Fourteenth Fantasy : Harem Reborn < 2024 >

The door swung open.

A new window appeared, rimmed in gold and black: All previous routes will converge. Every woman you have wronged, loved, betrayed, or saved will remember. Not fragments. Everything. The timeline will shatter and reweave. You will wake on the day of your coronation, age seventeen, with fourteen lives of memory burning in your skull—and fourteen women who remember you just as clearly. [ACCEPT] [ACCEPT (NO OTHER CHOICE)] Kaelen laughed, a broken, honest sound. “Fine. Let them remember.” fourteenth fantasy : harem reborn

The ceiling of the Sunrise Palace. Intact. Before the fire. Before the civil war. Before everything . The door swung open

His head pounded with fourteen overlapping lifetimes. In one, Sera, the knight-captain, had died protecting him from a demon. In another, he had executed her for treason she did not commit. In a third, she had been his most loyal ally, only to watch him fall into madness. All of it. All of her. All of them. Not fragments

Kaelen’s fourteenth death was not his hardest. It was, by far, the stupidest.