Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem-Chapter 682: Daughter

I glanced at the elven sentries and saw that they were about to speak up, telling Lucille that they'd taken perfect care of such needs, but I raised my arm, silencing them. I wanted the introduction to be genuine, and Lucille's motherly nature was a big part of her existence.

Her hands roamed over the bark as if searching for signs of distress. "Did you feel scared when we didn't talk to you enough? Were you sad? I promise I won't ignore you ever again, okay? Luci Mommy's here now. I'll take care of you properly from now on, I swear."

The Geim's trunk vibrated beneath her touch. It wasn't quite speech, not yet, but something deep within it was very clearly listening.

Lucille let out a soft gasp. "You're waking up, aren't you? You've been waiting for us, haven't you?" She cupped her hands over what she presumed to be its 'heart' and whispered, "It's okay. Take your time. No rush. But whenever you're ready… I will be right here."

Her embrace grew tighter, making her motherly warmth seep deep into the wood of this extremely rare and strange being. "And when you finally wake up, I'll make sure you get all the love and cuddles you deserve. My sweet little baby..."

Her sniffles filled the quiet clearing, and at that moment, I was absolutely certain—this tree was going to be the most spoiled brat in the whole of Thalorind.

Lucille didn't seem open to the idea of letting go of the tree. When I gently tried to pull her back, she stubbornly tightened her grip around its body.

As such, I elected to move on. My hands traced the gorgeous feminine curves of my next woman's sides as I mused, "This is Jasmine, a wonderful brown-haired babe who is a very talented merchant, who might become even more in the future… If you grow up to be a big and strong plant who produces so many goodies we can't make use of them, it will be she who puts the items on the market, making Papa very, very rich… and happy."

"Hehe…" Jasmine giggled, though there was a bit of nervousness in her still. She was thrown into the deep end, asked to talk to a strange tree while a giant mythical fox was staring at her every motion, but she was a good improviser who had an even better head on her shoulders. As such, she moved on, embracing the moment for what it was.

"I'm very pleased to meet you… I'll call you Geim until we decide on a proper name. Your father is an awesome man with a giant heart who was ready to love even an ordinary girl like me when all your other mothers are 'rather' unique, so I'm sure you'll enjoy your time with him and the rest of us once you awaken."

"Stop selling yourself short, Jasmine. You're just as amazing as the rest of my girls," I said while giving her a reassuring kiss. Our lips remained interlocked for a few seconds before we detached, and my eyes landed on my mischievous bombshell of an elven healer, and a cheeky grin was already etched on her beautiful face.

I walked towards her, before embracing slapping her gorgeous butt with my right hand and cupping one of her cheeks in my palm. "And this is your sole elven mother-"

"For now," Sera interjected while sending her mother a not-at-all-subtle glance.

"... For now. Her name is Seraphiel. She's not only the hottest but also the most talented Healer-classed woman in the world. If you ever get hurt, just cry for your Sera Mommy and she'll rush to heal you back to tip-top shape immediately."

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Sera giggled happily for a brief second, sending me a mysterious glance. But then, she turned toward the geim, and with a big smile, she said, "I don't know if I deserve your father's words—I mean about me being the most talented healer. Being the sexiest is an absolute given. But I always do my absolute best when my family members are injured. You're going to be safe so long as I'm around."

I nodded at her statement, more than satisfied with her words. Out of curiosity, I turned toward Sylvaris. I expected her to look a bit offended by Sera's newest statement about her belonging in my bed, but what I saw was nothing like that.

Waterworks.

That was the best word to describe what was going on.

Sylvaris was bawling her eyes out at the beautiful sight of her daughter adopting a Geim. It was an honor this traditional and religious woman never thought possible to receive. Celeste moved toward her and, as the dutiful maid she was, presented an elegant handkerchief from her ring, which the silver-haired elf accepted with gratitude.

I observed the touching image for a few seconds before refocusing my attention on my final woman. Kitsara's lips trembled as soon as our eyes met. She was mentally shaken. "You lay with me for the first time less than 48 hours ago, yet you've already given me a child…"

I couldn't help but chuckle wryly in response. This woman always knew how to utter something crazy.

"Kitsara is your seventh and last mother, for the time being… Papa is a very ambitious man with the heart of a giant that's ready to shower many awesome girls with overwhelming affection, so be ready to embrace more ladies in the future. Also, yes, Kitsara Mommy is a bit messed up in the head, so if she says something unhinged, just ignore her. This doesn't change the fact that she's still a perfect woman who you can trust when push comes to shove."

I got another glare from a pair of stinky eyes, this time from the white-haired fox girl. But then, she turned serious. "Motherhood…" she muttered, giving the Geim a few gentle strokes.

Her eyes suddenly sparkled with excitement, her mind had been made up. "I've been a pure and innocent maiden up until your father turned up on my doorstep and unapologetically stole my heart alongside my maidenhood a day or so ago, but I'll do my best to become worthy of being your mother."

As soon as she finished her statement, the Geim trembled, this time with far greater intensity than ever before. Its entire trunk shuddered, and its thick roots twisted deeper into the earth as if it were stretching after an impossibly long slumber. Then, slowly, it swayed—first to the left, then to the right—its movements were eerily reminiscent of my girls tossing and turning in bed just before waking.

Leaves rustled like a chorus of whispers, and its massive branches unfurled, curling and flexing, testing their range of motion for the first time. The once-still tree was no longer just reacting to the wind; it was moving with purpose, with life.

The creature had awakened—the only question remaining was whether it had gained enough sentience to converse with us.

My child didn't wish to make me guess any longer, evidenced by the fact that…

A loud, high-pitched, girly cry reverberated across my home with the might of a volcanic eruption.

"DADDY!!"