Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem

Chapter 1273: Drama

Morgana inhaled once, steady and sharp.

"It was the best decision."

Lilith’s eyebrow twitched. "Was it?"

"If it was Void who ambushed him instead of me, he would’ve escaped even easier."

Lilith took a slow step forward, clearly in utter disapproval. "Why are you so sure?"

"Because I’m stronger than her," Morgana answered without hesitation and also took a step forward. Now, the two sisters stood an inch away from one another, chest to chest.

Not caring one bit that she was now facing a visibly enraged swordswoman in melee range, Morgana continued, "And he still managed to slip out. I don’t know what that armor of his is, or was, considering its state after taking my hit. But it would’ve tanked anything Void threw at him."

Her gaze tightened.

"And afterward? She would’ve still been sliced up by that poisonous cunt. Then..." *bam!* She made a short, cutting motion with her fingers. "Little sister, if not for me risking myself and sacrificing my one-of-a-kind artifact, you would’ve donated a second minion to Devil."

The reference hit the group like a dropped blade.

Scar.

Lilith’s expression emptied in an instant. All heat vanished.

What replaced it was cold enough to freeze the air around her.

Her hand twitched near her hip, then shot forward and clasped Morgana’s throat. "What did you just say to me?" she growled with immense fury.

Morgana didn’t even blink. "Let me down, Sister," she demanded.

Lilith looked one second away from snapping her sister’s neck.

That was when Chizuru stepped between them. She didn’t raise her voice. She didn’t scold. She simply settled a steadying hand on Lilith’s shoulder, another on Morgana’s, easing the tension with the quiet firmness of someone who had done this far too many times.

"Enough."

She glanced between them, her posture almost grandmotherly. "You two can settle your differences once we achieve our goals. We agreed to form this combat group and set our differences aside. So, for now... calm yourselves."

Lilith’s jaw flexed, but she didn’t move to release Morgana.

She REALLY looked like a woman who wanted to murder her blood.

Chizuru continued, "We may have lost our target for the moment, but we gained something far more valuable."

Morgana’s brow rose slightly as she struggled to breathe. "Oh?"

"Information," Chizuru said. "About his allies. His current limits. His equipment. His coordination. All of which he can’t change overnight."

Kaede stepped forward next, arms crossed, voice clipped but thoughtful.

"Next time, we’ll position differently. I’ll open the portal farther out. He’ll be too far to do anything, won’t even sense our arrival until we land on the ground and ambush him before he can even open a portal."

Her eyes flicked toward Morgana.

"Either way, we dictate the field."

Then to Lilith. "And one of our trump cards is Morgana. She’s the best counter to Devil’s elemental magic. She can counter whatever he does, overwhelm his attacks with her own. He seems to have a finer hold over the elements, but Morgana overpowers him with raw elemental might."

Lilith did not seem intent on obeying, prompting Kaede to add, "This time we made a blunder, but it was the first time we tried to fight together, in the air, against a hundred summons and the little anomaly himself... Thus, I ask you to remove your hand, Lilith Ravenshade. Are you willing to give up on all your goals and dreams because your sister spoke rudely to you?"

Lilith’s hand hovered at her sister’s throat. "It was not rude, but plain ugly and disrespectful to my fallen comrade! You simply don’t say things like that and expect to suffer no repercussions!" she spat.

Morgana didn’t flinch.

Didn’t step back.

Didn’t apologize.

Clearly, she did indeed expect not to suffer repercussions.

Their eyes locked, one pair burning cold, the other steady and sharp.

The air tightened between them.

Lilith’s hatred simmered so vividly that even Chizuru paused her breath.

Neither blinked.

Neither broke.

Seconds stretched.

Lilith’s stare finally shifted, not softening, but cooling into something far more controlled. A razor glint replaced the raw fury.

Her fingers loosened.

She lowered her hand from Morgana’s throat, slowly, like a blade being returned to its sheath.

Her voice came out quiet, steady, and absolutely venomous:

"You know... if Devil ever manages to kill you, I’ll be the first person in the whole damned kingdom who won’t even think of mourning the loss of their queen."

She walked past Morgana without waiting for a reaction.

Chizuru slid a glance toward both sisters, confirming the storm had passed... For now.

Kaede exhaled. "Good. Then we can move."

No more words were exchanged.

Together, they advanced toward the Reddholm estate.

What awaited them was ruin.

The outer halls were torn open. Walls cracked. Furniture smashed into splinters. Bodies lay scattered across the polished floors.

Soldiers.

Guards.

Every one of them was dead where they stood, felled fast enough that they hadn’t managed to scream.

Chizuru knelt beside one corpse, checking its angle, the tension in its limbs, the cooling of the skin. "Instant. No suffering."

Kaede pointed deeper inside. "The private chambers."

They pushed forward and stopped just inside the next hall.

Small shapes huddled behind curtains, under tables, curled against the bases of pillars.

Servants. Pale. Shaking. Holding onto each other to stay silent.

They were alive.

Jallen’s eyes narrowed. "He didn’t kill them."

Bronnya scanned the room with a slow, calculating sweep. "Devil is more than strong enough to notice everything in this hall the second he entered. All of the uneven breathing, the loudly beating hearts... If even a lousy tank like I can sense them, then I’m sure he could as well."

Void agreed.

"And even if he couldn’t, Black Fang was with him. They knew of their presence."

Kaede felt confused. "Then why are they still breathing?"

"I think they spared them..." Chizuru spoke with a pale face, as if she herself couldn’t believe her own findings.

Every single one of them had walked in with the same assumption: the unholy combination of Devil and Black Fang, forged in the deepest depths of hell, meant indiscriminate destruction.

Anything alive in their way would be left in pieces.

So seeing servants trembling yet breathing forced their thoughts to a halt.

The idea was obvious.

But accepting it wasn’t.

They stared at the cowering figures, hiding very unsuccessfully behind pieces of furniture, each of them alive by choice, not by luck.

Why would two monsters in human skin spare witnesses?

Why leave anyone capable of telling the world what happened here?

There was no kindness to be found in that duo.

No mercy.

Lilith crossed her arms as she surveyed the hall. "They must’ve been racing against the clock."

The reasoning clicked for the others. It was due to a time constraint so tight they couldn’t justify stopping to kill servants.

That must’ve been the case. Nothing else made sense.

The group moved on.

They reached the main bedroom.

The count’s body lay on the floor, neck twisted at an unnatural angle. His limbs sprawled in a way that showed how quick the kill had been. No wounds besides the killing blow. No struggle. Just a single decisive strike.

Chizuru stiffened again. "He spared the countess...?"

Indeed, a woman sat against the far wall, eyes swollen, breath uneven. Her gaze drifted unfocused over nothing, as if something inside her had already been broken long before they stepped in.

She didn’t react when they approached.

Lilith crouched. "What happened here?"

The countess blinked weakly, wiping her cheek with the back of her shaking hand. Her voice wavered.

"The estate... it was stormed by one man and two women. They killed my husband and spared me."

Jallen raised an eyebrow. "Two women?"

"Yes... one was Black Fang. I recognized her from the posters."

She swallowed, then forced out the next part. "The other... I don’t know her. A young oriental woman."

Kaede’s hand moved slowly to her spatial ring. She pulled out a folded parchment, then opened it fully.

The portrait of Ayame Fujimori stared back at them.

Kaede held it in front of the countess. "Her?"

The woman’s reaction was immediate. A sharp intake of air, followed by a trembling nod.

Chizuru’s shoulders sagged with dejection. They were aware that she was on his side already, but...

"What a group this is... the Primordial Villain, flanked by the first two Fujimori heirs... Our clan’s image shall never recover," Her tone carried something between disbelief and resignation. "Ayame has fallen far if these are the people she walks beside."

Void’s reply came without hesitation.

"Didn’t you, like, sell her into slavery? It was he who bought her contract, fair and square..."

She sounded dry, almost bored. But it was more than that; a blade disguised as a remark.

Chizuru whipped her head toward the woman with lazy eyes. "I saw no collars on that girl’s neck the last time."

Which meant Ayame wasn’t bound by spell or command.

Which meant she followed him by choice.

Kaede looked away, jaw tight.

The tension in the room lingered for a long time.

...

The world shifted.

Black Fang and Quinlan arrived on the other end of the portal, landing softly despite Quinlan’s heavy tackle.