"Quinn~" Vex' voice flowed through Quinlans ear like a breaking dam. Quinlan turned his head to the right to look at vex. Staring into her swirling crimson eyes. He then proceeded to cup her cheek lightly and tilt his head ever so slightly,
"What is it?"
"When is the main event going to start… I'm so bored, all of these people are asking such stupid questions!"
She crossed her arms and then pouted. Clearly she wasn't a fan of these pre-competition events. But, you shouldn't fault her, it was pretty boring considering the brain-dead questions people were asking.
"Hmm…"
Quinlan turned his head back to the center of the arena. A moment later, he smiled and looked at the hex-witch through the side of his eyes.
"...It looks like the press conference is finally ending now."
Vex, having heard this, turned back to the press conference and then sighed out of relief.
'Its finally ooovvveeeerrrrrrr." She thought, exasperatedly.
The the black cat lying upon his head also stirred. Even after so much time has passed since Yoruha met Quinlan, she still hasn't changed. Luckily, she wasn't going to sleep through this event, she knew how much it meant to her husband. But she was going to sleep past the conference. She looked at Quinlan, purred, then sat up straight. If one were to look from an outsiders perspective then they would instantly be captivated by how cute the sight was.
"Alright, ladies and gentlemen, the press conference has concluded, there will be a short intermission period as we prepare for the first round. Please enjoy a series of snacks and drinks that are being passed around by the arena staff whilst you wait for the first round."
Rosie's voice beamed across the arena, officially concluding the end of the press conference.
Hearing this voice, most of Quinlan's wives perked up. Just like Vex and Yoruha, they were all bored with the pre-competition formalities, so now that it was over, they all turned their heads back towards the main event.
…
Five minutes later.
At the center of the arena, where the stage and holographic countdown timer used to be, there now stood a…
House? Castle? Fortress?
It was like someone put all of that into a single construct, multiplied it by a hundred, then aged it down a thousand years. It was a truly perplexing building. It was over fifteen miles in area, and its myriad spires were so tall that they were able to pierce the…
Now that one looked closer, they could see that this arena, had no sky. It was void, pitch black void filled with stars and nebulae coloured so fantastically that it could put even artists to shame, it was beautiful. Truly sublime.
At the front of the structure was a massive, rusted iron door. And in front of the door were our two maid squads and our two hosts.
"Alright, the first round is upon us, so allow me to explain what it is…"
The Soul Records spoke into the microphone she was holding. "…As a maid, you have to be efficient and you have to be fit enough to actually be efficient. The first match is a test of both attributes. As you can see in front of you, there is a 'house', this house is called the, 'palace of principality'. But, it also has another name, 'Clementines Dwelling',"
At her words, astounded gasps arose among the audience.
Clementine, she was not just a country tale, irrelevant figure who you hear once and then forget. She was once given the origin of 'Primeval Hellsinger', the first being in creation to make a dimension mourn, sing in beautiful cacophonies of agony and terror. It was said that she has long since submitted to Lord Primordiality, but that in itself is an urban legend, no one knew whether it was true or not. But now, it was official, Clementine is Quinlans subordinate. Yet, one had to wonder, what is her home, her abode, her place of solace doing on display for the whole audience to see? What does this have to do with being a good maid?
These questions were cut short as a rift tore the sky above the center of the arena. A figure proceeded to descend from out of the rift and then float towards where Quinlan was sitting. Once she was within ten meters of him, she stepped on the space in front of him and then dropped to one knee. Kneeling in front of him.
As she knelt, her figure became clearer. She had incredibly long, abyssal black hair. It flowed down from her head, past her waist, knees then another 10 meters longer. But it was floating behind her, never falling beneath her ankles. Her skin was luminescent, emitting light that was purer than sunlight itself. Because of this, it was hard to make out her facial features, but you could see that she was clothed in a gray gown which flowed down to her ankles.
"Clementine… You may rise" Quinlan ordered, his voice carried a more sharper and serious edge compared to when he was conversing with vex. He was no longer Quinlan, but now he was Lord Primordiality.
"Thank you for utilising me, my lord. It is my honour to be able to serve you, even if it something as mundane as cleaning your laundry, to the most glorious things like announcing your entrance to the battlefield, it gives me great pleasure to serve you"
Clementine's voice came out like a quiet whisper, yet it carried across to Quinlan without issue. Her voice sounded like if a singer was talking how they sung. Her tone was reverent, it wasn't hard to figure out that she submitted to Quinlan out of want rather than need.
"That's good to hear. I must thank you for lending your home for this competition. But I also have a request for you…"
"Anything for you, master"
"I would like you to participate in the first round of the competition. If you go down to where Rosie is stood, then she will brief you, along with everyone else, on what will happen and what you will have to do."
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End of chapter 4