Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem

Seraphiel was still comfortably seated in my embrace, so her mother was within arm's reach. She reached out and gently lifted her mother's head from the ground.

"Mom, don't do this. You shouldn't be so submissive toward your future husband, it sets a bad precedent. This cocky guy will take advantage of it for sure."

… Huh?

"Uhh… What do you mean?" I asked apprehensively. My sexy healer was known to utter some truly insane lines, and I felt like the next one was coming up right about now.

"My mother is very young, not even 300 years old, but that only means she will die slowly. She is the second most important person in my life, I don't want to lose her."

"I'm only the second?!" Sylvaris demanded with disbelief as she straightened herself from her genuflecting posture.

She was cruelly ignored as Seraphiel turned around in my lap to hug my neck with both of her arms while looking up at me with begging puppy eyes. "I can't lose her, you will splurty-splurty inside her fertile little womb every three days too, right? For me?"

"Seraphiel Vaelorith! Behave yourself!" Sylvaris hissed, displaying clear anger for the first time since I met her.

And yes, I was right. I just knew Sera was about to say something insane. I felt it in my bones.

"You truly lack a mouth filter, a few hundred years and you might be as unhinged as Vex..." Jasmine murmured while wryly eyeing the woman in my lap.

I decided to move on before Sylvaris displayed some heavy-handed disciplinary methods elven mothers use to correct the rude behavior of their daughters.

"What about your father?"

'I don't want to cuck your father.'

I didn't dare say my real thoughts out, for I feared what the matriarch would do to me.

"I already told you that he is just a servant, there's no romantic feelings involved. They aren't even married and the pregnancy happened through artificial insemination. Due to the issue of men dying significantly faster, it's very rare for women to marry the father of their children. It only happens when the woman is a young and inexperienced maiden, causing her to accidentally fall for him, but as you can guess, such relationships all end in tragedy unless the female stays low level to grow old together. Usually, marriages happen between women… Lack of suitable male partners forces most women to search elsewhere."

Damn. So the elven land is a yuri heaven. I didn't expect that.

<Baby, they're waking up.> Lucille's voice sounded in my mind all of a sudden.

It was time to settle my affairs with the twins.

…

Amara and Vivienne woke up with a splitting headache. Their eyes were hazy and their mind scrambled, but with some difficulty, they managed to get up onto their knees.

"Morning, ladies." A feminine voice rang, and the two snapped their heads in sync toward the direction of the sound.

As their vision cleared and their brains caught up to reality, they froze.

Seated on a chair with one leg crossed over the other, a caramel-haired beauty sat. Her expression was cold, distant.

"Eveliana?!" Vivienne yelped, followed by Amara's disbelieving murmurs; "Mother said you died… but a body was never recovered, so I felt something was off."

"I am Lucille. Eveliana died when your mother killed mine, forcing me to run for my life in shame and throw all that I had away, including the name my beloved mother bestowed upon me."

Both of the twins winced when they heard the extreme hatred oozing from the woman in front of them. Not being able to look the woman in the eye, they glanced around the room.

It was a spacious room with no furnishing save for Lucille's chair.

"W-w-where are we?!" Vivienne cried out with alarm, both of them felt that something was horribly wrong.

"In our home. Welcome, enjoy your stay as much as you can."

Upon the hateful woman's mocking reply, flashes of memories emerged from their jumbled brains. Of them being ambushed by a dark-robed man who was the epitome of the word 'dread', of the fight between their guard Eve and the men, and then of their upcoming fight… which they lost.

Lost?

They lost!

Their panic reached overdrive when they realized that they were beaten by the elemental assault of the man, who was likely none other than the scumbag called Black!

"No! Th-this can't be! We have to escape!" Amara cried out with overwhelming fear, she couldn't help but be so frightened that she shook from head to toe.

"Eveliana, I know we had our differences as we grew up, but think about it! What you're doing is the worst crime imaginable. Help us escape and we'll ensure you get your noble status reinstated."

Lucille eyed her amusedly for a bit before giggling. "So that your mother may finish the job she failed all those years ago? It doesn't even have to be her, you two have more than enough power to order my assassination now."

Vivienne winced at the accusation, but she knew them to be valid. She had no choice but to plead in earnest. "We'll make an oath with the Goddess as our witness! May we be barred from entering the afterlife should we go against our promise!"

"Hmm… Honestly, I'm beefing with the Goddess right now, so no dice I'm afraid."

"Huh? Beefing with the Goddess???"

An annoyed scoff erupted from Lucille's lips as she magnanimously decided to explain herself; "She thinks my man to be an evil scumbag, so I'm not very fond of the Goddess right now. Call it a dispute between women if you will. Though I'll admit that the dispute is one-sided… for now. Anyhow, all you need to know is that if such a shallow woman is your witness, then your oath is worthless as far as I'm concerned." Explore more stories at My Virtual Library Empire

"???" The twins' eyes fluttered wide open while their mouths closed and opened without a sound escaping their lips. What Lucille just uttered was a heresy of the highest order. Of course, there were some disgruntled people who weren't fond of the Goddess, but no one ever dared make such bold declarations as Lucille just did.

The caramel-haired beauty was bold enough to say this because she knew that the Goddess had no way to punish her without her dying first. People didn't dare speak badly about the Goddess because she was widely believed to rule the domain where the afterlife would take place, thus they thought if they said or did something against her, their place in the afterlife would be ruined.

Lucille, however, had no such worries. She couldn't care less what the Goddess did to her if she ever entered her domain, because the woman only cared about her life with the love of her life, not what happened after she was separated from him.

To her, that would be game over, and anything that happened afterward would be entirely worthless. If Quinlan wasn't with her, she didn't care for it, whatever 'it' was - good or bad, it didn't matter in the slightest.

"You're confusing them." A deep voice chuckled just before a man emerged. He was tall, muscular, and ruggedly handsome. Although he was no longer dressed as a noble and his wolf mask was missing, both could tell who he was.

"Black…!" The twins hissed in sync.