Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem - Chapter 855

Chapter 855: Arrival to Silken Veil
The next day broke with clear skies and a soft veil of morning mist clinging to the treetops. Quinlan stood with his body still carrying the soreness from yesterday’s brutal spar. Beside him, Serika stretched her arms behind her back, her usual crop top-style armor replaced by something just a touch more formal—still sleeveless, of course.

They weren’t alone.

Serika’s squad of elite scouts flanked them like shadows—silent, sharp-eyed, and ready. Each wore forest-toned cloaks that allowed them to melt into the scenery. As the group moved, the mist around them seemed to peel away, parting before their path as if nature itself had been taught not to stand in their way.

Feng skipped forward with her usual effortless grace, freshly bathed, dressed in soft blues and greens, her dark hair tied into a high, bouncing tail. “I can’t believe we’re really going to the capital!” she cheered, smiling.

“Have you been there before?” Serika asked with a little moan of “Hmm!” once she was done with her stretching.

“Never! But I heard so many tales of its wonders!”

“Well, I believe reality won’t disappoint you this time around…” The Fire Sovereign smiled at the eager teenager.

Quinlan glanced at the pair. “So… tell me about this Queen Nalai. The way you, Teach, said her name yesterday, it made me feel like she’s some sort of a saint.”

Feng’s eyes sparkled with genuine warmth. “She’s a wonderful leader! Beloved by almost everyone in Naryssia—an impossible feat, honestly. She passed sweeping laws that improved the quality of life for the commoners, like subsidized spiritual medicine, fairer food distribution, and clean water access. And somehow, she kept cultivators happy too—such as providing us with higher-grade cultivation resources, better dueling grounds, and open martial academies in every major province.”

“Sounds like a miracle worker,” Quinlan muttered.

Serika let out a dry chuckle. “She is.” Her voice had no trace of jealousy, just self-deprecating facts.

Then, after a moment, she added, “When it comes to ruling, I’m a dumb toddler next to her. She’s better than I in every way except combat.”

She said it with a strangely soft smile, the kind that didn’t belong to a proud warrior but to someone remembering a treasured melody from the past. It lingered on her lips as the mist curled around her like steam.

That tenderness struck Quinlan as odd. Sovereigns of opposing elements should have been at each other’s throats. Fire and Water were destructive opposites. But he said nothing, simply storing the observation away, watching Serika’s smile with thoughtful eyes.

…

By midday, the misty forest thinned.

Trees grew more slender and evenly spaced, and the oppressive humidity gave way to a milder, crisper air. The ground beneath their feet turned springy with drewy grass, and streams meandered across their path, fed by distant snowcaps on the horizon.

They had crossed a biome line.

The rich, volcanic reds and blacks of Vulkaris were long behind them. Now the world was painted in cool greens, serene blues, and soft silver light that filtered through drifting clouds. Birdsong replaced the distant roars of magma vents, and the air tasted of fresh nature.

They moved swiftly, hours passing in a blur of motion. Even Feng, despite being at the Meridian Opening stage, kept up with them. She didn’t complain once, clearly energized by visiting the capital city for the first time in her life.

She pointed out hidden brooks and small forest shrines, even throwing stones into streams and whispering childhood wishes as she guided them through her homeland—though Serika’s scouts could’ve done the job in her stead, they each decided to allow the eager little lady to have her fun.

By the second day’s arrival, they crested a hill, and the capital of Naryssia stretched before them.

It was a breathtaking contrast to Vulkaris’ molten chaos.

Where the capital of the Fire Nation had been a loud, blazingly hot furnace of stone towers, lava canals, and booming market streets, this was a city sculpted in harmony with nature.

Curved spires of glacial-blue crystal rose from gentle slopes, catching the sunlight and scattering it like rainbows across shimmering lakes. Canals flowed through the streets like lifelines, powering mills and irrigation channels. Trees were grown into the very architecture, with whole buildings formed from living wood and vine, shaped by cultivation arts instead of steel or stone. Bridges arched over slow-moving water, and the scent of sakura and mountain lilies lingered in the wind.

It wasn’t loud.

It wasn’t spicy.

It didn’t smell of scorched stone or seared meat.

It breathed.

A city of water, built to flow, not burn.

Quinlan slowed to take it all in, his senses absorbing every glint of crystalline light, every flicker of qi dancing through the open-air pavilions, every whisper of serenity in the air.

“Welcome to Naryssia’s capital, Silken Veil,” Serika spoke up from beside them with her arms folded behind her head.

Feng exhaled beside them with starry eyes. “Amazing…!!”

Suddenly, a group of guards reached them, gliding over the polished stone of the hilltop path. Their armor was unlike anything Quinlan had seen: woven from silvery-blue scalecloth that looked a bit like fish skin. Helmets shaped like koi, eels, or river serpents obscured their faces, and their spears bore curved tips shaped like crashing waves or lotus thorns.

But as they took up formation around the group, their confident approach suddenly faltered.

Their leader—tall, broad-shouldered, and masked by a mirrored visor—stopped cold. His stance wavered as his gaze settled on the relaxed woman in front of them, arms casually folded behind her head as though she hadn’t just marched into enemy territory with a swagger.

The leader’s voice cracked.

“Y-You… Fire Sovereign Serika Vael… Are you…? Is this an invasion?!”

His men raised their weapons, but Quinlan could already see their grips tremble. A few were sweating beneath their helms.

Serika blinked slowly, her expression calm, before she stepped forward just once.

Just one step.

“Boo!” she said a single word.

The effect was immediate.

One of the younger guards gave a strangled noise and collapsed like a sack of wet rice, fainting outright. The others stumbled back in perfect synchronicity, weapons faltering, jaws slack in growing horror.

Quinlan sighed and rubbed his temple. “Would it kill you to act like a proper ruler for once?”

“Whatever could you mean?” Serika asked innocently, before flashing a teeth-baring grin that made the guards flinch again. “I am being proper, aren’t I?”

“Ugh,” Feng groaned. “Please stop terrifying the locals…”

“I’ll behave, I promise,” Serika chuckled with visible delight. She waved a hand lazily at the guards. “Tell your Queen we’re here. I’d suggest you hurry, if you value your lives.”

The soldiers scrambled like kicked fish. The leader managed a shaky salute before barking orders, two of the squad rushing down the city path to inform the royal palace, while the others formed a trembling escort around the trio while Serika’s group of scouts were being escorted to temporary lodgings meant for guests of the kingdom.

“Idiots,” Feng muttered, not bothering to hide her dismay.

“Idiots?” Quinlan echoed.

She folded her arms under her chest and exhaled deeply. “You and her. We just got here and I already need a vacation away from this vacation.”

Both him and Serika laughed together at Feng’s antics.

As they entered Silken Veil, the change in atmosphere was profound.