Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem

The old Geim told me I should feed its kid with rich nutrients, the best being dragon manure. Not knowing where to source such soil from, and knowing primordials were just as mighty beings as dragons, I thought my body’s ‘extract’ would be perfect nutrients, and I was correct. As soon as we used nourishments enhanced by my substances, its growth speed skyrocketed.

However, Yoruha sensed my being something other than a human as soon as she sniffed me back at the summit, but I told her I was just a human. But a human’s extract wouldn’t have such resounding effects, hinting at my lies.

“Master peed and defecated on the tree after getting drunk,” Blossom lied all of a sudden. She didn’t even consult any of us beforehand.

“Hmm…” Yoruha mused, visibly debating if she should believe such an answer. But then, luck seemed to be on my side when she elected to move on, sparing me once again. She was curious about me, but it looked like she wasn’t curious enough to begin open hostilities. Or perhaps an old being like her just had more patience than I gave her credit for.

“This Geim… It is a happy being. It likes its life,” Yoruha declared, coming to the same conclusion every single elf who tried to converse with the creature did.

“Furthermore, it is ready to awaken.” A deep, heavy silence resulted from her unexpected statement.

“W-what do you mean? We tried conversing with it for months, and it isn’t replying. It isn’t sentient just yet…” one of the elven sentries muttered with confusion.

Yoruha tilted her massive head to observe the elf with an expression full of boredom, as if explaining herself felt like a horrible drag akin to running a marathon under the scorching desert sun. But thankfully, she gathered enough energy to finish this horribly taxing marathon of hers.

“You misunderstand the nature of awakening,” Yoruha murmured. “The child already possesses the cognitive structures necessary for sentience, just as an infant is born with the neural pathways for thought and speech. But like an ember waiting for wind, potential alone is not enough. Without the right kind of stimulation, it remains dormant.”

Her dark violet eyes gleamed with the weight of the immense amounts of knowledge she’d collected over her unfathomable amount of years lived. “Just as a child does not become self-aware merely by hearing sounds or seeing movement, neither will this one awaken simply because you have surrounded it with noise. You have provided it with nourishment, safety, and exposure to the world, but you have not given it a reason to think. True sentience is not sparked by passive observation. It is driven by meaning.”

She turned toward the elven sentries, who were already gathering the oxygen in their lungs to mount a round of firm protest. Yoruha, however, spoke up before they could, shutting them up. “Let me guess. You danced, sang, and spoke to it. You brought creatures of all kinds into its presence, surrounding it with a great amount of stimuli. Correct?”

A wry expression emerged on the elves, she hit the nail on the head.

Sensing she was right, Yoruha continued. “To the Geim, these were no different than the rustling of leaves in the wind or the passage of clouds overhead: things that exist, but do not matter. What it lacks is not experience, but connection. While I might’ve used humanoid babies in my analogies, this one functions vastly differently. Assuming it to be a humanoid infant requiring humanoid infant stimuli is a grave mistake.”

Yoruha’s voice softened as she extended a clawed hand toward the Geim’s slumbering form, giving it a few gentle strokes that reminded me of how Miri and Lumi stroked my cheeks. It was a loving, motherly gesture. “All it needs now… is a reason to think for itself. And that reason must come from the one presence that truly matters in its mind. The one it recognizes as its parent.”

Her eyes flicked to me.

“You.”

“Me?” I asked, confused. I barely interacted with the Geim. It wasn’t even me who planted it in the ground.

“Considering its age, I would surmise that one among you placed it here—that one among you received its seed from the biological parent, entrusted with its safekeeping. A bond was formed in that moment, a thread woven between guardian and ward, whether you acknowledged it or not. If said guardian ventures to form a connection with the ward, the child will have a reason to awaken. Otherwise, it’ll wait for decades due to not feeling a need to develop sentience.” Her gaze then drifted to Blossom, who shivered beneath the pressure emitted by the pair of brightly burning purple eyes.

“As for the pissing and defecation allegations…” Yoruha’s lips curved into the barest trace of amusement before her tone returned to its usual measured self. “I am not so easily deceived, child. What was done here was no act of careless desecration. Your Master’s essence was carefully gathered, mixed with other elements in precise measure, and offered as sustenance. Not once, not on a whim, but with deliberate consistency. Day after day, for more than a month.”

“Ghosty is sorry…” Blossom apologized cutely, her tail drooping behind her looking a lot like a girl caught in her first lie by her mother.

Yoruha smiled, visibly finding the image just as adorable as I did. She then returned her attention to the Geim, with fingers tracing its surface once more. “A tree does not form attachments lightly. It knows its lifeblood. It knows its keeper.”

<That fucking Geim…> I growled inwardly. It didn’t tell me this ‘little’ detail when handing its child over.

<It must’ve wanted to see if you would be a good parent for its offspring. You failed remarkably well, Quinnie,> Lucille giggled at my misery with utmost amusement.

<I mean, what more was I supposed to do? I got it five hot elf chicks as its full-time, devoted mommies, if that’s not a sign of utmost care from its father then what is? Although I can’t complain about my childhood, I would’ve been the coolest kid on the block if these five babes were the ones to take me to elementary school instead of my father. Furthermore, I even did my business in a bucket many times-> I was interrupted by Ayame.

<No need for the details, thanks. Also, you’re thinking with your lower brain. Yoruha even said not to think of it as if it were a humanoid baby. Just because your depraved brain thinks having five elven… what was the word you had on Earth?>

<Milfs,> Lucille quickly offered her assistance while shuddering from head to toe, doing her utmost not to burst out into laughter.

<Yes, thanks… Just because having five elven milf caretakers is your wet dream, that doesn’t mean the Geim thinks the same… It needs connection with you and you alone, and Mister Primordial has never even talked to it if I’m not wrong.>

… I didn’t quite know how to best respond.

I thought inwardly for a few seconds, trying to cook up a reasonable reply, but then I just threw in the towel. With a defeated sigh, I accepted responsibility. “Alrighty, my bad. I neglected you, Geim. It’s time for you to have a chat with Papa,” I said before moving toward the tree and placing my hand on its trunk.

It was time to awaken the Geim at long last!

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A grand surprise awaited us.

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