Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem

Chapter 1013: Racist Princess

Steam curled upwards in white tendrils as Seraphiel moved with the elegance of a seasoned artisan.

Her pale hands barely made a sound as she handled the porcelain instruments, her fingers tracing motions so fluid they seemed choreographed.

She poured the heated water in careful spirals over the dried flowers and crushed leaves, letting the mixture steep just long enough for color and aroma to mix and bloom into something more than what they would be if left separated.

Felicity leaned in with eyes wide, full of admiration. "Miss Elf, your technique rivals even the oldest human maids in the palace! This is proper art!"

Seraphiel offered a smug grin to the teen as her aura visibly brightened by the high praise she was receiving.

Her eyes were half-lidded like a cat basking in well-earned praise. "Of course. It’s only natural. Humans learn their skills, but this is in my blood. My ancestors perfected these brews before your ancestors left their nasty caves."

She sniffed lightly, resembling Blossom’s body language in this unique moment. "I can tell what ingredients are needed in what quantity just by scent and mood. I don’t need recipes."

Felicity let out an amazed "wow..." sound, but then she smirked. "So... Miss Elf, was I still being racist when I asked you to help brew tea because you’re an elf?"

"..." Seraphiel said nothing. Instead, she began humming an old elven lullaby as if the question never existed. Or rather, she did it because it existed.

Felicity stared at her dryly for two seconds. Then burst into bubbly giggles that shook her entire upper body. "Hehehe! I love you people! How can you be so much fun to be around?!" she gasped, wiping her eyes. "This is already the best day I’ve had in years, and we’re only just getting started!"

She looked back over her shoulder, where Quinlan was sitting beneath a vine-covered trellis, with his arms spread out, resting on the backs of his women. Namely, Miss Platinum and Miss Caramel.

Felicity’s smile brightened. "I’m really happy you managed to come."

Quinlan gave her a nod. "The honor is ours."

"!!"

Felicity huffed so strongly that it made her curls bounce. "Ugh! Drop that attitude! Stop treating me like I’m some royal princess-"

"But that’s exactly what you are..." Feng interjected from nearby.

"Hmph! Shush, Jiai," Felicity snapped without missing a beat, waving her hand at the oriental teen dismissively.

Feng’s eye twitched. Her fingers curled into fists so tight the knuckles whitened.

Quinlan suppressed a laugh as Ayame let out a quiet snicker, accompanied by many others. Aurora, Kitsara, Lucille, Jasmine... Even Serika and Vex joined in.

They might’ve been older than the rest, but having such simplistic fun was new to them.

The only ones who remained silent were Blossom and Iris. Blossom, because she rarely laughed for some reason, her brain was working on far too different wavelengths to find the same things funny as the others had. Ȑ₳ＮO͍ʙЕŝ

As for Iris... the woman was still in shock from experiencing the King’s show of force.

But, well, she wouldn’t have laughed even if that wasn’t the case.

That was when Felicity suddenly popped into view directly in front of Iris, bending at the waist with a curious look on her face. She did not appear suddenly because she moved with blinding speed or used some magic trick, but simply because Iris had been so deep in her headspace that she hadn’t noticed the princess walking over.

The only reason Iris was no longer frozen in place like a statue after experiencing the double aura of the king and Stormlord hitting her with immense hostility was because Kitsara had grabbed her by the waist and dragged her to the garden’s shaded corner minutes ago.

That aura outburst was a truly unique experience that made the Child of Reckoning not only realize she had much more to grow before she reached the stage she desired, but also made her incredibly motivated. She just needed a bit of time to digest all these thoughts, hence her current absent-minded state.

Felicity studied her with a strong sparkle in her eye. "I don’t believe we’ve met. Are you... Miss Black’s sister, by chance?"

The garden fell into a moment of silence. Lucille sighed, "Here we go again..."

Ayame’s smile died so fast it could’ve been assassinated. Her brows twitched furiously a thousand times in a second before her head snapped around toward Felicity.

"As if that could ever be possible!" she snapped. "I don’t know what part of that woman looks remotely related to me, but I assure you, it’s nothing. Absolutely nothing. Your eyes need more training." .

It was true enough. Ayame’s smooth, fair skin and jet-black hair screamed eastern nobility. Iris, meanwhile, was clearly a local of Western descent.

Quinlan wasn’t sure if Felicity had genuinely mistaken them or was simply stirring the pot for her own amusement. Though he had a very good guess.

If it was the latter... then mission accomplished.

Before anyone could interject, Iris blinked rapidly, finally surfacing from her stupor as if pulled out of a deep, cold pool.

Her eyes zeroed in on Felicity.

"Erase that thought right this instant," she growled.

Ayame scoffed. "You think you’d be the one cursed? Please..."

Felicity looked between the two of them with her head snapping back and forth as the curses were slung in the open, her grin widening like a satisfied cat. "Oh. Ohhh, I see. You two don’t get along."

"Understatement of the century, I’m afraid," Aurora exhaled while gently stroking Quinlan’s hand that was resting on her shoulder.

"Did you invite me to brew with you so you could run off and still have tea ready?"

Seraphiel’s voice sounded very accusatory on the surface, but anyone who knew the woman well would recognize that she was just playing around, having fun while messing with royalty.

Felicity yelped like a child caught sneaking cookies before dinner. "Eep!"

She spun on her heels and backed away from Iris with her hands up. She looked like she was under arrest.

"That wasn’t my intention at all. I just got distracted! You can’t blame me, I mean, just look at them!" She pointed toward Iris and Ayame, who were still glaring daggers at each other with all the grace of two cats trapped in a barrel.

Whether she was doing it on purpose or not wasn’t clear, but her response to Sera only served to add fuel to the fire.