Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem

Chapter 1020: Royal Argument

She turned her head slowly, and with only a single pointed look, the girl slouched, face sullen. She obediently folded her hands in front and didn’t speak another word, moving to take her place behind the royal couple, standing next to her siblings.

At least Quinlan’s table was as close to hers as one could reasonably expect.

The herald at the door raised his staff.

"Announcing the arrival of the Duskmere family!"

Quinlan’s attention sharpened as the new figures entered, dressed in black and silver garments woven with shining moon-like thread and trimmed in the dusky purples of the western isles.

<Can someone explain to me why exactly is the Duke’s wife standing behind the king and queen?> he asked through [Master’s Link] <She might be their daughter, but shouldn’t she be standing next to her husband?>

<Tradition> Ayame answered flatly. <This is the Vraven Kingdom, Quin, not the kingdoms of old you were used to hearing about on Earth. Here, the royal family stands above all. Even daughters who marry out are still considered second only to the crown.>

She gave a mental shrug.

<Honestly, it wouldn’t surprise me if Calienne was the real decision maker in Duskmere. At least while King Alexios still breathes, such is the weight of his name.>

<Okay, but...> Kitsara butted into the conversation, brushing off the political tangents as if they were dust on her robes. <Am I the only one who thinks we should be talking about Morgana’s eyes instead? Quin only unlocked such a physical display of elemental harmony after his second primordial trial! You know, where he was taken to a freaking dying world to learn of its primordial elements and then to a literal closed-off world to learn martial arts?! Morgana is just a mortal human who faced none of that!>

<Her class is Epic-tier,> Ayame admitted.

<Right!> Kitsara shouted. <You’re a Harbinger, Quin. First, the Avatar of the Elements, and now the Harbinger of Aeons! Yet she somehow also has elemental eyes?>

<How did we not know she had them in the first place? She must’ve unlocked them recently...> Jasmine chimed in, feeling a lot less agitated about the topic than the foxkin.

Aurora couldn’t help but giggle. <No wonder the woman looks like she wants to leave. I bet she’s been researching them extensively and is itching to return to the labs.>

<Blossom thinks that Slutty Foxy didn’t realize something important. Master’s eyes might look similar on the surface, but they are not at all the same!> The quietest voice decreed, out of nowhere. <subtex>.</subtex>

Everyone stopped their own train of thought.

<Blossom sees that the Queen’s eyes are weaker, but more refined,> she went on in her dreamy cadence. <Master’s eyes are raw. Beautiful and incredibly powerful. The Queens are weaker but more controlled. She’s had centuries to hone them.>

<Blossom thinks Master has a much higher potential. But... he hasn’t trained as long. Even if the primordial trials are so, so hard to pass and they allow Master to experience things mortals couldn’t and as a result very strongly increase his rate of growth, they don’t replace four centuries of elemental casting and studying.>

There was a beat of silence.

Then everyone slowly turned to stare at her.

<... Did Blossom just say all that?> Ayame asked.

Blossom, sensing their gazes, merely increased the wagging speed of her tail, feeling very proud.

<Blossom has spent many, many hours watching Master... Gazing directly into his eyes during the day... and thinking about him all night. Every night. So she easily noticed such a major difference between Master’s and the Queen’s eyes.>

Her tone was so blissfully innocent that it made the telepathic silence ring even louder.

The official voice of the hall’s herald interrupted their thoughts.

"Duke Alastair Greenvale of the Eastern Territories, his wife Lady Isolde, and their daughters, Ladies Amara and Vivienne Greenvale."

The side doors opened wide, and Alastair strode in with confident ease, head held high as if the entire hall existed purely to welcome him.

He was flanked by his coldly elegant wife, a tall woman with aristocratic bearing, and the twin daughters—Amara and Vivienne—both clad in identical dresses tailored to flatter. The girls looked ahead blankly, never once glancing at Quinlan’s table. 𝑅åΝȮ฿Êŝ

They had no choice in the matter. The moment he had enslaved them, his [Primordial Subjugator] class took effect. His orders could not be resisted. ’Do not look. Do not even glance.’ And so they didn’t.

Lucille, seated beside Ayame, sat still and quiet as the Greenvale family passed. Her eyes never blinked behind the mask. Her nails pressed hard into the armrest of her chair.

That woman.

Duchess Ophira. The snake woman who had ordered the assassination of her mother, Mirabelle, just so she could be the sole wife. The one who burned her old life down and forced Lucille into a life of hiding and compromise.

She was the reason Lucille went from a noble’s daughter, raised in utmost privilege, to a homeless, defenseless girl forced into exile.

’Finally, we meet again... You look just as hideous as I remember,’ Lucille whispered inwardly. Despite Ophira walking with her head held high and an expression full of self-importance, Lucille couldn’t help but get a strange sense of satisfaction.

It took her two decades to meet the target of her revenge. In those two decades, she went from a hopeless teenager, to a dejected and depressed innkeeper’s wife, to now being a Bloodmonger, an upgraded Berserker, and a woman who was accepted into the family of a man even the most prominent figures could only label as an anomaly and a monster. She was accepted by such a powerful man despite being the sole woman who couldn’t offer him her virginity, making her a tainted woman.

At least, such was Lucille’s thought process on the matter. Naturally, Quinlan didn’t agree with her at all. She was not a tainted woman in his eyes but a wonderful existence deserving the exact same treatment as the rest of his lovers.

Nevertheless, Lucille wasn’t just accepted by such a man. She was an important member of the Elysiar family and a pillar of support said otherworldly entity leaned on in his rare times of need.

She became so much more than she ever thought possible.

Revenge was no longer out of the realm of possibilities.

She watched the back of Ophira’s head with cold eyes that her friends and family would struggle to recognize. This glare of hers was reserved only for this woman—and anyone who’d dare lay their fingers on her beloved family.

And then came the next announcement.

"Now presenting! Duchess Kaede Fujimori of Silverwind!"

The room stirred.

Ayame’s fists curled tightly under the table.

Now it was her turn to feel immensely strong emotions.