Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem-Chapter 684: Different Type Of...

I smiled, "I think Luci Mommy cooked up the perfect name for you. It's very fitting for the cutest girl in the world."

An instant, high-pitched shout was the response my statement received. "Rosie is Rosie!"

Ayame began snickering, her 'Daddy's little girl' assumption was very quickly proving to be correct.

"This is the first time I hear of humans having the ability to converse with a Geim… Only elves should be able to do so." Yoruha muttered; her previous touched tone had been quickly replaced by one of curiosity and suspicion.

"…" my smile faltered immediately. First of all, I couldn't help but cry inwardly, 'Then how can you understand her, you damned fox?' She was a complete enigma to me. But second, I had to agree. Back when we entered the cave where Rosie's parent was kept, only I could converse with it. According to its words, it was because I was a primordial. Humans could not understand Geims.

Geims did not converse through the usage of vocal cords. They did not even have faces, they lacked mouths. Instead, these mysterious beings emitted telepathic waves that were silent to those who weren't elves, primordials, or… called Yoruha.

The only explanation why my ladies could hear her that came to mind was that my [Blessed Seed] was resting deep inside their wombs, granting them a third hidden ability beyond the increase XP gain and stopped physical aging. But then again, Jasmine could also hear her and vice-versa...

I already knew it, but my balls were indeed producing some heavenly juice.

Hehe.

<Lyra, do you understand what Rosie is saying?> I asked the pink-haired tanker girl, trying to gain confirmation.

<No, Lord Quinlan…> She was confused about the situation, understandably so. In her eyes, my girls were chatting with a mute tree that was making strangely human-like movements.

<Thank you.>

"Rosie is a special girl, Lady Yoruha. It seems she can speak with her mothers and father despite our totally ordinary human race," I said after turning to face the big fox form.

An entirely unamused face welcomed my statement.

"You're a primordial."

I froze.

She did not care one bit. "I've had my suspicions ever since meeting you, but I didn't dare think you were truly one of the fabled race. But there can be no doubt about it. You're constantly surrounded by pure nonsense. I observed your mating session in the skies and then the duel with the foxkin children… Your command over the elements goes beyond the limits of human capacity. It only makes sense if I consider you to be one of the legendary primordials."

I didn't know how to react. Asking 'What is a primordial?' with a dumb expression on my face would quite likely anger her. I didn't want to find out how far her patience extended. She was already quite patient for a woman who could turn hostile on a whim and extract every info she needed from me by taking my women hostage.

As such, I steeled my heart. This pest was not going to be going away anytime soon. Finding a way to coexist was my only path forward. I looked deep into her large eyes and nodded.

"You're right, Lady Yoruha. I am a primordial. Might I ask what you know of my kind?"

Yoruha's lips curled into a contented smile, and her piercing midnight purple gaze settled, losing its edge.

Then, without a word, her body shimmered. Her towering, regal presence diminished in an instant as her form shrank until she had transformed into her miniature nine-tailed fox version.

Gracefully, she leapt onto my head with her tails draping over my shoulders as she nestled herself comfortably in my hair, as if it had suddenly become her personal pillow.

"Not much, truth be told," she murmured after getting comfortable. Her velvety voice carried the aura of timeless wisdom.

"I believed your kind to have gone extinct from this world entirely. When I was born—just over one hundred and ten millennia ago—primordials existed only in myths, spoken of in bardic tales and whispered legends. Not once in my youth did I meet one, nor did anyone else. Throughout the centuries, I observed their names fading into near complete obscurity, as if time itself sought to erase them."

She sighed, making the warmth of her breath tickle my scalp. "I would wager there are but a handful of souls left in this world who even remember what the word primordial once meant."

"Phew…" I couldn't help but sigh with relief as the sudden and extremely heavy tension left my body, letting me breathe properly. She did not turn hostile, thank everything that is holy.

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As for her statement, it made sense. As far as I knew, the primordials were forced into that pact of theirs or whatever it was that bound them about a million years ago. Yoruha was old, but she was only a little girl compared to the real oldheads of Thalorind.

"Daddy…" Rosie spoke up all of a sudden, grabbing our attention. Her tone was very shy, nervous even.

"Yes?" I gave her a reassuring pat on her trunk, letting my warmth seep into her.

"I…" Her vines fidgeted, curling and uncurling as if mimicking a child twisting her fingers together.

Seeing her reluctance, I gently encouraged her. "Don't be afraid. Whatever it is, just say it."

She hesitated for a moment longer, then mumbled, "I'm… hungry."

"Oh, I'm sure we have more nourishment for you," I said, glancing toward the group of five elven sentries who've been watching the event unfold, frozen as if they were statues. Seeing I wasn't going to get confirmation from them anytime soon, I asked, "Or did your preferences change now that you've awoken?"

"No… It's still the same. But…" Rosie's branches wrapped tighter around me as her voice grew even quieter. "My senses are telling me… I should consume a different type of extract your body makes…"

A strange silence followed.

I raised a brow. "Different extract?"

Rosie fidgeted again, and I suddenly felt her vines shifting downward, brushing lightly over my abdomen.

Her branches trembled as she finally admitted in an extremely low, shy whisper:

"…The same nourishment you feed Rosie's Mommies with…"

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