Prime Originator

"We'll see," Nyfarella replied coolly.

In her mind, she was already simulating how their fight would play out and what she would need to do to kill the Evil Eye Lesser Demon with the highest level of satisfaction for the days of oppression suffered under the demon's supervision.

Nevertheless, before neither side could initiate the fight, Leon's voice trickled into her ears.

"Nyfarella, was it? What kind of weapon do you use?" he asked.

"Um?" Nyfarella was taken aback by the abrupt question, but she quickly recovered and answered, "I use a sword, my Lord."

"A sword, huh? Fortunately, it's quite the common weapon," Leon nodded with acknowledgment before pulling out a Tier-6 Blue Sword and tossing it over. "Take it; it's yours."

Nyfarella caught the Tier-6 Blue Sword clumsily in a panic before her expression turned into a pleasant surprise.

Only Greater Demons had the chance to wield Tier-6 artifacts; she didn't think she would receive one without some contributions.

"Thank you, my Lord!" Nyfarella said excitedly.

She took a few practice swings before growing more fond and attached to the Tier-6 Blue Sword by the moment.

"Where's my weapon?" Razlar asked with a frown.

However, Leon casually glanced with indifference at the Evil Eye Lesser Demon, who had the nerve to ask such a question.

"What makes you think you deserve to receive one from me?" he replied coolly.

"This isn't fair!" Lord Razlar immediately barked furiously at the unfair treatment, "This is not a fair duel!"

"Once again, why do you think this is supposed to be a fair duel? It's not; it's a slow execution," Leon stated coolly.

The Evil Eye Lesser Demon's eyes immediately glinted with madness and desperation.

It thought it had come to terms with its own death, but it refused to go down like this; it was unacceptable.

The fight wasn't honorable; it was humiliating.

"I will kill you!" Razlar roared at Nyfarella.

At the same time, Nyfarella saw Razlar's mental state before she snickered with ridicule.

"I suppose members of the Nine Great Clans have no problem abusing their privileges and depriving others of their rights, but when you are finally on the receiving end of it, you suddenly find it unacceptable? How ludicrous," she said.

"Die!"

Razlar immediately charged at Nyfarella unarmed with sparks of madness in his eyes, officially starting the battle to the death between them.

Meanwhile, Leon silently observed how Nyfarella would fare in the battle against the injured Lesser Demon, whose strength was above her.

However, he suddenly felt a pinch in the ribs before Aria's jealous voice trickled into his ears.

"You're paying an awful lot of attention to your new follower, huh? Even casually gifting her a Tier-6 weapon. Don't tell you're attracted to her charms? Though, I must admit she's the prettiest dark fae of the bunch I've seen so far."

Leon glanced at Aria's pout before he pinched her soft cheeks with a wry smile and said, "Aren't you overthinking things? I just don't want to lose a potential general."

"I can have the entire Dark Fae Clan's allegiance, but it's too troublesome to manage them all without a capable leader taking charge of things," he explained.

Shortly after, he said with a cheeky smile while continuing to pinch her cheeks, "But isn't someone getting more jealous these days? Assuming your role as the head of the harem already? Should I show you more affection?"

"N-nonsense!" Aria softly slapped Leon's hand away with embarrassment before saying, "M-mother-in-law instructed me to stop you from bringing more daughters-in-law home…"

"Aiya, how can my mother instruct you on something like this? Am I that out-of-control?" Leon replied with an exaggerated expression of being wronged. "Where is the trust between us?"

"Seems like someone needs to be punished, if you know what I mean," he winked suggestively.

"I-I… Y-you… I can't be bothered talking to you," Aria fled with a flushed face.

She couldn't put up with his lack of modesty and fragrant behavior in front of so many watchful eyes.

She likes his playful side, but she couldn't play along with so many people around; it was too embarrassing and shameful.

Leon simply smiled at her fleeing back before pulling Darlene into his arms and showering her with a bit of his affection, showing her that he had not forgotten her.

Although Leon didn't say a word, Darlene could not help but feel happy and blessed by his consideration.

Love didn't have to be fair, but it should be harmonious—at least, that was how she felt about sharing her man with others.

While Leon's little antics were going on, Nyfarella ended her fight with a slice of her sword, hacking off Razlar's head.

The Evil Eye Lesser Demon's enraged state of mind made his movements predictable and easy to counter.

Only after the fight ended did Nyfarella notice it was the Lord's purpose to provoke the Evil Eye Lesser Demon before the fight started.

A lord who can look after his people like this was worth serving.

"Thank you for granting me the opportunity to vent my grievance, my Lord!" Nyfarella expressed her gratitude with genuine respect for Leon.

It was not like she had never considered the prospect of serving under someone before. In fact, she had considered it multiple times in the past.

After all, the Dark Fae Clan had higher chances of survival by seeking refuge under a stronger clan.

Unfortunately, the higher-ranking demon clans looked down on her Dark Fae Clan too much, only seeing them as deadweights and extra mouths to feed.

Thus, she was always rejected.

"Here is your sword, my Lord," Nyfarella offered the Tier-6 Blue Sword back to her lord with both hands despite feeling a bit of reluctance to part with it.

However, Leon shook his head.

"Keep it; I already said that it is yours," he stated before adding further, "I don't have the tendency of taking back things after giving them away."

After hearing that, Nyfarella's emotion was indescribable. She didn't expect to serve such a generous lord.

Little did she know, this was only possible because Leon was filthy rich; his Worldspace was stocked, full of artifacts.

He could be equally stingy and miserly when he is poor.