Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem

Chapter 231: Something is Strange

Last time we got 8 silver coins for all the monster materials we brought to Garen, and those were the drops of the first 5 floors. We have two hauls of monsters from the first floor to the eighth. Iʼm hoping for a gold coin. That would be a giant win.

Iʼm not gonna lie, I hope no one attempts to mug us. Our hands are severely occupied. I wouldʼve loved to use my new storage ring, but, first of all, itʼs nearly full with corpses, and two, I would rather not use it publicly yet. Itʼs a literal treasure, and we might not be good enough to protect it from some immensely high-leveled thief should he get grubby hands.

Thankfully it doesnʼt take long to find the exact shop we were looking for. Unlike Garenʼs, this one is much more established, evidenced by our welcoming. As soon as we step through the door, several helpers rush to our side, asking if they can be of assistance.

After eyeing them for a few moments to make sure they actually worked here, I nod and we pass the bags over. ”Weʼre here to sell these, so while youʼre at it please count our haul- while keeping the bags where I can see them- to give us an offer. Just so you know, I counted them down to the last item before coming here.

Donʼt attempt anything funny.” I lied through my teeth, as I didnʼt bother to go through the lower floorsʼ loot one by one, and I received a positive reply.

While they went about their business we checked their offerings out. It seems they specialize in using monster materials to craft gear, trophies and other furnishings. I see a lot of weapons made of bones, husks, claws, etc. All the armors on display were made from monster hide and other body parts, at least partly.

Iʼm not gonna lie and say itʼs not intriguing- in fact, seeing their offerings is a truly shocking experience- but Iʼm not specifically interested.

Iʼve got my trusty blade, and Iʼve watched enough anime to know that a sealed saber with unlock requirements literally telling me to kill a dragon will be OP as hell, so Iʼm not going to swap it. As for armor, Iʼm happy with what I got.

”Sir and madam, weʼve finished counting.” An employee approached us with palms stuck together with a bit of nervousness evident in his features. He was bowing multiple times as well while speaking.

Whatʼs with his reaction? Our haul is certainly impressive, but it shouldnʼt surprise such a well-established firm.

”Could you please follow me to our VIP consultation room? The owners would like to directly deal with you.”

Hmm? ”Sure, I suppose.” Itʼs a bit strange to bring the owners out for us. With our levels and personal might, Iʼm sure we couldʼve at least gone to floor 10. So, they must have others who can replicate our haul if not outshine it severely, then why are they treating us with so much flair?

We follow the older man who displays signs of a hunched back that will get much worse as he ages and is soon led through. As we do, we are led through a series of narrow hallways, and many monster trophies adorn the walls instead of the typical paintings and such. It seems theyʼve settled into this identity completely.

Eventually, we arrive at a set of double doors made of polished wood. Each panel is inlaid with intricate gold patterns that shine in the light of the sun that cascades through the windows.

The old man opens the doors with a slight bow, ushering us inside. The ʼconsultation roomʼ is nothing short of lavish. The floor is covered in soft, red carpeting that absorbs the sound of our footsteps, and the walls are lined with mahogany shelves that are- big surprise- holding various trinkets and monster trophies.

The scent of expensive tobacco fills the air which gives the room a smoky, earthy atmosphere. Dominating the center of the room are two large pairs of plush sofas, made of deep crimson fabric.

Seated on the sofa are two figures. A man and a woman, both in their late forties. Their postures are relaxed but their gazes are sharp, exuding an air of confidence and experience. They each hold a smoking pipe between their fingers. As we enter, they rise to greet us.

The man is taller than average and he has a broad frame that speaks of a life once spent in combat, though age has definitely begun to soften him. His black hair is streaked with a few strands of silver, and is cropped short. What stands out about him the most is the patch over his left eye.

His remaining eye locks onto me with an intensity that makes it clear he hasnʼt lost his edge in its entirety, despite the severe injuries he bears. The sleeve of his shirt is rolled up, revealing a hand thatʼs missing two fingers- likely another reminder of his own past battles. I canʼt help but wonder why he didnʼt heal himself with the services of the church.

Maybe he thinks of his injuries as personal trophies.

Beside him, the woman stands with a more refined elegance, though thereʼs no mistaking the danger that lurks behind her eyes. Her black hair is pulled back into a tight ponytail, revealing her high cheekbones and strict features. Her eyes- the same ice-blue as the manʼs- scan Ayame and me with cold precision, sizing us up as if calculating our worth.

She wears a dark, tailored outfit that accentuates her lithe form.

I donʼt need more clues to tell that both were definitely combatants who decided to retire as age started getting to them, after which they decided to begin dealing with monster materials. At least thatʼs my headcanon as to why they are running this shop. Also, if they are both ex-combatants, that means that with their appearance, they could be several centuries old, depending on their level.

”Greetings. I hope that your day went well thus far.” The man spoke first with a curt, soldierly tone, then the two began approaching us.

”Same to you two.” I respond with a similarly measured attitude. They definitely want something from us.

”My name is Jack, and this is my wife, Sylvie.”

”Quinlan, and this lovely woman is my lover, Hana.”