Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem - Chapter 1237: Villain
Chapter 1237: Villain
“You suddenly feel like a villain?” Vex repeated with a tone that was flatter than the floorboards beneath their feet.
“Master, you’re not only one of the worst serial killers in the history of the continent, but also a drug lord who’s directly responsible for the suffering of millions. You’re like the definition of the term villain. You make my Primordial Villain hubby look like the Primordial Saint.”
“…”
Black Fang didn’t answer. Only a sharp gleam cut through her calm, a flicker that warned Vex she was pushing the boundaries.
Quinlan sighed. The air was still thick with heat, clinging to his skin like another layer. When he sat again, he chose a different spot from before. He sat on Vex’s other side, positioning himself between the two women.
This way, Vex was on his right while Black Fang sat on his left, though she was not directly next to him, sitting at a 90-degree angle.
The bench creaked under his weight. He leaned back and, without hesitation, draped an arm over Vex’s shoulders. Both of them were drenched in sweat, their skin slick from the heat, yet neither seemed to care.
If anything, the Hexwitch melted against him. Her eyes turned soft, and her lips curved into a small, giddy smile more fitting for a girl on her first date than a centuries-old, wanted criminal witch.
Her warmth steadied him. The chaos in his mind began to fade.
He refocused on the room, on the woman across from him.
“You made your little sister cry?” Quinlan repeated with a playful smirk tugging at his mouth. “What about the one whose four limbs you cut off before driving your katana through her heart?”
Indeed. If Ayame were her sister, then so was Kaede.
And Black Fang conducted a brutal, merciless execution of Kaede.
Black Fang met his eyes, completely unfazed by his proximity or nudity.
Her gaze was steady, undisturbed by his question.
“When they threw me into that forest, I stopped being a Fujimori. Perhaps a human as well.”
Her voice was calm, but to Quinlan, it carried a tragic edge.
“I am not the innocent child, Hanako Fujimori. She died when her guardians chose to kill her.”
The purple marks along her arms flared to life.
“I am the Terror of Venom, Black Fang, and I refuse to wield any other name.”
The name hung in the air like a poison that had no antidote.
Staring deep into Quinlan’s eyes, she added for clarification, “I could kill Kaede Fujimori a thousand times over, and the only emotion I would feel is triumph upon getting the kill confirmation and seeing her lifeless corpse.”
“… I see. I apologize if I said too much,” Quinlan nodded after struggling to find the proper words.
The intensity of this woman was simply out of this world. At times, Quinlan thought he was getting more and more used to having her presence so close to him, but in reality, it was still quite the unnerving experience.
However, he wouldn’t have it any other way. This existence intrigued him like no other.
She was the only woman he knew who could make him feel so many emotions from a conversation taken in a sauna.
Black Fang did not answer at once. Her hand moved again. Water hissed as it met the stones. The room thickened; the heat pressed on them as if it were a crushing weight.
Vex and Quinlan shifted on the bench, breathing harder. Sweat poured down their bodies in large amounts. Even Black Fang’s skin shone with a great deal of dampness, but she did not flinch.
However, whether she relished the warmth or studied it as an experiment, no one could tell. The Goddess knew how much this soul suffered and how strong her tolerance for pain and discomfort was; thus, it was more than possible she was simply suffering in silence for science.
“You have nothing to apologize for,” Black Fang replied at long last with a flat tone that was truly free of anger.
“… Why throw a baby into the woods?” Quinlan asked. “You were an infant.”
“Ask your lover. I care little for clan rules. But from what I pieced together, hearing Raijin’s incessant begging sprees, it was because I was a half-breed. My mother was an original denizen of Iskaris. But he was a Fujimori, who came from outside.”
Quinlan’s voice carried a cold edge. “Half-breeds live across the continent. They are not sent to die.”
“They are not born the leader’s child, especially not from ’seduction,’” Black Fang replied.
She set the ladle down, and the words came like a report. “Normally, in these situations, they deny the bastard a name. But a leader’s illegitimate daughter threatened a dynasty. They feared that an outside force, another duke or perhaps the king himself might use me as a puppet to lay claim to the clan and Silverwind.”
“However, publicly killing a baby would stain the honor of the people who tout themselves as honorable warriors. So they staged a story. They claimed I ran away, snuck out by the seducer’s ally at night. Privately, they left me where they thought I would die and kept their hands clean, letting them live their lives with a clear conscience. After all, technically, they gave me a chance at living.”
Quinlan and Vex both made the same expression. Their faces moved to disgust without a sound.
The hypocrisy was obvious; the cruelty deliberate.
Quinlan’s voice compressed into a low growl. “And this man came crawling back to you afterward? Begging forgiveness?”
For a beat, Black Fang simply absorbed the question, studying the steam around her fingers.
Then she answered, as if reading a list. “According to him, his hand was forced. It was not he who made the decision but the elders. He was new to the throne. His claim was weak. He could not risk opposing them. He promised to legalize me, to raise me properly, to treat me as his child and heir. He swore he would make things right. I only had to give him a chance and return ’home.’”
Vex scoffed. She was infuriated to the very marrow of her bones. “Or maybe he just wanted a badass heir like you. I assume he only found you after you left the forest. Having an eighteen-year-old daughter who’s already level forty would give him the biggest bragging rights in the whole kingdom.”
Black Fang lifted a shoulder, shrugging without a care in the world. “Maybe so. I never listened. Whenever he appeared, I attacked him. At first, I was too weak. That’s why I was forced to hear some of his excuses. But as I grew in power, he could no longer afford to speak while fighting. He’d appear, start pleading, then go straight to defending before retreating with tears on his face.”
Vex clicked her tongue, sharp and cold. “Hah! And he dares feel guilty?” Her tone softened a heartbeat later, tears already forming in her eyes. “Master… what about your mom?”
“Executed. For the crime of seducing the clan leader.”
Vex’s face tightened. She looked like she had expected the answer, yet anger still broke through. “Seduced? What was she, some temptress demoness from legends?!”
“She was an artisan. Hired to teach the clan’s craftsmen a new clay-forming technique.”
The words landed like a slap. The sheer absurdity of it left Vex frozen and Quinlan staring.
An artisan. A simple woman shaping clay pots. Condemned for ’seducing’ a noble warrior. Such a low-standing woman could never even approach the high and mighty leader, let alone seduce him. It was obvious who started the conversation between the two.
Quinlan’s jaw flexed. The heat of the sauna did nothing to dull the disgust crawling under his skin. He had once pitied Ayame’s father for dying under betrayal. He was sad he couldn’t meet such a noble man, thinking he might’ve been able to learn a thing or two from such a warrior.
Now, he wished Raijin had lived long enough for Quinlan to kill him himself.
But something felt off to him.
“Black Fang, I know you as a fierce woman of utmost determination. Thus, it strikes me a bit strange that you never seemed to harbor a desire for revenge. Even if your father’s hand was forced by the hidden leaders of the clan or whatever, he’s still a coward who allowed not only his lover but even his child to be killed.”
