Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem

Chapter 525: Elven Society

So that’s what it was. Can’t say I blame her, I would’ve done the same, probably even attacking the queen. After all, Seraphiel was conscripted into the army.

”I never asked this, but I’m curious. How did you get conscripted in the first place?”

Sera was quick to reply. ”The council, which is composed of the mightiest clans and the two royal families of the dwarf and elf species, imposed martial law, saying that our nation was facing the threat of annihilation. To that effect, each clan save for those on the council had to send their strongest soldiers onto the frontlines. I, as a Healer-classed person, fell into that category.”

That’s utter bullcrap. ”And the clans on the council were exempt from doing the same?”

”Yes… they reasoned that they were needed to maintain internal peace in the nation. In Elvardia, the highest clans have territories deep in the country while the lower clans inhabit the outer lands, forcing us to defend their rich territories by shedding our blood.”

”Humans aren’t the only species horribly affected by greed and corruption, huh…”

”Humans are quite good, honestly. You should see what the beastkin clans get up to.”

Blossom was from one such clan, but before she was born, her mother ran away to live in the woods. That’s where she gave birth to my first woman. Due to her being born into isolation, Blossom couldn’t tell me much about the inner workings of the beastkin clans.

”So that’s how it is…” After nodding in Seraphiel’s direction, I turned toward Sylvaris. ”I assume you came over to the Ravenshade duchy where your daughter’s army lost, but along the way, you were apprehended.”

”Yes. They employed elven rangers and beastkin with a good sense of smell, which made me easy to track down.” Sylvaris admitted before eyeing her daughter, ”Enough about me and politics. Tell me, what have you been up to?”

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”Just like you, I was exported to this duchy where I was being sold for over 50 gold, but the locals thought it to be too much. Quinlan disagreed with that sentiment and bought me. Since then we’d been traveling and fighting together.”

”Traveling and fighting? Nothing more?” The elven matriarch asked with suspicion, which was most evident in her scrutinizing eyes.

”I’m not his lover…” Seraphiel murmured, and it seemed that it was her time to be embarrassed. Her cheeks flushed to a healthy rosy color.

”Wait, she isn’t your partner?!” It was Jasmine who asked by yelping loudly. Thus far, she was quiet. ”B-b-but you were kissing and sitting in his lap and everything…” My fifth woman voiced the mother’s thoughts perfectly, who was merely nodding along while refusing to look away from her daughter’s features.

Her focused eyes were in the middle of studying the daughter she hadn’t seen for months.

I smiled wryly while rushing to Sera’s rescue; ”I would say we’re in the transitioning period of our relationship.”

”Daughter, jumping into the arms of a man and then deep kissing him in public isn’t something you should do with your husband, let alone with a man who isn’t your partner.”

”He is my partner!” Sera declared.

”I am?”

”He is?” Jasmine asked at the same time I did.

”I don’t understand this new generation… So brazen and shameless.” Sylvaris sighed dramatically.

”Lose your droopy eyes, I’m not in the mood for this pretend play of yours,” Seraphiel announced annoyedly.

”I risk everything for my daughter and this is the ungrateful treatment I receive… Can you believe it?” The recipient of her question was none other than me. řＡΝȯʙÊṡ

”No, I can’t. You’re being too harsh on your mother. Very few people would have the bravery to do what she did for their children.”

My statement received a strong pout and eyes that spoke volumes of her perceived betrayal, but then Sera sighed and went to hug her mother. ”Thank you, Mom… You’re the best.”

”I know.” Sylvaris’ words might’ve been arrogant, but her tone was anything but. She hugged her daughter close to herself and her voice cracked due to her strong feelings of relief.

Jasmine and I exchanged a happy smile with each other as we silently observed this beautiful sight, and her dainty hand soon found itself holding onto mine.

Seraphiel’s desperate begging for me to purchase her mother back at the auction told me everything I needed to know regarding how deeply she loved this woman, and Sylvaris’ actions spoke for themselves. A few people were fortunate enough to have such a warm relationship with their parents/daughters.

They continued hugging for a minute or so, after which my bombshell of a healer plopped her plump butt down into my lap, where she nestled herself into perfect comfort, even forcibly placing my free hand on her delicate belly, demanding some rubs.

I decided to change the topic. ”I’d been meaning to ask, what’s up with male elves? Where are they? Why didn’t your husband come with you to rescue your daughter? Also, I understand that elves practice strict matriarchy, but why is that? I don’t mean to be sexist, women are perfectly capable of leadership, I just find it curious.”

”You don’t know this? Oh, that’s right, I forgot…” Seraphiel murmured before leaning back againstmy chest and angling her neck back so that she was cutely looking up at me.

”Elves are not strictly superior to humans despite the strongest of us being capable of living close to 10,000 years. But then, how come elves aren’t the dominant race on the Iskaris continent? It’s because the four races are balanced.

The smelly, hairy, ugly midgets are the greatest builders and crafters, making up for their humorously disadvantageous physical form with superior gear and artifacts. Humans are generalists who are pretty good at everything but don’t dominate any one field, letting them be competitive enough in everything to keep up with the others and thus remain not only alive but also thrive.

Beastkin varies greatly depending on the type of animal they’re associated with, but they tend to be the most physically imposing while also enjoying benefits from their animalistic traits, like Blossom and her strong nose. Elves have great proficiency with nature, and we live for a long time. But… our males are terrible, bringing our potential as a species down.”

”Males are terrible? What do you mean?”

”They are weak, and honestly, after getting to know what being embraced by such firm muscles feels like, I can’t imagine giving a moment of my time to those effeminate twinks…” Seraphiel murmured while molesting my biceps with her dainty fingers and also letting out sounds that spoke volumes of her satisfaction at the same time.

”Daughter… You’re oversimplifying it.” Sylvaris didn’t like Sera’s way of describing elven males, but her daughter was too absorbed in touching my muscles right now to care. The mother sighed tiredly, then began explaining.

”Elven females don’t face reduced XP gains compared to humans and the other two races, but males do. They get 99% reduced XP, which means they’re stuck as weaklings, bringing the potential of our race down.”

”Pfft!” I couldn’t help but snicker when I heard this. They get 1% XP of what the females gain? That’s a ridiculous joke, Soul Records. I didn’t know that you were such a prankster.

Both Sylvaris and Jasmine sent me a disapproving gaze, making me cease my mocking laughter. ”So that means they work the fields, gather berries, take care of the children and the like, while the women fight wars and make important decisions?”

”Sounds about right to me…” Seraphiel purred lazily.

No wonder I didn’t see many male elves. To capture them, humans would have to invade elven lands which is a suicide mission with all the forest sentries protecting their borders, only to get useless level 1 babysitters. Well, perhaps elven men would have success with noble ladies if they were as handsome as elf females are beautiful, but I digress.

”What about your father? Was he your babysitter?”