Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem

Chapter 1094: Sorry

Finally, she parted her arms wide, raising both limbs toward the ceiling in surrender as though offering herself up to judgment.

"My bad."

Her grin unfurled, wicked and utterly unrepentant.

"Sorry."

"Haaah..."

Alexios exhaled, and it felt like all the weight of the kingdom pressed down on his shoulders. His wife was a lunatic, his daughter was in the hands of a criminal, and his capital had been terrorized in broad daylight. It felt incredibly suffocating.

Yet he was not a man who buckled under pressure, no matter how much it was. He never had, never would.

But in this moment, Devil’s words returned to him, clear as steel.

’You can’t control your wife.’

And for the first time, Alexios accepted it. Truly accepted it. Devil was right. He had been right all along.

What could he do? Strike her down? For what crime? Morgana was an unrepentant hedonist, but nothing she had done broke the letter of the law. As she herself had said, she used bait to try to catch a known criminal. It was Devil who resisted arrest and caused destruction as a result.

To an outsider, her logic would look sound. She was justified in what she’d done; merely the execution lacked in polish, and that was the reason behind today’s catastrophe.

But to him, her actions reeked. They disgusted him. They disappointed him.

And so, with a voice heavier than iron, he spoke.

"Your presence here has already resulted in the deaths of thousands of innocent citizens. If you remain, more will surely follow. As king, I hereby banish you from the royal capital. Until said otherwise, you are forbidden to return."

For a brief moment, Morgana froze. Her arms lowered from their mocking position. Her eyes darkened. "You tread very dangerous waters, Alexios Valorian."

But then, with all the capricious madness of the woman she was, her face lit up in a sudden, dazzling grin as if she were a proper schizophrenic. Her tone flipped cheerful.

"But, sure! I accept. I’ve gotten bored with this dreary place anyway. The duchy of Greenvale is far more interesting these days."

Without any further ado, she stood and began walking toward the door. No arguments, no defense cases mounted, no hurt visible in her entire frame for being all but exiled by her husband.

"You are to send my research funds to you know where."

She didn’t so much as glance back at him. She parted her lips and made a hand gesture, and instantly, her wind magic stirred, pulling stray scrolls, tomes, and trinkets off shelves and tables, levitating toward her in a near-endless torrent of objects before vanishing into her storage ring.

"Oh, and I’ll be taking the strongest of the Royal Guard as my escort. After all..." she let out a sarcastic giggle, never breaking stride "... I’m just a fragile little mage. I’ll need my meat shields. Or do you want your poor wife to face the dangers of the outside world without protection?"

Her sarcasm was palpable, for she was not at all a ’fragile little mage.’ She might’ve been an entirely offense-focused elemental spellcaster, but she was still one of the strongest beings in the world. She had perhaps the greatest mass destruction potential out of all humans alive today, and her dueling capabilities were not lacking either.

Morgana did not reach her level and proficiency by taking no risks and walking around with a bodyguard unit at all times. In fact, when she left the palace, she often did so alone. She faced the elf queen back then in her lonesome as well.

Another wave of her fingers came, and more belongings zipped through the air into her ring. Piece by piece, she shed her courtly attire and replaced it with her battle garb. The flowing silks of a queen gave way to the layered weaves of her official combat robes, until she stood cloaked in the attire of war. Her staff floated from its stand and landed neatly in her hand.

At last, she reached the doorway. And only then did she finally glance over her shoulder at her husband.

"See you in eighty-six years, when the contract demands it."

But then she visibly brightened as an idea sparked across her expression.

"Actually, scratch that. Just send me your sperm and I’ll take care of it."

She let go of an unhinged giggle, after which, with deliberate flair, she lifted her crown off her head and flicked it with a finger. Wind magic carried it from her hold, spinning in the air before clattering to the floor at Alexios’s feet. 𝖗𝘼𐌽𝐨𐌱ÊŠ

"Bye, Husband~" she sang with an excited tone, excited to get her hands dirty in the hunt for Devil.

She turned and opened the door, already calling:

"Andre, Cassandra, follow me. Ready the other squad captains, we’re moving out. Oh, and I wonder what my sister is up to...?"

Her footsteps echoed, fading, until silence swallowed the room.

Alexios stared at the crown at his feet for a long, unmoving minute.

Then the millennia-old man released the most exhausted sigh of his lifetime.

"Ancestors, grant me strength."

...

The phantom ache never left.

Even as the healer pulled back his glowing staff and declared the treatment complete, Teral Vexmore, the count’s son who pulled Kitsara’s fake tail back in the feast, still felt the echo of the accursed Black’s explosive strike burning through his nerves. It was as though his flesh, bone, and marrow all remembered what it was like to be shredded apart and forced back together. Every step, every breath... it lingered.

He sat there on the edge of the bed with his shoulders hunched, staring down at the pristine bandages that were no longer needed. He should have felt relief. He should have felt joy that his body was whole again. Instead, a dull emptiness gnawed at his chest. His brothers were dead. He was the last heir of House Vexmore.

’If only that were all my problems...’ he sighed dejectedly.

The healer excused himself politely after muttering something about rest, about not pushing himself too hard. Teral didn’t listen. He rose from the bed and slowly made his way out of the healing ward.

Just outside, faint whispers caught his ear. Two young maids stood near the staircase, leaning close together, eyes wide with excitement. They were waiting for his treatment to be finished. However, they did not do so quietly.

"Did you hear?! Queen Morgana has left the royal palace!" one gasped with starry eyes full of excitement.