Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem

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Before I could do that, however, Miri interjected. "What about this so-called Jasmine? I hope she's not a human, your harem's racial inclusion ratio isn't very good! Her human-sounding name doesn't give me much hope…" Once she saw my wry smile, she growled, "Quinnie!! Others will think you're a racist!"

"Mother, what do you want me to do? I'm living in the land of humans… Beastkin and elves only exist in chains over there. If I get all my non-human lovers after buying them in exchange for gold, I won't be able to look in the mirror. As for dwarves…"

"Nope!" Lumi shouted with a lot of strong emotions evident in her voice, "You're forbidden from dating a dwarf!"

"Khm!" Another meaningful cough sounded from the old man next to us, catching the two women who yelped cutely before resuming their serious faces and demanding I tell them what I did.

Veins of annoyance bulged on my forehead. "Old man, why don't you concentrate on catching a big fish instead of butting into my business?"

"Laddy…" He yawned lazily, "Last time I checked, fishes didn't exist in the sky."

The urge to kick him off the floating land into the depths below has never been stronger.

I managed to catch myself before doing so. He would just return back here anyway. One couldn't sustain injuries in this place; they would regenerate any damage quickly, and the same system would teleport you back after plunging to the depths below.

A sudden light flashed in my mind as a thought struck me. "Wait, is it my attempt to make the royal princess break bad?"

"Quinnie, just what kind of nonsense have you been up to in the last few months?!" Miri asked.

"I'll update you on everything once we get into the pond. As for what wrongdoing you want me to admit so badly…" I shook my head and glanced at the pair with as much innocence as I could, "Mothers, this innocent and loving son of yours is honestly clueless about what wrong he's committed."

"Aww!!" Lumi squealed while pinching my cheek, Miri, on the other hand, began hugging me even closer into her heavenly bosom.

"Women…" Malakar scoffed. "The laddy is playing you like a flute, when will you wake up to reality? For the Goddess' sake, he's a newborn while you're…"

He seemed hesitant to reveal their ages, and for a good reason; I felt both of their gazes turn hostile while giving him a strong glare.

Women…

"Anyhow! Show us your blade, laddy."

"Sorry, old man, I don't undress in front of men."

For the first time since my arrival, Malakar turned his head in my direction, and let's just say he wasn't impressed by my words based on his ominous, dark eyes.

Gulping heavily due to the intense pressure he emitted, I pulled my Soul Reaper out of my storage ring. Since my hands were occupied by hugging my mommies close, I just let it hover in front of me.

"Hoho! I remember this one! Took me a long-ass time to get it right." A sudden, fourth voice sounded. It was deep and masculine.

Before I could react, the newcomer had already snatched my saber from the air and was busy examining it. He closed one of his eyes while squinting with the other, which sported a monocle, while his free hand absently stroked his bushy beard.

"Björn, I presume?" My question was unanswered; the dwarf seemed to be too focused to listen.

He suddenly stomped on the ground and spat angrily, "That damned Soul Records! It messed with my creation! The Goddess was right; this imbued spell shouldn't exist…"

"Mothers, can you elaborate? I'm lost as can be."

"Sure!" Miri declared, but she was one step too late, for Lumi was already in the midst of explaining.

"The Goddess threw a hissy fi- I mean, she was distraught about what your sealed saber became after you completed its first requirement. The way Björn's artificing works when it comes to his Mythical-rarity pieces is that he has to apply sealing magic to them, which requires the item's holder to complete tasks specified by the sealing magic itself, it's not Björn who decides on the tasks. He isn't doing it out of messing with us but because if he didn't use sealing magic, his creations wouldn't be Mythical but Legendary-rarity."

"I see…" After thinking a bit, I still didn't get it. "But what's the issue? My Primordial Villain class received a new subclass to it called Harbinger of Ruin, and it allows me to unlock evil magic classes after completing some requirements. The [Eternal Damnation] imbued spell of my Soul Reaper is required to unlock the Necromancer class. Well, it's not strictly required, but I need a method to store the souls of my slain enemies, which the saber provides me with."

Miri was quick to pounce this time around, not letting Lumi be the one who grabbed all my attention. "That's why the Goddess was so mad! You shouldn't even be having this strange Primordial Villain class; you're the Primordial Subjugator. We all find the Primordial Villain class to be very strange and suspicious, and this Necromancy unlocking requirements only pour oil onto the fire!"

She hugged me even tighter, making my lungs cry out with alarm, "Listen to me, Quinnie. This is very important. Necromancy is not about harvesting souls but merely about reanimating corpses! It's a filthy class associated with necrophiliacs, who are the happiest when they are surrounded by death and misery. Necromancers travel from graveyard to graveyard, digging corpses from their graves only to take them back to their sick labs and stitch them together to repair any damages and the like… It's a very disgusting business."

Lumi continued, "Yes, but as Mearie said, soul harvesting and collection isn't associated with the necromancy we're talking about. The reason for the Goddess' fury is that souls are the most important currency a god can possess! By extracting the souls of your slain enemies and storing them in your sword, you're effectively ripping them out of the soul ecosystem, and by doing that…"

Miri and Lumi then stared deep into my eyes and parted their lips in sync, declaring together,

"Quinnie, you're robbing the Goddess blind!"