Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem

Chapter 496: Scarlet Lilies & Lilith

Adamantite was the highest rank on the hierarchy of the Adventurer’s Guild, and the Scarlet Lilies were one of the few teams that managed to reach that illustrious rank. What made them stand out even more was the fact that they were the sole Adamantite group that was made up of exclusively female members.

As one would expect, this earned them an idol-like status among the populace with many girls wishing to be just like them, while most boys wished to be inside them.

Yes, they were real beauties, at least four of them. The final one, the tanker, required an acquired taste to seem appealing, as unlike my gorgeous berserker or two tankers, she was a tall, burly woman with not much femininity going for her.

The other four were all gorgeous women that maybe would’ve made my heart skip a beat if they weren’t glaring at me like I was the biggest scumbag on the face of Thalorind.

I glanced at the leader in particular and boy, what a looker this one was. She was dressed for the occasion, her battle gear was nowhere to be seen.

She had porcelain-white skin, piercing crimson eyes, and gorgeous silver hair tied into an elegant bun with pink streaks framing her face. Her black lace dress was adorned with red accents and intricate patterns, resulting in her exuding some sort of gothic look, while tattoos of roses were seen on her pale arms.

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She was Lilith, probably the most famous adventurer currently alive. I didn’t expect to meet her and her team in this place, that was for sure. Her class and level were classified by the guild, she must’ve made a deal with them to hide it because the last known concrete information about her is that she was a Warrior-classed rookie when she started her career about 500 years ago.

The rumors said that she was something like a mage-knight, a woman who managed to make the usually clowned upon hybrid build work wonderfully. There was another rumor making rounds, this one claiming that she was the disowned and discarded sister of Queen Morgana, the woman with the Elemental Sovereign class. However, there was no proof, it was just a juicy theory.

Be that as it may, I had to take a moment just to appreciate the fact that I was sitting a few feet away from one of the strongest humans alive today. Out of all the people I’d met on my journies, I would estimate that only Orianna could give her a good fight, everyone else would be trashed by Lilith. But even then, I was almost certain that it was not the ’Flower Queen’ but Lilith who was the strongest entity I’d met in my life, save for the primordials in the sealed primordial dimension, of course.

My overwhelmingly curvaceous mommies could easily spank the hell out of either of the aforementioned chicks should they be allowed to leave the dimension.

And as for why was she and her team glaring at me as if I was certified human trash?

Kaelira growled with dissatisfaction and anger toward the rude humans who dared wish any sort of bad fate upon her lord.

Seraphiel also shared her very valuable information with me.

Yes, it was likely that my devised appearance, namely my elven sex slaves, was backfiring. Not all people supported slavery, and women tended to despise sex slavery in particular.

”Hello there, ladies. My name is Black, it’s my great pleasure to make your acquaintance.” I greeted the Scarlet Lilies while especially eyeing Lilith, who refused to meet my gaze.

I also flashed them a smile and gave them a ’V’ sign with the hand that wasn’t in the middle of getting molested by Jasmine who was so nervous that I felt her whole body tremble from head to toe. To calm her down, I grabbed onto her left thigh to give it a strong squeeze, which successfully got her out of her state of full-blown hyperventilation.

”Eyes ahead before something unfortunate happens.” The rogue of the group hissed as a response to my gentlemanly greeting.

I knew that this woman was called Scar. Rumor had it that her father abused her as a child, and he slashed a knife across her cheeks, cutting them apart. This resulted in her having a joker-like sewed together face. However, these were all unverified rumors because Scar wore a black metallic mask that covered her mouth and cheeks at all times.

As for the rest of her, she was a gorgeous woman.

I had to give it to the grannies, they were all dripped the hell out.

Her raven-black hair faded into deep crimson at the tips, tied back in a loose ponytail while her red eyes burned with a cold, predatory sharpness.

Scar wore a lace choker that added a hint of gothic sophistication to her presence, matching up with Lilith’s theme of clothing. Her black attire was embroidered with blood-red floral patterns and it clung to her lithe frame, offering both mobility and style.

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As for Lilith, she didn’t even bother parting her lips to tell me off. Stay tuned for updates on empire

Sigh.

I knew when to back off, the last thing I needed in my life was this Adamantite team wishing to put me six feet under. Thus, I gave the rogue a single glance before doing as told.

”Haha! No way! The rude country bumpkin is here~!” I heard a loud feminine yell from the couch that was next to mine. As I turned my head, I came face-to-face with Vivienne who was eyeing me in a strange mixture of smug cheeriness. Next to her sat Amara, who was simply glaring at me with hateful eyes, very similar to how the Scarlet Lilies did. ȑ𝒶𐌽ՕBĚ𝙎

That’s just amazing, I truly needed the bratty twins to get the seat right next to mine. It was not enough to have a living legend glare daggers into my back, I also had to deal with two entitled bitches moaning their dumb lines to me throughout the event.

I glanced to my left. At least that seat was empty. I got bad luck on my right side and behind, surely my luck will turn better when it comes to the nature of my left side neighbor. Or maybe no one will even get that seating. After all, one had to show 500 gold to be treated as a first-class VIP.

Suddenly, a deafening fanfare of horns and trumpets drowned out all conversations in the hall, drawing the attention of every noble, merchant, and adventurer present. The sound wasn’t merely ceremonial - it demanded attention, respect, and, most importantly, obedience.

”Ladies and gentlemen!” boomed a voice from the direction of the instruments. It was most certainly a voice that was amplified by magic, making it perfectly clear despite the acoustics of the vast amphitheater. ”Her Royal Highness, Felicity Primrose Amabelle Valorian, Third Princess to the Crown of the Vraven Kingdom, has arrived. Stand and bow in honor of her presence!”

A truly unexpected guest had arrived, making the already juicy event even spicier!