Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem Chapter 1529 Assurance

"Long live the Sovereign!"

A cluster of families near the eastern block picked it up. Then the children, because children loved shouting and the reason mattered less than the volume. Then the craftsman's wife, standing at her third-floor window with her palm still pressed against the warm quartz, leaned out and added her voice to the chorus.

The craftsman, standing in the workshop district below, heard his wife's voice carrying over the rooftops. He looked down at the heated floor beneath his boots, ran his thumb across the smooth workshop wall one more time, and muttered, "Benevolent Sovereign," as if the words tasted strange but not entirely wrong.

"Benevolent Sovereign!" someone shouted from the southern quarter, and a few people nearby looked at the shouter like he'd lost his mind, because you didn't call the Primordial Villain benevolent, that wasn't how any of this worked, that was the man who shattered barriers and raised the dead and conquered cities before breakfast.

But the shouter didn't care. The man in the sky had torn his family from a city about to be crushed between two armies and given them a home with heated floors and running water and windows that caught the evening light, and that was more than the Vraven Kingdom had managed in all of its history.

"Benevolent Sovereign!"

More voices joined. The chant spread through the streets like the warmth spreading through the floors, uneven and imperfect, some voices loud and some barely audible, some enthusiastic and some grudging, but spreading all the same.

Count Aldren stood in the central square with his torn cloak and his dust-covered face and listened to his people cheer for their new sovereign, and the expression on his face was the kind that history books would later describe as "plicated."

High above, Quinlan watched the cheering spread through the city he'd built. Jasmine was pressed against his side, her arm looped through his, the wind carrying the sound upward in waves.

Jasmine said softly.

He squeezed her hand and let the sound wash over them for a moment. The sun slowly began sinking toward the treeline. The sky was going gold and violet above the canopy, and the frost on the distant evergreens caught the last light like scattered glass.