My interracial harem of beautiful queens



A day later, Adam's group reached the gates of the capital and came to a halt.

In Avalonia, a land known for its fascinating and unusual traditions, there was yet another tradition concerning heroes. It was said that since ancient times, heroes returning from their journeys were welcomed royally. They were accompanied by a group of knights, streets adorned with decorations, and vibrant performances.

As the hero crossed the city gates, the sky immediately lit up with bright, colorful flashes, and songs praising the Goddess of Light, the Queen, and the heroes who protected their world from dark forces echoed throughout the capital of Avalonia. It was truly a beautiful spectacle.

Three carriages, carrying Adam, Amarantha, a group of heroes, and Alexander, stopped ten paces from the gates. According to tradition, the hero had to walk from the gates to the castle on their own, accompanied by knights who served directly under the queen.

Three knights approached each carriage and opened the doors. Almost immediately, guests of today's event emerged...

First was Leonid. He had made his journey alongside Lily. He quickly descended from the carriage and, without waiting for anyone, turned and approached the gates, ignoring the others. Lily followed him, almost stumbling on the steps due to her high heels and the strict dress she had worn back in Sedyon.

"Ugh..." she grumbled discontentedly, casting an irritated glance at Leonid, who stood ready and prepared to cross the threshold at any moment to illuminate the capital with bright fireworks.

In the second carriage were Alexander and his daughter. Fortunately, Alexander was much more experienced and had good manners and elegance, so he helped his daughter descend to prevent her from ruining her NYR brand dress and heels. Adam knew a thing or two about advertising...

In the third carriage...

Most of the knights had already grown bored, disliking how everything was proceeding so pompously and uninterestingly. The city's residents, initially positive for about twenty minutes, began to show signs of boredom, their gazes becoming distracted. Their goal of seeing the hero had been fulfilled, so they saw no reason to continue standing here.

But...

A quiet creaking sound drew the crowd's attention. The door of the third carriage opened, and first, white gloves appeared, followed by a leg. After a few seconds, those present saw a tall man with long, midnight-black hair that cascaded freely down his straight and majestic back.

He was dressed in a formal white tuxedo that accentuated his muscles. Behind round-framed glasses were black, smoky eyes that seemed to possess a powerful allure. A long, luxurious black cloak hung from his shoulders.

Everyone, especially the women, was captivated by his presence. His long eyelashes, pale skin, and handsome, masculine face had conquered many hearts... he was as beautiful as Adonis. Although this was an expression from Earth.

Unfortunately, for such charismatic behavior, he received a maximum of ten experience points, which couldn't help but disappoint Adam. However, there was no choice as most here were ordinary mortals without significant power, and now he gained experience only from practice.

"My dear, allow me to assist you," Adam said with a charming and seductive voice, extending his hand to his wife, Amarantha, who smiled sweetly and placed her hand in his palm.

"Of course, my love."

Her smile was equally enchanting, causing even the knights to blush and feel their hearts race. However, a sudden chill that enveloped their bodies made their lustful and impure emotions disappear, leaving only admiration for her beauty.

With Adam's help, Amarantha descended, and the click of her heel on the concrete floor echoed, while her appearance took everyone's breath away.

Her dress was designed in a Victorian style, combining maturity and restraint with elegance. It was in deep red, giving it sophistication and passion. Ricky was the designer behind this work, and he had poured his soul into it.

The upper part of the dress had a high collar adorned with lace inserts. The sleeves were long and narrow, with lowered shoulders. Lace cuffs on the sleeves added a touch of romance.

The waistline was highlighted by a corset with delicate lace inserts, emphasizing the feminine curves. The skirt of the dress was expansive and had numerous folds, creating a majestic silhouette. It ended at the ankle and was complemented by lace patterns.

The dress was completed with a narrow lace belt that tied into a bow at the back.

Undoubtedly, for most noble ladies, this dress was synonymous with "elegance," and Amarantha's beautiful face only enhanced it. Although people often say that clothes make the person more beautiful, in this case, it was the other way around – feminine beauty made the dress more beautiful.

Even Ricky acknowledged this and almost cried tears of joy when he saw his work. He had cried for a long time (tears of happiness, of course) and thanked Adam for coming into his life and even hugged him.

It was slightly awkward for the Mayor of Sedyon to hug a man, but seeing Ricky's joyful emotions, he decided to remain silent and let the white-haired man express his gratitude. (Although he had simply copied the style from his previous life).

Returning to the present, people had just one emotion – shock. Within that single emotion, several others were mixed – admiration, jealousy, and adoration.

Standing together, Adam and Amarantha complemented each other. It wasn't just about the clothing; it was about their aura. It was as if they were part of something whole.

"Ugh..." Suddenly, a quiet, displeased groan was heard, catching Adam's attention.

Turning his head towards the source of the sound, Adam saw Angela, who was trying to descend but struggled due to her unfamiliar high heels. Considering her voluminous dress, she could easily stumble over it, making her descent dangerous.

"Sister Angela... allow me to assist," Adam said, smiling at her and immediately appearing before her, offering his assistance.

The girl to whom he had spoken could only blink her eyes and then nod. She was embarrassed but still happy that he had shown such attention to her. She gladly placed her hand in his palm, and with Adam's help, she descended safely, avoiding any mishaps.

Looking into Adam's eyes, which seemed to possess a strange power of attraction, she shyly smiled and thanked him with flushed cheeks: "Thank you, Advisor Adam."

The man nodded gracefully and smiled, standing next to Amarantha, who smiled back at him.

Thus, it happened that Adam was approaching the gates, and while he was in the center, women – Amarantha and Angela – walked on either side of him. The best way to describe this situation was "A flower in each hand."

It couldn't be ignored that even the most composed and married men couldn't help but feel envy, trying to maintain their composure as they cursed fate for its cruelty. However, those who couldn't contain their envy received a slap on the back of their heads from their wives... who, by the way, were also casting admiring glances at the two women, envying their beauty.

Hero Leonid, who had been trying to ignore the commotion, furrowed his brow and crossed his arms over his chest, impatiently tapping his foot on the concrete floor. He felt irritation building up. And also...

"Why is that bastard with Angela at all? What the hell?! She's mine, only mine! Vanessa, Lily, Angela... they're all mine!"

But his self-assuredness didn't last long. As soon as Adam glanced in his direction, the brave hero immediately turned away and pretended to be extremely impressed by the layout of the road.

"Yeah, pitiful sight. He could have challenged me, and if he got lucky, he might have won." Adam thought, disdainfully snorting, "There's something oddly fake about this guy's confidence. Where does it come from?"

Adam couldn't understand this strange guy, though he couldn't deny that Leonid had good training, not to mention his holy energy. But for some reason, he seemed weak.

"They call him the weakest hero," Adam recalled the words of one of the officials who had introduced him to the important figures in Avalonia. When describing Leonid, he had only used a few words – self-absorbed and weak.

***

However, Hero Leonid's greeting was breathtaking and very luxurious. Adam noticed fireworks that were created using magic.

Yet he had a feeling that someone from Earth had a hand in this.

"As for this matter... this guy was supposed to be brought back to the capital. I'll meet with him tomorrow," Adam thought, still smiling.

Together with his beautiful wife, they walked side by side. Their posture was upright, displaying their pride, and their movements were smooth and elegant, which couldn't go unnoticed.

"It's lively... but a cheerful atmosphere. I can feel the joy of the common folk, their admiration, and love," said Adam, sending air kisses to the ladies who shouted his name.

"What did you expect? For the believers of the Goddess of Light, a hero who serves her will also be beloved. And Elizabeth is making full use of that fact," Amarantha replied.

Thanks to her spell, they could communicate, but no one would hear a word from them without their permission. So, they could freely discuss their affairs.

"Well... why are you so interested in whether they like alcohol? Do you want to sell them your concoction?" Adam ignored her question. "That's why I'm cautious about them. The fact that they exist has already been confirmed. So, we need to take the time and analyze our next steps. It's all for our future."

"Adam... you still haven't answered my question."

"Well... business is business."

To be continued...