Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 464 Grieving Red

Regardless of which side of Laeh they occupied, Patricia and Aiden Stoneheart—the siblings of Elijah Stoneheart—never felt truly comfortable with Noah looming over them like a shadow.

That sense of unease only intensified when Sophie ascended as the Crimson Empress of the Castria Empire. Her rise reduced their family to a pathetic, broken group of people, forced to keep their heads down in a desperate attempt to avoid a sudden, violent death.

Living under such a crushing weight was agonizing, particularly for those who were not accustomed to such a lowly existence.

Even after Elijah was gone, his death serving as a selfish vengeance delivered by another's hand, their circumstances failed to improve.

Nevertheless, they endured.

They mastered the art of bowing before the Vaelgrim and learned to shrink themselves when rising powers sought to humiliate them for the sake of pride.

It was, without question, a life of pure misery.

Yet, through this suffering, they learned to extinguish their own egos, bonding the two siblings like two sides of the same coin.

It was a profound realization: once the ego was discarded, a relationship could bloom in ways they had never imagined possible.

They discovered how to live in harmony with the world rather than trying to force their own will upon it.

This was the transformation of the Stoneheart siblings.

Patricia and Aiden relied on one another throughout the trial, developing a deep mutual understanding that allowed them to face everything as a single unit.

They no longer felt any connection to their family, who had become so paralyzed by fear that their lives were nothing more than a cycle of survival. They simply woke up, endured the day, and slept when night fell.

It was a repetitive existence devoid of purpose.

And there is nothing more tragic than a life without meaning.

However, Patricia and Aiden held onto a goal. They dreamed of traveling far away, living on their own terms, and erasing their past to begin again.

In a way, they craved a death and rebirth, though for them, the change was primarily psychological.

Because of this desire, it was no surprise that when they learned of the vast universe beyond their world, they jumped at the chance to explore it.

They were ready to leave their small sphere and take a massive leap into the great unknown.

But despite their eagerness, they were realistic enough to know they lacked sufficient strength and talent.

Accepting this reality, they chose to become Elysiari, gaining an extraordinary level of potential to facilitate their escape.

Aiden pledged himself as an Elysiari under Anya, the Aspect of Destruction.

Patricia, possessing a natural gift for healing, chose to become an Elysiari under Shadeva of Motherhood, who commanded an Aspect of Life and restoration.

Once the conflict in the Shadow Realm ended, they presented their petition to Noah, who granted it without hesitation.

He had no interest in holding them captive; if they desired their independence, they were free to take it.

That moment marked the start of the siblings' grand adventure, but it was also the beginning of a journey defined by discovery and constant evolution.

They felt a sense of euphoria traveling between worlds and clearing dungeons. They faced mortal peril, survived hundreds of near-death encounters, and discovered rare, exotic artifacts.

Through these trials, the siblings advanced in ways that even Eric, Rouge, and Malrik—who chose to stay within Noah’s orbit—could never achieve.

But everything came to a halt the day Noah’s voice echoed across the cosmos, as he sacrificed himself to secure a final victory.

The situation turned even more dire when he obliterated a section of the universe, taking a Progenitor and two formidable Legacy Bearers with him.

They were ignorant of the grand designs and ambitions of their faction, yet they were not exempt from the slaughter when the Great Hunt for the Elysiari began.

The Vampires tracked them down.

And they were cut down.

Cruelly, their killers made certain to annihilate their souls during the execution.

It was as if the attackers feared what might happen if any part of them remained.

However, Patricia managed to maintain her existence with the help of Aiden, who shielded her from the final blow, and her own innate powers of restoration.

Now, she stood in the Spirit World, within the newly established territory of Noah. He stood before her, his expression thoughtful after hearing her grim tale.

The wives gathered around him maintained calm, steady gazes, but only a fool would believe the mask they wore.

Beneath the surface, they were gripped by intense dread, each wondering how many of their comrades had already perished.

Red, who had been forced to leave her daughter behind, could no longer contain her mounting anxiety.

"What about my daughter, Patricia?" she asked, her voice shaking despite herself. "Do you know what became of her? And what of Malrik and Eric?"

Patricia’s face was drenched in tears. After screaming and mourning the True Death of her brother, her voice was nearly gone.

Still, she did not dare remain silent before one of Noah’s wives. With a heavy heart, she forced her aching throat to work.

"W-Where was she located?" Patricia whispered.

"In the elven kingdom," Red replied instantly. "In the territory of the Worldborn. The Treehouse."

At those words, Patricia’s swollen, bloodshot eyes went wide with shock. Pure terror washed over her features.

Her mouth worked soundlessly, searching for words that refused to come.

Patricia began to tremble under the intense stares of the Vaelgrim. Seeing the fury beginning to kindle in Red’s eyes as the silence stretched, she bit her lip and forced the words out.

"I-I don't know everything!" she sobbed. "But before the Vampire Faction caught us, I heard a report. I—I—!"

"Just say it!!" Red snarled, her crimson eyes swirling with violent intent.

Sari, standing nearby, placed a firm hand on Red’s to try and settle the frantic mother.

Noah remained as still as a statue.

He offered no words and made no movements. He simply listened, his face an unreadable mask.

Yet, the atmosphere was so heavy that it felt as though the entire Dominion was on the brink of a cataclysmic explosion.

Behind them, Tiamat shifted uneasily, sensing the suppressed, boiling rage radiating from Noah—a force so thick it seemed to choke the very air.

That restlessness turned into cold horror when Patricia’s next words finally broke through her sobs.

"I heard that the Progenitor of Dragons arrived to assist the Worldborn!" she wailed.

Everyone instinctively tensed, bracing for the impact of what was coming.

"And she slaughtered all the Elysiari! No one survived. And... and that included..."

She gulped, looking up into Noah’s cold, vacant eyes.

"Including the First Abomination."

A heavy, absolute silence fell over the group. It was so quiet that the sound of racing heartbeats and ragged breathing seemed deafening.

The world seemed to freeze.

But Red was utterly devastated.

Her eyes widened in horror, her frame shaking as she clung to a desperate hope—hope that her daughter might have fled before the Progenitor arrived.

But the more she considered it, the more she realized the truth.

Red understood her daughter’s nature perfectly.

And that understanding brought a single, brutal certainty to her heart.

"M-my daughter... my daughter—!"

Her voice cracked as Noah pulled her into a protective embrace, and she buried her face against his chest.

For a moment, Red was lost to the world. Then, a ragged, soul-crushing sob echoed through the clearing.

The other wives remained in a haunting silence, sharing in Red’s profound grief.

Behind them, Tiamat felt a sense of impending doom more terrifying than anything she had known since her creation. Trembling, she looked toward Noah, her heart hammering against her ribs.

The man was holding his wife gently, internalizing the massive sorrow of losing his own sister without shedding a single tear.

Instead,

"It will be alright," Noah whispered to Red, who wept uncontrollably against him as if a dam had finally broken.

"Trust me," he said, pressing a soft kiss to her hair, his voice wavering only slightly. "We will find a way."

Then the Prince looked forward, exerting every ounce of his will to prevent the tempest of his fury from breaking loose.

He barely managed to contain it. The Dominion shuddered under the strain.

<Ascension Quest>

<Description: Locate the Lake of Milk-White Soul, and retrieve one petal of the Origin Ephemeral Flower.>

-End of Chapter 464-