Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem

Chapter 15: My Beautiful Slave

Ayame meets my gaze once more after a minute of inner contemplation. I can feel a strong resolve in her eyes. ”I accept your terms, Master.”

A triumphant grin spreads across my face. Sure, I agreed to help her take down an entire duchy, but thatʼs a problem for the future Quinlan. Right now, as a level 1 scrub, Iʼve just secured an incredible ally. And letʼs be honest, her exotic beauty and the ridiculously low price I got her for are just icing on the cake.

On the open market, Iʼd be lucky to get a level 3 sweaty warrior dude for one gold, and Iʼm paying this off in weekly installments? Itʼs practically daylight robbery. I doubt Iʼll ever get this lucky again.

”Iʼm glad to have you, Ayame,” I say, extending my hand across the table. ”Itʼs just the two of us for now, but welcome to the party.”

She nods, a faint smile tugging at her lips as she firmly shakes my hand. Despite the uncertainty of her future and the life sentence of eternal servitude hanging over her head, sheʼs finally leaving her miserable cell behind. She can start living again, pursuing her vengeance, traveling, fighting, gaining strength.

For an honorable warrior like her, this past year must have been nothing short of torture.

”Alright, time to call the slavers to finalize the deal.” I find a servant lingering at the end of the hallway, who quickly fetches Marcus. Soon enough, the three of us are seated around the table in the office.

The merchant wears a bittersweet expression. I can easily guess what he is thinking. Finally, he gets rid of the pest occupying his basement cell, but she still cost him seven gold coins, plus all the time, energy, and resources theyʼve wasted on her year-long stay here. I wonder if the amount I got her for will even cover that part. Worst deal of your career, huh, Marcus?

I canʼt help but sneer inwardly at his misery. I might act amicable with him on the surface but slave merchants donʼt deserve an ounce of pity in my book even if their house burns down with their loved ones still in it.

”So, youʼve finally found your prince charming, huh?” he begins while glaring daggers at Ayame. ”Congratulations are in order, I suppose.” Oh, I can smell the bad blood between them. For some reason, he is a lot less friendly to my new companion than he is to me. I wonder why.

”Thank you, Glorified Human Trafficker. Iʼm going to miss your presence in my life greatly, GHT.”

Dayum, girl. I can see a vein pop on Marcusʼs forehead. Sorry, I meant on GHTʼs forehead.

”The feeling is mutual. Letʼs get this over with before you dirty my new sofas even further.” He turns to me and his expression relaxes instantly. ”So, kind sir, I was told that you will take this lovely lady off my hands?” Ayame scoffs at his swift change in demeanor.

”Yes. Weʼve come to a mutual understanding. I believe she will help me reach great heights in this life.”

”Great! Then, slave, did my employee notify you of your newfound masterʼs additional clause, which he wishes to add to your contract?”

She nods. ”The one about secrecy, right? Fine with me. I would rather die than betray those I fight alongside.”

Marcus nods back, pulling out the necessary documents. ”Very well then. Letʼs finalize this.” He spreads the parchment on the table and hands me a quill. I quickly skim through the terms to ensure everything is in order.

”Sign here, and here,” Marcus instructs, pointing to the designated spots. I do as instructed after a giving the papers a quick read-through, and then Ayame takes the quill, her hand steady as she adds her signature below mine.

Once the documents are signed, Marcus rolls them up and seals them with a wax stamp bearing the insignia of his house. He then reaches into a pouch at his side and pulls out a small vial filled with a shimmering, iridescent liquid. He gestures for Ayame and me to come closer. ”Thereʼs one final step,” he says, his tone businesslike. ”Contract magic.”

”The kind sir needs to add a drop of his blood into this bowl.” He hands me a small knife and I do as instructed. Then, Ayame steps forward, her eyes sad and resigned. Marcus pours the liquid into a shallow bowl and begins to chant in a low, guttural voice. The liquid starts to glow, and tendrils of light rise from the bowl, snaking through the air towards Ayameʼs collar.

The light wraps around her collar, causing it to shimmer and pulse. Ayame winces slightly but stands her ground. As the magic takes hold, the collar undergoes a subtle transformation, the runes etched into it glowing briefly before fading back to their original state.

[Youʼve Acquired Samurai lvl 14, Ayame, As Your Slave]

[New Class Unlocked: Slave Master]

Marcus finishes the incantation and steps back, the light dissipating. ”It is done,” he says. ”The collar is now bound to the terms of your contract. Any violation of these terms will activate the magic within and our establishment will be notified immediately.”

Ayame touches the collar gingerly, her eyes narrowing. ”I understand,” she says quietly.

I then speak up, trying to cheer her up, ”thank you, GHT, ah- sorry! I meant GHT, ah! I canʼt speak well today, Iʼm so sorry Marcus. Accidental slip of the tongue, I swear on my dear brotherʼs life.” I manage to elicit a short giggle from my lovely new partner in crime and a very annoyed scoff from the trader. ȐåΝö𝐁ƐṤ

To his credit, he seems to move on pretty fast. ”I can tell that the two of you were made for each other now. I finally understand why she accepted you of all people. Well, Iʼm too old to get annoyed at you youngsters. If you wish to expand your slave harem you know who to visit. This time maybe come with a few gold coins in your purse, kind sir.”

”Iʼm not a part of his harem and never will be!” We both ignore the pouting, defiant girl.

You simply canʼt stop the inevitable from happening, my dear Ayame.