Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem

Chapter 1404  Greeting the Mother of All Elves

One instant, she stood where she was. The next, she was in front of Sylvaris. The moon elf gasped as a hand settled on her shoulder.

"You did an excellent job raising such a wonderful daughter, child of my blood." Luminara declared.

Sylvaris's legs instantly gave out.

She sank to her knees as if the ground had been pulled from under her, hands bracing uselessly against the earth. Her breath came apart, chest hitching as tears spilled freely now.

To elves, Luminara was not just a progenitor.

She was origin given form. The one whose blood shaped their ears, whose will carved their souls. A presence spoken of in hymns and carved into ancient bark.

And she had spoken to Sylvaris as one mother to another, congratulating the effort she put into raising this girl into what she was today.

"I am so happy I could die…" Sylvaris whispered, words breaking as they left her.

"Mom…" Seraphiel murmured while kneeling beside her. Her own eyes burned as she smiled, fingers tightening at Sylvaris's sleeve. The blonde elf was really happy for her mother, finding this moment so joyous that she lost control of her heart as well.

Luminara lifted a hand, and a piece of cloth formed between her fingers, pale and finely stitched.

"Here. Will you take this?"

Sylvaris looked up, breath stalling.

"This is…?" Her fingers hovered, afraid to touch.

"I sewed it myself," Luminara said with a small smile. "Do you like it?"

Sylvaris's hands began to shake stronger than ever before.

"I cannot accept something like this, Great Mother… This is beyond price."

Luminara waved it off lightly. "Not to me. I cannot sell it, and I can always make more. So take it. Consider it a mother's gratitude for raising such a wonderful wife for my son."

Reluctantly, not wanting to go against the wishes of the first elf, Sylvaris took it.

However, she did not wipe her face.

Instead, she pressed the cloth to her chest and held it there, fingers curling as she shed even more tears.

Sylvaris was prone to emotional outbursts, evidenced by her crying after meeting Rosie for the first time, but this was even worse. The woman was truly overcome with emotion in this moment.

Seraphiel leaned closer, resting her head against her mother's.

"Come, Mom. Let's give space to the others."

And just like that, it was time to finish the procession.

The rest came through.

The Venomborne Terror stepped through last.

Her boots touched the ground, and she froze for a fraction of a breath, posture snapping straight as her gaze swept the new location she found herself in. She assessed distance, numbers, and angles. The titanic giants drew her eyes immediately, instinct flagging them as the greatest threat. Her shoulders tightened, fingers brushing the hilt of her katana by instinct.

Then she saw Quinlan.

He stood a short distance away, watching her with an easy smile that carried no tension. Her shoulders eased. The tension drained from her spine in small increments she barely noticed herself releasing.

She inclined her head, preparing to offer a formal greeting to the primordials, but she never finished the motion.

One moment, the space in front of her was empty. The next, Hanae stood there.

Black Fang reacted on pure instinct. Her hand snapped fully to her sword, thumb pressing against the guard as her body shifted into motion.

Warm hands closed around her face.

Her movement stopped.

Palms cupped her cheeks, firm and gentle at once, holding her in place without force. Black Fang's eyes widened, breath catching as she stared into Hanae's face.

The eastern primordial's expression was not stern. It was not curious.

It was pained.

"My poor child," Hanae said quietly, painedly. "What have they done to you? How cruel…"

Raika, who stood closest, lifted an eyebrow.

Orianna did the same a heartbeat later.

Further back, several heads turned. The murmurs died down as attention shifted toward the unexpected exchange.

Black Fang did not pull away.

Her hand stayed on her katana's hilt, fingers tense. She searched Hanae's eyes, confusion overwhelming her brain. "Cruel…?"

But understanding settled slowly.

She did not need to ask who this woman was.

The blood answered first.

Hanae was her progenitor, at least in part. The eastern side of her lineage was inherited through her bastard of a father.

Hanae had felt it. The weight carried through Black Fang's tortured soul. The centuries of damage that began accumulating before she could even speak. The hands that taught pain before language. The lessons carved into her body long before control replaced fear.

Hanae had sensed all of it.

Black Fang's grip loosened.

Her eyes dropped, then lifted again, steadier now. She inclined her head fully this time, accepting the contact rather than resisting it.

"I greet the primordials," she said, not answering Hanae's question. Her voice was controlled despite the tremor that threatened beneath it.

Hanae did not remove her hands right away and accepted her question being left unanswered. Her thumbs brushed lightly once as she smiled tenderly and nodded, "And I greet you, my child."

Only then did she step back, though she pulled the Venomborne Terror with her, looking an awful lot like a gentle grandmother - in the body of an eternally young Japanese bombshell - tending to her mistreated granddaughter that she'd met for the first time today.

Black Fang exhaled slowly and reluctantly followed Hanae, then glanced once toward Quinlan. He met her gaze and gave a small nod, letting her once again know it was all okay. The primordials could be a bit… Unique and needy at times.

The procession was complete.

Or almost.

The seam remained open.

The air shifted. Wood creaked.

A branch pushed through first, thick and alive, bark rippling as if flexing muscle. Leaves unfurled along its length as it extended outward, curving up and over the ground like a living bridge. Sap gleamed where light touched it, green and gold.

Multiple primordials raised a questioning eyebrow. All the newcomers came over without any theatrics, greeting them respectfully. But this… This was a theatrical performance.

Rosie arrived, standing atop the living branch.

She rode it, getting carried forward with her feet planted wide, arms crossed. Leaves wove through her hair instead of ornaments, fresh and vibrant.

She did not look around.

She did not greet anyone.

Her eyes locked forward the instant she appeared, sharp and unmissable, finding their targets without wasting a single moment.

"Grandmothers," Rosie called. Her arms unfurled and spread wide, inviting. "Pamper."

For half a heartbeat, the village went silent.

Then Luminara and Mearie screamed.

It was not restrained. It was not dignified. It was the kind of sound that came from joy hitting too hard to contain.

"ROSIE!!!"

"You're finally here!!"

They moved together.

One moment, they stood among the primordials and Quinlan's girls. The next, they were there, arms closing around the dryad with unrestrained speed. Rosie vanished into a storm of warmth, laughter, and soft fabric as she was lifted clean off the branch and pulled against them.

"Oh, finally we meet you!"

"You're even cuter than we imagined!"

"Look at her leaves!"

"She smells like spring!"

Rosie did not resist.

Then the pair suddenly scoffed in perfect sync.

"How dare you come last…?!"

"I bet you played a prank on your poor grandmothers…"

Rosie did not apologize for a single moment. "It was for dramatic effect."

Instead of getting angry with the girl, the two women beamed in response. "Oh well, we forgive you!"

The pampering continued.

Rosie's arms dropped. Her posture softened. The commanding energy drained out of her like water from an open hand as she let herself be held, carried, and pressed close. Her legs dangled. Her head tipped back slightly, eyes sliding shut.

"Ah… Pure bliss…"

The branch that had delivered her withdrew quietly, slipping back through the seam with its task now complete.

Quinlan watched from where he stood with a hand lifting to his face as he shook his head with helpless fondness. This girl was truly his daughter. She knew how to truly appreciate life.

Several primordials exchanged looks.

Some just smiled, shaking their heads. Others stared with raised eyebrows.

But just like this, the portal closed. All who came had stepped through.

And now, it was time for the festivities to begin.

Which, for this place, meant 'train with your turbo OP ancestors and get stronger.'

Furthermore, it was time for Quinlan to finally have his talk with the Goddess.