Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem

Originally a modest shade of brown, Rosie's bark turned a brilliant silver-white that resembled marble under the moon. Throughout her body, the golden lines of energy persisted, pulsing into her stem and transforming each leaf and branch into luminous, crystalline foliage that glistened in an ethereal tone.

From her branches, delicate bioluminescent flowers began to bloom rapidly, one after the other. Their petals had innumerable colors, from soft tones to brilliant, bright ones. Tiny golden light particles materialized from said flowers, dancing in the air like fireflies given life by the very essence of nature. The surrounding air's smell changed alongside her body, transforming the normal earthy, forest scent to that of morning dew and delicious blooming flora.

It was just too much for my overworked brain, my gears were turning too slowly to process everything. Thalorind has always been a truly curious place, but this scene was taken straight out of a fairy tale.

"Rosie is not done yet!" Rosie's cheery voice rang, filled with sheer joy and excitement, wordlessly telling me how excited she was to show us her new self.

Then, on one of her newly manifested branches, a single flower trembled.

The edges of the petals curled inward. It shimmered, glowed, and then—like water shifting into a new shape—it changed.

A figure began to emerge, as though the flower itself was being woven into something even more extraordinary. The shimmering form grew, taking on more human-like qualities. The form's outline gained definition: slender limbs, soft curves, and flowing strands of hair as rich as autumn leaves kissed by the sun became visible.

A tiny girl, no taller than 80 centimeters (2'6), materialized, cradled gently by the golden light of the tree. She had radiant emerald-green skin, giving her a mystical, ethereal aura. Her hair was auburn, with tiny petals and vines intertwined within the strands as if nature itself had adorned her.

Her eyes were large, expressive, and filled with wonder, and they had a deep amber hue as they sparkled while staring right into my own eyes. She had elongated, pointy ears and on her forehead, two yellow, horizontal markings could be seen.

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Then, as if she had achieved [Wind Manipulation] just like her father, she drifted downward.

I instinctively reached out, catching her in my arms.

The moment she landed, she let out a high-pitched giggle, wrapping her small arms around my neck and nuzzling her face into my cheeks.

"Daddy!!" Rosie squealed in pure delight, her voice brimming with endless innocence and happiness.

She had been reborn.

"Breathtaking…" Yoruha murmured with utter wonderment. It's the first time I heard such a genuine tone from her lips. She always had an air of overwhelming boredom and laziness surrounding her. Even when talking in a playful manner, she still exuded the aura of a woman who'd seen it all, and nothing could make her old heart beat with excitement ever again. She was just coursing through life, not wanting to die but also not knowing how to make life exciting again. At least, that's the impression I got from her.

"Haha…" I laughed while stroking her lush brown hair, trying to get over the overwhelming sense of shock assaulting my brain.

"Rosie?" Lucille gasped, snapping the girl's head in her direction. Rosie then gave a peck to my forehead, stating, "I'll be back!" and levitating over to the caramel-haired woman and needily nestling her into her sensual bosom. She then repeated the greeting as many times as mothers she had.

"I wonder the changes that occurred to her body…" Yoruha muttered under her breath. "Geims are not capable of producing useful materials until they grow older, but… She's not a Geim anymore, is she? Fed with special ingredients ever since she was a seedling and now the strange sperm of a primordial gave her the final push to become something more."

"Rosie knows!" she cheered before levitating toward Yoruha and with childlike innocence or perhaps unlimited bravery, she stroked the little foxy behind the ears.

"Rosie, stop that!" Ayame cried in utmost distress. "Lady Yoruha, we're so sorry! We didn't have time to teach her proper manners…"

Yoruha had to blink many times, surprised both by the actions of the newborn tree spirit and Ayame's words. She then sighed, "I've been getting the feeling ever since meeting you kids in the summit that you think of me as a vile, brutal, and wholly unreasonable monster…"

"No, not at all. Your ladyship is a majestic and magnanimous being," I replied instantly, shaking my head with her on top of me.

"…" I got the distinct feeling she somehow managed not to believe my words.

"Rosie knows!" my beyond adorable daughter repeated to herself with a puff of her cheeks, unhappy she got ignored. She patted Yoruha's head a few times with her palm, earning herself a giggle from none other than Celeste herself. For the first time, the emotionless maid found something amusing enough to break her professionalism.

But she quickly collected herself, straightening her spine and shamelessly pretending nothing had happened.

Once Rosie got her fill of petting Yoruha, she levitated back to her tree. Her branches extended as she neared, as though welcoming her home. I didn't quite know what was going on with her body, but I believed the tree to be still her true form, of perhaps both the Dryad-like humanoid form and the tree were part of her body now.

Once nestled in the embrace of her tree, she reached out toward the blossoms growing along one of her branches. Rosie's expression grew thoughtful, her small brow furrowing in concentration as she gently plucked one of the flowers. The moment it left the branch, it pulsed with a warm light.

Turning back to us, she held the plant carefully in her hands, cradling it as though it were the most precious thing in the world. "These!" she declared all of a sudden, extending her arms and lifting the flower into the skies to showcase it as best as possible. She puffed her cheeks proudly, saying, "These should help Rosie's family become stronger!"

After a brief pause, her expression shifted to one of innocent confusion.

"…Or so Rosie believes?"