Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem

Chapter 944: Black Fang’s Pros and Cons

“Good news, everyone~” Vex sang, holding up her now-dimmed communication artifact. “Black Fang agreed to back us up on the ’Aurelion’s brutal butchering’ matter. As for Jasmine’s mom, that’ll take a little digging. We’re gonna need time to locate her exact prison. We can only start moving without restraint once that’s done.”

Quinlan’s lips turned upwards with satisfaction. A slow, genuine smile.

“That woman really is something, isn’t she? The Consortium is in a full-blown war with the Greenvale Dukedom, and from what I can tell, we aren’t exactly winning… Yet she still diverts assets just to help me settle a personal score…”

Vex chuckled hearing that, brushing her white hair behind one ear. “She’s awesome for certain, hubby. As long as you don’t ask any of her peers, that is. They’d probably describe her with words like ’demonic,’ ’lunatic,’ and ’craziest, most unhinged bitch they ever had the displeasure of working with’”

She grinned proudly. “But hey, being important to that kind of lunatic does come with its perks. Just look… without hesitation, she prioritized your issue over the war. Raika’s already been deployed with a squad of scouts backing her up. They’re en route to crack some skulls in search of the location.”

Quinlan laughed, shaking his head fondly. “I already knew, but what a terrifying, wonderful ally she is to have.”

Then he turned to the group of women gathered nearby.

“Before I forget, let me introduce two ladies who came back with me. Feng Jiai—” he gestured at the short, delicate, oriental teen with long black hair and sharp eyes “—is an awesome youngster who stuck by me from minute five of the trial to the very end. And Serika Vael—” he motioned to the fiery red-haired woman with sun-kissed skin and a powerful, regal stance “—is a warrior with fists that punch holes through mountains. She’s now a proud bearer of the [Solar Fist] class.”

He smiled.

“I hope you’ll all get along.”

Ayame’s crystal-blue gaze scanned Feng Jiai with a scrutinizing intensity. The younger girl flinched, her spine stiffening under the weight of the samurai’s unblinking stare. She felt like she was being judged by a terribly discerning wolf, one who knew the exact measure of her prey’s worth.

“You remind me of my younger self,” Ayame said at last, extending a hand to shake the newcomer’s. “Ayame.”

Feng gulped, accepting the offered hand. “Feng Jiai…” She then blinked and asked, “Was that… supposed to be a compliment?”

Ayame scoffed, arms crossing beneath her chest. “What else would it be? I was—and still am—the most beautiful woman around. Never met any single woman who’d make me question that.”

Feng’s eyes went wide at the utterly shameless declaration.

The older girl continued to look at her, then exhaled in mild exasperation. “Ah. I see what this is. You’re insecure about your modest feminine assets and think that I, who boasts more modest sizes than most women do near me, must mean that I feel like shit. Am I wrong?”

Feng didn’t reply. But her silence was answer enough.

Ayame’s tone didn’t change as she continued. Still composed, still calm. But there was something oddly firm in the way she spoke next. “I never felt that way. Never needed to. I’m beautiful as I am. You don’t need giant fat reserves bouncing off your chest and behind to feel good about yourself.”

Feng’s jaw nearly dropped at that phrasing.

“The attention I got from men when I was your age already told me that. And now… these so-called ’modest assets’ of mine have successfully enchanted the literal man touted by the universe as the God Slayer. The Primordial Villain. The Harbinger of Ruin.”

Feng opened her mouth to respond, then closed it again. She tried a second time, and still nothing came.

Ayame smirked victoriously. “Yeah. That’s what I thought. You and I should have some chats later. I might be able to help you get over those self-image burdens you’re carrying for no reason whatsoever.”

Feng nodded. Hard.

She smiled shyly, a pink hue rising on her cheeks as she looked up at Ayame with something that resembled admiration. Maybe even awe.

It felt a little like meeting the big sister she never had back home. Luckily, Lucille breezed in like a warm gust of wind. She embraced Feng with a bright smile. “Welcome to our home! Anyone who protected our Quin is already family, so just let me know if you need any help in literally anything!”

Feng, once again, nodded, feeling more and more at ease.

Blossom popped up beside them next, her tail wagging wildly as she gave the girl a few gentle exploratory sniffs from a respectable distance, as the dogkin woman knew her etiquette. Not everyone was like her Master and sisters, who didn’t mind her closeness. Once she had her fill, she added with an even more rapidly wagging tail, brewing a storm behind her, “Thank you for protecting Master when Blossom wasn’t able to!”

“Hehe! It’s been my pleasure! That big, arrogant oaf wouldn’t have survived without my guidance!”

“Oh?” Ayame mused, eager to learn more about their journey.

Meanwhile, Serika was quickly surrounded by Vex, Lyra, and Seraphiel.

“Damn~” Vex purred, circling Serika like a cat eyeing a new toy. “You’ve got an amazing build. I bet Raika would kill for a joint training session with you.”

“I don’t know who that is… but I’m always up to train, especially if that’s with someone stronger than me,” Serika replied with a calm nod of her head, which prompted the ever-so-slightly crazed Hexwitch to grin widely.

Lyra stepped forward a little nervously and bowed deeply. “You’re a warrior who fought beside my Lord. Would you be willing to give me some pointers, Lady Serika? I’m the main tank who protects my Lord and his family, but… I feel unworthy sometimes. Everyone’s growing faster than I can follow.”

Serika gave the pink-haired woman a long, appraising look. Then she smiled warmly.

“Unworthy? I don’t get such an impression when I look at you. How old are you?”

“Twenty-seven.”

Serika whistled. “You’re doing this well at twenty-seven? It should be me asking you for tips.”

Lyra blinked, then slowly smiled—really smiled—for the first time in a very long time. “Thanks…”

Seraphiel chimed in with a glimmer in her eye. “Then count me in for training as well if you’ll have me. I used to be a healer who couldn’t do much but fire magic arrows when my spells weren’t needed, but now that I can fight and heal thanks to my Dawnbringer class, I’m training with everyone I can get my hands on. You seem like someone I could really learn from.”

“I’d be happy to,” Serika nodded. But then, her eyes examined the elven woman all over again. “You remind me of Luminara. Are you related somehow?”

Seraphiel froze. Then she snapped her head toward Quinlan.

“Wait…”

Quinlan chuckled, shrugging like it wasn’t a big deal.

“Yeah. They’ve met my mothers already. And at the rate things are going, the meeting between you girls and my mothers is a lot closer than we ever thought possible. So get ready, ladies.”

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