bioinnovel Chapter 134 My Yandere Wife from Her Past Life Has Been Reborn, But I'm Building a Harem
Chapter 134 My Yandere Wife from Her Past Life Has Been Reborn, But I'm Building a Harem
Han Dong City, a side hall of the castle.
The door opened slightly, and Lynn's figure appeared in the doorway.
After waiting for a long time, Emundi's face instantly blossomed into a warm, almost fawning smile.
"My Lord Prophet! Greetings! I am Emundi, the garrison commander of Iron Mountain Fortress. You can just call me Little Emundi!"
He strode forward, his movements so swift they didn't resemble those of a middle-aged general clad in heavy armor. His hands naturally reached out to shake Lynn's, brimming with enthusiasm.
Lynn was taken aback by this sudden "enthusiasm" and instinctively reached out her hand.
It was immediately enveloped by a pair of large, calloused hands. The strength and the frequency of the shaking made it seem as if it were holding some rare treasure, not a hand.
Is this really Emmondi?
Lynn sized up the burly man in front of him with thick eyebrows, big eyes, a full beard, and the typical military bearing; the image matched his memory.
But this aura...
How did the commander of Iron Mountain Fortress, who was known for his serious, rigid, and unsmiling demeanor in the game and was even jokingly called "Iron-Faced Gatekeeper" by players, suddenly change his style and become like this...?
Hmm, is that overly attentive behavior?
Little Ai? You're old enough to be my uncle!
Despite her inner turmoil, Lynn maintained a polite smile and calmly and firmly withdrew her hand.
"General Edmundy."
"What brings you here at this hour?"
Lynn cleared his throat, trying to make his voice sound calm and serious.
"Oh dear! My lord Prophet, please don't call me General!"
"I can't accept that! I can't accept that! Just call me by my name, just call me by my name! Or... how about Little Ai?"
Emundy hurriedly waved his hand, as if the title was too hot to handle.
Lynn's lips twitched almost imperceptibly: "Ahem, Emmondy, let's get down to business."
"Yes!" Upon hearing this, Emundy immediately suppressed his exaggerated smile.
His body snapped to attention, as if he had instantly switched to a serious reporting mode, and his voice boomed: "Reporting to the Prophet! Emundi has come here with two purposes!"
"First, I, Emundi, and all the soldiers of Iron Mountain Fortress who are willing to serve, formally submit to the Prophet's command and are at his disposal!"
"Secondly, on behalf of the Shadow Church, I hope to discuss with the Prophet... uh, to make this a grand occasion!" He seemed to have temporarily switched to a more elegant term.
Lynn raised an eyebrow.
Submission? That's not too surprising.
Given the strategic importance of Tieshan Fortress, it is logical for Emundi to choose to align himself with the newly emerging power.
but……
"Representing the Church of Shadows?"
Lynn stepped forward, his gaze scrutinizing: "As far as I know, you, Emmondi, have always been an expert at remaining neutral and watching the fight from the sidelines. When did you become a member of the Shadow Church? And a representative at that?"
These words startled Emondi quite a bit. His expression turned serious, and his tone even carried a hint of grievance and urgency.
"My Lord Prophet! You can't say things like that!"
"My loyalty to the Church of Shadows is as clear as day!"
"Born a member of the church, die a member of the church!"
"Absolutely no disloyalty whatsoever! Not even a tiny bit!"
For the Shadow Church, even the slightest disloyalty is absolute disloyalty.
You can't wear that hat.
That could really be fatal.
I'm really going to die!
Lynn: "..."
This reaction is a bit over the top.
Well, it seems that some details of my past life memories may have indeed become blurred due to the passage of time.
Or... is this worldline inherently different?
Lynn temporarily suppressed his doubts: "So, what exactly do you want to discuss on behalf of the Shadow Church?"
Emundy straightened his back again, speaking clearly and distinctly, as if reciting dogma: "By the decree of the High Priest: The Shadow Church is willing to use all its resources to win the favor of the Prophet! And to fully support the Prophet's cause!"
Lynn: "..."
Why does this sound so familiar?
Isn't this a famous quote from Empress Dowager Cixi?
"This is... Belvis's idea?" Lynn asked tentatively. The former leader of the Shadow Church, that mysterious and powerful old witch, was not someone he remembered as easy to talk to.
"Belvis?" Emmondy paused for a moment, then realized.
"Oh, you mean the former leader? She's been dead for many years."
"Our current leader in the Shadow Church is Lady Fina."
"Fina? She's become the leader?!" Lynn was genuinely surprised this time.
Fina?
Frena's little cousin?
Judging from the timeline, she should just be eighteen years old now, and her strength is at most that of a high-level professional, right?
How did he suddenly become the leader of the Shadow Church?
The plot seems to have deviated significantly from the game history he remembered.
A nameless worry quietly rose within me.
Fina became the cult leader, but what about Freya?
What happened to that Shadow God Child who had a deep connection with him in his past life and whose fate was full of twists and turns?
"Do you know Frena?" Lynn's tone unconsciously carried a hint of urgency.
"That sir?"
Upon hearing Frena's name, Emundi's expression immediately became extremely respectful, and he even subconsciously lowered his voice.
"Of course I know that."
"However, only you, the Prophet, can call that person by their real name." After he finished speaking, he looked up at Lynn.
"How is she now? Where is she?" Lynn couldn't help but step forward and grasp Emondy's shoulder.
"Oh dear, Prophet, be gentle, be gentle..." Emondi grinned, then shook his head.
"How could I possibly know the whereabouts of that lord? Perhaps only Cult Leader Fina knows."
"I don't know?" Lynn released his hand, his heart filled with concern and longing mixed with a trace of unease, which made him silent for a moment.
After a long time, the figure of someone who once wanted to keep him by her side with chains, yet was also fragile and dependent on him, remains clear in my mind.
Of course, if she saw him again, she would still want to lock him up...
Well, I'd rather not.
"But please rest assured, Prophet!"
"That sir is incredibly powerful; he will be perfectly fine! Please don't worry!"
Seeing Lynn's gloomy expression, Edmond quickly comforted her.
Lynn nodded, suppressing her emotions for the moment, and asked the crucial question: "Where is Fina now? I want to see her."
Asking Fina directly might yield information about Freya.
Emondi: "High Priestess Fina is currently in Rivendell, the Shadow Empire, but... she probably can't meet with you for the time being."
Why?
Edmund looked troubled, as if he was carefully choosing his words, after all, that name was not one he could use.
Suddenly, a brilliant idea struck him, and he found an excellent angle for explanation:
"This... is because your wife won't allow Lady Fina to meet with you."
Lynn: "???"
"My wife?" Lynn didn't react for a moment. "Who?"
"It's Him." Emundy had a knowing look on his face.
"Who is she?" Lynn pressed.
"Your wife!" Emmondy answered matter-of-factly.
"...Name?" Lynn asked patiently.
"I can't call you by your name, I'm calling you 'wife'!" Emmondy was getting anxious; how could she not explain herself clearly?
Lynn, sensing something amiss, tentatively asked, "Frena?"
"Yes, yes, that's right! It's that sir!" Emmondy nodded vigorously with a sigh of relief.
Lynn took a deep breath and continued to sort out this confusing situation: "What is Freya's current status and position within the Shadow Church?"
Emmondy answered quickly this time: "Is she? What is her position? She's your wife!"
Lynn: "..."
Something seems off, yet it also seems right?
"The Shadow Church... has this position?" Lynn felt a sense of disbelief.
"It wasn't there before," Emundy answered honestly. "It was added by that sir..."
An absurd yet unsettling thought surfaced in Lynn's mind.
He was reluctant to think about it too deeply, but he couldn't help asking, "So... do I also have a position in the Shadow Church?"
Emundi blushed slightly, a rare occurrence for him, as if he were somewhat embarrassed to speak, but he still answered respectfully, "Yes, yes, Your Majesty the Prophet."
"Your official position in the Church of Shadows is... His... Darling Husband."
Emmondi spoke the last four words extremely quickly.
"What about their status?" Lynn had already guessed what was going on.
"His status is exalted! Second only to Him, above the leader of the church!" Emundy answered clearly and loudly this time.
"..."
Lynn's vision went black.
For a moment, I felt like the sky was about to fall.
Memories of my past life flooded back.
In the dimly lit, warm room, Frena nestled in his arms. Her red eyes, always brimming with obsession and deep affection, reflected only his image at that moment. Her voice was softer and more tender than ever before.
"I don't want to be some kind of empress or shadow cult leader... I just want to be my dear husband's dear wife."
"Frena's wish is simple: to be with her beloved husband forever, in this life, the next life, and the life after that... forever and ever."
At that time, he was sore and exhausted that he didn't want to talk.
And as if she had suddenly thought of a brilliant idea, she looked over with bright, childlike hope:
"Honey, what do you think... I'll change all these job titles to 'Lynn's Darling Wife' and 'Frena's Darling Husband,' okay?"
That would be outrageous!
That's so embarrassing.
Lynn, jolted awake from her reverie, almost reflexively sat bolt upright: "No! Absolutely not!"
"Okay... I'll listen to you, honey." The girl in his arms snuggled against his chest, a little disappointed, greedily absorbing his warmth. "As long as you keep me in check, I won't change anything."
"Okay, okay, I'll definitely keep an eye on you." He replied somewhat perfunctorily, looking exhausted.
"Definitely!" Her voice immediately perked up.
"Let's pinky swear." A slender, fair little finger, cool to the touch, was extended in front of him, the longing in her eyes almost overflowing.
"You're just like a little kid... I can't do anything with you." He ruffled her hair with a helpless yet affectionate touch.
"It's because I'm with my husband that Frena acts like a child," she said matter-of-factly, then added softly, "So... I hope my husband can always, always be with Frena."
"I will always be with you."
The two little fingers are hooked together.
"You should say 'pinky promise,' like you taught me before."
"Okay, okay, I'll do whatever you say. Pinky promise."
"Pinky promise!"
"Hanging."
"Hang yourself!"
"One hundred years..."
"forever and ever!"
She suddenly interrupted, her tone filled with dissatisfaction, "No! Husband, no! How can it only be a hundred years? A hundred years is too short, not enough! Husband, you must be with Freya forever and ever!"
"A hundred years is already a lifetime for an ordinary person," he explained helplessly.
"I don't care! A hundred years isn't enough! Husband has to stay with Frena forever! Otherwise... otherwise Frena will become a naughty child, okay?" She threw herself into his arms, half coquettishly and half threateningly, and rubbed against him forcefully.
"Okay, okay, I'll listen to you, forever and ever."
Despite knowing he might not live that long, he chose to comply.
"Let's pinky swear! We'll be together forever and ever!"
"Yes, Lady Frena."
"Call me 'darling wife'!" she corrected.
"Okay, my darling wife."
Their little fingers hooked tightly together again.
"Pinky promise!"
"Pinky promise!"
"Hang yourself!"
"Hang yourself!"
"forever and ever!"
"forever and ever."
"Don't change it!"
"My husband will stay with Frena forever..."
The tide of memories slowly recedes.
Lynn stood there, feeling a chill run down his back and cold sweat trickling down his forehead.
It’s over.
This is really the end.
All the signs pieced together pointed to a possibility he least wanted to face at that moment, yet which was perfectly plausible—
My yandere wife from my past life seems to have been reborn!
And I'm building a harem.
What should I do?
Wait online.
in a hurry.
The side hall was silent for a moment, with only the occasional crackling of the candlelight.
Edmond watched cautiously as the prophet's expression shifted unpredictably, eventually settling on a complex look that seemed to suggest the end of the world, and dared not utter a sound.
Did he... say something he shouldn't have?