Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem

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"Daddy is always so amazing!" Aurora cheered as she watched Quinlan's attack land on the vehicle of the twins.

"Hehe, of course he is. He's the man who unapologetically swooped into our lives and stole our hearts, after all." Lucille replied with a proud smile as she eyed the grand devastation caused by the love of her life.

"He is breathtaking…" Lyra, the pink-haired tanker who Quinlan subjugated during the second phase of the Phenom Trials whispered.

"If something happens to Quinlan because of me, I'll never forgive myself." Seraphiel declared with red eyes that served as evidence of the fact that she cried before their arrival. She was beyond anxious about the current situation, which was caused solely by her wish to save her mother. They were not ready to take such a big step against the nobles, especially not against the family of a duke, but Quinlan did it just for her.

"You should know he did it happily." Aurora chirped in a calming tone.

"That just makes me feel even more guilty…"

"Speaking of, Lyra, how do you feel about joining the harem?" Lucille asked with a curious glint evident in her eyes. She loved Quinlan dearly, thus she wanted him to have the best women possible. In her eyes, Lyra was worthy.

The pink-haired beauty yelped before animatedly shaking her head. "I can't! I'm not worthy of receiving his adoration. I'm just a girl born into slavery, I'm not the daughter of a duke nor am I especially outstanding as a combatant, furthermore I don't even have hobbies or interests, I would surely bore him to death. All I can do for him is to shield him from harm by offering up my body, I don't need to become his lover to do so."

Lucille eyed the pessimistic girl with a wry expression. Lyra was a woman who never knew freedom and thus couldn't develop her personality, making Quinlan seem like a larger-than-life character to her who shined so brightly that she felt unworthy of even being in the same room with him, let alone being the recipient of his passionate feelings.

"Let's talk, just you and me, once we're done here." Lucille stated with a faint smile just before a spear-wielding woman appeared on the horizon, rushing toward them. "Formation!" She commanded and flanked Lyra on the left while Abudha, who was silent thus far, moved to her right. In the backline Aurora and Seraphiel readied their spells for the upcoming confrontation.

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"Damn, this crazy bastard keeps getting stronger at a truly annoying pace…" Blackjack murmured as he watched Quinlan's strike land on the twin's artifact carriage.

"I'm not sure you should call others crazy, old man," Cedric responded while gingerly watching the manic man's swirling eyes that spoke volumes of his overwhelming madness.

Blackjack ignored his words and turned toward Selene, "You and I should become friends. We're the only two of the group who received his sadistic ire."

"No, thanks." Selene wanted nothing to do with this unhinged man.

"Hey, you should invite me to the group too." Cedric didn't think he should be excluded.

"Why? I thought he treated you well."

"Yeah, if you ignore the fact that he forcibly broke the engagement between me and my fiance before throwing her to his filthy workers only to get ravaged."

Blackjack paused for a moment before erupting into a fit of manic laughter. "Zehahaha! Although he probably saved you from a truly unhappy marriage that could rival even my own in how horrible it ended up being, but alright, Chopster, you're welcome to the gang too."

"… Chopster?" Cedric asked with disbelief.

"Don't you kill things by chopping them?"

"Sigh… I don't want to be your friend either."

…

"My lord is the greatest lord!" Kaelira announced with overwhelming pride as she watched the results of Quinlan's handiwork from the distance.

"Yeah… I don't know the proper words to describe him..." Liora replied in a hushed tone that perfectly described the amazement she felt and the quick beating of her heart.

The two of them were surrounded by the remaining four ex-slaves of Kai, they were the tanker elf's Heralds, with the only change being Shallan getting replaced by the trapper girl who wasn't a Herald but instead focused her efforts on protecting Quinlan's stronghold by setting up numerous elaborate traps around it.

"The birdies told me that you received an open invitation into his harem." The archer said with an eager smile as she eyed her leader.

"Aww! Really?!" The trapper squeaked, she was in desperate need of some juicy rumors.

"Ah, so lucky!! I wish it was me!" The rogue grumbled her dissatisfaction. When she was Kai's slave, she was forced to wield a bow because he suffered from the main character syndrome and refused to let any of them become a frontliner, they all had to support him and his giant ego from the backline. Naturally, Quinlan and Kaelira had no such mental issues, so she was happily eyeing her shiny dagger in her hand.

"I thought that I would become a lesbian man-hater for the rest of my life due to the wretched scum called Kai, but I would be lying if I said I wouldn't jump straight into Lord Quinlan's arms if he invited me to do so," the fourth woman who was also a ranger declared.

"He's so different from all other men…" The rogue nodded dreamily. "Just look at Seraphiel, she constantly leads him on because she loves flirting with him. How many men in his position would accept being blue-balled by that beyond-gorgeous long-eared creature? I think all would abuse their power over her to make her undress and begin servicing them."

The trapper quickly voiced her agreement; "Yes, yes! When I saw his amateur work around the stronghold with his traps which were just haphazardly thrown all over the place without any plan or strategy, I accidentally burst out into laughter.

I immediately flinched and got ready to receive a beating of a magnitude I'd never seen before because I never dared even smile in Kai's presence let alone mock him, but Lord Quinlan laughed alongside me and then asked me to show him how to do it better… He's a real man while all the others are just cheap pretenders!"

"If I ever have to give you all a collective name, the only acceptable one would have to be 'Quinlan's Fangirl Club'…" Kaelira stated while wryly watching her Heralds fawn all over the man. They didn't dare do it in his presence, but all of them had dreamt with him at least once since being [Subjugated] by him, and let's just say that those dreams were not of the family-friendly kind.

"Hey, why am I counted among them?! I didn't say anything." Liora voiced her strong disapproval of the captain's words.

Kaelira then turned her gaze toward her and tiredly asked, "In the hypothetical scenario of Lord Quinlan getting on his right knee and then sandwiching your dainty hand in between his two strong ones to profess his undying and limitless adoration for you, what would you do?"

Liora's cheeks immediately turned into a bright shade of crimson while her hands snapped to shield her squirming kitty from her imaginary aggressor as very vivid and descriptive pictures flashed in her mind of mercilessly getting pinned under the giant, muscly, overwhelming frame of Quinlan without having an ounce of power to do anything about it while he brought her to the brink and beyond within a few thrusts of his large spear.

Liora refused to meet Kaelira's eyes and began whistling embarrassedly, eliciting another sigh from her leader.

"The enemy's coming, let's focus up…" Kaelira murmured gingerly.

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Aldrin's confident smirk was short-lived despite him managing to disarm two sword-wielders. Normally, this should've been the only move he needed to make before he could bring about the end of his enemies if they were reliant on their weapons, which he thought two sword users would be.

However, his opponents this time around were wildly different, best evidenced by the relentlessly charging Ayame and Iris who encircled him from opposite directions to make the best use of their numerical advantage over him.

Despite their constant banter and borderline aggression toward the other, there was a reason why Quinlan teamed the two up. Although he only barely saw Ayame and Iris fight together beforehand which happened against the Phantom League's ambush during the Trials, what he saw was enough to make him think that this team-up might end up working magnificently. Continue your saga on empire

The two women moved like a well-oiled machine as their contrasting styles complemented one another in a strangely synergistic method.

Iris was a wild, aggressive fighter who bore her enemies down with overwhelming personal might and a never-ending assault, while Ayame was a graceful fighter who specialized in precision and athletics over strength. She was a woman who trained in the way of the sword ever since she could walk as a baby, making her swordsmanship a true work of art.

At long last, their efforts seemed to start to begin wearing him down. Ayame's fluid strikes kept him on the defensive, while Iris' raw, brutal power forced him to react quickly or risk being punched with so much force that even his high Vitality and powerful armor might not save him.

His grin twisted into a grimace as he realized disarming them hadn't turned the tide of battle at all. Ayame's wakizashi blurred in sharp arcs, slicing toward him with unerring precision, while Iris darted in with her fists that moved with so much strength that they turned into blurs.

Aldrin blocked Ayame's slash just when Iris came in from his other side. Her fist crashed toward his face, but he swiftly brought his blade up to intercept which resulted in the weapon's edge piercing through her hand, sending a spray of blood into the air.