Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem

Chapter 1204: Give Them To Me

“What is a god exactly? I’m only aware of the Goddess. The name sounds similar to hers. Are they her servants whom I’m not aware of? Is that a different name for the Arch Priests?”

A predatory grin emerged on the daughter-father duo’s lips.

The denizens of Thalorind had no concept of gods beyond their Goddess.

To them, she was all. Creator, ruler, and judge. There were no other worlds, no higher planes or pantheons. The Goddess was the beginning and the end, the unchallenged, almighty being that shaped their reality.

But the truth was far different.

“You know,” Quinlan drawled lazily, “I’m not sure if I should answer that question.”

“Yeah! You’ve been very rude to my father, old man!” Rosie interjected, puffing her cheeks and glaring toward the necklace. “You even placed a bounty on him! But now you’re asking questions of us? Some people really know no shame! Hmph!”

Alexios exhaled slowly through his nose, closing his eyes for a moment.

‘Shameless…?’ he thought bitterly. ‘Your father is the walking definition of the word, and from what I’m hearing, so are you, little one…’

He resisted the urge to say it out loud. His Aegis Vanguards were already visibly unsettled by the conversation. The last thing the ancient king needed was for his guards to witness their millennia-old, wise beyond anyone king arguing with a smug child through an enchanted link.

Meanwhile, Quinlan’s lips curved into a wicked smirk. “Maybe we should help the old man out, hm? He’s already got one foot in the grave; perhaps we should treat him to a little act of goodwill.”

Rosie gasped in delight, clapping her hands. “Daddy is so magnanimous~!”

“I know, right? And this old bastard still dares to treat me like a criminal.” Quinlan heaved a dramatic sigh.

Rosie huffed, folding her arms. “Rude old bastard! Just fall over and die already! Hmph!”

“Now, now,” Quinlan chided lightly, voice dripping with amusement, “Graceful ladies don’t wish death on others… even if they deserve it. You’re going to be the prettiest of ladies, aren’t you?”

Rosie’s head snapped toward him and began nodding vehemently, so much so that her leafy hair was whipping wildly in the air. “Of course!!! I’ll outshine all my beautiful mothers! I’ll be stronger than Vex, have bigger muscles than Serika, lead better than Ayame, make friends easier than Lucille, fight through hardship like Future Mommy Iris, and carry myself with effortless grace like Future Mommy Black Fang!”

“Future Mommy Iris and Black Fang…?”

“Yeah!” Rosie cheered, visibly excited to call those two Mommies, not Future Mommies.

Quinlan couldn’t help but stroke her lush hair. “It’s good that I have so many role models for my daughter.”

Rosie’s proud grin suddenly disappeared, replaced by the naughtiest, most unruly smirk Quinlan had ever seen before. “Right! Thanks to them, I might become a horny woman like Kitsara! I might even develop some questionable kinks like Ayame, Blossom-”

Quinlan’s expression darkened.

A hand snapped to Rosie’s mouth, forcibly silencing the girl. “Mmmm!!” she tried to continue her tale.

But the dryad girl was forbidden from doing so.

Rosie had already opened up to Quinlan about who she truly was, but the implications of it hadn’t fully dawned on him just yet.

She was already a much greater existence than Quinlan presumed. As such, it must’ve been easy for her to peek at her parents doing adult stuff in their bedroom.

But so long as she was his daughter, there were things Rosie would be forbidden from doing.

Such as growing up to be a slutty girl like Kitsara. He loved the Slutty Foxy from the bottom of his heart. She was an awesome woman.

But Quinlan won’t have his daughter jump into the arms of a random man she’d not seen before – no matter how special he might be – and then have steamy sex in the skies only a few minutes after.

Neither will his little princess grow up to have questionable kinks. She will become a pristine young lady.

Without any further warning, Quinlan maneuvered the struggling girl across his knees, folding her securely onto his lap.

Rosie blinked; the world suddenly tilted, her vibrant leafy hair swaying down. “Daddy?” she squeaked, confusion replacing her mischievous grin. But he didn’t answer.

Instead, his large, firm palm came down with a soft *thwack* against her behind.

“Kya?!” Rosie yelped, releasing a loud, strong sound of pure, mortified shock.

The spank did not hurt, not one bit. Quinlan would never hurt his own daughter, so he was very gentle, and she was, after all, an incredibly strong being.

But on an emotional level, the sheer betrayal of the moment was catastrophic. Tears welled instantly in her luminous eyes.

She snapped her head around, twisting her neck to glare at him. Her expression was the most wounded, betrayed look Quinlan had ever seen. The silent question in her eyes was a crushing accusation:

‘How could you?’

Quinlan, however, refused to yield to such teary-eyed manipulation.

His expression was stern.

“You will take the best qualities of your mothers. You will be graceful, strong, and kind. Your mothers are perfect beings with no flaws, but they might have some… quirks. You will ignore any unladylike or questionable qualities your mothers might display. You are forbidden from replicating any such thing. Is that understood?”

“That’s unreasonable!” Rosie shrieked, tears now spilling down her cheeks. “I’m an imperfect being just like the rest of them!!”

*Thwack!*

The second spank came, making Rosie tear up even stronger. She wriggled furiously. “You’re unfair! You’re sadistic! You’re a domestic abuser!”

*Thwack!*

The next spank was incoming, but Rosie was ready this time around. She released her hold on her father’s tunic and slapped both small, determined hands over her butt, defending.

Quinlan raised an eyebrow. His voice was laced with a dangerous amusement. “Are you rebelling against your father?”

Rosie’s lips trembled in a mixture of fear, indignation, and childish rage warring on her face. She had always been Daddy’s little girl. But if he was going to be so unreasonable, then she would have to correct his wrong attitude!

She steeled her heart, turning her tear-streaked face toward the necklace hanging on Quinlan’s chest. Her voice, though shaky, was suddenly loud and filled with dramatic despair.

“Rude gramps, help me! My father is cruel! Aren’t you the boss or something? It is your sworn duty to help me!”

Multiple veins popped along Alexios’s forehead.

He closed his eyes and slowly massaged his temples beneath his crown, trying to contain the sheer, millennia-old indignation churning in his gut.

The pair was clearly having the time of their lives at his expense, even if said fun was quite… eccentric.

Indeed, based on how Rosie soon began giggling jovially, struggling, and deflecting her father’s “Hand of Fatherly Guidance” with exaggerated squeals, it was obvious she was not in duress.

She was treating this as a riotous game, a comical break from their earlier teasing.

Alexios realized with a bitter, sinking feeling that they didn’t care one bit that the most powerful human was on call with them. They weren’t concerned by the presence of Alexios, the Warrior King.

They were just having fun.

This went on for several dozen seconds as the king and his guard listened in utmost silence.

But then, with Rosie’s strained huffing and quiet giggles, Quinlan’s voice came, finally addressing the king.

“How about a trade, old man? I’ll tell you about gods, but in exchange you will grant me one thing.”

“… What would that be? I still won’t kill my wife for you.”

“I’ll take care of that woman myself, don’t you worry. What I want is something simple. Gideon and Naomi Lorien. They worked as alchemists in Braedon, but you arrested them for meddling in state affairs, so to say.”

Alexios raised an eyebrow.

“Give them to me.”