Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem

"Master's gone!" Blossom yelped as soon as Quinlan's form disappeared, worry was etched across the loyal girl's face. How couldn't she be panicking? The man to whom she swore her eternal loyalty as a dogkin, her sole master of her own choosing, was undergoing a great trial, and she couldn't be there to protect him from the shadows!

Naturally, the fact she loved Quinlan fanatically also played a major factor in her worried state of mind. And, of course, she wasn't alone.

"Oh dear Goddess… Er, I mean, gods…?" Aurora asked apprehensively; she knew she lived in the sole household of Thalorind where using the Goddess' name wasn't taken very well, for multiple household members were beefing with her.

Quinlan was still salty about her refusal to grant him the Healer class, while Blossom and Lucille were angry at her insinuation of their lover being a horrible man. In their opinion, he committed no wrong and even helped others with his actions.

Aurora and Jasmine were in the neutral camp, they thought Quinlan to be a gray character they loved dearly but accepted him as not being an angel sent from the heavens. They understood where the Goddess was coming from in refusing him the Healer class, but also didn't like her tendency to treat him as if he were a scummy slaver. He was a slaver, but one of the good ones… Hence, the gray character evaluation.

Ayame and Seraphiel, meanwhile, occupied the camp, favoring the Goddess' evaluation of him. Not because they thought him to be some evil tyrant, after all, he'd bought both of them and outright turned their life prospects from full-on misery to one they didn't even dare to hope of before their enslavement.

So no, they were not in the pro-Goddess camp because they agreed but because they found it funny how he kept beefing with the woman they'd been told to revere since their birth. Seraphiel was just her usual cheeky self, but…

Ayame may or may not've been a member of this camp mostly because she may or may not've liked it when her man was rather wild, venting his anger toward the Goddess in the form of steamy sex or in the form of heated sword duels—Ayame may or may not've liked both of these outcomes she received from subtly reminding Quinlan of the fact that he was still not a healer.

"What are we going to do if it takes a while?" Aurora asked, uncertain how they should proceed.

"Master said this was a possibility…" Blossom murmured, similarly stumped on what to do.

"Quin told us this was a possibility, yes, but he said, and I quote, "You should just bullshit yourselves out of the situation. I trust my clever girls."" Having relayed Quinlan's exact words, the oriental beauty scoffed with dissatisfaction, "I don't know about you all, but I find his instructions to be very lackluster."

"Hehehe…!" Lucille began giggling out of nowhere, turning all heads in her direction—save for Iris', who was busy sleeping.

"What do you find so funny?" Ayame asked perpexedly. Their situation wasn't very comical as far as she was concerned. It could even be said to be very grim. If they didn't come up with a good excuse for his sudden disappearance, who knew what Vex and the others would think?

A big grin emerged on the Berserker-classed woman's lips. "You youngsters have committed a grave mistake…"

"I'm nearly three times your age, young lady," Seraphiel replied amusedly.

Lucille shook her head coyly. "You might have more years under your belt, but your experience is lacking, young lady. You became an adult less than a year ago, after all."

"What grave mistake are you talking about?" Aurora asked, worried she truly made a big blunder without being aware of it.

"You knew there was a possibility of Quin departing for a while, yet you stood idly by and did nothing…" Before the others could ask what the hell nonsense she was muttering about, Lucille glanced down at her belly and began stroking it lovingly with slow, measured motions. "You didn't stock up on his seed…"

"… Someone's become an addict." Seraphiel voiced her observation with a giant grin adorning her beautiful face.

"Easy for you to say, you've only been with him once. I'm curious if you'll be saying the same in a few months… Furthermore, from what I heard, it wasn't the most romantic of first times. Wanna talk about it, young miss?"

Hearing the caramel-haired beauty's words, the mischievous elf couldn't help but flinch and instinctively snap her hands to shield her kitten from the mere memory of her night spent with Quinlan. Find your next adventure on My Virtual Library Empire

"Looks like someone's been put in her place rather successfully…" Lucille giggled coyly.

"Can we please focus?" Ayame sighed, feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over her. Although she liked her fellow harem members and considered them her best friends, the Samurai-classed beauty couldn't help but wonder how much easier her life would've been if Quinlan had a more traditional taste in women, preferring completely normal girls—such as herself.

"What can we even say? He went for a walk?" Aurora asked a very good question. They were in the beastman headquarters, after all. However, something, an important detail, struck her smart little head. She shouted excitedly, "Wait! If time is passing for Quin, we should be able to reach him with [Master's Link]!"

Multiple heads turned in her direction, surprised they didn't think of this sooner. To them, Quinlan's departure meant he would be unavailable until his return, just like the first time he did. After all, he didn't even disappear for them back during the fight with the Phantom League, where Selene backstabbed him. Instead, he was done in a single moment's time, according to their clock. This time around, however, his telepathic communication spell should be working.

Blossom whimpered dejectedly, "That was the first thing Blossom tried as soon as Master's form disappeared… She couldn't connect to Master."

The rest of the ladies tried as well, coming to the same realization.

Ayame, with a bit of a pink visible on her delicate cheeks due to Blossom being the sole person who realized this option of theirs, muttered, "[Master's Link] is an incredibly useful spell, but it looks like we've found its first major limitation. Quin must be worlds away from us, or at least outside the Iskaris continent. There's a limit to how far the spell can reach…"

Hearing her reasoning, all five of them grimaced. Despite how they might act, they were all greatly worried for their lover. The five of them were not just his girls but also battle companions who, thus far, always had the chance to help him out during his times of need. For the first time, he was entirely on his own, and it made all five of them agitated. They were forced to sit around or even go to sleep while he was doing who knows what.

As the ladies continued their discussions, Quinlan was in the midst of getting tossed around by mighty tornadoes.

…

The moment I drank the Wind Elixir, my body suddenly felt unnaturally light, as if gravity had lost its grasp on me. Then, without any warning, I was straight-up launched.