Lord's taboo harem

The moon hung low in the sky as Jorgan slipped out of his window, his movements completely silent thanks to a complex weaving of wind and shadow magic. He had perfected these stealth techniques during his dragon hunts, though tonight he stalked far more dangerous prey.

[Stealth Activated]

[Magical Signature: Masked]

The lord stayed in the village head's compound.

The village head's compound rose before him, its wooden walls looming against the starlit sky. Unlike the humble dwellings of the village, this residence sat prominently on a hill, declaring its importance to all who approached. Guards patrolled the perimeter with practised precision, their torches creating pools of light that Jorgan carefully avoided.

Rather than risk scaling the walls, Jorgan made his way to an elevated position on a nearby hill. From this vantage point, he could observe the compound's interior while remaining hidden in the shadows of several large trees. His enhanced vision, allowed him to see clearly despite the distance.

The main house was an impressive structure of dark wood and stone, built in the traditional style but on a grand scale. Behind it, a gathering was taking place in an open courtyard. Lanterns hung from poles, casting a warm glow over the assembled group.

And there, at the centre of attention, sat Lord Kaidren.

[Target Identified: Lord Kaidren

Physical Analysis:

- Height: Approximately 6'2"

- Build: Athletic, warrior's physique

- Age: Mid-forties

- Notable Features: Strong facial resemblance to host]

Jorgan's hands clenched involuntarily as he studied the man who had sired him. Lord Kaidren carried himself with the easy confidence of absolute authority. His features were handsome in a harsh way, and Jorgan could see echoes of his own face in the lord's strong jaw and penetrating eyes. The man laughed at something someone said, the sound carrying across the compound – a laugh that suggested its owner had never known fear or consequence.

The sudden prickling sensation of magical awareness interrupted Jorgan's observations. Someone was scanning the area with highly advanced detection magic. His eyes snapped to a figure standing slightly behind Lord Kaidren – a man whose very presence seemed to distort the air around him.

He asked the system to gauge the level of that man to which the system replied,

[9 Star knight]

And it terms of power, Jorgan was around 7 or 8 star mage, according to the levels of this world.

The knight hadn't seen him, not exactly, but his magical probing was getting uncomfortably close to penetrating Jorgan's concealment. Each sweep of the knight's power felt like a blade passing nearby, testing the very air for intruders.

With great reluctance, Jorgan began to withdraw. He had not survived this long by taking unnecessary risks. The knight's presence complicated matters significantly – a 9-star combatant was rare even among the elite forces. Such a powerful warrior serving as Lord Kaidren suggested there was more to the regional lord than mere political authority.

Jorgan made his way back through the sleeping village, his mind racing with implications. He had expected to find a cruel noble surrounded by common guards. Instead, he had discovered a man protected by one of the realm's most powerful warriors. The situation would require far more careful planning than he had initially thought.

When he slipped back through his window, he found his mother waiting, her face streaked with tears of worry. The sight of her anguish cut through his strategic calculations, reminding him of the human cost behind every decision he made.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, pulling her into a gentle embrace. "I won't leave again without telling you." The lie tasted bitter, but it was necessary. His mother had carried her burden alone for sixteen years; he would not add to her fears by sharing his discoveries.

As he held her, Jorgan's mind continued to analyze what he had learned. The 9-star knight was an unexpected variable, but not an insurmountable one. After all, even dragons had fallen before him. It would just require more time, more power, and more careful planning.

In the darkness of his room, as his mother's breathing steadied in relief, Jorgan began to formulate new plans. The path to justice had become longer, but his resolve had only grown stronger. Someone would pay for his mother's tears – he just needed to become strong enough to ensure that payment could be collected.