Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 513 Sister

"How eloquent of you," Laeh remarked with a biting sneer. "You spout such pretty words about Love as if you truly understand it."

Noah chuckled softly. "My dear, I go by the title of Primordial Husband. Mind you, that is a burden I never asked for."

"So what of it?"

"Do I really need to break it down for you? I never realized my sister was this dense," Noah replied with a mischievous grin. Laeh's eyelid twitched violently, but before she could burst into a retort, Noah pressed on.

"But don't I hold the title of the finest brother? Allow me to educate you. If I, the Primordial Husband, am ignorant of love, then truly, no one in existence understands it."

He shook his head, focusing once more on the intricate braiding. "Perhaps you have forgotten who stands before you?"

"And how could I ever forget?" Laeh shrugged nonchalantly, causing her head to shift and forcing Noah to miss a weave as his lips tightened in annoyance.

She continued in a smooth, rhythmic tone, "You are never present. You are always venturing abroad, as if there is some place, somewhere, better than this—your home. Your...!"

"Sister," Noah finished the thought for her, offering a rueful, apologetic smile.

A thick, heavy silence began to blanket the surrounding air.

Following his discussion with his children and the inception of their transformation into the new bloodline, Noah had sought out his sister, craving a moment of respite in her company.

He had harbored a deep longing for her and had anticipated a warm greeting after his long-awaited return. Well, was that not just the way of things?

The Hero journeys afar and returns, only to find the entire 'village' waiting, eyes fixed on the gifts and boons he had garnered and would eventually bestow upon them.

The 'village' was always content, its people gazing upon his magnificent presence with open bewilderment and admiration. Of course, Noah never expected such extreme reverence from a sister like Laeh. Indeed, he desired none of it.

Yet, he had not anticipated the icy shoulder or the sharp, bossy order to braid her hair.

Noah had obliged without a moment's hesitation.

Your desires are my commands, my dear, he had whispered as he began his work.

And so he sat, at the very zenith of his domain, perched atop a crimson cloud drifting in the void, with Laeh’s back turned to him.

His hands danced with refined grace through her locks, combing, twisting, and arranging them into a set of sublime braids. With her newly lightened hair, the resulting image was truly a sight of breathtaking splendor.

It resembled a complex labyrinth of paths tracing across her scalp, forming an exquisite tapestry that even the gods would deign to admire.

'Incredible,' Laeh mused internally.

Despite her lingering irritation with her brother, she could no longer suppress the question itching at her, and it tumbled from her lips:

"When and where did you even learn to braid?" she queried.

"Me?" Noah inclined his head, feeling a surge of secret relief at the change in topic. "I didn't exactly study it consciously. I simply recalled that individuals back on Earth often braided their hair. Naturally, I decided to replicate the style."

"Is that so?" Her tone piqued with genuine curiosity. "What is the purpose of braiding? I only do it to vex you, truthfully."

"That is delightfully honest," Noah thought to himself.

"I cannot say for certain," he mused aloud. "It could be a matter of cultural identity, a particular aesthetic, or even a method to protect the hair—or perhaps a mixture of them all."

"And what is this group called?"

"It is far more layered than a simple name. Various civilizations from different epochs and corners of the globe practiced it. However, the memories I am tapping into stem from the culture of a black people."

"Why them?"

"A simple difference in taste. Besides, they were a fascinating people."

"Fascinating?" Laeh’s voice was probing and sharp.

"I am certainly no historian, dear sister," Noah said with a light, airy laugh. "Just know that much. Perhaps when I find some freedom, I shall escort you on a tour of Earth so you may encounter them yourself. I should check on Evadam while I am at it. It has been an age."

"So, even now, you remain unfree?" Laeh frowned deeply.

She had assumed they would enjoy far more quality time together, given their long period of separation.

She felt the urge to voice her grievances, yet Laeh was acutely aware that Noah had to remain in motion; in a Universe trembling on the precipice of total annihilation, stagnation was a fool's errand.

She sighed under her breath, questioning her own uncharacteristic childishness. Yet, she found she could not help it; she could only reveal this vulnerable side of herself when beside her brother.

To all others, she remained the Will of the World, an omnipotent and detached entity whose dominion over the World was rivaled only by Noah himself. Some denizens of Laeh even offered her their worship, whispering the title of {Mother}.

Such things were of little consequence to her. Her singular concern was evolution—not merely for her own sake, but for the growth of her brother as well.

The brother who, even when burdened by a mountain of responsibilities, still sought to look after her. As best as he was able.

And frequently—more often than not—it proved insufficient. This harsh reality had taught Laeh a profound truth:

One might hold deep love for you and still fail to be present during your darkest hours. This was not born of malice, but because existence itself was crafted that way.

People carry duties, but more importantly, they possess emotions and breaking points. Occasionally, those very realities act as obstacles to fulfilling one's promises.

It was not a sign of disloyalty or apathy. Rather, it was simply the condition of living beings. Imperfect, fragile life forms.

Understanding this fully, and accepting that their reunion would soon be truncated, Laeh spoke. Having no particular agenda, she uttered the first thought that entered her mind, purely to sustain their dialogue and treasure the passing seconds.

"Then why not follow their example?"

"Hmm?" Noah’s brows lifted in surprise. "Do what, precisely?"

"Craft something unique to yourself. Something that people will gaze upon and instinctively link to you or our family line," she suggested with a smile. "Something so fundamental that even the most destitute mortal could possess it, utilize it, or embodies its very essence."

"Do you not find that more compelling? Our new hair—this crimson-gold—is certainly flashy and striking. But it serves primarily to mark us as the Main members. What of the lowest of the low?"

"That is intriguing," Noah muttered, offering a small chuckle while clutching his chin in reflection. "That is genuinely fascinating."

"I know, don't I?"

"Indeed. And since you were the one to propose such an idea," Noah affirmed, "then you shall decide what that symbol will be."

"As if you intended to handle it personally," Laeh scoffed. "You barely keep track of your own kin."

"Everything I do is to safeguard them. And frequently, that necessity demands that I be absent."

"I do not hold it against you."

"Yes, of course, you don’t," Noah replied, rolling his eyes.

Laeh beamed with a sheepish grin. "We require nothing overly complex. Just something universal. Perhaps a small bracelet crafted from our signature ore, Toucouleur. A bangle that every infant aged one or two and beyond will wear. The trinket will bear their name etched upon its surface."

She smirked. "That shall be our custom. Our unique tradition. Let us label it Laam."

"Ohoho!" Noah’s eyes ignited with excitement. "I fancy that! We might as well expand upon it and add greater depth. Why not incorporate a secondary function? Once a person gains the artifact and their identity is inscribed, they could partake in a ritual."

"A ritual?"

"Yes, a ritual," he nodded. "A rite where they call out to us, the architects of this reality, and we might decide to bestow a blessing upon the bracelet or withhold it."

"That would certainly incentivize them to adopt this new custom with urgency."

Laeh gave a satisfied nod, pleased that her suggestion had been so readily embraced. "Indeed. However, I must determine the proper ritual for such an undertaking." He hesitated for a fleeting moment. "And ritualistic matters were never my forte."

"Perhaps you should seek consultation from those more adept in that field."

"Who, for instance?"

Laeh reflected for a few heartbeats before replying. "From what I recall, the beastmen are incredibly sophisticated in that domain," she noted. "Even after many opted to transform into Elysiari, a number of them refused to abandon their original race solely because their rituals would be incomplete without that essence."

Noah’s eyes widened suddenly. "Oh, really?"

"Of course," Laeh continued. "And do you know what is better yet? You might learn directly from the source where they obtained their rituals to begin with."

"The Divine Beast faction."

"Bingo, brother!"

Noah grinned broadly. "And is it not a curious coincidence? I happen to have the perfect individual to instruct me further on that topic."

Laeh slowly rotated her head to eye him from the corner. "Who?"

Noah offered no reply. He simply willed his personal realm to manifest, and suddenly, someone—or something—emerged from thin air and touched the ground with a gentle thud.

Laeh and Noah observed the elegant white cat before them, whose celestial gaze triggered an innate impulse to reach out and offer her a caress.

"Well," Noah declared, finally concluding the braiding of Laeh’s hair, "how about we engage in a pleasant conversation, mother-in-law?"