Chapter 1012: Cheeky Princess
Chapter 1010 of "Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem" begins revealing exciting developments: Chapter 1012: Cheeky PrincessShe leapt into Seraphielâs arms like a child, and the elven woman... Donât stop now!
Chapter 1012: Cheeky Princess
She leapt into Seraphielâs arms like a child, and the elven woman caught her with practiced grace she got from interacting with Rosie. Felicity mightâve been a much bigger girl, but right now she reminded the cheeky elf of her own daughter.
Seraphiel smiled as she spun the purple-haired princess. âArenât we a bit too happy? If you smoked something you shouldnât have, you canât act so brazen in front of your father. Youâll be found out.â
âKhm!â Alexios coughed strongly but found himself ignored by both women.
âI was so happy when I heard you were Lord Blackâs wife and not just a pleasure slave! I slept with a big smile on my face that night!â
âYou and me both⌠Me, Goldie, and White are the luckiest women alive if you ask me.â She included Kitsara in the equation as her alias was also a slave-wife, not a woman Quinlan picked up while in the Beastman Confederation.
However, the rest of her statement was entirely true. She sent Quinlan a fond gaze. âTruly, we are far too lucky to have met him⌠Our fate was to live in complete misery, yet look at usâŚâ
Next came Ayame. Then Serika. Then Blossom. Felicity greeted them all with bubbling joy and a noblewomanâs charm, if a bit too touchy for King Alexiosâ tastes.
At last, she arrived before Feng, who had finally stood upright.
âThe one called Jiai, hm?â Felicityâs eyes twinkled. âLord Blackâs and Lady Blackâs daughter.â
She extended a hand.
â⌠Thatâs me,â Feng grunted before cautiously accepting it.
Felicity gave Ayame and Quinlan a sideways glance, then smiled. âMiss Black and Mister Black, you have good genes. Sheâs a healthy child.â
âHuh?â Feng furrowed her brow. âWhy are you acting like Iâm a baby? Iâm your elder, put some respect on my name, damned brat.â
Felicity clicked her tongue. âRespect is to be earned, not demanded, Jiai.â
A throbbing vein twitched on Fengâs forehead.
âFelicity,â the king finally spoke up, rubbing his temples with a wry look, âeven in private, you should act fitting for your station. Such is the burden we must carry.â
Felicity turned to him with a delicate face that was all too innocent and beaming. âYes, Father. I will remember your wise words and act upon them.â
He didnât believe her for a second. No one did.
King Alexios gave a long, tired sigh.
But then, from one moment to the next, the small amount of amusement heâd held a moment ago, the rare levity brought on by his daughter and her strange new companions, faded. The soft lines on his face were swept away, replaced by the hard, unyielding angles of a ruler once more.
The Warrior King had returned.
With his spine straight, his voice calm and commanding, he gave a nod to the group.
âI will take my leave. There are matters that require my presence.â
He didnât elaborate further, but they all knew what he meant. His 1000th birthday was not a private affair. It was a historic occasion. Every noteworthy noble from the kingdom had been invited. Every duke, hero, merchant prince, and emissary worth their salt would be watching.
Without another word, he turned and strode out of the room.
Felicity waited until he vanished behind the tall doors before exhaling with dramatic flair. âAlright! That was a lot.â
She pulled out a teacup from her pocket ring and beamed excitedly at Seraphiel. âMiss Elf, would you like to brew tea together with me?!â
Seraphiel squinted. âAre you a racist?â
Felicity paused. âWhat?!â
âNot all elves make good tea.â Seraphiel crossed her arms. âSome of us are terrible at it. You went and assumed I make good tea simply because of my race.â
âDo you make bad tea?â
Seraphiel scoffed, deeply offended at the mere question. âI make the second-best tea in the world, thank you very much.â
She flicked her long, golden hair over her shoulder with elf-like haughtiness. âOnly my motherâs is better. Not even my grandmother can match it.â
Felicityâs lips curled upwards in pure vindication. She looked just as smug as Seraphiel and Feng often did. But she said nothing else, only clapped her hands and led the way further into the garden.
Despite being technically inside the palace, there was no ceiling to be seen. The illusion of an open sky above stretched endlessly, painted with clouds and a radiant artificial sun that warmed the skin enough to feel real.
Benches and cushions were scattered artfully throughout the garden. The group split. Quinlan and co strolled to a corner shaded by vines while Feng stepped closer to the tea-brewing station where Felicity and Seraphiel had begun arranging herbs and kettles atop an ancient tree stump that doubled as a preparation table.
Felicity caught sight of her. âDo you wish to learn, Jiai? I might be criminally dumb when it comes to academics, but Iâll give you a perfect crash course on tea brewing!â
Feng was quick to deny the offering. âNo. Iâm just here to see how a pampered royal brat fares against my elven mother.â
Felicity paused. â⌠Youâre here to see me fail miserably and get a good laugh at my expense?â
Feng gave her a wide, impish grin. âI guess you could say that. The higher they are, the more satisfying the fallâŚâ
Felicityâs eyes suddenly gained a new sparkle in them. âYouâre on!â She mightâve been serious with her words, but her body language was anything but.
It was clear to the watching adults that Felicity immensely enjoyed the attitude with which Feng spoke to her. Finally, a child her age who acted as if she were just another teenager instead of a royal princess around whom walking on eggshells was a given.
The challenge had been accepted just like that. Tea leaves were measured. Water boiled. A duel of grace, precision, and leaf infusion began.
And as steam began to rise and the aroma of ancient herbs danced through the air, the meeting that began with the immensely troublesome encounter with the king turned into one of rare peace and serenity.
It was a calm before the storm would inevitably come, as it always did when the Elysiar family was involved.