Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem

“Papa Vargis, do you have any plans for the people we free from lionkin chains?” Ayame asked.

“The beastkin will be returned to their respective tribes.”

“That means you don’t have a plan for the non-beastkin, right?”

The old dogkin merely nodded his head.

“We’ll take care of them then,” I said.

“Take care of them?”

“Indeed.”

He growled in irritation because of my refusal to elaborate, but he must’ve been quite curious because he followed me back to the ranches together with the rest of our entourage.

As we approached the fenced grounds, the murmurs of nearly eight hundred freed captives filled the air: humans, elves, and a handful of dwarves huddled together beneath the open sky, their eyes reflecting exhaustion and uncertainty. The pair of healers had done their work—Liora and Seraphiel’s magic had stabilized them—but their minds were far from at peace.

They whispered among themselves, worry lacing their every word.

“Will they just leave us here?”

“We can’t survive in beastkin territory…”

“Even if we could, where would we go? We can’t walk back to the Alliance or Vraven lands alone.”

“They’ll abandon us…”

I could feel fear in the air. Even after saving their lives, these poor souls were still not out of the thick of it.

So I stepped forward, and then I removed my mask.

With a glance toward my companions, I gave a simple nod. One by one, they followed suit, removing their masks. Then, with a subtle manipulation of wind, I lifted all of them into the air, making my women hover gracefully, flanking me like my beautiful angels. hundreds of eyes widened, some trembling in fear, others in awe.

I let the moment linger just a bit longer before speaking.

“My name is Quinlan,” I began, my voice carrying across the field. “These amazing women beside me are my lovers. And together, we have an offer for you.”

Another wave of shocked murmurs rippled through the crowd—at our sudden elevation that made no sense in their minds whatsoever, at the brazenness of my declaration, and most of all… curiosity.

“We’re willing to take you in. Not as prisoners, not as indentured laborers, and certainly not as slaves. We want to bring you to our home.”

More confusion now. A few blinked in disbelief.

“Our own settlement,” I continued, explaining myself. “A place far away from the tyranny of the Vraven Kingdom… and free of the oppressive rule of the Elvardian Alliance. A place where you can live on your own terms.”

Someone whispered, “Their own settlement…?”

I nodded.

“It’s called Miri Town. I rule it as its sole sovereign. There, your race does not define your worth. Human, elf, dwarf… beastkin. All are welcome, so long as they come in peace.”

The mention of beastkin sent a ripple of tension through the crowd. Several flinched. Some clenched their fists. Others looked downright enraged. Understandably so: after what the lionkin had done to them, “beastkin” wasn’t a term that inspired comfort.

I raised a hand.

“You need not worry. No lionkin will ever be welcome in Miri Town. Nor any other beastkin who believes they are superior to you or who sees humanoids as meat or playthings. Those types… I burn.”

I swept my hands to either side, making the wind whir softly as Blossom and Kitsara twirled mid-air before landing gently in my arms.

“The beastkin we welcome are like these two precious existences.”

Ayame turned to face the crowd as she ventured to elaborate on my short statement.

“Not all beastkin are evil bastards. Just as not all humans, elves, or dwarves are saints. If you can’t accept the idea of living among other races, that’s your right. No one will force you. You’re free to stay behind or chart your own course.”

She glanced at me, then back to the crowd.

“But if you want a second chance—a new beginning—we’re offering it. No shackles. No exploitation. Just a place to heal and rebuild anew. Our settlement is far from civilization for hundreds of miles: no outsider will ever bother you. If you have family back home, you’ll be allowed to bring them, or return to them, once the world is safer. That may take a few months.”

Silence followed. Not empty silence, but the kind that came from people processing something they hadn’t dared to hope for.

A future.

A home.

Real freedom.

Their greatest hope has been to be freed from these horrible ranches and return back to their kingdoms. But what we offered them sounded more than that.

I looked them over, letting the stillness stretch before I said one last thing.

“Miri Town isn’t paradise. Not yet. But it’s ours. And if you want it… It can be yours too. Step through the swirling doorway I’m about to manifest. [Warp Gate].”

Now, it was up to them.

Contrary to how it was back when we let the impoverished peasants that were ruled over by the Wraithclaws (Blackjack and his crew) into Miri Town, today was vastly different. Back then, it took me to order the [Subjugated] Wraithclaw soldiers to go through for the normal citizens to gain the backbone needed to step through.

But now… “Let me through!” A woman cried, and after wrestling her way through the crowd, she immediately threw herself into the portal while clutching her young son close to her chest. “M-me too!” A man shouted and followed right after.

We watched amusedly as the people began oozing through the gate as if it led straight to heaven. “Poor people…” Seraphiel whispered. “They would much rather jump into the giant unknown than remain in these lands and try to find their way back home on their own.”

I saw many elves ladies in the crowd were watching solely her, studying even the minutest of her motions. She must’ve realized the same, because with a gentle smile, she decreed: “I promise on Luminara’s graces that my husband uttered no lie to you. A town that is surrounded by a lush forest you will absolutely adore awaits you on the other side.”

After a few seconds of keen observation, the elven ladies smiled one after the other and got into the line. I was once again ascertained just how powerful Luminara’s name truly was.

Seeing that things were working peacefully, I sent my girls to go with the crowd so that they could help them settle and so that the residents of Miri Town wouldn’t think they were under invasion.

I, in the meantime, descended back to the midst of Vargis and Vex. “How long will this take?” the old dogkin asked with tired eyes. He was visibly tired of all my bullshit.

“A few hours, I suppose. We’re all exhausted and entirely out of mana, so we would need some time to recuperate anyway.”

“Do that then,” he nodded in understanding. “I got word from Gorruk, saying that the bearkin are on their way to help us besiege Sunscar, the final city before we reach Lionheart. They’re already through their part of the cities to be destroyed. While you’re resting, we’ll finish the siege, and you’ll catch up to us once you’re ready.”

That sounded acceptable to me. If the bearkin were going to join up with the dogkin, then the next siege would be pure destruction. We wouldn’t get to farm much there. Lionheart, on the other hand, had over a million citizens, and I imagine they moved most of their defenses there. It would be a giant bloodbath. That was the place we needed to be, not this irrelevant pitstop beforehand.

“You better wait for us before you attack Lionheart, old man.”

Hearing my words, he chuckled. “You better rest quickly, boy.”

But then, he moved closer and patted me on the shoulder. He looked into my eyes with a serious expression as he decreed, “I’m proud of you for what you’ve achieved today. Excellent job, son.”

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