Leveling Endlessly with the Strongest System

As the journey stretched on, the female siren let out a soft yawn, her eyes drooping with fatigue.

"I'm feeling sleepy," she said while leaning closer to her man.

Roy's heart softened at the sound of her tired voice. He always had this spot for her in his heart that he couldn't ignore. He loved Delilah, but he also loved her. They were both precious to him. He wanted to treat both of them like his precious treasures.

"Rest your head on my shoulder and sleep," he offered, "I'll wake you up once we're there."

His words were laced with a gentleness that was hard to refuse. Not to mention, the female siren didn't want to refuse him at all. She felt the best when she was glued together with him. The thing she liked most was sticking with him!

"Thanks. You are the best."

Without hesitation, the siren placed a kiss on his cheek and leaned into him, her head finding a comfortable spot on his broad, masculine shoulder. She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep, her breathing soft and even, showcasing how comfortable his presence and warmth made her feel.

Delilah watched their intimate exchange with a pang of jealousy, her eyes darting back and forth between them. She yearned to feel that same sense of security, that same closeness with Roy. But she knew that it was not her place to intrude.

She was just his mistress, while the female siren was his official wife!

Would he give her the same amount of love that he was showing his wife?!

She didn't think that was possible, at least not when they were in the presence of others.

Sensing her envy, Roy smiled and broke her perception of him!

"You can do the same if you're feeling tired, Delilah," he said.

And with those words, two beautiful women nestled their heads against Roy's broad shoulders, finding solace in his steady presence.

The men in the carriage stared at Roy in shock, their mouths hanging open in disbelief. It wasn't often that they saw such blatant displays of public affection, especially not from a man with a harem. They were taken aback by the way he seemed to confidently radiate a sense of protective warmth around the two women who sat beside him.

Roy remained unperturbed, despite the stares he was getting.

He met their gaze head-on, a faint hint of confusion crossing his face.

What was the big deal, anyway?

He was simply showing some affection to his women, something that came naturally to him.

Yes, both Delilah and the Female Siren were his, but that was no reason to hide their love away from the world. He was proud of them, and he wanted to take care of them to the best of his abilities.

Roy was a man with a clear purpose. He refused to be held back by the narrow-minded opinions of others. He was a noble, but that didn't mean he had to marry people of status. He would marry and love those he liked. He was the type of guy who did what his heart liked, treating both of them like they were his wives in all but name. He knew that some aristocrats with nasty personalities might judge him harshly, but he didn't care. As long as his women didn't complain, he wouldn't feel bothered even if the world did its worst.

Amelia was also impressed by him. Master was so good at this that he had already created a harem of top-notch beauties at a young age.

Roy turned to Amelia, his gaze meeting hers with a quiet intensity.

With a faint smile, she raised both hands, giving him a double thumbs up in recognition of his abilities. It was a small gesture, but it spoke volumes about the depth of her feelings towards him.

'She is the best maid one could ask for.'

Roy couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude towards her for her unspoken support in his choice of lifestyle.

He smiled at her.

She felt as if he was telling her that he was thankful to have her by his side.

She smiled back at him.

She felt more thankful than him.

However, even as she smiled at him, Roy could see a hint of sadness lurking in the depths of her eyes.

She knew that she was just a maid, that she didn't hold any sway over his decisions. She knew that she should feel content to stay in the background, to silently support him from afar. She knew all that, but she still couldn't help but desire his touch, his love, his warmth.

'I have always been steadfast in my loyalty towards him, but I don't know when it evolved into love. I don't care how many women he ends up with as long as my own feelings are reciprocated. I will wait for him no matter how long it takes.'

Amelia's thoughts hadn't seen the light of day, but Roy was aware of her feelings towards him.

He knew that her love for him was a quiet, unspoken thing, a bond that transcended the barriers of class and societal expectation, and he also knew he would reply to her positively if she just confessed.

Amelia was the first to treat Roy Badulf Baldwin like a human.

She deserved all the 'Yes' he could say and none of his 'nos'!

With nothing else to occupy his time, Roy withdrew the two unripe Seven Star and Three Blessings fruits from his pack to cultivate them.

In order to make them rip, he began feeding the fruits with his own pure mana.

Julian's curiosity was piqued by Roy's actions.

"What are you doing?" he asked, unable to contain his interest.

It was a task that didn't even require Roy's utmost attention. Unlike other mages, his True magic allowed him to release and control mana willfully. He didn't need to burst his ass trying to make it move as he liked.

Basically, it meant that he could afford to be distracted by idle conversation while growing the fruit.

"Cultivating fruits," Roy replied simply.