Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem

Chapter 1105: A Queen’s Assassination

Black Fang gave a single nod. Her gaze was steady on Quinlan, already expecting the portal to bloom into existence.

Behind her, Vex glanced over her shoulder. Her fiery eyes met Quinlan’s calm ones, studying him for a heartbeat. Then her shoulders eased, and she let out a long exhale.

"Haaah..."

She hadn’t snapped because she rejected the plan outright. No, what had set her off was the way Black Fang had spoken to her beloved. That was what made her blood boil. But seeing the measured calculation in Quinlan’s eyes, the way he’d weighed every angle, she calmed.

"Break a leg," Vex said coolly to Black Fang.

Quinlan’s expression shifted. His eyes darkened as he invoked [Overlord’s Eyes], and at once his vision stretched beyond himself.

Cassandra’s point of view replaced his own.

The first thing he saw was steel glinting under the light of the forest as rows of immaculate plate armor could be observed, worn by twenty men and women who were moving in perfect formation through the dense forests of Greenvale.

Their equipment wasn’t ordinary; runes pulsed along every armor piece, and the blades they carried basically screamed, ’we’re high-tier artifacts.’

Quinlan let his borrowed gaze drift upward, searching the skies. He expected to find Morgana soaring above recklessly. But instead, to his disappointment, she was nestled firmly inside their formation. The Queen moved on foot with her guards packed tightly around her.

He clicked his tongue inwardly. "They’re tighter than I thought. She’s not in the air; she’s walking with them, surrounded. A clean strike will be difficult. Are you still sure about this?"

Black Fang’s violet eyes gleamed in response.

"Very well."

Quinlan raised his hand, and a portal tore open in the air. He positioned it a mile behind Morgana’s entourage, far enough that the rift’s mana wouldn’t alarm any guard with overly good senses.

The swirling vortex pulsed as it stabilized.

"As my cherished wife had already told you, Lady Black Fang, this is my home, which means I can’t afford to take risks here the way I do on the battlefield. I’ll keep this portal open for exactly ten seconds. If you don’t return by then, you’re on your own."

Black Fang met his gaze once more. Then, without another sound or gesture, she stepped into the darkness.

<Master, Queen Morgana is under attack,> came the words of Cassandra almost immediately.

<If you see a surefire way to kill the queen, do it. But otherwise act in correspondence with your duties as a royal guard,> Quinlan responded coldly. This was his solution to his earlier reservations. He would not use Cassandra to gamble on the attack. Either the attack would succeed, for which he was ready to sacrifice Cassandra, or it would fail, letting his pawn keep the act up.

"I just hope master thought this through. I have a bad feeling... She really doesn’t like Morgana," Vex sighed, looking at the portal wryly.

"Are you saying she might be acting more on impulse than logic right now?" Kitsara asked.

Seraphiel gave a sigh as well. "One of her disciples is dead, the other is half dead, while her home was destroyed. I can understand if she wants to shed some blood. I wouldn’t be happy in her situation either."

<Quin, what do you see?> the girls asked Quinlan, who was studying the ambush from Cassandra’s POV. But he didn’t respond. Instead, his eyes became clear again, and he clicked his fingers. The portal began to close.

The last inch of the portal was closing when a blur darted through.

Black Fang slipped back into their world with a scoff, both hands full. In one, she gripped a severed head by its hair. In the other, another man’s head dangled limply, blood dripping onto the ground. Neither face was familiar to anyone present. Certainly not Morgana’s. R̃άNỔ𝖇ÊⱾ

Her violet eyes burned with dissatisfaction, and she clearly paid the price for the attempt. Cuts and slashes marred her body. A few were shallow, but some were deep enough to glisten, fresh with crimson. Her clothes became even more torn, and her breathing was heavier than before. Even her stoic doll-like exterior couldn’t hide the truth; she was spent.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out that the woman had thrown herself into the fray, lunging for Morgana’s neck, no matter what stood between her and her target.

Vex blinked once, then looked at her master with dry amusement. "When I said ’break a leg,’ master, I didn’t mean it literally. It’s a figure of speech."

Black Fang turned her gaze. The glare she leveled at Vex was sharp enough to silence mountains. Vex lifted her hands, surrendering instantly.

But a new confrontation between the two women did not occur, as in the next moment, Black Fang swung both heads to the side and tossed them away like garbage, not sparing them a second glance. They landed on the forest floor with a wet thud.

Then she began walking back toward the stronghold, her pace steady despite her wounds.

After a few steps, however, she stopped.

Her shoulders rose and fell once in a visible breath before she turned her head. Over her shoulder, those mesmerizing purple eyes found Quinlan again. They still smoldered with anger, but there was something else now. A fragile, fleeting shine that almost softened them.

"... I will not cause problems."

The words came out low, almost stiff, as though her tongue was unused to shaping them. It was a request—at least the unsaid part of her statement—but still delivered in the cold, clipped manner of a killer who didn’t quite know how to ask without sounding like a demand.

For a moment, silence hung.

Then, as they all realized that she was awkwardly asking for permission to stay in their home, Vex’s entire aura shifted. Her lips curved into a bright grin, looking proud of not only finally fully standing up to her master for the first time, but also her master respecting her words as well.

Quinlan gave a single nod. "It was a nice try back there. I’m thoroughly impressed."

He stepped forward, walking toward the woman. "I’ll have the maids prepare a room for you."

Black Fang didn’t smile. She didn’t thank him either. With that same awkward coldness that marked her every word, she turned away again, resuming her walk to the stronghold once he stood next to her.

But based on Vex’s utterly brimming aura, they all understood that this blood-soaked murder machine was asking as tenderly as ever, a unique moment in the lives of these multiple centuries-old, slightly unhinged women.

Now, with the entire Black Fang gang in Quinlan’s home, the place would become the true definition of chaos.