Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem

As she nestles against my chest, her nose twitches, and before I can react, she sniffs intently, her expression shifting from joy to concern. Without warning, Blossom grabs my neck and pulls herself up to be face to face with me and licks my cheeks, her soft tongue leaving a rich trail along my skin.

But as she does, her body goes rigid, sensing the injuries I've sustained throughout the day. Her eyes widen, and she pulls back slightly, her gaze narrowing as she catches sight of the bruises peeking out from beneath my clothes.

Blossom's protective instincts flare instantly, and she snaps her head sharply, locking onto Ayame with a glare that could only be described as murderous. Her ears perk threateningly and the usual playful glint in her eyes is replaced with a fierce inquisitiveness.

Ayame, always so composed, grimaces under Blossom's intense scrutiny, clearly uncomfortable with the unspoken accusation in Blossom's gaze.

"Blossom, it's okay," I say softly, trying to soothe her as I gently stroke her cheeks. "It's nothing, just a few bruises from training. I'm fine, really."

But Blossom isn't easily convinced this time. She continues to glare at Ayame, her small frame tense with the urge to protect me. Ayame, for her part, shifts awkwardly, clearly relieved when I finally manage to somewhat pacify Blossom. After a few more gentle strokes, Blossom's tension begins to ease, though she remains wary, her eyes flicking back to Ayame with a hint of lingering suspicion.

"I can't have my own mate protect me against a future member of my harem, or I'm a complete failure as a man…" I murmur, my voice low as I try to reassure her. "I'll be the one who deals with Ayame, so calm yourself."

Finally, Blossom relaxes, settling back into my lap with a soft sigh, though her eyes flick back to Ayame one last time before she focuses on me again. Ayame lets out a small sigh of relief, clearly grateful that Blossom's intense scrutiny has finally eased, though she still avoids Blossom's gaze.

After a few more moments of petting Blossom, I motion for everyone to sit down, and we all settle on the ground in a circle. Blossom, however, refuses to leave my lap, curling up comfortably against me. Aurora sits beside Ayame, her expression curious as she glances between the three of us, sensing the subtle tension that lingers in the air.

With everyone settled, I turn my attention to Blossom. "Alright, Blossom," I say with a smile, "tell us what you found out about that mysterious outpost."

Blossom's ears perk up, and she tilts her head back, her big eyes looking up at me from below. She angles her head almost vertically, her neck craned as she meets my gaze with a playful glint in her eyes. "Blossom found it!" she declares proudly, her voice brimming with excitement.

"It took Blossom a few hours," she continues while her tail swishes lightly in my lap. "The place was hidden behind some sort of a protective magical veil, something that made it hard for Blossom to sense at first." She tilts her head even more, almost as if trying to see deeper into my eyes, her expression uncharacteristically thoughtful. ҫ&не+¢қ-о?ц+τ-

"But once Blossom found it, it wasn't so hard to look around."

"They don't have many traps or fancy defenses," she says, her voice taking on a more serious tone. "They're relying on people, lots of them. Blossom saw at least a few hundred strong soldiers there. The outpost looks like it's been there for a long, long time."

I nod, considering her words. "If this outpost has been kept secret, and we only know about it because of that note Aurora's parents found in an old tome, then the kingdom has probably been guarding the [Geimroot] source for centuries."

Blossom's ears twitch as she adds, "Blossom thinks the [Geimroot] might be inside a cave. Blossom saw a cave entrance that was guarded even more than the outpost itself."

Her observation makes perfect sense, and I can't help but feel a swell of pride at her thoroughness. I glance around at the others, seeing the gravity of this information settle in. This hidden outpost, guarded for so long, is now within our reach, but it won't be easy.

As Blossom finishes her report, I gently stroke her head, feeling the soft fur beneath my fingers. "Good job, Blossom," I say warmly, and she beams up at me, her tail wagging as she nestles closer.

I turn to Aurora, curious about how her day went. "So, Aurora, was your shopping spree successful?"

Aurora's eyes light up as she responds, "Yes, dadd-" She catches herself just in time, her cheeks flushing a healthy rosy color before quickly correcting, "Yes, Quinlan."

The white haired plump alchemist beams with excitement as she says, "I got all the ingredients I needed and even managed to find the tools to set up a very basic alchemy lab in my and Ayame's inn room."

"That sounds great, Aurora," I reply, though I can't resist adding with a grin, "Let's just hope you don't burn the inn down in the process."

It is but a simple wooden building, after all. Not exactly the ideal setting for alchemy.

Her eyes widen slightly, and she quickly reassures me, "I will be very careful!"

"Good to hear," I nod, my tone becoming more serious as I shift the conversation to our plans. "Based on the information available to us, I've come up with the best plan I could. It will require the input of all four of us, so let's do our best."