Chapter 1021: Kaede Fujimori
Chapter 1019 of "Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem" starts with thrilling twists: "Now presenting! Duchess Kaede Fujimori of Silverwind!"The room stirred.Ayameâs fists curled tightly under the table.Kaede... Continue the story!
"Now presenting! Duchess Kaede Fujimori of Silverwind!"
The room stirred.
Ayameâs fists curled tightly under the table.
Kaede entered the banquet hall with serene grace, not emitting any haughtiness one might expect from a woman who had just recently betrayed her sister to become the duchess in her stead.
In fact, Kaede was so serene that she glided forward as if she were a painted doll come to life. Her silk kimono was elegant, pristine, perfectly folded in all the right places. Every step she took was measured and refined.
She shared the same fine bone structure as Ayame, the same jet-black hair, and the same blue eyes, though hers seemed to be veiled in a placid mask.
Thatâs where the similarities ended.
None in the harem doubted that if Ayame were to stand next to this woman, sheâd be mistaken for being the younger sister.
Kaede was taller and curvier. Her long hair was coiled into an intricate style pinned by golden hairpieces, and her face was touched with a great deal of makeup, creating soft red lips, pale powder skin, and artfully drawn brows that never quite moved. Not even when she made eye contact with the kingâs table.
Where Ayame had the trim, honed physique of a lifelong warrior, Kaede carried herself like a ceremonial weapon. She was gorgeous and ornamental. And where Ayameâs emotions often lived just below the surface and could explode at any time, Kaede seemed to have mastered the art of showing nothing at all. At least, such was their first impression of the woman who looked a lot more similar to a Japanese princess doll than an actual living, breathing human.
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Quinlan didnât need to glance at Ayame to feel the storm brewing in her chest. It was in her posture. Her silence. The unnatural stillness of her breath.
The Hexwitch leaned back in her seat before she continued speaking.
Ayameâs lips parted slightly, but no words came out.
Instead, she stared. And stared. And stared some more.
She couldnât even blink.
No one interrupted.
Her thoughts tangled up in her throat, refusing to untangle.
Ayame stopped for a moment, struggling to align this poised duchess with the girl she used to share secrets and sunrises with.
A thick silence followed her words.
Aurora voiced her own thoughts.
Lucille was quick to agree.
However, what some in the harem didnât realize just yet was that she might be the Slutty Foxy with a very active libido, but she was still a fifty-year-old princess who knew her way around such eventsâeven if the dogkin were a lot more straightforward people.
Ayame paused at the sudden warmth wrapping around her hand. Blossomâs fingers were softer than her calloused palm, but steady. Secure.
She turned her head and found the dogkin woman watching her with wide, worried eyes that were earnest, with no hint of performance. Just concern and care for a person she deeply adored.
The gesture made Ayameâs throat tighten, but this time, the emotion behind it wasnât pain.
She smiled. A full, heartfelt smile that reached her eyes, pushing away some of the storm that had gathered in them earlier.
"No, you canât eat just yet..." she giggled out loud so as not to cause concern in the minds of the people watching them. Blossom randomly touching her hand, her looking at the dogkin in response, and then smiling brightly, all the while both remained mute, might cause some questions to be asked. She gave an answer to the unsaid question so that it would remain that way.
But under the surface, she was saying something else entirely.