Founder Of The Greatest Noble Family
Chapter 52:Janet Plan To Pull Her Into Harem

Chapter 52: 52:Janet Plan To Pull Her Into Harem

Priya nodded solemnly. "Even though we’ve had our fair share of experience... the man’s stamina is monstrous. And he’s only getting stronger."

Leila nodded shyly. "And Roland keeps asking if we can all... um... go together. He says it’ll help him relieve stress."

The three women shuddered in embarrassment. In truth, they’d been passing out one by one whenever Roland got serious. His strength, now approaching Rank 10, had become overwhelming.

Janet gently rubbed her belly. "Now that the baby’s stable, we can do it again. But Roland’s talking about a combined effort. It’s going to kill us..."

Their chatter was interrupted as the door opened and Roland stepped in, cloaked in his usual commanding aura. His eyes, however, were locked on the unconscious woman, his brow slightly furrowed in concern and thought.

He knelt beside her and examined her pulse, lightly placing his hand above her chest. Even through the remnants of her armor, he could feel the restrained power within her.

His expression changed subtly.

"...She’s Rank 9," he muttered. "No, wait... her foundation is deeper than mine. With the right technique, she might even be stronger than me."

He blinked in surprise.

"Where did someone like this come from...?"

One of the priests, an elderly matron from the Church of Life, stepped forward.

"My Lord... we’ve completed our diagnostics."

Roland stood up and turned to her.

"How is she?"

The old woman shook her head, her expression grim.

"Not well. Her dantians are damaged disrupted by a high-impact mana force. She was struck by something that tore through her core system. Her energy is unstable and poisoned. Basic healing won’t be enough. She needs an advanced purification potion crafted only by our higher clergy."

Roland’s brow twitched. "How much?"

"Five thousand gold coins."

"Hiss..." Roland winced.

5000 gold coins was no longer unmanageable for him—but it was still a significant sum, especially for someone whose identity was unknown. Such potions were often reserved for royalty or legendary warriors.

"That’s... a bit steep."

The priestess added gently, "There is residual poison inside her. The advanced potion is our only safe option."

Roland was debating it silently when—Janet stepped forward.

"Just order it. I’ll handle the payment."

Roland looked over, surprised. "But—"

"No ’but.’" Janet crossed her arms. "She saved Lucas and Jan. Without her, we’d be planning funerals right now. This is the least we can do."

Roland paused. "...Still, a potion of this tier—"

"Roland." Janet fixed him with a look only a wife could give. "She’s a warrior. She stepped in when no one else could. If you won’t repay her honor... we will."

Roland looked at her, then at Priya and Leila, who nodded in support.

He exhaled, helpless.

"...Fine. Do it. Order the potion."

Janet nodded and immediately began arranging it with the priests.

Roland remained beside the bed, staring at the mysterious woman.

’She may owe us a favor after this... but someone of this strength won’t be bound easily. Still... I can’t help but wonder... why does someone this strong fall from the sky into our little barony?’

He turned to the priests again.

"Until the potion arrives, stabilize her condition."

The matron priestess bowed deeply.

"Yes, My Lord. She will survive."

Inside Roland’s private study, lit dimly by the golden hue of oil lamps, the air was thick with tension. Stacks of reports lay on the desk, ink barely dry. Maps of Apus and its surrounding territories were pinned to the wall with red markings indicating beast activity.

Roan entered, wiping soot from his gloves,

bowing slightly.

"You called, My Lord?"

Roland nodded without looking up, his voice low and grim.

"Have you found anything... about her?"

Roan straightened, his tone hesitant.

"Nothing substantial. We don’t know how she ended up here—or who she is. No insignia, no guild badge, no crest on her blade. She might not be someone of influence."

Roland raised his eyes sharply."She’s 9th rank, Roan."

Roan froze.

His voice rose an octave. "What? For real?!"

Roland leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples."Yes. And not just barely 9th. Her core feels refined. With proper technique, she might be stronger than me."

Roan’s eyes widened. "But... for someone like that to be injured like this..."

"...Exactly," Roland interrupted, expression hardening.

"She didn’t just collapse. She was beaten. That level of power being forced into that state—it means something dangerous is out there. Something that can harm even a top-ranked warrior."

He paused, then added with a bitter edge,

"I fear we may be caught in something far bigger than a beast tide."

Roan swallowed and asked, "Do you suspect... a conspiracy?"

Roland turned toward the map and traced his finger over the western border.

"Think about it. Soldiers are being shifted to the Western Front. Almost all. The kingdom’s military attention is completely lopsided. Meanwhile, the idiot king is bleeding the citizens with taxes as if it’s a game."

Roan’s expression darkened. "Yes. Our trade and supply lines are suffering. Even local sales are down—people can’t afford to buy bread, let alone anything beyond."

Roland stood up abruptly and paced.

"And now? Beast tides. Monster surges. Sudden spikes in aggression. In regions with low military presence."

He stopped and looked directly at Roan.

"Someone’s moving the pieces, Roan. And we’re the open flank."

Roan sighed. "Shall I tighten internal security?"

Roland nodded. "And start pulling all dormant contacts. I want every whisper of information from nearby fiefs and forests."

Roan hesitated. "My Lord... the bureau and intelligence agency are almost non-functional. No one wants gold anymore. They want techniques... and resources."

"And I don’t have either to spare." Roland clenched his jaw.

"Even basic breathing techniques are ridiculous. The army’s version is trash. Mine is too advanced to share. Jess’s is for mages, and mages are arrogant pricks who demand libraries, labs, and luxury before lifting a finger."

Roan chuckled nervously. "I’ve seen you almost kick one."

"I will next time."

Silence stretched between them. The only sound was the crackling of firewood.

Finally, Roland exhaled and looked out the window.

’...Let’s pray this system upgrade finally gives me something useful.’

Roan nodded, his face firm."We’ll stand with you, My Lord. Whatever comes."