“Damn, Boss. I’m so jealous!” Ronan shouted upon seeing the display that welcomed him into my room. Even Iselda’s eyes widened significantly.
Two girls with extremely generous curves and mounds were sitting on either of my thighs while turning towards me sideways and giving me kisses all over my face. Ayame stood beside me conservatively, with only putting a palm on my shoulder. We’ve decided to formally introduce ourselves to our four important servants. Well, as important as two extremely overeager ex-farmhand maids can get.
“Welcome, you four. Please take a seat somewhere in front of us. Grab a chair.”
Despite my words Beatrice and Anna settled down onto the ground in the seiza position, with their legs folded beneath them elegantly. They’re almost as good at being subservient as Blossom. It might be a real talent of them, as they are very natural at it.
Iselda settled down gracefully onto a chair with her hands resting on her crossed legs, while Ronan just plopped down unceremoniously onto another seat, then spread his legs apart and put a hand behind the armrest. He truly is a lax guy it seems. I can’t help but admire his nonchalance.
I clap my hands together. “Great! Let me start by introducing my three lovers.” I gesture for the ladies to stop their assault on my cheeks and lips, and they do so, albeit a bit reluctantly.
“This lovely girl here is Blossom. You are to call her Luna when we are out and about. Please say a few short sentences about yourself.”
“Blossom is Blossom. She loves Master more than anything. She is a swift assassin-type fighter. Master killed her old master and illegally forced a slave merchant to transfer her contract to be his, after which Master also killed the merchant, that’s why Blossom has to be called Luna in public.” My adorable dog-kin didn’t mince words at all.
“Ok, this wasn’t what I was expecting, but I’m so damn down!” Ronan cheered. “Owned by a criminal whose den will be built by me! Now that’s something to brag about! Oh, but I can’t brag about it due to the contract…”
“I don’t know how to feel about this. Not that I have a say in the matter. At least I finally understand why the secrecy clause was required.” Iselda announced.
“Master is a good man!” Blossom informed them tactfully. “That’s right! He also saved us!” The twins also came to my rescue.
“Good, bad, it doesn’t really matter. All that I care about is growing strong so that I can protect all those I care about, and to provide them and myself with a life of luxury and fulfillment.”
“Damn, Boss. That’s kinda deep.”
“My name is Aurora, an Alchemist who is also a Wizard as of now. My parents were arrested, but more so kidnapped if you ask me, so my goal is to grow strong and save them. I’m happy to meet all of you.”
“I’m Ayame, but I also go by the legal name Hana, because I used to be the first in line to the Duchy of Silverwind and was the rightful heiress of the Fujimori clan before my sister killed my father, betrayed and sold me into slavery, where Quinlan bought me. I know the elegant and low-key collar might not give it away, but yes, I’m a slave as well.
You have to use Hana when speaking to or of me in public, as there could be people with bad intentions who wish to make an example out of me for something my clan did in the past, or simply want to kidnap, torture, or assault such a high-profile woman. I’m a Samurai, the second-in-command of this group, and the head of the harem from the female side. If you have any questions feel free to ask me.”
Silence ensued as four pairs of eyes stared at her in disbelief. “M-miss Ayame is a duchess-to-be?!” Beatrice shrieked.
“Used to be.” Ayame corrected.
“Holy Goddess’s miniskirt. I think I might have to change my most admired person from Broderick to you, Boss. You have by far the most amazing harem I’ve ever encountered and trust me, I’ve seen a lot.”
“I appreciate the sentiment, Ronan. With that out of the way, it’s time to reveal who your master truly is…”
I nod at his appreciatively before turning serious. I stand, towering over my listeners.
“I’m of the legendary primordial race, though you probably don’t even know what it is,” I say while activating my primordial eyes, this time letting them illuminate the room with their bright crimson color. For good measure, I summon the description of my species for them to read over. “I’m the Primordial Villain, the strongest, one-of-a-kind class that’s available only to me.
It’s a Unique rarity class Ayame, our most knowledgeable member had never heard of.” I materialize the window for them to see that as well.
Complete muted silence envelops the room, but I’m far from over. “You will serve the person who wishes to become the strongest entity in the entire world. I don’t care about legality, about right or wrong, about just or evil. I’m here to become the ruler. The ruler of not this county, not this duchy, not this country, not this continent, but this entire world.”
I pause once again to let them digest what I’ve just revealed. “I know what you might be thinking; ‘we are serving a complete lunatic’. To that, I can only say this; I arrived in this world less than three weeks ago, and I’ve already gained fourteen levels, fought numerous battles to the death, made strong allies, gained legendary artifacts, other riches, and more.”
Yes, that’s right. I’ve decided that world domination might be an ideal long-term goal to strive towards. I don’t like the way the current rulers are running this place. I believe that I would do a much better job, so I might as well try my hand at it. Furthermore, I don’t like the fact that there are kings and high nobles, while I’m legally just a shitty commoner. freeweɓnvel.com
Someone gotta knock them down a peg, and take their place while at it, of course.
Using the Consortium for this is also one of the reasons why I want to join. As I’m now, the nobles would never take me seriously due to me being lowborn. However, what if I have an entire organization at my beck and call?
Naturally, to have such a privilege, first I will need to become the leader of the syndicate. I plan to consolidate it’s factions and separated forces into one, become its sole dictator, and use them as my own forces.
The silence that was created by Ayame’s statement has easily been dwarfed by mine. A long minute passes without anyone making a sound. The four of us are patiently waiting for the newcomers to digest all that I just revealed.
“It’s official, Boss is my new favorite person in the world.” Ronan stated somewhat playfully, though his disbelief was clear for all to see.
The three women, on the other hand, had a similar reaction to each other. They all got on their knees and kowtowed before me reverently.
