Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem - Chapter 540

Chapter 540: Cheeky Elf
“Oh.” A wide smile erupted on her features when her gaze landed on the woman in my arms. I didn’t need to explain myself to her – understanding shined in her intelligent eyes.

“Your wives told me I should expect my daughter to, and I quote, ‘get ravaged’, but I didn’t dare expect such an outcome… She looks like she just came back from a gruesome death battle that lasted many hours.”

“Moooom! That’s exactly what happened!! He kept doing me for seven hours straight!” Seraphiel at long last opened her tired eyes and parted her lips as she began a torrent of whining. It was rather adorable, I must admit.

Sylvaris’ serene composure evaporated for a moment as she yelped, “S-s-seven hours?!”

“Yes! I begged for mercy, but he kept insisting that I need to be taught a lesson!”

Ah.

I finally see what is going on here.

She was pretending to be tamed while it was just the two of us, but now that her mother is present, her cheeky attitude returned. No wonder she asked me to take her to her mother.

I might’ve technically beaten Sylvaris in our earlier duel, but I didn’t manage to lay a single finger on her. She just couldn’t keep defending the twins properly because I pretended to be an Electromancer and surprised her with the truth, alongside a bombardment of all my mightiest Elemental Sovereign spells, penetrating her defenses conjured around the twins.

Thus, this woman was the only person who could give me a proper fight in my home, especially now that we undid her enslavement.

Sylvaris was once again a free person. A level 39 Mooncaller with centuries of experience.

An amused grin emerged on my features. Seraphiel… You’re cunning.

“No wonder Quinlan is Luminara’s son, seven hours… Such a performance would take hundreds of elven males to achieve.” Sylvaris murmured with a great deal of disbelief being evident in her shocked tone.

“It’s not just about quantity but quality as well!” Seraphiel added her opinion while sending me an accusatory glance. “This caveman’s intensity easily triumphs any other man’s, at least from what I heard from my friends who lay with elven males before.”

I accepted her words with gratitude: “Thanks; it might not be much, but it was honest work.”

My response earned me some giggling at my shamelessness from the girl in my arms, and she leaned in to land a soft kiss on my cheeks before cutely demanding to be handed over to her mother. It was clear Sera wanted to be pampered by the woman who she met after many months of separation while also whining about the evil man Sylvaris gave her beloved daughter away to.

My grin widened even further as I did just as my sixth woman asked me to, passing the exhausted elf into her mother’s arms. Sylvaris was slimmer and slightly smaller than Seraphiel, but of course, she showed no signs of strain due to her inherent Strength stat being high, even if she didn’t put any Free Attribute Points into it.

I left the wholesome mother-daughter duo to their own devices. They needed some alone time to catch up.

Instead, I made my way to where Liora should be healing the twins so that I can send them back to their home.

“Does your abdomen still hurt?” I heard the woman in question ask.

“Yes…” The lifeless reply came from Amara’s mouth. Her sassy, egotistic attitude was nowhere to be seen.

“Ah, Lord Quinlan!” Liora shouted and bowed when she noticed my entrance into the makeshift hospital room.

The other two occupants of the room weren’t so overjoyed at seeing my visage, evidenced by both flinching and audibly whimpering.

“B-Black…!” Vivienne hissed, but her hatred for my person was no longer the predominant feature I noticed in her tone when she said my name, but an overwhelming amount of fear.

She dreaded my mere existence.

“How was it? Had fun?” I asked while flashing a friendly smile.

“No…”

“I see, that’s unfortunate. But hey, they say humans are great at adapting to new circumstances; maybe you’ll come to like your new life.”

She didn’t seem to share my sentiment as tears welled in her eyes as soon as the words left my lips. Vivienne then got out of her bed and stood before me, after which she kneeled and kowtowed. “Lord Quinlan, I understand the error of my ways. I was a horrible human being who tormented innocents and also had the gall to oppose your great person…”

Her voice cracked as she failed to hold her sobs back, “But please, I’m begging from the bottom of my heart! Have mercy on me! I’ll be your loyal spy. I’ll work myself to the bone to deliver as many Greenvale secrets as I can; just spare me from this horrible punishment!”

I amusedly shook my head while chuckling to myself. “So you’ll happily sell your family out, huh? What’s more, you didn’t even ask your sister to be spared alongside you. But then again, what else can we expect from people like you? Tell me, did you let your sex slaves off the hook when they begged you to?”

Her whole body trembled, and no matter how deeply she wanted to keep quiet or lie, my previous orders as her [Subjugator] forced her to answer with the truth. “… No…”

“You even said that you have 40 sex slaves currently, and the hundreds of earlier ones who bored you were ‘disposed of’. I presume you killed them instead of letting them go, as that was easier for you. Am I correct?”

Her sobbing transformed into wailing as she was forced to reply in the positive. “… Yes…”

I examined her fragile frame for a few seconds, deeply searching my heart and soul if I was truly fine with the sentence I gave her. Did she deserve a second chance?

As the person who had complete dominion over her entire existence, I could ensure she never does something like that ever again, thus teaching her the error of her ways was redundant in a sense as without my explicit permission, she could never torment another innocent soul ever again.

However…

No.

I’ll remain firm. I established the Ascendants faction and even the beginning of my very own nation in the form of Miri Town; I can’t waver now.

Even if her suffering gives me no tangible benefits, enforcing justice as the ruler of my people is something I must do. She is a horrible person who deserves to be punished for her actions; thus, it’s my job to see said punishment be enforced.

If I let her off the hook, what will others think?

That it’s okay to go against my wishes.

That I’m a weak man who lacks conviction.

That I’m just a nobody parading around as a leader to boost my ego, but I lack the mental strength to become a proper one.

That it’s okay to do something horribly vile; after all, everyone deserves second chances under my rule.

In this moment, I steeled my resolve.

The eye-for-an-eye punishment I sentenced the twins for yesterday was indeed the correct move on my part, and so it shall be carried out without fail.

“I think this conversation is over. Liora, are they ready? Some minor wounds are fine; at the end of the day, they were attacked.”

“Yes, Lord Quinlan!” The second healer of my faction gave me the go-ahead, so I ordered the twins to get ready for their return.

The fact that they were desperate and lifeless was okay. It was the first time their lives were in danger; the assault on them was real; the battlefield must’ve been found, alongside the corpses of their guards. I left them all there because I wanted the story to be that they honorably gave their lives so that the twins could run away.

However, I had a truly sinister plan in motion involving these two women and their stories – I intended to pit the Vesper Consortium against the Greenvale Duke, shattering the fragile peace between them.

In times of peace, the economy thrived, allowing opportunistic merchants and nobles to line their pockets.

In times of war, chaos reigned supreme, granting the strong the chance to reap immense rewards.

War meant change – and those who couldn’t embrace change would fall, disappear into obscurity. On the other hand, those who had what it took to thrive in chaos would rise, becoming the new dominant forces.

… It was time to introduce change into this world.