Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem

Chapter 1090: Bonding Time

Jasmine grinned widely, visibly feeling relieved that the gamble of bringing her mother to this trauma-inducing place worked as she had hoped. The merchant girl’s eyes began gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "I know, right? I’ve been using this trash as my punching bag for days now. At first I didn’t think I’d enjoy it... But Mom, torturing him is the true meaning of liberation. I think this is what you need to properly start your life anew. Please... I’m begging. If you feel your heart is ready, give it a go."

"There’s no need to beg me, daughter... I might look like a fragile and miserable old woman, but you have no idea how long I wished to return the hurt this man gave me."

Tears of joy formed in Jasmine’s eyes as she whispered, "You haven’t lost your fire through the decades of torture and captivity, have you, Mom?"

Gina’s voice lowered as her gaze swept the room. "How could I? My daughter was fighting to free me all this time. I couldn’t afford to give up before she did, or I would be a failure of a mother."

She walked slowly among the devices, fingers brushing the cold steel of a clamp, the serrated edge of a whip. She examined each one with growing hunger.

Behind them, Aurelion shrieked desperately, tears streaming down his ruined face. "Gina! My beloved wife, please! Save me! Forgive me!"

But Gina didn’t even look at him. She caressed the handle of an iron brand, her voice soft with venomous amusement.

"Oh, how the mighty have fallen..."

Gina’s lips curled into a smile that was far too calm for the storm brewing inside her. Over her shoulder, she looked at Jasmine with a gaze that was equal parts loving and predatory.

"Daughter? How about starting our memory-making as free women right now? I think we are in desperate need of some... mother-daughter bonding."

Jasmine’s breath caught. Then a trembling giggle slipped out. She swiped the tears from her cheeks and nodded with a tender glow in her eyes.

"I’d love nothing more than that!"

Her hand closed around a blood-stained plier. She flipped it with casual ease, twirling it in her hands like a child playing with a toy.

Aurelion’s eyes bulged in horror. "N-No! No, please! Don’t—don’t do this!" His voice soon broke into a hysterical wail as the two women moved toward him in unison.

Their shadows merged on the wall. Two liberated women, walking together for the first time in their lives.

His raw voice tore through the dungeon.

"No! MERCY!!!"

But his screams were drowned by the sound of his wife’s laughter, joined by his daughter’s, echoing mercilessly through the chamber.

...

"What wonderful mother-daughter duos we have here," Lucille chuckled as Aurelion’s muted but very much audible wails reached the group standing outside. "The elven pair just bonded over attacking the human capital, and the human pair is now bonding over torturing a scumbag."

Seraphiel was quick to lay a jab into the cheery, caramel-haired woman. "That reminds me, don’t we have one more human mother-daughter pair among our ranks, dear Lucille?"

The Bloodmonger’s chuckling instantly ceased. Indeed, she was a mother as well. "H-hey! I do care for Mavena!"

The gorgeous elf nodded along. "Yeah, she’s still in Braedon tending to that shabby inn alongside the man you divorced. Nice going there, Miss Mother of the year."

Lucille gasped. Many gazes found their mark on her. She was quick to reply. "I’ve been visiting Mavena very often!"

"Is that so...?" the elf began shaking her head in pretend disapproval. Seraphiel was just having fun at Lucille’s expense; she knew how much the woman cared for her daughter.

However, her words did ring true.

"..." Lucille’s shoulders slumped dejectedly as she was forced to accept that she might’ve been giving her daughter less attention than she deserved. However, she did have her reason. Mavena was an adult woman with a life of her own. She had all her friends and acquaintances in Braedon, which was the only home she knew.

What could Lucille do? Bring Mavena here?

The girl would be lonely and isolated here. The only thing she could do when the warriors left for war or other tasks was help the elves garden Rosie’s tree. This place was heaven for women like Poppy, Blossom’s sister, who was happily exploring and leveling up by fighting in the surroundings. But as a civilian who had no interest in leveling up, Mavena would’ve gone crazy here. ŗÀＮǑΒЁś

A sudden palm landed on top of Lucille’s scalp. She didn’t have to look to know who it belonged to. Only a single person had such large, supportive palms in their midst. Or rather, in the entire world, if one were to ask the caramel-haired woman.

"Don’t torment yourself. We’ve already discussed this. Once Miri Town’s infrastructure has been built and order established, we’ll relocate Mavena and Robert there. They can run a much better inn there, or do whatever their heart desires."

"That’s nice and all, but the relocation should be sped up drastically," Ayame’s serious tone sounded. "With all the new tension, I doubt that Braedon will be the same safe place under the Consortium’s influence as it was before. Order will crumble thanks to the manhunt for Consortium higher-ups."

"Right," Quinlan nodded in agreement and sent his cheeky but trustworthy samurai an appreciative glance. "Can I leave it to you girls to check on Miri Town? Make preparations for the relocation. Let’s get it over with right now. I see no reason to waste time. Lucille, I’ll portal you to Braedon to break the news to your daughter in the meantime."

...

The portals shimmered shut one after another, scattering Quinlan’s women across the nation.

Far away, beyond the throne and its gilded splendor, the capital wore a shroud of silence.

A lone man walked through its ruined streets.

King Alexios Valorian.

The streets that once sang with life now resembled a graveyard. Cobblestone paths were blackened and warped where the invading force had struck. Shattered homes still bled smoke from their wounds. A toppled fountain lay broken in half as water pooled across the stones. If one were to ask the king, it looked like the city’s infrastructure itself was sobbing.

The king walked through it all alone.