The Supporting Character's Harem Is Very Normal

Amleth stood by the window, frowning and looking into the distance, seemingly thinking about something.

"Master." Meryl appeared behind Amleth, bowed her head respectfully, and said, "Our brothel and bar businesses are all blockaded by the royal soldiers; do you want to..."

"No need!" Amleth immediately interrupted Meryl’s words: "I have my own plans."

"There’s no need to resist now. If that bitch Catheryne wants to enforce a blockade, then let her have her way."

"Narrow down your business and focus on only businesses that have to do with manufacturing."

"For the time being, we don’t need to confront her; just lie still and wait. I will handle the rest."

Meryl raised her head to look at Amleth, then lowered her head and said: "Yes, I understand, Master."

After she finished speaking, she retreated, then disappeared into the darkness. Amleth smiled mysteriously as she looked into the distance.

The hand she was using to hold the wine glass immediately exerted force, immediately...

Bang!

The wine glass shattered into countless pieces as red wine flowed from her hand and fell to the ground.

Shards of glass were stuck in her hand; fresh blood flowed out, mixed with red wine, making anyone who looked at it unable to differentiate between the wine and the blood.

But Amleth raised her injured hand in front of her face, then stretched out her soft tongue, gently licking the remaining drops of wine on her hand. Or perhaps… what she wanted to taste was the blood mixed with wine on her hand.

"Catheryne, do you think you can win against me?" Amleth muttered, "I have countless methods to steal his heart."

"And you… you will forever be just a rotten whore."

"A relationship between mother and son? How disgusting, Huh!"

…

The next morning, Lathel went to the royal palace with Akna. Of course, Akna was not allowed to follow him inside the royal hall.

Because of that, Lathel followed the guidance of a servant and was a bit startled when he reached the main hall.

There were a lot more people here than before; however, they weren’t the ’geniuses’ who participated in the ’Genius Convention’ before but high-ranking nobles and people with positions in the royal government.

When Lathel arrived, their eyes focused on him, making him startled and a little uncomfortable.

There were looks that carried respect, appreciation, admiration... but there were also looks that carried anger, annoyance, and even cold murderous intent.

The royal servant guided him to a seat that was almost the centre of the royal hall, so he had to continue to endure those gazes.

’It seems... no matter how well Catheryne rules this Empire, there will always be some who do not want to be ruled by her.’

Lathel remembered that when he lived on Earth, every country had some forces that were willing to oppose their country’s government.

They are all fools or listen to the lies of enemy nations, aiming to create riots or civil war.

So are the people here.

The nobles who looked at him with friendly eyes were probably patriotic nobles who could see that this empire was getting better and better.

The nobles looked at him with murderous eyes; perhaps they were the ones who wanted to overthrow Catheryne.

For them, if this Empire had geniuses like him and were loyal to Catheryne, it would be harder for them to sabotage this Empire from within.

So it’s understandable that they don’t like him.

Lilith also told him that after this trip, he would probably encounter even more danger. However, Lathel was naturally not worried about those problems.

As long as he remains in the Karol Empire, no one can harm him except the male lead.

Although Lilith’s life energy is not much, at least in this Empire, she is still a terrifying existence.

Akna and the maids are also very strong, and they are able to protect him.

Besides, he also thought that Catheryne would definitely come up with measures to protect him.

Therefore, he is not too worried.

"Hail the Queen!"

Suddenly someone screamed. A flame radiating terrifying heat and radiance suddenly appeared on the throne.

Immediately after, the fire gradually transformed into the shape of an extremely beautiful woman whose perfect curves were covered in a fiery red robe.

On her head was a crown, and a robe like a phoenix’s tail was hanging behind her. Her eyes, which seemed to contain two suns looking towards the people present here.

That gaze was filled with majesty and murderous intent, and it seems like she was looking down on everything.

When she appeared, even the sunlight was overshadowed by her radiance, and a heavy feeling enveloped the entire hall.

Even the high-ranking nobles were afraid, kneeling on the ground, bowing their heads close to the ground.

Catheryne’s gaze swept over the entire place, then stopped on Lathel.

’Lathel… it seems… he’s afraid of me. Not good; did my appearance scare him?’ Although her face showed no emotion, her heart was in turmoil like a ball of yarn being played with by a cat.

"Impudent!" Suddenly, a middle-aged man knelt down and pointed at Lathel and shouted, "Why aren’t you kneeling upon seeing the queen?"

"That’s right." The opponents began to speak up.

"You think you’re a genius so you can look down on the Queen?"

"How rude. I think… We should cut off both his legs so that he knows that even if he is a genius, he must kneel before the queen."

"Yes, cut off his legs as a warning to others."

"What nonsense are you guys talking about?" Suddenly, another middle-aged man laughed and said, "Does this need you guys to make a fuss here?"

"After all, this is his first time here, so it’s normal that he doesn’t know a little bit of etiquette and rules."

"Besides, he is also a genius who successfully reinforced the Demon Lord’s seal. Cutting off his legs would be no different than destroying his future."

"The future of this empire depends on geniuses like this; do you want to destroy the future of the empire so you can easily overthrow the Queen?"

"You…" The middle-aged man shouted angrily.

However, the man who was speaking immediately interrupted him: "Don’t think I don’t know you’re Simon’s subordinate. Am I right, Boka."

"Huh!" Boka snorted in disdain: "Thomas, what proof do you have that I am a subordinate of Prime Minister Simon?"

"I was just teaching this rude brat… what the consequences of disrespecting the Queen are."

"If we don’t punish him to serve as a deterrent to others, more people like him will appear in the future. What will you do then, Viper?"

"Ah! I feel like you’re overreacting." The middle-aged man named Viper laughed and said, "Since this is his first time making a mistake, we can let it go. Besides, he’s a hero of humanity."

"I just feel like you think that young man is a threat to you, so you want to destroy him."

"Am I right, Boka?"

"You…"

"Have you said enough?" A cold and pressured voice rang out.

Everyone immediately bowed their heads; the atmosphere became eerily silent.

Lathel knew he should kneel when he met the Queen, but he was truly taken aback by her beauty.

The first time he met the Queen, she didn’t seem to be wearing any makeup, but now she was wearing some makeup. Even though it was just a light layer of makeup, it still made her beauty shine like the sun.

Catheryne looked towards Lathel, her voice devoid of any emotion as she said, "You are the hero of humanity, the genius of this empire; of course I will protect you."

Hearing this, Boka gritted his teeth, his face red with anger. However, Catheryne’s fear still appeared in his mind, so he did not dare to resist or refute her words.

"You have the right to sit, but you don’t need to kneel when you see me."

Soon after, a servant brought a chair with a cushion on it. Lathel sat down on the chair, feeling extremely comfortable.

Viper now glanced at Boka with eyes filled with contempt and provocation.

Boka of course saw that look too, but he knew... he had lost this time. He tried to contain his anger while thinking about something in his heart.

Catheryne continued: "Today… no politics because we have important work to do."

She said and waved her hand. Outside, a group of soldiers carrying a young man chained by a black chain walked in.

Lathel frowned when he saw the young man, thinking to himself, ’Is that the male lead Ikarys? Why... is he so miserable?’

Ikarys was no longer as handsome as before. His clothes were ragged and dirty like a beggar’s, and his hair was only a few strands flying like an old man over 70 years old.

His body was covered with bruises and wounds as if he had been stabbed by needles, and blood was still oozing from those places.

Ikarys walked with a limp, as if his left leg were quite badly injured. However, in Lathel’s memories, Ikarys was never injured to this extent.

"Kneel!" One of the soldiers escorting Ikarys shouted, then pushed him forward, causing him to fall to his knees on the ground.

Trembling, kneeling on the ground like an abandoned dog, having gone through countless tortures.

Lathel frowned, feeling that this male lead was too miserable.

"It seems... you guys took good care of my Holy Son."

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