Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem-Chapter 735: At Long Last

Chapter 735: At Long Last

“No matter how many times I see this, I’ll never be able to get used to its existence.”

“Heh! I told you my brother was an amazing man! Sister caught the biggest and baddest fish possible! I have a feeling our descendants will be singing her praises for many generations to come.”

The voices of the two men echoed through the chamber just beyond the shimmering portal, filling the space with banter.

Poppy stumbled through first. Her red hair bounced as she looked up, eyes darting around in frenzied hope.

Natalie followed close behind. As soon as her feet touched solid ground, she rose with graceful urgency, her gaze scanning the room with laser focus.

She was searching.

Hunting.

Longing.

“…Blossom?” she whispered, her voice cracking.

But instead of the daughter she craved to see, her eyes met an unexpected sight.

Three men stood before her.

Two were massive, towering dogkin warriors clad in ornate armor, their faces marked with the wear of countless battles. Their presence was overwhelming: one of immovable discipline, the other exuding a wild, irreverent charm.

And between them sat a man who didn’t belong. Human. Relaxed. Reclining comfortably in a luxurious, high-backed chair, one leg crossed over the other. Despite the room’s reverent atmosphere, he exuded the kind of calm found only in the eye of a storm.

Poppy growled low in her throat as she stood. “Where’s my sister?”

Natalie took one step forward before freezing from head to toe.

She didn’t recognize the seated human.

But the two dogkin…

Her breath caught.

Her heart skipped.

Vargis.

Even older now than in the photos she’d seen as a child, but unmistakable. The silver-furred legend himself. The Dog of Wrath. The blade of a thousand victories. The war hero who had fought for nearly a millennium to protect their people. The man every child knew by name, their final hope in times of despair.

He was real.

And he was right here.

Natalie reacted instantly.

She threw her arms around Poppy from behind and clamped a hand over her daughter’s mouth.

Poppy made a muffled sound of protest, but Natalie didn’t let her speak.

“I-I’m so sorry!” she blurted, bowing quickly and deeply, once, twice, three times in rapid succession. “She didn’t mean any disrespect, my lord! Please forgive her! We didn’t know!”

“Papa Vargis, just what kind of a wild youth were you to scare them so badly with your mere presence?” The human mused with a curious grin.

“Papa Vargis, stop being so damned rude! I told you that first impressions matter the most! How will you find a wife if you keep scaring every single woman?” The little girl who came through the portal chastised the dogkin chieftain before muttering some incantation under her breath, making her form shimmer.

She rapidly lost her childish dogkin appearance, transforming into a royal foxkin woman with three lush tails attached to an alluringly swaying feminine hip.

“I didn’t even do anything, you damned annoying brats!” Vargis growled with a great deal of dissatisfaction toward the pair of youths.

“Just what is going on…” Poppy whispered, as lost as can be.

“My apologies. It’d be extremely cruel of me to delay the long-awaited reunion, so, without further ado…” The human pointed toward the wall and said, “[Warp Gate].”

The spell tore reality like parchment, carving a luminous portal into the very stone of the chamber wall.

And before the magic had even finished settling—before the light had fully died down—she came.

Blossom.

She didn’t step through.

She exploded through.

Her body hurled forward with desperate speed, momentum almost too much for her to stop. For a single terrifying second, her form blinked into nothing mid-leap—as if caught between dimensions—and then snapped back into existence in front of them.

Her eyes widened.

And then she fell into them.

“Mom!! Poppy!!”

They caught her without hesitation.

The three collided into a mess of limbs and tails, collapsing to the floor with a soft thump. Blossom squeezed them both as if terrified they’d disappear again if she let go. Her breath came in trembling gasps, and tears streamed down her face faster than she could wipe them.

She quickly gave up on the futile endeavor and instead allowed her tears to flow freely as she sobbed, burying her face in Natalie’s shoulder while clutching Poppy’s hand tight in her own.

“Blossom waited so long… She was scared… so scared you wouldn’t be healthy anymore… that something awful would’ve happened before Blossom got to you…”

She hiccuped.

“Blossom loves you both. So, so much…”

Natalie’s arms wrapped tightly around her, trembling violently. Her composure shattered. The proud, weary woman who had weathered gods-knew what inside that pen broke into sobs loud enough to echo.

“You have no idea how much Mom missed you! How much we needed you! It’s been years, more than three years! You vanished from our home without a single trace, and when we tracked your scent…”

Her voice cracked, pain sharpening every syllable. “When we tracked your scent… we found nothing but the stench of human soldiers, thousands of them. We thought, we thought they took you!”

“I thought you were gone forever!” she whispered, stroking Blossom’s hair with shaking hands.

“That you were alone. That you were suffering.”

“Ugh, Scatterbrain…” Poppy mumbled, her own eyes wet and red as she pulled Blossom’s head to hers. “I was terrified some humans had tossed you into a hole and left you to rot like garbage… I imagined you cold, hungry, dumb as ever, bumping into walls while crying…”

“Hey!” Natalie protested in Blossom’s stead.

“I was worried!” Poppy shouted through clenched teeth before hugging her again, roughly this time. “You’re my little sister. I was supposed to protect you, yet…”

Blossom shook her head, eyes shut tight as she soaked in the warmth of her mother’s and sister’s embrace. “The first three years were very miserable, but then Blossom met Master… Ever since that day, she hadn’t been alone. Master found Blossom. Master saved Blossom. Master gave—and has been giving ever since—Blossom strength.”

Both Natalie and Poppy jolted as one, their voices overlapping in alarm.

“Master?!”

“Does that mean you swore your eternal loyalty to someone?!”

Blossom blinked in surprise at their identical outburst… and then giggled.

“Hehehe! Natalie and Poppy are so silly. Remember Mom? You always told Blossom that one day, she might meet a man so special she’d want to spend every waking moment of her life with him?”

Natalie’s eyes widened, her mouth parting.

“Well…” Blossom’s eyes sparkled as she turned to point with her eyes that sparkled with unadulterated love and adoration. “Blossom found him.”

Her moist eyes were looking straight toward the seated man who was still lounging casually in his ornate chair. He smiled and offered them a small wave, greeting them.

“A… human?!” Poppy nearly fell over, her mouth hanging open. She stared at Quinlan like he’d just grown horns. “Blossom, please tell me this isn’t that weird… you know… ‘hostage-mentality’ mental phenomenon or whatever! The one where someone kidnaps you, and you just start thinking you love your own kidnapper because they’re the only interaction you get in your miserable cage or whatever?!”

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