Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem - Chapter 1238: Dissatisfaction
Chapter 1238: Dissatisfaction
Black Fang’s gaze finally left the stones. Her eyes shifted toward Quinlan, steady and without a hint of tremor.
“I feel nothing. By the time I crawled out of the serpent’s belly, I was already dead, and I’m not saying this to be poetic. I tried to remember my mother’s face, her voice, even her scent. Nothing came. I never cried for her again. Never felt the need to sense her warmth.”
Her tone didn’t waver; it carried the quiet certainty of someone who was incapable of mourning.
“She was a victim, no doubt. But I can’t care to avenge a woman whose face I can’t even recall.”
“As for my father and the Fujimori as a whole… They are the most annoying, most infuriatingly pretentious group of people I know, but revenge? For what? For not wanting me? Children being abandoned is part of life. Some animals even cannibalize their own. My family didn’t want me, so I made a life for myself elsewhere. That’s all.”
The room held still.
Quinlan and Vex shared a glance.
Both carried the same silent twist in their chest.
What stood before them wasn’t a woman hardened by choice but one shattered too early to heal.
A child who had been thrown away and forced to live like a wild creature, warping her body and mind.
In their eyes, Black Fang wasn’t a cold and cruel woman for not desiring revenge; she was a tragic, tormented soul who was pushed toward the edge so badly that she fell right off the cliff and shattered into little pieces.
The same way Quinlan never judged Iris for some of her quirks and questionable behavior, especially early on, he didn’t feel right to judge Black Fang’s morality as well.
Black Fang studied the two for a moment, with her expression giving nothing away. But then, when she understood just what exactly was going on, her brows furrowed.
They felt sorry for her.
She did not like it one bit.
“You shouldn’t look at me like that. I care not for my past.”
Her voice was matter-of-fact. But her words only deepened the weight in Quinlan and Vex’s chests. They could both sense the hollowness beneath her calm.
Black Fang’s eyes darkened. “Stop feeling pity for me. I’m serious.”
That time, her tone carried the sharp edge of irritation.
Quinlan exhaled, realizing she meant it. “Alright..”
He gave up on the topic for now, needing some time to digest. “Let’s move on then. I have another question. The Heavenly Restriction. I keep hearing the term, but no one’s explained it to me properly yet.”
For a brief moment, she didn’t answer. Then a sly glint slipped into her eyes. “You ask and ask and ask. But when I ask a question, you pretend not to hear it.”
Quinlan blinked. It took him only a second to realize what she meant. The last time she’d tried to ask about their telepathy, right before they’d entered the sauna, he’d brushed it off entirely.
And she was right.
He knew he should appreciate her openness more. Someone like Yoruha might know as much, but the ancient fox had never shown the same willingness to talk.
Yoruha was a mystery wrapped in fur, elegance, and laziness, treating this place as her personal retirement home. She spent her time sleeping on his lap, napping on his head, or playing with Rosie. She never joined real conversations.
Quinlan admitted defeat. “Fair enough. Please ask, and if I can, I’ll answer.”
Hearing that, Black Fang’s satisfaction was outright palpable. The cold, closed-off mass murderer looked at ease as she once again leaned back in her seat.
She took her time, clearly savoring the shift in tone as her eyes drifted between Quinlan and Vex. “Hmm… Ah, yes.”
Her purple eyes gleamed with genuine curiosity. “Tell me, how do your lovers level up so quickly? I always wondered that one and never found an answer. I can accept that you’re a special case, a member of a race I don’t understand properly. But your lovers? They’re mortals. Yet all of them grow absurdly fast for the number of kills they rack up.”
Both Quinlan and Vex froze.
Neither spoke.
Neither even breathed.
Then their eyes met, showing that silent ’oh no’ of mutual realization.
“Ah! No!” Before Quinlan could even open his mouth, Vex let out a high-pitched yelp and dove straight into his lap, ensuring his penis was hidden beneath her butt. This way, the Hexwitch placed herself between Black Fang and her lover, creating a protective formation.
Black Fang’s expression didn’t change. Not much, anyway.
Her face remained calm, but one elegant eyebrow arched.
“Why are you shielding him with your body? I am conversing peacefully, even conducting a fair and mutually beneficial exchange of information. Yet you act like I’m threatening him.”
’For now!!’ Vex screamed inwardly but refused to answer out loud. Her lips stayed shut, trembling, but she didn’t say a word.
“I see.”
Black Fang’s voice carried no emotion, but that made it sound even more ominous. She reached for the ladle resting beside her knee and, without ceremony, poured its contents over the stones.
A loud hiss filled the air as steam exploded upward.
Then she poured again.
And again.
And again.
By the third pour, the heat turned vicious, feeling as if they were breathing fire instead of air. The sauna had been incredibly hot before, but now it was simply suffocating. The humidity clung to their skin, every breath scalding their throats.
Vex clenched her teeth, visibly struggling to keep her composure. Her skin flushed deep red all over her body.
Quinlan wasn’t faring any better. Sweat poured down his back in sheets, and even his lungs felt like they were being steamed alive.
Black Fang, though drenched from head to toe, sat tall and unflinching. Her pale skin glistened as if she’d lathered herself in a copious amount of oil, but of the three, she endured the heat best.
As she poured once more, her tone turned low.
“I’ve been dissatisfied with your attitude recently.”
“What?!” Vex struggled to voice her shock. “What do you mean?!”
“You’re my student,” Black Fang said evenly. “I found you. Saved you. Raised you. You’ve been with me for two centuries.”
She finally paused pouring more water, and turned around to look at Vex. “But then you find a man, fall deep in love within weeks, and suddenly he’s your world. I am left in the dark, forgotten, even treated like a threat.”
Vex shuddered, her red eyes meeting Black Fang’s purple gaze. That stare was unbearable, too knowing, too sharp. The longer she looked, the more her lips trembled, the harder it became to hold back the sting in her chest.
Quinlan slid a hand around Vex’s belly from behind, meaning to calm her.
Despite the tension, a flicker of amusement danced behind his eyes. Watching his fiery little witch get scolded like a misbehaving student by her terrifying master had its own absurd charm.
Still, he was a loyal man. And he couldn’t just sit still as she suffered. He gathered mana in his hand, calling upon the element of water. He doused himself, helping to hydrate his body.
But just as he was about to do the same for Vex, Black Fang’s voice cut through the haze.
