Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem - Chapter 1353

Capítulo 1353: Stepping Through

“What?!”

The boy took the vial with both hands as if it were made of fragile glass that might shatter at the smallest amount of pressure. His eyes sparkled as Mira had never seen before. He hugged the man’s armored leg with all his strength while keeping the elixir guarded in his little hands.

“I don’t really understand,” he said, voice muffled, “but thank you! I’ll work hard!”

The man smirked faintly and nodded. “Run along now.”

“Yes!”

The boy ran through the gate.

With his departure, all fifty children were gone.

Only Mira remained.

She bowed, deep and proper, then turned toward the portal. Her hand trembled as she stepped forward. The surface parted around her face, cool and strange. Her eyes found a different sky, a different ground.

Then something yanked her back.

“Kya!”

Pain flared at her scalp. She stumbled, dragged backward onto the roof. She twisted around, breath sharp in her chest.

The man’s armored hand held her hair, firm and unyielding.

“You’re coming with me,” he said.

“No!” Mira reached for the gate again.

Just moments ago, it had terrified her. Twisted space. Unholy power. A spell that felt wrong just to look at.

Now it felt like salvation.

Even if it was cast by the same man who held a cruel grip on her hair right now.

Her fingers stretched toward the rippling surface, breath coming fast, heart pounding as if she could still make it through if she just moved quickly enough.

The grip in her hair tightened.

“Kya!”

She was pulled back a half step, scalp burning. Panic surged up her spine.

“I knew it!” she shouted, letting the accusatory words spill out in a rush as fear took hold. “I knew you were evil! Was this your plan all along?! You let Sister Alene and the children go, and now that it’s just the two of us, you’ll have your way with me while the city burns around us?! You wild, sadistic beast!”

Her chest rose and fell hard beneath her robes. Her hands trembled as she clawed at his wrist, trying and failing to loosen his grip.

The man stared at her.

Then he sighed.

“You’re a weirdo.”

He sighed again. “You’re one of those kinds of women, so I guess that was a given. Can you at least get some licking action going on between the sisters, or is that a sin as well?”

“What?!” Mira snapped, shocked out of her spiral.

“This,” he continued flatly, gesturing at the nun, “is what happens when you repress your body’s natural urges for something as dumb as keeping it pure for ‘that’ woman.”

“!!!!!!!”

Mira’s eyes went wide. Her face drained of color, then flushed so hot it felt like her skin might steam.

The tone alone froze her.

It wasn’t mocking. It wasn’t angry.

It was dismissive.

And worse than that, it carried not even a hint of reverence.

Almost like blasphemy.

She sucked in a breath, then snapped her head to the side, chin lifting stubbornly. “You’re wrong,” she declared. “I have no repressed desires.”

Then she added, bashfully, “And I don’t know what ‘licking action’ you might refer to…”

“Sure,” the man replied without hesitation.

Her mouth opened, ready to unleash another furious retort.

But the man turned, not interested in what she had to say. He released her hair.

“Let’s go.”

Seeing his nonchalant attitude after pulling the hair of a nun like her made Mira stomp on the ground again.

“Then where are we going?!” she demanded, confusion and worry tangling in her chest as she looked around the ruined rooftops. Smoke drifted between shattered buildings. Somewhere nearby, something scraped stone with bone.

The sound carried in a dry, dragging rasp that made her skin prickle. Farther out, continuous deep booms rolled through the streets, followed by hoarse shouting in a harsh tongue, voices howling praise for steel and iron as another dwarven cannon fired.

This was a human city.

Her city.

And it was being torn apart by everything that hated humans.

“I might be a servant of the Goddess,” Mira blurted, clutching her broom to her chest, “but I’m no Arch Priest! I’m not even a Healer! I don’t know what you expect from me. I can’t fight!”

The man did not slow.

“Don’t worry,” he said. “I have zero expectations for you.”

His tone landed flat.

Mira’s cheeks puffed out. She stomped a third time, hard enough to sting her heel. Her lips pressed into a tight line as the realization settled in.

‘This bastard is messing with me on purpose!’

She drew in a sharp breath to speak her mind to this rude man, teaching him a valuable lesson in etiquette.

The roof vanished beneath her feet.

“KYAAAAAAAAA!”

The world dropped away as she was hurled upward. Her scream tore loose as her body spun uselessly through open air, while her broom flew from her hands. Her arms windmilled. Her skirts snapped and twisted around her legs.

Her thoughts scattered. The orphanage. The gate. The Goddess. The rudest man in Thalorind. All of them became a jumbled mess in the nun’s head.

Then she reached the peak.

The motion stilled.

For a brief moment, she simply hung there.

The city spread beneath her, wide and burning, rooftops broken like teeth, smoke rising in uneven pillars. Beyond it all, the horizon curved gently, sky stretching farther than she had ever seen from the ground. The wind brushed her face, cool and clean despite the smoke.

It was… beautiful.

Even now.

Even like this.

Her breath caught.

Then gravity reclaimed her.

The world rushed back with terrifying speed. Her stomach lurched. Her scream returned, raw and unrestrained.

She looked down.

And saw him.

The black armored man stood below, looking up at her. He raised one hand and waved.

“Catch me, you motherfu-!” she screamed, voice cracking.

The roof exploded beneath his feet as he launched himself upward. Stone scattered. He met her fall head-on, arms locking around her in a solid, unyielding grip. The impact jarred her teeth, but she did not slip.

Her breath came in ragged pulls.

“I hate you! You are the savior of my life, I should be looking at you all starry-eyed like the kids! But within twenty seconds of interaction, you went from being my hero to a man I want to kick in the jewels!!” Mira hissed, fingers clutching his armor as her legs shook. “Is it this much fun to mess with a servant of the Goddess, you charlatan?!”

“Yes,” he replied calmly. “I am having a lot of fun at your expense. Thanks.”

“!!!”

Her eyes went wide. Her mouth opened.

“Fu-” She snapped it shut, face burning. “N-nothing…!! Stop talking to me!!”

“Why?”

“I said stop talking to me!!”

“I don’t think I will.”

“Hmph.”

Before she could protest, he shifted and flung her onto his back like a sack of grain. She yelped and clutched onto him by instinct, arms wrapping around his shoulders.

Then his voice changed.

The teasing edge vanished.

“Tell me, where are more locations like your orphanage located? We have to be quick.”

Mira swallowed, heart still racing, and nodded stiffly. ‘Ah… So this is what he means… He’s a rude bastard but also a hero… Maybe… The Bastard Hero.’

“Then… then go left at the bell tower,” she said, not daring to speak her thoughts because she did not want to experience being dropped from the skies. Instead, she pointed with a trembling hand. “There are two shelters near the old market.”

He moved.