Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem

Chapter 615: The Might of a Primordial

Vex.

The Hexblade. Black Fang’s disciple. My future wife.

She was staring straight at me.

She knew.

”Stop pretending to be a weakling!”

Her voice once again rang across the battlefield, louder than the howls of the undead.

”Show me the might of a primordial!”

Time was ticking by in slow motion as I watched her lips turn upwards into a big grin. She must’ve been aching to make this revelation for a while now.

… So the cat was out of the bag.

”Primordial? What’s that?” Ignis asked while detonating another blast at a group of skeletal pursuers. He was doing his best to help my Heralds while ignoring Ryker’s team and the other beastkin. So were Vex and Raika. As a result, I heard a feminine shriek as one of Ryker’s women was thrown to the depths alongside the mount she was riding on. The horde swarmed her once she landed on the ground with a pained thud. The woman’s death shrieks only lasted a second before she was torn to pieces.

”Nooo! Catherine! Help us too, damn it!” The white-haired brawler shouted with teary eyes full of grief and frustration, but no one paid any attention to them. Our three elites had their hands full helping my team.

Based on Ignis’ words, I assumed my race was not known by all the higher-ups. If I consider Black Fang to be the only one aware, a lot of things would be explained—namely, her obsession with me. Why was she so eager to see me fight in the flesh back when I hadn’t even revealed myself as an Elemental Sovereign? None of the other department heads cared about my existence, yet she did.

A strange feeling washed over me, a feeling that told me that it was… okay. I’ve been wearing masks and robes, using numerous aliases, and being as secretive as possible, so Vex knowing these things about me meant that my worst fears became reality in the past second, yet I felt like my life wasn’t over. She’s been aware of not only my real identity but my unique race as well, yet she did nothing to harm me. In fact, she was fighting to protect me and my lovers. This woman had numerous opportunities to harm me or to take my women hostage to force my compliance with whatever they wanted from me.

Yet, she did nothing, playing along with my Devil alias…

It felt entirely surreal. The only question remaining was—do I trust her, and by proxy Black Fang?

Vex’s big, expressive eyes stared deeply into mine as our gazes were interlocked with one another. I analyzed, looking for the smallest traces of deceit, yet I simply couldn’t find anything. No malice, no underhanded plans being at play. She was just her usual prankster self, having great fun at the expense of my mental breakdown happening right before her very eyes.

I could trust her.

That was what my heart was telling me.

And so that’s what I did.

”You want to see the might of a primordial, huh…” I chuckled before turning serious. ”So be it.”

Vex’s already big grin turned into overdrive as her unhinged persona surfaced upon hearing my acceptance. Most people would’ve been repelled by her current face and called her a crazed lunatic, but to me, she was as beautiful as ever.

I took a deep breath and exhaled. In that motion, I let go of all my inhibitions. I was no longer Devil the Elemental Sovereign.

I was Quinlan Noir.

The Primordial Villain.

It was time to roll.

”Ignis, hold Wrath and guard my team. I’ll assist you in gaining distance,” I instructed before tossing a surprised Iris across the air, right into the Ashbringer’s hands. Ṛ𝐚ΝȯꞖΕ𝒮

Ignis was as lost as could be, but he caught Iris without a problem, placed her on his back, and was back to focusing on combating the undead.

I no longer had to pretend to be using [Airwalk], so I began hovering in the air instead. Doing so required less focus on my part.

”Vex, Raika, come to me.”

Perhaps seeing my confidence, Vex listened. She jumped off of the undead she was standing on, landing right in my arms in the form of a bridal carry. As I caught this eccentric woman, I sensed her rapidly beating heart. It was not because our lives were in danger. She didn’t bat an eye even when battling the lionkin in the form of a one versus three when we were ambushed in Blossom’s family’s home. No.

She was excited to finally see me drop the act, to have the opportunity to bear witness to the might of the most anomalous man she’d ever met in her life.

I wasn’t going to disappoint.

Raika, on the other hand, refused to listen. To her, I was just a weakling.

”Raika.”

The authoritative tone of the Hexblade rang across the battlefield, making the black-haired brute of a woman freeze for a brief moment before immediately obeying. She jumped toward me and grabbed onto my ankle with one hand, hanging in the air.

Then, with a mere thought, I activated [Wind Creation]. I was not calling upon existing air currents, but forging my own, manifesting the invisible force from nothing but my vessel.

Next came [Wind Manipulation], granting me complete control over the very air I had birthed. The wind roared to life, spiraling around us in chaotic, untamed currents. And then, with a mere notion of my will, it reshaped itself, bending to my command without any resistance. A surge of compressed air blasted from behind, propelling us forward with breakneck speed while sending a shockwave rippling in our wake.

In a flash, I positioned myself exactly where I wanted to be. Before me, a fresh wave of skeletal monstrosities rushed at us through the skies. Behind me, my allies struggled against the swarm that had already reached them. Their ability to fly was being hampered by the sheer numbers harassing them from all sides.

I turned sideways before raising one arm toward the incoming horde of flying skeletons and the other toward the aerial battlefield where my allies were desperately fighting against the undead.

From the deepest depths of my mana reserves, I funneled raw power into [Wind Creation] once again, but to a far greater extent this time. I was summoning a storm.

From my hand aimed at the incoming undead forces, a vicious whirlwind tore through the ranks of my enemies. The skeletal birdkin flapped their wings with all their strength while the rabbitkin strained their leg muscles, but all efforts were in vain—they were sent flying back from whence they came.

From my hand aimed at my struggling allies, a gentler but still formidable push of wind surged forth, sending them away from my position with calculated precision, ensuring none plummeted to the ground.

The battlefield shifted. In a single move, I had redrawn the lines, carving out a large distance between us and the reinforcements.

”Future hubby, you forgot to intone your spells…” Vex murmured while eyeing my first act as my real self with utter amazement shown in her glittering eyes. I didn’t know what her expectations were of me, but so far, I certainly didn’t disappoint.

”Did I? Oops. Thank the Goddess my spell somehow worked despite my big blunder!”

”Stop playing coy with me…” she grumbled cutely. Honestly, it felt great. I’d always been worried about what strong ancient people like her could do, never understanding how her powers worked. Now that she was on the receiving end, a smirk inevitably found its way to my lips.

Then, I barreled toward my own group.

”Vex, Raika, you’ll be my weapons. Go, slay to your heart’s content, and leave the rest to me.”

Having said my piece, I brought my leg back with a hanging Raika on it, preparing my strength. With a strong kick, I flung her toward a large group of skeletal creatures who were pursuing my cheeky healer and her birdkin mount. The woman with the epithet ’Brutalizer’ didn’t seem to care much about the decorum with which I sent her rocketing toward the enemies.

Raika cocked her right arm back with her muscles visibly tightening as her entire body was brimming with the overwhelming, chaotic, and destructive power that perfectly represented her whole existence.

And then… she swung.