Getting reborn: I will make a harem this time.-Chapter 112: He is here.

As time passed by, more and more chatter began to form among the crowd present there.

Then someone, with black hair, braided, wearing a high-class robe, holding a glass of red wine in her hand, walked out from the crowd.

Her physical features were average at best.

His standards have increased a lot. She is hot as fuck, but not for him.)

"My, my. It’s an honour to have you here as one of the guests, dear hero. We still remember what you have done for us. I, as the Duchess of the Kingdom, would like to humbly thank you for everything that you have done for us. I also wish for you to recover from the curse of that demon."

She was polite and fluent with her words. So she is a duchess, huh? No wonder she came before all of them.

After the duchess expressed her words, the mother also thanked her.

After the duchess, more and more people came to mother and Ayesha, thanking her.

It makes me realise that after that war we had, mother never really went out at all.

I was in her care for 2 years, as mentioned by Ayesha, when I was born.

Hmm? Wait...

Wasn’t I also born 2 years after my death, so reincarnation takes place immediately?

But more than that, the time for it... she was pregnant right after my death?

Something doesn’t add up here. So she was with a man right after I died and became pregnant? Shouldn’t she be in grief about her power loss? Am I missing something?

As more and more questions pilled up inside me, I began to feel that these things didn’t add up, and adding the fact that I have never seen my father, much less any man near her, till now, I find it hard to think she even had a man.

Then how the fuck did I come here?

Well, I do admit that there are many ways in which women can conceive a child without a partner, but still...

How come it’s me? Even if she used such methods, the child should have been a copy of her, not a different person.

As I was tangled with many quests inside me, I was suddenly pushed aside by a bunch of people fawning over mother.

"Hero... we... I am a count..."

These bunch of fucking cunts. I am not saying anything doesn’t mean they can do as they please here.

But control. I need to take it lightly, I should become a man who seems like the perfect definition of a saint.

"Would you guys stop?" I said, my voice loud and firm enough to let them all hear it.

All of them stopped, they might have simply ignored a unknown guy like me if it were somewhere else, but I was someone who was with the hero they were fawning over.

Another reason why they stopped was because all the ladies were looking in my direction, and I was charming.

I then softened my expression, my eyes sparkling a bit as I looked down at them.

(They were shorter than him. And he used magic to make him seem like a divine entity.)

Suddenly, a soft gust of wind passed through, making my hair flutter, increasing my charm, and giving me the divine presence.

"You people are supposed to be nobles, but the way I see it, you all don’t seem like one at all. This wasn’t what I expected when my mother told me to come here."

I then shook my head in disappointment, like someone who was deeply hurt by their action.

I could see some woman being sad, seeing my disappointed face.

Charm is really a killing factor.

I then brushed past them all and reached out to mother, ignoring them all. I said while holding her hand, "Let’s go from here, mother."

Saying that, I pulled her out from the crowd who were left speechless there.

Many of the people who were going to meet their mother to introduce themselves, few even trying to see if they could get the chance to dance with her later or even have the chance to get in a relationship with her, were the ones who were deeply stunned by it.

I didn’t even try to see what their facial expressions looked like; I could imagine it very clearly.

And now that they know who the man standing beside their goddess was, another question popped up inside their mind,

Who?

Who was the lucky guy to have the hero?

But none of them asked about it, it was gonna be a mystery for them all, which will never be solved.

As I pulled mother away from that place, Ayesha also followed after us.

We took a seat on one of the round tables that were placed in the grand hall.

"Haaa~ finally I can rest for a while. I never liked these formal gatherings." Ayesha said after taking her seat beside mother.

For a moment, she let go of her sophisticated personality.

"But I find it good, mother. You look really beautiful wearing something like this." I said, complimenting her on her appearance today.

This was the first time I have seen her like this, and this might be the last, too, unless something develops between us. So how could I miss the opportunity to express my feelings like this?

This might not help much, because she must have gotten these compliments before, but I could still see her ears getting red.

"Oh~ don’t tell me my dear son really loves his aunt so much? I won’t object if you marry him, Ayesha." Mother also chimed in after seeing Ayesha getting shy from my compliment.

She even joked about something like this. But thanks for that, mother, even if it is a joke, words do play a role in changing the emotions of a person.

For example, I say "You are gay, you love seeing a man’s dick going inside a woman, you jerk off seeing a man’s dick". It will for sure gonna make changes in the thoughts of the person reading or hearing this. She must have imagined it too, even if that was for a second.

(You did, too, right? Right?)

"Stop it!! He is my son too!! I can never do something like this." She immediately denied it with her eyes closed and her head shaking violently.

She did.

But this actually sparked another round of chatter among the crowd. Her voice was loud enough for everyone to hear.

So another speculation began.

"The saintess is also the mother of that man? And the hero is too? Does that mean?"

Great thinking, smart-ass, you have failed utterly. But who was going to tell him or all the others that had already begun to form their own answers and speculations?

All of us also heard that, giving each other strange glances, asking if we should do something, but then mother spoke and said, "Let them think what they want. This will be better than explaining everything to them."

Ayesha then looked at me too, and I was the same. Why would I even have issues with having two beautiful mothers?

We were having a light environment here, a personal and happy space for us.

But soon, it was about to be changed.

I wasn’t here for this happy moment, I was here to meet that bastard and now... it was finally that time.

The kingdom guards soon entered inside, taking their designated places, for the safety of the man who was about to come now.

Then a voice was heard from the upper floor, "All the guests that are present here, I humbly welcome you all to this small banquet of mine. I apologise for my late arrival and not being able to welcome you all personally."

Then a figure was immersed from the upper floor.

Clad in a red robe with white fur, his dress silvery, coated with many gemstones and rare materials.

Holding a stick in his hand, the figure came down, with a young child with red hair beside him.

He was finally here.

My emotions turned cold hearing his voice, seeing him before me, all the rage I felt while reading that letter of his emerged.

I clenched my hands, my knuckles cracked from how hard I clenched them.

Finally, it was time for it.

Just a few more moments, then I will make that smile disappear forever from his face.

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Thanks for reading, everyone.

Just one Chapter for today. And I think it is going to stay like that for a while, or maybe I will do 2 a day. I am going to pile up some Chapters now, so I can participate in the ongoing mass release. I plan to go for 10 Chapters that day.

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