Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem

<Enough. Talk to me through my telepathic link next time; you can do that by merely wishing to do so. Now wake your pathetic sister up before natural selection makes her drown in mud. People of golden blood, heh. What a sick joke.>

<Y-yes!>

Amara quickly pulled Vivienne out, who, after a few slaps, came back to reality.

The twins then resumed their journey with much more focus and determination, dead set on not disappointing me any further. Their mud-covered visages only added to the act of them running for their lives, which were further bolstered by my telling them that if they don't reach their destination within five minutes, I'll be very angry. Thus, in their heads, they really were running for their lives.

"Stop right there or I'll shoot! Identify yourselves!" An archer manning the walls shouted.

Both paused as instructed, and it was Amara who spoke up. "I'm Amara Valessia Arvanelle Greenvale, daughter of Alastair Thalion Greenvale! Let us in; we're being chased!"
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"Stop messing around, you mud-eating peasants!"

"You dumbass, didn't you hear the news?! The young ladies were ambushed!" Another guard rushed up to the archer and punched him in the face. He jumped off from the walls without issue, marking him as a combatant with great Vitality.

The next few minutes were spent escorting the twins to safety and, of course, arresting the archer who dared commit such an offense. In this feudalistic society, one didn't simply call high aristocrats 'mud-eating peasants' and continue on with their lives as if nothing happened. Despite his fervent begging for mercy, his fate was sealed in the form of an already scheduled public execution.

Maids soon guided the twins to the baths and helped the two by diligently wiping the mud from their skin.

My surprise of the day hit me when only ten minutes after the twins' arrival to the town, loud shooting erupted, marking the arrival of the Greenvale Duke, Alastair, who arrived at the scene. Thalion, the capital city of the duchy, was hours of travel away, yet he closed the distance immensely quickly.

I knew from rumors that he was a strong fighter, but I didn't know he had such high stats. Unless he used artifacts to achieve this outstanding feat of his, it was likely that he had much higher Agility than me.

"My princesses!" He bellowed while kicking the door down and rushing in to embrace the two daughters of his who just finished dressing in new clothes after cleaning themselves.

Based on the speed of his moves, I could tell that he was indeed faster than me - it was not an artifact that helped him get here quickly.

"Dad…" Vivienne immediately burst into tears and returned the embrace, followed by Amara doing the same. Even Alastair was shedding some tears; he must've been beyond worried. The merry little family reunion continued in this manner for five minutes until the time came for questions. He asked them numerous things, until the one I cared most about left his mouth.

"Tell me… Who was it? Who dared make an attempt on the lives of my princesses?!" Alastair shouted with badly hidden rage oozing forth from his entire being.

"I don't know! They were wearing robes!" Vivienne cried while refusing to leave her dad's embrace.

Amara spoke up next. "Yes… But I did hear something strange…"

Alastair's hostile eyes glinted ominously as he asked, "What did you hear, my little Sugarplum?"

"When Eve jumped in front of the robed people so that we could make a run for it, I heard one of them shout, 'We can't let them get away! Broker will kill us if we fail!' I don't really know what that means, but it was very specific, so I remember clearly…"

Just like Ayame, these two were also not introduced to the other side of the coin, the giant syndicate present in their territories with which they unofficially share their land. Some fathers were overly protective of their beloved daughters.

As for who Broker was, well... None other than the finance head of the Vesper Consortium. I didn't consider anyone in the Vesper Consortium to be my ally, but Black Fang thus far treated me more than fairly. Thus, I decided that if I will selfishly backstab them for my own benefit, then at least I'll have the back of my sponsor. To that effect, I told the twins to frame Broker as the culprit because I heard that there was a strong rivalry between the drug and finance departments and that the heads themselves spited each other as well.

Alastair gripped the armrest of his chair with so much force that it broke into smithereens, and I could also see blood flowing from his nose. He was barely managing to hold his immense rage in. "Are you certain you heard those words?" He asked in a low whisper as if he just heard news of his mother's passing.

"Dad… Yes, I'm certain." Amara nodded resolutely.

"Those fuckers! Aghh!" Alastair slammed his fist into the table in front of him, breaking it into two. "They'd been annoying our family for time immemorial, but their recent actions have been way over the line! First that venomous bitch Black Fang dares kidnap my subordinate just to have him duel that wonderkid of hers for days on end, but now…? Broker tried to kidnap my princesses...?"

As for why I allowed Volt, the Electromancer in the service of the duke to bring information back about me, well, that was because I had no choice. He was only loaned to me, and I had to fight him for days to understand the element of electricity, adding it into my arsenal.

It's not like my being an Elemental Sovereign was meant to be a secret; if it was, I wouldn't have owned the final round of the Phenom Trials like I did and kept acting as if I was a mere Wizard-classed man.

And, yes, the cat was out of the bag. Word traveled fast; more and more people were aware of Devil, the new super rookie of the Vesper Consortium, the man who was first to unlock the illustrious class since Morgana did 300 years ago, and that was just the start.

While most people didn't know that the age-verifying artifact read me to be seven weeks old, they knew I participated in the Trials where only youngsters were allowed, marking me as a peerless genius for my perceived 30 or younger age. As if that wasn't enough, I was also casting spells not only without wands and staves, but even without hand gestures, and I could fight with my saber as if I was a proper swordsman.

A true anomaly, a monster born in the secret labs of the Consortium. Those were the thoughts of the people who heard about me.

"If they want war, then war it is!" Alastair spat with sheer hatred flowing through his veins.

"My Lord, while I don't doubt the validity of the young lady's claims, we can't be certain they were telling the truth. The Consortium doesn't tend to commit such rookie mistakes like this; if they wanted to kidnap your daughters they wouldn't shout the names of their boss. I smell foul play. There's a chance someone tried to frame Broker and the Vesper Consortium by proxy. We should demand an explanation from them before making such hasty decisions." A subordinate of the duke stepped forth and reasoned. He arrived a minute or so after Alastair.

His words momentarily paused the man's rapidly budding rage, letting me know he must be quite trusted. I don't think Alastair was in the mindset to listen to nobodies.

The descending silence was broken, however, by the ringing of his artifact. "… Yes?" The Greenvale Duke grunted after picking up.

"My Lord! The Winterwood Count had passed away moments ago. The succession for the seat is still not set in stone; tensions are high! A war for succession might break out at this rate!"

I eliminated Luke Winterwood, the second son who was supported by the Adventurer and Mages Guilds. The other two sons had two mighty powers backing them as well; Eric, the man I met after saving Emily and the other ladies from the goblins and was invited to his mansion, but I ignored him, was supported by the nobility, meaning the Greenvales and other counts as well as barons were standing firmly behind him.

On the other hand, Griffin, the third son, was supported by none other than the Vesper Consortium. Griffin was the one who lorded over the city of Braedon, which was the safe haven of the syndicate, with their giant city - Shadowhold - existing underneath it. Should Griffith become the next count, the entire county would be a puppet of the syndicate.

"Curses, what horrible timing!" The man who momentarily pacified the duke cursed while eyeing his lord with great worry etched across his features.

His worry was warranted, as Alastair's eyes were bloodshot from the endless rage boiling in his heart. He wanted nothing more than to shed blood. Vesper Consortium blood.

I disconnected from [Overlord's Eyes], and enjoyed the sounds of animals coming from the serene forest surrounding us, waiting patiently. I didn't have to wait for long; it didn't take more than a few minutes for my own communication artifact to start ringing. Only three people could call me, those being: Raika, Vex, or Orianna.

The Vesper Consortium was also making their move.

A giant grin flashed across my face. Even I didn't dare hope things would move this fast; Alaric Winterwood kicked the bucket with impeccable timing. I had to tip my hat to him, hoping the Goddess would take good care of the man.

With his death, things were in motion at long last - the fragile coexistence between the Greenvale family and the Vesper Consortium that had lasted for millennia was cracking from one moment to the next like delicate glass.

Chaos was descending.