Chapter 1188: Bridge Between Monster and Monarch
Chapter 1186 of "Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem" kicks off with: Feng Jiai giggled quietly beside the bed, trying, and failing, to hide her amusement. Quinlanâs... Continue reading!
Feng Jiai giggled quietly beside the bed, trying, and failing, to hide her amusement. Quinlanâs eyes narrowed while turning toward the smirking eastern girl. She sat cross-legged, looking far too pleased with herself.He didnât even need to ask to know sheâd been involved somehow. Still, he said it. "Explain."
Feng shrugged her shoulders as if she had no clue what he meant, even going as far as to whistle innocently.
The intensity of her whistling increased as she felt Quinlanâs eyes bore deep into her soul.
Felicity, however, did not want Quinlan to get the wrong idea. If he thought it was Feng pushing her to do this, the girl knew her wish would not be granted.
Thus, while almost tripping over her words, she rushed to justify herself. "I just... I really love it here! I want to be part of this place, properly, not just as a guest whom you tolerate! But thatâs impossible as long as Iâm the royal princess. Iâll always be an outsider."
She clenched her fists even tighter while her voice trembled from the effort of holding it steady. "I can tell how everyone avoids certain topics around me. I can feel it. Youâre careful, polite... distant. You donât trust me. And why should you? Iâm the Kingâs... and the Queenâs daughter. You know that any delicate information landing in my lap might find its way right back into the hands of your enemies."
Her tone turned frustrated, almost desperate. "I only learned your name today! Youâve done so much for me, but even then, no one tells me anything important. I want to change that!"
Her eyes lifted to meet his. "I know youâre a good man, Lord Quinlan. You wonât hurt me or take advantage of me. I trust you."
She inhaled deeply, chest rising and falling. "And besides... being your slave isnât bad. Iâve seen how you treat yours! They respect you, no, they adore you! Theyâre free to talk, to laugh, to fight by your side. If I become one of them, Iâll finally be able to be part of this wonderful place in full! Iâll be allowed to sit with them, to learn from them, to... belong."
"And most importantly... I donât want you and Father to kill each other! I think I could become a bridge between the two of you in the future, the only person who can smooth things over when the situation becomes dire!"
Her words were both reckless and sincere. Quinlan had to acknowledge the fact that this did not seem like a random temper tantrum of a teenager. She thought things through and felt very strongly about her decision.
Across the room, Feng Jiai stretched lazily with her grin widening. She was visibly enjoying the scene created through her little masterplan. The fruits of her labor arrived.
"A bridge, you say..." Quinlan thought out loud.
The purple-haired teen nodded fervently. "Yes! I donât know how exactly that could work, especially because your relationship with Father already seems good considering the circumstances, but we should be prepared for it to worsen! If that were to be the case, I could act as a person you both trust! Without being your slave, you would not trust me properly, thinking Iâd side with my birth family over yours. I donât want that. Iâd hate that!"
She finished with a cute little stomp and a scoff combination.
Quinlan leaned back in the chair, studying the girl in front of him. Her hands were clenched so tightly that her knuckles had turned white, yet there was no hesitation in her voice anymore. She believed every word she said.
He didnât know how to feel about this.
The morality of enslaving a young girl - especially one like her who had a home and a father awaiting her return was questionable at best.
Princess or not, she was still a teenager with her whole life ahead of her. What she was asking for wasnât some symbolic gesture; it was a literal surrender of her freedom.
And yet... she wasnât wrong.
No matter how much she smiled or helped in the kitchen, she would never truly belong among them. Not as long as her fatherâs bounty sat on his head. The others were kind to her, yes, but cautious. Everyone knew that any loose word, any careless slip of information, could endanger them all.
Felicityâs decision was drastic, to say the least, but it was the only way for her to truly bridge that divide.
And the "bridge" idea itself... he had to admit, there was logic there. Even if she didnât realize how fragile that dream was, she might one day become a valuable link between two forces bound for collision.
He sighed inwardly.
âAh, screw this.â
He stood and extended his hand toward the girl.
A translucent system window shimmered into existence before the girlâs mind.
Felicityâs eyes widened. She blinked many times. "I knew it! You truly are different from those slavers...! Iâve never heard of a message like this!"
Then, her lips broke into the biggest smile Quinlan had ever seen from her.
Without a second of hesitation, she swatted his hand aside. She did not do so out of rejection, but to throw her arms around him in an impulsive, full-bodied hug.
"Thank you!" Felicity shouted with her voice muffled against his chest.
Quinlan barely had time to exhale before a notification appeared before his vision.
The Primordial Villain stood there for a moment, silent, staring at the message as its implications sank in.
He had just subjugated the royal princess.
The daughter of the legendary King Alexios.
This wasnât just another addition to his household. This was a political detonation waiting to go off. With that single act, Quinlan Elysiar had effectively bound royal blood under his command. This was a move that would send shockwaves through every noble court in the kingdom.
He let out a quiet breath that almost turned into a laugh.
The bounty Alexios had placed on his head was starting to feel a little small for who he was now. Even if he were to be a nobody before this moment, just by this single move, he wouldâve shot right past all the greatest enemies of the state.
Enslaving the royal daughter?
That was a crime never before seen in history.
âSuddenly I feel like Iâm being underestimated with that bounty... 2,000 points? Youâd better make it 10,000, Alexios.â
He glanced down at Felicity, still clutching him tightly, face buried against his chest.
The little princess who wanted to build a bridge between a monster and a monarch.
"... What have you done, girl?"
"Ehehehe~!"
She had no proper answer to give.