Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem - Chapter 653

Chapter 653: Chaos in the Audience
In Devil’s eyes, he saw nothing but conviction.

Silver was extremely talented at reading people, and he immediately understood the man was telling the truth. Not wishing to lose more face when the artifact would eventually prove the masked man’s claims true, he shook his head. “No need. Raelor, step forward. Represent your father.”

The gathered foxkin stood aside in order to have a figure break free from the ranks standing behind Silver. A visibly youthful warrior moved with the smooth, effortless grace of a shadow. His lithe frame was clad in dark leather armor that barely made a sound as he stepped forward.

Raelor’s piercing amber eyes locked onto the masked man, burning with an open challenge.

Twin daggers rested at his sides, and thanks to the chamber’s flickering torch lights that were lit due to it being nighttime outside, the blade’s curved edges shone ominously. He ran his fingers over the hilts in the form of a slow, deliberate motion meant to draw attention to the deadly weapons.

The foxkin were not known for brute strength like the bearkin or relentless endurance like the wolfkin. They thrived in speed, precision, and deception. As their prince, Raelor represented these values perfectly.

“My youngest son is 27 years old, he should be a fitting opponent for you,” Silver decreed with pride. Hearing this, multiple beastkin leaders grumbled due to jealousy. Raelor was hailed as a prodigy in these lands. Despite his tender age, he’s accumulated quite the list of accomplishments, which the old fox liked to remind the other leaders of whenever he got the opportunity to do so since most of them failed to produce such a genius child in recent years. The future of the foxkin people would be bright if Raelor kept his current pace of growth up.

Vargis’ deep voice boomed across the chamber. “As the ruler of these lands, I recognize this duel as fair and binding. It shall be conducted under the watchful eyes of all present, and no interference shall be tolerated.” He narrowed his gaze at Silver before adding, “I am willing to lend my people’s grand arena for this occasion.”

The gathered leaders exchanged glances before shrugging their shoulders and rising from their seats, one by one. While the fate of their nation might’ve been at stake regarding what they managed to agree upon in this summit, none of them wanted to miss out on witnessing a good duel. Such were the way of the beastkin. Only a few of their vassals, such as the rabbit king or the sheepkin queen could be seen grimacing or grumbling frustratedly under their breaths, but none offered a firm rebuttal.

With the matter settled, there was nothing left to discuss—only to witness.

As the procession began moving toward the arena, Vargis took the lead. His heavy footfalls reverberated through the stone corridors, though none were louder than Gorruk’s trudging steps.

The others followed, murmuring among themselves. The foxkin delegation, despite their earlier bravado, remained eerily silent. The other beastkin leaders, however, were far more animated. Some spoke of Raelor’s past victories, while others speculated on Devil’s true power. Based on his medium-weight armor, many expected him to be a melee combatant, but then the reports of the resistance forces conflicted with such a reason of thought.

When they arrived at the grand arena, the sight that welcomed them was nothing short of excellent. As honorable warrior people, the dogkin spared no expense to train excellent fighters, war was part of their culture. Investing in proper arenas was a given.

The structure was akin to an ancient coliseum built for both training and entertainment. Rows upon rows of stone seats formed a massive audience area, all facing a battlefield made of sand and rock. Enchanted torches lined the walls, providing lightning so that the arena could be kept open at all times of the day.

Quinlan and Raelor entered from opposite ends. Behind them, a handful of officiators—chosen warriors trusted by the beastkin council—entered. Their job was to ensure the duel was conducted properly and the outcome of it was fair beyond a shred of a doubt.

While the two combatants entered the waiting area that allowed them to make final preparations before stepping into the arena, the leaders took their places in the stands, with Silver moving toward the elevated seating reserved for the highest-ranking individuals. The rest of the leaders did so as well.

However, just as he was about to settle in, Vex slid into the seat beside him. A second later, Vargis did the same from the other side, sandwiching the foxkin leader between them.

Silver’s lips twitched in irritation, but he remained silent.

Their subordinates settled down near the three leaders. The old fox watched with dark eyes as Kitsara moved past the dogkin family, then the foxkin royalty and guards, only to sit in the midst of who he recognized as Devil’s women.

“Your tails are in my lap,” One of them announced before she began molesting the two tails all over. She was clad in armor and brandished a war axe at her side. “Amazing, you’re so fluffy! Do you shed your hair? They would make perfect pillows.”

The owner of the tails was less than impressed by these acts of hers.

“Let go of me, you vile woman!! I don’t shed hair and even if I did, I wouldn’t let you make pillows out of them!!” Kitsara hissed alarmedly before she began wrestling her precious tails from the woman’s clutches. As she was a mage while the aggressor was very evidently a physical fighter, the foxkin princess soon had a red forehead from the strain her body was undergoing.

Despite her best efforts, her delicate frame was no match for the sheer strength of her assailant. The warrior held firm while stroking her fur with the enthusiasm of a child discovering a new favorite toy.

Kitsara’s breath hitched as a shiver ran down her spine—whether from outrage or unwanted pleasure, she refused to acknowledge.

Yet, with every attempt to break free, her captor barely budged, forcing her to resort to kicking at the woman’s armored shin, which only resulted in a dull clang and a sharp sting in her own foot.

“Unhand me, you barbaric brute!” Kitsara shrieked. Her voice was losing its usual sultry grace in favor of sheer, unfiltered panic.

*Sigh* Vargis sighed with exhaustion at the display of his royal daughter. He loved Kitsara dearly, but he would be the first to admit she was a certified weirdo.

On the other hand, Silver was gritting his teeth with fury as he watched the display. Nine-Tailed Sorceresses were admired by all foxkin as if they were the greatest treasures of their race, yet here she was, disgracing her people. The results of growing up around the dumb dogkin created deep-rooted damage to her personal conduct. He would have to ensure she gets properly educated in the way of the foxkin once Raelor beats Devil.

Vex giggled amusedly at the display of the two young women before turning toward Vargis, speaking over Silver as if he didn’t even exist. “I take a nap for an hour or so, and by the time I awake, Devil has charmed a princess… What do you have to say about it, pappy?”