Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem-Chapter 633: Vex’s Thoughts

I locked eyes with her, drawn into the depths of her rich, reddish-brown gaze. Then, I declared, "The days of hiding in the shadows, shivering in fear of discovery, are over. The time for secrecy has passed. Devil is ready to rise—ready to claim his place at the heart of the continent."

Vex remained silent, pondering my words. To alleviate some of her worries, I added, "That doesn't mean I'll arrogantly scream 'I'm a primordial, a mythical entity! Pay attention to me, lowly humans! Revere me!' I'll keep to myself, but no longer will I worry about being found out. If it happens, then so be it. I'm sure you ladies can monitor the initial reaction once such rumors reach the Consortium. If things are truly bad, I can just disappear. As long as I have your support, being a part of the Consortium doesn't matter to me. My biggest reason for joining was gaining backers like you and Black Fang."

Vex lightly shook her head, signaling her disapproval. "You shouldn't say the Consortium doesn't matter to you anymore. I'm sure you can do the math. Seven mighty heads and all their subordinates being your backers are much better than a single head. Black Fang is perhaps the strongest woman alive, but she isn't the Goddess. She can be beaten.

Furthermore, you've already carved quite the name for yourself in the span of a few days since becoming a Vesper Phenom. You're very popular among members, especially the weaker ones. The strong are a bit apprehensive, fearing a rookie like you might diminish their achievements if you keep your current momentum going.

They're right to feel this way because if you keep it up, you'll shoot through the ranks, achieving great influence for yourself. I already told you that we can only count on ourselves and our closest family, and most people aren't lucky enough to have a trustworthy family, so they're left with no choice but to act on their own. The girls you'd surrounded yourself with seem nice enough to me, but only you can tell if they're trustworthy enough to have your back when it matters the most.

I'm telling you all this because despite the way you and I act with each other, at the end of the day, I'm just your ally, and you never even met Black Fang. It would be plain reckless if not outright dumb of you to rely on us instead of taking matters into your own hands."

I had to give it to this woman, she brought up some good points. "You're right. I should've been more careful with my words. Naturally, I want the whole Consortium to help me rise to the very top of this continent and then beyond, and I want to become a leader figure in this organization, but if they would rather get rid of me because of shortsightedness or jealousy, then so be it. If I had to make a choice, I would rather not hold myself back anymore and drop the Devil persona than keep the act up only to have fewer enemies to worry about."

"It seems you're very adamant about this," Vex said with a smile before nodding her acceptance. "So be it. It's your life and I'm not your boss." She then giggled cutely, "Well, I am, but I'll leave this decision up to you."

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With that, our little conversation has concluded. As we made our way back to the infirmary, a seething glare awaited Vex. The mustached Raika was not happy, not one bit, best evidenced by her dark eyes that were blazing with fury.

Vex, however, paid her little mind, as she strode past her without so much as a glance.

As a response to her completely nonchalant attitude, Raika merely growled like an agitated wild animal. It was clear to all that a duel would take place between the two as soon as she was healed.

Once Vex reached the necromancer's limbless body, she retrieved four dark metal stakes from her storage ring.

With deliberate, sadistic cruelty, she drove each one deep into the necromancer's stumps. As a result of her actions, a loud, sickening squelch echoed through the infirmary, followed by an unnatural stickiness that made me do a double take. I thought my eyes were deceiving me, but no.

The stakes shouldn't have held so firmly—not in open wounds like that. Something about them defied logic.

Even without being prompted to relay the information, Vex kindly did so anyway. "These are magically reinforced stakes made to pitch tents in the harshest of environments. They'll stick into the ground and not let go until their owner imbues a bit of their mana, signaling it's time for them to be put away."

She then smiled with a great deal of sadistic energy radiating from her person, "Over the years, I'd found that pitching tents isn't the only thing they're good for."

Then, from her storage ring, Vex pulled a thick chain and hooked each stake together before slowly hoisting the necromancer's ruined body into the air with this utilitarian creation of hers. Though unconscious, the woman let out a pitiful whimper, letting us know just how much pain she was in.

We decided it was time to meet with the leaders of the various tribes. Since the surviving beastkin were in the middle of their healing process, they were left behind in the resistance base. BunBun was asked if she would like to come with us, but she refused, insisting her friends needed her here.

The likelihood of the lionkin or their allies storming this place in the near future was slim in my opinion. They were fighting wars on multiple fronts, and the tigerkin and wolfkin-led detachments were still roaming around in their territories somewhere—if they hadn't been killed already—so I thought leaving them here was safe enough.

Speaking of the two detachments that originated from this base, we didn't know what they were up to. Sova, the birdkin leader with the Windbreaker title survived without any injuries due to her excellent speed and maneuvering skills, so she went to check on them while we were relaxing in the bath, but she found no signs of either of the two groups. It was as if they vanished without leaving a single trace behind.

Since we were outsiders who would not be trusted by beastkin, we needed someone to speak for us. The decision landed on Sova—she was the only non-Consortium member who came with us. As the highest-ranked survivor of this resistance army, her words carried the most weight.

"No! I refuse!" Raika hissed when Vex tried to give her a piggyback ride.

"Aww, come on! I was just having a little fun," Vex protested.

Raika wasn't having any of it based on her threatening growl, "Smirk while you can, wrinkly-faced fossil bitch."

The hexblade's amusement levels immediately plummeted to the negative as her eyes narrowed into tight slits. "I didn't think you would be this mad, little sis, but a duel it is. I'll put you back on your hospital bed as soon as you can move."

Only a strong scoff came her way as a response. Vex moved to grab the necromancer's chains and hoisted her up, but we were in a conundrum.

She then turned toward the stubborn black-haired beauty. "We'll have to leave you here then."

"I want to go."

"Well, can you walk?"

"No."

"Will you let me carry you?"

"Never."

Vex sighed, "You're a troublesome little sister, you know that?"

"No."

"I could carry you, Lady Raika," Ignis spoke up next, prompting the temporarily disabled woman to turn his way. It didn't take more than a single moment for her to decree, "No."

The Ashbringer grimaced at her instant refusal but elected not to reply. He'd already told me he didn't want to mess with the crazies—referring to Black Fang and her three disciples—he was being true to his words.

"What about Devil? He already carried you before when you were working together to take the undead and the necromancer down," Seraphiel voiced her opinion while audibly doing her utmost not to burst into laughter seeing Raika's big mustache. This image must've reminded the elf of dwarf women, who were said to be just as hairy as dwarf men. Sera's words prompted the woman to turn her head in my direction.