Blossom was having a straight-up heart attack at the thought of losing her collar, Ayame was grimacing heavily, and Seraphiel had a poker face.
“Blossom refuses!!!” Blossom yelled adorably while putting both of her hands on her dog-collar to protect it from the horrible evil in the room – me.
“Master, Blossom can’t lose her collar because it’s illegal for elves or beast-kin to be free in the Vraven Kingdom, so it would be inconvenient for me as well. Ayame will have no drawbacks, though.” Seraphiel stated, earning fervent nodding from our Phantom Canine classed rogue, and an even greater grimace from Ayame who looked at Seraphiel with annoyance.
“I’ve grown to like it…” She murmured apprehensively. Indeed, her thin little choker was trendy, so much so that modern-day girls from Earth would happily wear it as part of their fashionable dresses.
“I was only joking…” I spoke up while jovially chuckling at their state of mind. “All of you will get to keep your collars should you wish to, but you will be subjugated nonetheless. I will replace your [Slave Contract] with my [Subjugation], so even if your collars were to be destroyed, you would still be in fighting condition.”
All three of their [Slave Contracts] were set up in a way that didn’t allow them to be freed, but as their rightful owner I could sell them thus changing owners was possible. What I planned was to basically sell them to myself, thus not raising suspicion in Marcus’ slave merchant establishment where I bought Ayame and Seraphiel from, as they had some monitoring tools. On their end it would appear that I sold them, thus the contracts were no longer their responsibility.
“Master!!! Bad Boy…!” Blossom whined her frustrations with my little prank on them. Of course, I was perfectly aware that neither she nor Ayame wanted to part with their collars due to the sentimental values they held for them. Sera did surprise me a bit, though. To be fair, hers was a really elaborate wooden piece decorated with majestic little leaves, so it made sense for her to like it as a fashionable item.
“Hehe! My apologies, Blossom.” And just like that, I subjugated my three slaves as well, overwriting their [Slave Contract] with my [Subjugation]. Technically I could free them now since there was no way my spell could be confined by the clauses written in the lesser version of it, but… what was the point? Being my slave was way too beneficial at this point, and who knew what other upgrades my Primordial Subjugator will unlock as I continue to level it up?
They perfectly understood that I would never go against the interests of my lovers – or future ones in the case of the long-eared mischievous babe. Now that we were on the topic, she did surprise me greatly with her request to increase Selene’s punishment, but it was also understandable. Not only did she have a rather favorable impression of me as a person, but as her master, my dying would’ve meant her falling headfirst into the ground while paralyzed from head to toe, right next to Ayame and Blossom, people who she started to like quite a bit as friends. Considering that we were surrounded by Phantom League soldiers, they either would’ve been executed or suffered a worse fate than death.
Perhaps that was why Sera wanted the redhead to suffer this exact fate since it would’ve been hers most certainly if I wasn’t a primordial who could just face-tank an intermediate-tier fire spell and live to tell the tale.
I stood from my ornate ‘throne’ with the intention of subjugating my other slaves, but then came to the realization that they were either busy plugging all of Selene’s wretched holes with their corks, planning the visit of their family, or working on my home, so I thought it was best to delay it.
Instead, I made my way to the Geim, followed by my Heralds. The sight that welcomed me was the six absolute fanatics, also known as Ambition and her five rangers. They’d spent every moment since I allowed them to stay in my home by standing around the tree monster – as if they were statues. The only movements they made were sometimes curling their naked toes to communicate with nature or whatever these psychotic creatures could achieve with doing that.
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I found it comical at first, then worrisome, and lastly, I just couldn’t care anymore. Elves were fucked in the head, the lot of them. If they weren’t smoking hot babes I would’ve easily sided with the dwarves should I be forced to participate in their racial wars, but alas… A single memory flashing in my mind of Sera’s heavily swaying buttocks was enough to ensure that I would at best remain neutral in the conflict.
However, something strange occurred as we got into their vicinity. Their heads snapped in my direction before conversing in hushed tones among themselves, after which they finally left their positions. The rangers formed a line behind Ambition who faced me.
Once we walked up to them, she reached up for her helmet and removed it, followed by the rangers doing the same to their masks. Their beautiful visages welcomed me, but what really surprised me was the way in which they got on one knee in front of me in perfect sync, as if they’d been practicing this for a long time.
“Lord Quinlan, we’ve managed to converse with the Geim in the way in which only elves can. We can’t understand it on a deep, conversational level, but we managed to feel out its feelings. The Geim is incredibly happy being in your care, more so than we ever felt a plant be. We wish to offer you our most sincere apology for doubting you, both regarding your claims of your relationship with the first elf and the story of how you have gotten the Geim and ask you to accept us as your subordinate guardians who protect your home, the legendary creature, and whatever else you deem important. This we promise.”
“This we promise!” The chorus of the rangers followed her declaration.