The Main Heroines are Trying to Kill Me

“Here is your strawberry yogurt ice cream.”

“Wow... It’s huge...”

After leaving the lodging, Roswyn and I headed to a dessert café nearby.

Originally, I wanted to take a walk outside and get some sunlight, but the persistent gazes from others made it impossible.

Well, unlike the hateful glares from before, most of these were filled with admiration and longing, but either way, it was still burdensome.

“It’s shoo delishious...”

At least Roswyn seems to be enjoying the sudden choice of a date location, so that’s a relief.

Seeing her happily munching on her ice cream makes me feel happy too.

“I want to eat this every day...”

“That good?”

“Yes, it’s sooo gooood.”

Come to think of it, Roswyn’s favorite food is ice cream.

I enjoy sweets, including ice cream, but I can’t compare to her level of obsession.

She has hundreds of different kinds of ice cream stored in her personal magical freezer, after all.

“Nom nom...”

Maybe I should open an ice cream parlor.

As I was deep in my thoughts, I noticed the corner of her mouth had ice cream on it.

I reached out to wipe it off.

“...?”

“You should eat carefully. You’re the Duke’s daughter, after all.”

“I-I can handle it myself...”

When I wiped the ice cream from her lips, Roswyn blushed and lightly slapped my hand away.

“Pfft...”

“E-Excuse me...”

“Yes?”

As I chuckled quietly at Roswyn focusing on her ice cream again, someone suddenly spoke to me from beside us.

“C-Can you please sign...?”

“...?”

It was the young waitress who had brought us the ice cream.

“An autograph?”

“P-Please...”

She thrust a piece of paper and a pen towards me with her eyes tightly shut, and I stared at her blankly.

Roswyn, who had been focused on her ice cream, covered her mouth and started laughing.

“Pfft, Why are you staring like that? It’s just a signature for the bill.”

“Oh, right.”

“What are you thinking? Do you have celebrity syndrome or something?”

“...”

I didn’t know exactly what she meant by “celebrity syndrome,” but judging from her tone, I could guess what she meant.

“Um, actually...”

As I scratched my head, I heard a small voice in front of me.

“...I’m a fan.”

There was a brief moment of silence after she said that.

“Ah... yes.”

“Oh, uh, thank you...”

As I signed the paper with a smile, she turned red, lowered her head, and quickly hurried away.

“...Hmph.”

When I glanced over at Roswyn, she was puffing her cheeks while poking at her ice cream.

... Cute.

Her expression reminded me of a squirrel, and I had to hold back a smile as I looked away.

“You must be so pleased... Well, it makes sense. You’re the person who gets the most love letters in the world, so this must feel like nothing to you...”

She started mumbling with her mouth full of ice cream, her jealousy showing through.

Even her jealousy was endearing.

“Well, back in the day, I used to get quite a few too... Though I burned them all without even opening them...”

“Sure, sure... hmm?”

Of course, I couldn’t just let her continue like that, so I decided to humor her a little, offering her a spoonful of ice cream at the same time.

“...What’s going on?”

Suddenly, I felt a chill run down my spine.

“Huh.”

Looking around in confusion, I finally realized the reason why.

“The place is empty.”

It was the weekend, during a busy time, yet the café was completely deserted.

It was far too strange.

Just a little while ago, the place had been full of customers.

Now, even the staff, including the waitress who had asked for my autograph, were gone.

“What is going on...”

“...Huh?”

As I looked around the odd situation in confusion, I instinctively pulled Roswyn close and readied myself.

- Creak...

Right then, the café door opened, and a group of people entered.

“”Ah.””

A short groan escaped both of us. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

“Found you.”

“Let’s strip him down first so he can’t escape.”

The heroines had arrived.

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“So... what is it you want to say?”

“Well, um...”

A few minutes later.

“Can you at least release me so we can talk?”

“No.”

I was bound to the chair by magical chains, facing the heroines who looked quite riled up.

Not only that, but the most physically powerful ones, Ferloche and Isolet, were holding me from either side.

There was no chance of escape.

I had planned to see them after my date anyway, but it was a bit intimidating.

“If I’d known it’d come to this, I would’ve been stricter with them.”

If only the little one was here, I could have taken off on a long overseas trip for a few months.

“What did you just say?”

“...Nothing.”

Wait, Serena and Ruby’s due dates are coming up soon.

This escape attempt was doomed from the start.

Okay, I’ll establish my dominance later.

If I still can...

“Hurry up and say what you need to, Frey.”

With a sigh, I turned my head to face the heroines, whose eyes were practically glowing with intensity.

“Roswyn, take it out.”

“Th-That thing? Really?”

“Yes, you have it with you, don’t you? So hurry.”

As soon as I finished speaking, Roswyn hesitated before pulling something out from her pocket.

“”...””

When a rubber object was placed on the table, the heroines stared at me in silence.

“What does this mean, Frey?”

“Is he asking for it?”

“Can we take this as consent? Let’s pounce him.”

“Wait, wait! Roswyn, that’s not what I meant!”

Just as they were about to pounce, I quickly intervened.

“Why did you even bring that with you?”

“I-I wanted to try using it next time... I’ve thought about it a lot on my own...”

As soon as she said that, a deep silence fell over the room.

“You guys... did it?”

“You really did?”

“Let’s take a look.”

“W-Wait a minute...!”

Soon after, the heroines began to approach Roswyn with eyes gleaming with interest.

- Squeeze...♡

“...Hyahh!”

Serena gently pressed on Roswyn’s lower stomach, causing her to flinch and tremble.

“It’s all filled up inside.”

“...Hehe.”

As Ruby gingerly grabbed Roswyn’s soft belly and murmured, another wave of silence fell over the room.

“Is this a declaration of war, Young Master?”

“What? I thought something had gone wrong since you were avoiding us.”

“Don’t worry! With divine power and magic, we can restore your libido and stamina...”

As the heroines slowly approached me, Roswyn hurriedly pulled out a document from her pocket and placed it on the table.

“E-Everyone, wait! Look at this!”

“Y-Yeah. This is the solution.”

At the same time, I smiled and made the announcement.

“”...””

The third silence of the day fell over the dessert café in broad daylight.

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Hero’s Special Privileges Act

This law, proposed by Han-byeol Raon Starlight and Victoria Raon Starlight, grants unlimited special privileges necessary for the hero who saved the world...

“What is this?”

“What do you think? It’s the document related to the long-lost ‘Hero’s Special Privileges Act.’”

As Ferloche quietly asked while reading through the document, Frey shrugged and responded.

“And what does this ancient law granting privileges to heroes have to do with our current situation?”

Once again, Ferloche asked with a curious expression.

“Look closely at the final clause.”

At Frey’s words, everyone’s eyes focused on the document.

Finally, in recognition of the hero’s unique position and the importance of their lineage for future generations...

“There will be no limit on the number of official wives the hero may have.”

After a moment, Clana read the final clause aloud, her voice trembling.

“...Proclaimed by the First Empress of the Empire, Clarina Solar Sunrise.”

The heroines began to stare intently at Frey.

“Why hasn’t this record remained in the archives?”

“It did, but over time, it was lost. Perhaps my ancestors intentionally concealed it to prevent excessive power and centralization.”

“Does this law still hold legal power?”

“It was directly approved by the First Empress.”

Serena asked, and Frey responded with a relaxed smile.

“It’s time to take advantage of the remnants of imperial traditions, for the last time.”

Hearing this, Serena muttered thoughtfully with a serious expression.

“Hmm... It does require some work, but legally, getting approval isn’t impossible...”

“Right?”

“Especially since there’s a precedent of the First Empress’ contract still being upheld as a covenant...”

Serena, catching on to the plan, gave Frey a sly wink.

“Besides, it clearly mentions ‘official wives’ here. It makes sense; the First Empress, who was the hero’s wife, couldn’t just enter the Duke’s family as a concubine, so they probably used this loophole.”

Was this all planned from the beginning?

“Well, thanks to this, it seems like we’ve found a solution for our current situation.”

As Frey marveled at Serena’s foresight, she laid the paper back on the table and looked around at the others.

“Isn’t that right, everyone?”

“”...””

However, the heroines all wore dissatisfied expressions.

“Something feels off...”

“Yeah, like we’re missing something important.”

“Ugh...”

“So, what about all the competition we’ve had up until now?”

As dissatisfaction began to bubble up, Irina, who had been suppressing her frustration, suddenly burst out, releasing a small breath of flame.

“So, are we just going to end this with, ‘We’re all the official wives!’? What a boring conclusion.”

“Yeah, it’s disappointing, but that’s the way it is.”

Serena and Frey began to calm her down.

“Wouldn’t it be better if everyone won, rather than just one person?”

“Please consider my position too... okay?”

The combination of Serena’s logical approach and Frey’s pleading, puppy-like gaze, began to cool Irina’s temper.

“...Tsk.”

She crossed her arms and turned her head, and gradually, the other heroines began to reluctantly accept the situation.

“It feels a bit unsatisfying, but...”

“There’s no point in continuing the argument.”

“Maybe this is for the best after all...”

As things finally began to settle down, Frey suddenly spoke up.

“So, I’ve prepared a new marriage certificate.”

To solidify the resolution, Frey placed the new marriage certificate on the table.

Husband: Frey Raon Starlight

Wife:

“I’m going to the restroom, so everyone, please sign while I’m gone.”

This new marriage certificate, which removed the distinction between official wives and concubines, seemed to be the perfect solution.

Frey, having escaped from the chains, headed to the restroom.

“Alright, then I’ll go first...”

Serena picked up the pen and was about to sign when—

“Wait.”

Irina grabbed her arm, her eyes narrowing.

“You’re going to write your name first?”

“Huh?”

“Out of all of our names, you’re putting yours first?”

As soon as Irina pointed this out, the tension in the café immediately escalated.

“Why are you acting like a child? We’re all official wives. The order doesn’t matter.”

“No, the order might actually matter...”

“I’ll sign next.”

“What are you talking about? I’m next.”

Just when it seemed like the peace would shatter once more—

“Um... excuse me...”

A surprising voice broke the silence.

“Huh?”

The young waitress from earlier, the one who had asked Frey for an autograph, reappeared, and the heroines looked at her, puzzled.

“Is there a problem?”

“We rented out the café, didn’t we?”

The girl, looking bashful, clenched her eyes shut and spoke loudly.

“C-C-Could I get your autographs...!”

As the heroines stood in stunned silence, the nervous waitress continued to stammer.

“I-I’m actually the president of the Hero Party fan club... hehehe...”

“Wait, that’s a thing?”

“It’s my lifelong dream... P-Please!”

Her earnest plea caused the heroines to scratch their heads in confusion before finally approaching her.

“Well, it’s not a difficult request...”

“Let’s just sign and send her on her way.”

“Thank you so much...!”

As the girl, overjoyed by receiving the entire Hero Party’s autographs, mentally screamed with happiness, Kania suddenly asked a question, her eyes gleaming.

“By the way, does your fan club conduct popularity polls?”

The waitress nodded eagerly.

“Y-Yes! We just finished the second poll recently... but why do you ask?”

“Ah, well...”

The heroines’ expressions shifted to one of intrigue.

“...I just thought it might come in handy.”

And soon after.

The café echoed with the diverse voices of the heroines, each sporting a different expression.

“Fufufu...”

“What are you laughing at? This isn’t over yet.”

“Third place? Why me? Huh? What?”

“... Should I cast some black magic?”

“Maybe we should just crush them all.”

As their voices filled the room.

“What now... damn it...”

Inside the restroom, Frey trembled, utterly clueless about what was happening outside.

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After the commotion settled, Frey emerged from the restroom.

“What, it’s already done?”

Worried about the strange noises coming from outside, he looked at the marriage certificate neatly placed on the table and glanced at the now quiet heroines.

“Yes.”

“Let’s see...”

As Serena answered on behalf of the group, Frey picked up the certificate to check the signatures.

[Husband: Frey Raon Starlight]

[Wives: Serena Lunar Moonlight, Ruby, Roswyn Solar Sunset, Kania, Ferloche Astellade, Isolet Arham Bywalker, Lulu, Clana Solar Sunrise, Irina Philliard]

“Hm...”

Frey scanned the long list of names before him, and then, satisfied, he spoke with a smile.

“Perfect!”

“...”

“Alright, then this matter is settled, right?”

Despite his words, the heroines nodded, though their eyes still held a sense of scheming.

“Good, then I’ll just...”

“Where are you going, Frey?”

Just as he was about to leave the cafe, he turned at the call from the heroines.

“Huh?”

“There’s still something important left to do.”

Frey, puzzled, asked with a clueless expression.

“There’s a nice hotel nearby.”

“We’ve already made a reservation.”

“It’s too hot outside. Let’s go somewhere cool.”

Hearing these statements and seeing the gleam in their eyes, Frey realized what was coming and started to back away with an understanding look on his face.

“Give it up, Frey.”

“You’ll end up being devoured no matter what.”

With that, Isolet and Ferloche got up and started approaching Frey.

“Wait!”

Just then, Frey suddenly raised his hand, shouting, causing them to halt for a moment.

- Srrk...!

Quickly, he pulled something out from his pocket.

“What’s that...?”

“A potion?”

What Frey held in his hand was a suspicious potion he had found in the second compartment of the secret box.

- Gulp, gulp...

“Stop him!”

“Damn it, we should have kept him tied up.”

Before anyone could stop him, Frey downed the potion, and sensing the gravity of the situation, the heroines rushed forward.

“It’s too late!”

Having finished the potion in one swift motion, Frey placed the bottle down on the table and spread his arms wide, speaking with excitement.

“Now that I’ve drunk this, no matter what happens, I won’t be able to recover for the next few months—”

But before he could finish, he looked down at his lower body with a stunned expression.

“...”

The heroines, also staring at his lower body, spoke in low voices.

“What... does this mean, Frey?”

“Are you trying to show off to us?”

“...Y-You cheeky little brat.”

“M-Master... It could get even bigger?”

“Grrr... I can’t take it anymore.”

Frey muttered in shock, his face filled with confusion.

“Huh? Wait, why is this happening?”

“Well, since it’s a bit inappropriate here... Let’s move to the hotel.”

“The effect should be the opposite... but... Ebeub!?”

Before he could finish his thoughts, Frey was quickly grabbed by the ravenous heroines.

If you can’t avoid it, enjoy it.

As they headed toward the hotel right in front of the cafe, Frey finally understood the meaning of the words written on the box.

If you can’t enjoy it, accept it.

“Ha... ha.”

And so, Frey and the heroines entered the hotel.

“Well, at this point...”

They stayed there for quite a while, sharing their deep love.

According to people living nearby, it was several weeks before they emerged from the hotel.