Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem

<Let's just hope they don't go into heat from sniffing Mister Primordial Breeding Physique over here…> Seraphiel murmured coyly.

<They're not weird like Seraphiel and Sylvaris; they won't fall for Blossom's mate! In dog-kin culture, sharing a husband with one's family is heavily frowned upon!> I somewhat doubted the validity of Blossom's source. Natalie left her tribe when Blossom was in her womb, so her source of information could only be her mother because Poppy should only be two years older, so she shouldn't know such details about dog-kin culture. As for Natalie broaching such a topic, well, it sounded dubious at best.

<Hey, don't badmouth my mother. She didn't fall for Quin; it's me who's trying to get her consent to receive his [Blessed Seed] into her womb.>

Seraphiel was spouting some truly questionable lines, but that was nothing new for us. The same couldn't be said about Iris, whose head snapped back in our direction mid-jump.

<What kind of nonsense are you talking about? Blessed Seed? And people call me insane…> The black-haired beauty grumbled, but Seraphiel wasn't having it. <I would tell you, but I'm afraid you would want to spread your legs.>

<Spread my legs?> Iris asked innocently. Her knowledge of sexual stuff was lacking. Gilbert kept her in his basement throughout her childhood, where he didn't exactly play a good father who would help her with such stuff. After killing him, she wandered around for a bit before joining the army, which, once again, wasn't the proper place for a teenage girl to learn about the world of adults.

<Yes, to let him drive his 9-incher of a battle ram deep into your folds, shattering your castle's thin and fragile walls in the process.>

Iris got the message this time around and immediately disconnected from the telepathic call; she didn't even offer a response, eliciting a round of sly giggling from the pervy elven healer.

Our journey continued for a minute more until the branches became so thin some of the less acrobatic ones struggled to land on them properly, slowing our pace down significantly.@@novelbin@@

Seeing this, Vex finally leaped down toward a lower branch and repeated the process until her feet landed on the ground. The Hexblade then turned around and gestured for us to follow her to the forest floor.

Once all did as instructed, she closed her eyelids for a single second, and once she parted them open, her crimson pentagram-styled eyes were nowhere to be seen, replaced by her ordinary human ones.

"I cancelled my spell. From now on we're moving on foot and without my veiling, which means we'll begin fighting beast-kin patrols should they get in our way."

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"Shouldn't we try the diplomatic approach first?" I asked. After all, our mission was to make allies that would help overwhelm the Greenvales and their vassals.

"This is the diplomatic approach, future husband. Beast-kin are animalistic; think of them as if they were Raika. They only respect the strong. Just because Ghosty cutely wags her lush tail while holding your hand won't secure an alliance with them; that's just a small sign of your trustworthiness. To make them even consider sitting down at a table with us, we will first need to make them acknowledge our might."

I glanced at Raika, worried she will retaliate. I didn't want my girls to get caught in between these two women if they were to fight. However, to my surprise, Raika showed no signs of caring in the slightest.

She was currently using some cleaning artifact to remove dried blood from her fists. She became bloody during our journey because she departed from the group multiple times when she sensed strong enough enemies to make their slaying worth her time.

"I see. Future wife, I have a small request."

Vex eyed me curiously, prompting me to continue. "Ghosty lived alone in the nearby forests together with her mother and sister, away from any dog-kin tribe. She was caught by a noble while out hunting and was sold as a slave back in Greenvale. I would like to take a small detour to reunite her with her loved ones."

"That's all? Sure, we don't have a specific destination anyway. We'll have to find a way to succeed in our mission, but the methodology isn't set in stone. Maybe Ghosty's family members will be more up-to-date on recent beast-kin events than we are."

"Great, thank you." She nodded, accepting my gratitude with a cheery smile.

Using Blossom's extremely potent nose, we managed to dodge the single patrol that separated us from where her family's home was, which was just a humble little cavern. However, disaster was on the horizon.

Blossom cried out in alarm and went on all fours as she began sniffing around on the ground. Her face was so close that her mask was hitting the cavern floor.

<B-Blossom can't smell them! Their last trace is weeks old, if not a whole month! F-furthermore, she smells blood! Blood of Natalie!>

Before I could respond, Vex spoke up. "Curses, we've been had. Hostiles incoming." She drew her blade from its scabbard, but even before she could dash out of the cavern, a deep, guttural growl sounded. "You're trespassing in the land of Leohtar Sunfang! Surrender now!"

Knowing we were in deep trouble, I addressed my hyperventilating dog-girl. <Blossom, we'll find Natalie and Poppy, but to do that, we have to get out of here alive first, so you must focus up. Based on how quickly they arrived, they might be behind their disappearance as well.>

Having said that, I turned toward the cave and drew my Soul Reaper from my ring. It emerged with a strong, aggressive hiss, voicing its eagerness to tear and destroy.

Although I didn't try it yet, beast-kin were humanoids; thus, their souls should be absorbable by my saber if only monster souls weren't harvestable, or they didn't have a soul in the first place.

Thus, it was time to reap the souls of my enemies - to damn them for an eternity of servitude. They will serve as fuel for my upcoming necromancer spells, my legendary, dreaded army of the damned.