Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem

Chapter 1403  Procession

The seam held steady.

The flow resumed with a different rhythm this time, quicker and more assured, as if the hesitation had been burned away by the first crossings. Felicity and Feng ran over quickly, holding each other's hands. They only did so after getting Quinlan's permission, as he asked the girls beforehand to come one by one.

It seemed Felicity might have been a bit anxious. Feng, who was already quite the veteran, came first, with the princess following after. The oriental teen looked very pleased with herself.

After them came Kitsara, flicking three fluffy white tails behind her. The foxkin's eyes instantly landed on Karl for a reason she herself didn't quite understand yet. Maybe it was because he was a pig-faced guy in a tuxedo.

Serika stepped through next, followed by Vex. The two oldest girls in Quinlan's harem showed no signs of apprehension or great anxiety. This time, not even the Hexwitch's mouth filter failed. She was a smart woman who understood the implications of this moment.

She went from being one of many strong fighters in the history of Thalorind to being one of the single most privileged entities in its recorded past. Thus, she bowed, prim and proper, and smiled, showcasing her gorgeous features.

The Hexwitch did her utmost to earn favor with her mothers-in-law, knowing they were important people to win over in her never-ending quest to push herself deeper and deeper into Quinlan's heart.

The duo was followed by the rest of the adventurer gang, namely Iris, Lyra, and Ria. They were as composed.

Iris slowed the moment she crossed, eyes moving across the village as if checking that it was truly real despite knowing it was. Lyra's shoulders stayed tight, hands clasped together at her front, while Ria hovered half a step behind her, gaze sheepishly flicking between the primordials and the seam.

They still made it through without incident.

Iris cleared her throat, then took charge by necessity, seeing that the other two nearly completely froze. One hand closed around Lyra's shoulder, and the other hooked Ria's. She tugged them both forward, giving space for whoever came next.

The seam rippled again.

This time, there was no pause at all.

A blonde figure burst through, posture straight, steps neat, tail held perfectly still.

"Blossom greets her mothers-in-law!"

Her voice rang out bright and clear. She stopped precisely two steps in, feet together, hands folded over her dress, which was a beautiful, crystal blue attire instead of her BDSM-like leather gear. Lumi became a statue on the spot.

Miri squealed.

"Oh, she is too precious!" Lumi said, already moving.

"Come here, you sweet girl~" Miri chirped.

They descended on her at once.

Blossom's ears vanished under gentle hands. Fingers brushed through her hair, thumbs rubbing the soft base of her ears as if they had waited years for the opportunity. Blossom held her posture for a whole second longer, smile steady, before a small giggle slipped out.

Her tail betrayed her first, starting to sway rapidly.

"Thank you for taking care of our son, Blossom…" the mothers purred.

"It's Blossom's pleasure!"

She bowed, a little too deeply, then straightened and scampered forward, composure abandoned the instant she reached Quinlan. She ran straight into him, arms wrapping around his waist as she pressed her cheek to his chest.

<Did Blossom make a good impression, Master…?> she asked, eyes wide as she looked up at him, the question carried softly through their link.

<They utterly adore you. You did excellent.>

Her tail shot straight up.

<Really?!> The thought came fast and bright. <Blossom practiced a lot with Natalie and Poppy! They played the role of the two mothers!>

He looked down at her, at the way she tried to stand straight again while her tail still moved behind her in too eager, happy arcs.

The urge was immediate.

He lifted a hand and scratched gently behind her ear.

Blossom melted into it at once.

"That's certainly a stylistic choice," Kiryssa murmured, seeing the dogkin collar around Blossom's throat. Indeed, the girl refused to take it off even if she wore a pretty dress with it, with the only exception being when it came time for washing. But that in itself was a whole ritualistic ordeal, where no one was allowed to disturb the dogkin assassin. "I approve," Vaelor nodded, receiving a truly dry expression from the drow woman. "Now I remember. This is why we went our separate ways."

"Quinnie is not a sadist or a sexual deviant. He's the Primordial Subjugator!" Miri decreed proudly, huffing her chest.

"Hah?" Vaelor grunted.

"Yes, we are his slaves, we just don't have to wear a collar… It's a memento for Blossom," Ayame explained. Then fondly added, "And for me as well…" she said, gently fondling the choker that she got from Quinlan back when they still operated from Lucille's shabby little wooden inn.

While Ayame didn't wear the choker all the time, such as during battle, fearing it might be damaged, she thought of it as a truly important memento that she wore all the time at home. One of the first things she did after returning to the stronghold was wash up and equip the present.

"Primordial Subjugator?" Zen murmured under his breath. "Not an elemental mage?" Ayame's expression turned sly and beyond proud all at once. "Quinlan's elemental powers are not derived from his primordial class."

At that, multiple primordials showed interest. They all believed that his elemental powers were his crutch. But that wasn't even his primordial class?!

Before more questions could arise, the seam pulsed again.

Aurora stepped through next, pace unhurried, hands folded at her front. The air around her carried a faint trace of reagents and treated parchment, or so it seemed because Thindlebrim, the gnome primordial, spoke up before she had taken even a single proper step into the realm.

The gnome's head snapped up.

"You smell of alchemy," he declared, already stepping forward. "Are you my student?"

Aurora halted mid-step, eyes widening. Her posture stiffened as she turned toward him. "Student?" she echoed, genuinely taken aback. She didn't even have time to greet the primordials yet! And this weird, deformed dwarf-goblin hybrid wanted to become her teacher?

Hanae exhaled and tilted her head, gaze settling on Thindlebrim with a look that carried long experience. "You will have to practice more patience than that."

"We are wasting valuable time!" Thindlebrim shot back, already pulling a small notebook from his coat.

"All we have is time," Hanae replied with an exhausted exhale.

Then she glanced toward Lumi and Miri and continued, tone turning sharper. "That said, if you wish to take the daughter-in-law of those two aside before they even finish greeting her, you may proceed. Be my guest."

Thindlebrim followed her gaze.

Luminara and Mearie were watching him.

Their smiles had vanished. Their stances had shifted just enough to speak volumes.

The gnome cleared his throat. His shoulders dropped a fraction. "Some patience is acceptable," he muttered.

He opened his notebook and began scribbling furiously instead, eyes darting up to Aurora every few seconds.

Aurora relaxed, breathing evening out as she offered a polite bow to the primordials. The seam continued to pulse behind her.

Seraphiel, Sylvaris, and Kaelira came next.

Seraphiel stepped through first of the trio. Sylvaris followed at her side, silver hair bound neatly, bearing herself with the grace of an elven clan leader. Kaelira came last, shoulders set.

The primordials watched them with curiosity.

"Ah, the long-eared ones," Zen chuckled, whispering into a fellow male primordial's ears. "Look, Vaelor, drows with white skin!"

"I'll kill you," the drow hissed. He hated being mistaken for an elf.

Björn blinked once.

Then again.

Then a third time.

His gaze stayed on Kaelira's hands. The thickened skin along her fingers. The faint lines that never came from spellwork or archery.

"Hmm…" he murmured, stroking his beard. Before anything else could be said, Sylvaris stepped forward.

She lowered herself into a deep bow, far deeper than protocol required, turning not toward Quinlan, but directly toward Luminara.

"I greet the esteemed primordials and…"

She gulped, sending a timid glance to the only elf among the primordials, "I greet the Mother of All Elves."

The words landed with extreme weight. It was clear this moment meant everything to the woman.

Luminara waited, smiling tenderly. She knew the woman wasn't done just yet.

Sylvaris's eyes shone, full of tears, as she stepped forward.

She reached back and gently but firmly pushed Seraphiel ahead.

"This girl," Sylvaris said with a trembling voice that was nearly fully overcome with emotion, "is my daughter."

"Mom, I can introduce myself!" Seraphiel protested with warming cheeks.

Sylvaris did not let go.

Seraphiel did not pull away either because she knew better.

Among elves, mothers spoke first. Leaders spoke for their blood. As clan leader, it was tradition for Sylvaris to introduce her heir.

Therefore, Seraphiel smiled, soft and fond, and slipped an arm around her mother's waist. Together they bowed again, joined a moment later by Kaelira, who mirrored the gesture without hesitation.

That was when Luminara vanished.