shrug, ”but I’d rather be safe than sorry. Besides, every piece of equipment they get only strengthens their position. And you know how I feel about letting the enemy have any advantage.”

His tone was serious, yet undercut with a hint of sardonic humor. ’I mean, come on—if they get more Phones, it’s like handing them the keys to the kingdom!’ he thought silently.

Another ally, a grizzled veteran named Captain Brannon, leaned forward. ”So, what’s the plan, Eskil? We can’t just barge in without a strategy. Our positions here are vital.”

Eskil smiled, tapping his chin thoughtfully. ”Here’s what we’re going to do. I want a small task force to leave immediately. You lot will be our forward observers. We’ll intercept the shipment somewhere along the route in the Whispering Pines. I only have a vague time window for the shipment—should be enough for us to reach the designated area.”

A young soldier piped up, ”But Major, what about our subordinates? They’ll be left here at the Eastern Borders, right?”

”Correct,” Eskil replied with a nod, his tone brisk and confident. ”But trust me, they’re more than capable of holding the line. I’ve selected the best among them as substitutes. We’re not abandoning our posts—we’re simply reallocating our best talent for this one crucial mission.”

A collective murmur of agreement filled the room. Even the skeptical mage looked mildly reassured.

”Now, let me be clear,” Eskil continued, his voice rising with passion, ”our goal is to prevent the Phantom Assembly from getting their hands on whatever’s in that shipment. I’m not saying I know exactly what’s inside, but if it can tip the balance of power, then we act. We act now, and we act decisively.”

Captain Brannon’s deep voice rumbled, ”Understood, Major. We’ll secure Ravencrest. But what if we’re walking into a trap?”

Eskil’s eyes twinkled with humor as he replied, ”Then we’ll dance with it. Besides, I’d prefer a trap that leads to our enemies tripping over their own shoelaces.”

A few of his soldiers chuckled softly, the tension easing for a moment in the dim light of their makeshift war room.

’Oh, Eskil,’ thought one of the mages, ”only he could joke about enemy traps while planning a covert operation.”

”Alright, everyone,” Eskil said, clapping his hands together. ”Our plan is simple. We split into two groups. Group A, led by Captain Brannon, will secure the perimeter and hold our position at the Eastern Borders. Group B, under my direct command, will head to Ravencrest via the Whispering Pines.”

He paused, scanning the faces of his loyal allies. ”I need you all to be on your guard. If anything seems amiss, report back immediately. We’re not taking any unnecessary risks here.”

A tall, burly mage with a shock of silver hair, known as Magus Calder, stepped forward. ”Major, if you’d permit me, I have a few tricks up my sleeve that might come in handy. I can cast illusions to cover our approach if necessary.”

Eskil grinned. ”Excellent, Calder. Your talents never cease to amaze me. Use them wisely.”

As the meeting concluded, Eskil gathered his gear and prepared for departure. He was a man on a mission, his mind racing with plans and contingencies. ’This is it,’ he thought. ’My chance to finally outmaneuver Alaric Steele.”

Before leaving, he scribbled a few more notes on his personal scroll. Among them was a list of key checkpoints along the route and a detailed schedule of the shipment’s expected travel times. He folded the scroll neatly and tucked it into his belt.

With his allies by his side, Eskil led Group B out of the command tent. Their footsteps echoed against the stone floor as they set off towards Ravencrest, leaving behind their subordinates who would hold the Eastern Borders.

The journey was fraught with both tension and the occasional burst of humor. As they marched through the rugged terrain of the Whispering Pines, Eskil kept the mood light with sarcastic quips and practical jokes.

”So,” Captain Brannon asked during a brief pause, ”what do you suppose is in this mysterious shipment? Some enchanted teacups that brew the perfect cup of coffee?”

Eskil smirked. ”If it were teacups, I’d personally invite the entire Phantom Assembly for a tea party. But no, my friend, I suspect it’s something far more potent—tools that could shift the balance of power in our favor.”

Magus Calder, trailing a few paces behind, added with a chuckle, ”Imagine if they’re shipping magic-powered mustaches. I’d love to see the look on their faces when they grow them overnight.”

Everyone laughed, even as the seriousness of their mission loomed. Private Harrow muttered, ”I just hope none of these magical mustaches get in our way during a fight.”

Eskil shook his head, his eyes scanning the horizon. ’Stay focused, you idiots,’ he thought, though he couldn’t help but smile at their banter.

As dusk began to fall, the group neared the outskirts of Ravencrest. The city’s silhouette loomed against the twilight sky—a mixture of towering spires and crumbling fortifications.

Eskil motioned for silence as they approached a hidden clearing. ”This is it,” he whispered. ”According to my intel, the shipment is due to arrive here shortly. Everyone, take your positions.”

The soldiers and mages fanned out, their expressions a blend of determination and nervous anticipation. Eskil crouched behind a large boulder, his keen eyes fixed on the winding road that led to the warehouse district of Ravencrest.

’Let’s see what secrets those Phones hold,’ he mused silently, excitement and spite mingling in his veins. ’Time to show Alaric that no one is immune to a little sabotage.’

It wasn’t long before the distant rumble of a carriage filled the air. The group tensed, and Eskil signaled for silence. The carriage rolled slowly along the road, its wheels crunching on gravel. In the dim light, they could make out crates marked with the unmistakable insignia of the Steele family.

”Look sharp,” Eskil hissed into his communicator. ”Remember, we don’t know exactly what’s in those crates. It could be weapons or it could be… something else. Our job is to intercept, secure, and if necessary, destroy.”

The soldiers exchanged glances, nodding in grim understanding. None of them knew Eskil’s true allegiance or his hidden connection to the Phantom Assembly. To them, he was the righteous Major determined to stop the enemy from gaining any advantage.

A tense silence descended as the carriage came to a stop near an abandoned warehouse. Eskil’s heart pounded as he signaled his team to move. ”Now, everyone,” he whispered, ”let’s move in quietly.”

The team advanced through the underbrush, every step measured and silent. Eskil’s mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. ’I can’t wait to see the look on Alaric’s smug face when he finds out his precious Phones have been intercepted. This is going to be glorious!’

They reached the warehouse’s side door and huddled behind a stack of old crates. Eskil motioned for Magus Calder to cast a minor illusion to cover their advance. Calder nodded, murmuring incantations as a thin veil of shimmering mist enveloped their position.

”Alright, everyone,” Eskil said in a hushed tone, ”we’re in position. Keep your eyes peeled and your weapons ready.”

The door creaked open, and two Steele guards stepped out to inspect the surroundings. The team held their breath, hearts racing. Eskil grinned inwardly. ’I hope you enjoy being ambushed, you precious fools!’ he thought.

One of the guards yawned and began to stroll away, while the other lingered near the entrance, oblivious to the approaching threat. With a swift signal from Eskil, the team moved in.

They subdued the guards with minimal noise— a few well-placed spells here and there, and a couple of silent takedowns. Eskil secured the area, his eyes scanning the crates stacked inside the warehouse. His heart hammered in anticipation.