Chapter 16 – Artisanal Bloodline
<span style="font-weight:400">I stare at the woman in the eye-catching attire. Besides her clothes, her hair is also shy red and quite long. I’m surprised her eyes aren''t. They are green. What an irony. If I had to guess, she looks like someone around forty or fifty years old, but who knows in this world.
<span style="font-weight:400">There is no doubt that she is the owner. Lucas and some other guy peek out from behind her. She nces all over me as if trying to get as much information from just looks as possible and walks closer. The little girl quickly retreats to the corner of her cell.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ah! Where are my manners! My name is Selina Noint and I’m the owner of this business.” She grabs the hem of her dress and makes a very light bow while nodding her head. “I stumbled on my employees having an issue, so I decided to help them resolve it, but looks like you’ve already <i><span style="font-weight:400">dealt</i><span style="font-weight:400"> with it quite skillfully.” She smiles knowingly.
<span style="font-weight:400">I ce my right hand over my heart and also bow lightly too. “stair Carter. I’m honoured to be able to meet the president personally, Madam Noint.”
<span style="font-weight:400">She chuckles. “Not only quick-witted but also courteous. Interesting. Very interesting.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I smile wryly at herpliments.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Would you mind exchanging a few words with me in my office, Sir Carter?”
<span style="font-weight:400">「<i><span style="font-weight:400">Great…</i><span style="font-weight:400">」
<span style="font-weight:400">“No, of course not! I’d be happy to have that opportunity.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I nce at the cage and she notices it.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Don’t worry, Lucas will <i><span style="font-weight:400">personally make sure</i><span style="font-weight:400"> that no one will intrude on your reservation during our talk. Isn’t that right, sweetie?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Naturally!”
<span style="font-weight:400">He steps into the front and bows to me. He is sweating a lot. Having your boss walk into you while you are in the middle of something you fucked up is the worst that can happen.
<span style="font-weight:400">Leaving the two guys behind, she guides me back up. Every employee we pass instantly stands up and bows. Even those busy with customers. While walking, she moves with a dignified aura. I wonder if she is of noble birth. After a few minutes, we reach her private office and I’m invited inside.
<span style="font-weight:400">It’s not big. One small area with a table and two sofas, and another spot with a big wooden desk in front of a huge window that''s almost the size of the whole wall. Most of the space is filled with bookcases full of documents. Everything is in the usual fashion of dark wood and red details and other things. We sit on the sofas, on opposite sides.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I must say, I’m really amazed by your shrewd attempt to drive that group away,” she begins.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m sorry for messing with your customers, Madam,” I try apologizing.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, no, no, no. Don’t be. I was able to see something really interesting.” She smiles mischievously. “Coming up with a fake subrace after noticing that they aren’t very well versed in Dwarves was quite smart.”
<span style="font-weight:400">She leans to the front and joins her hands under her chin.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You could have just lied all the way, but you bnced around the facts and falsehoods, making yourself very believable.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“They looked like adventurers. If I had straight up lied to them, it could possibly endanger them too much in the future,” I say.
<span style="font-weight:400">“And you even correctly advised them to look for a Gnome afterwards, so it’s not like I lost a patron.” She squints her eyes. “Although, I’m really curious about what you said to that Dwarf to make her cooperate with you.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Whatever could you mean, Madam. I just—”
<span style="font-weight:400">“She was tortured for a month. Do you think anyone knowing this would believe that she became an obedient little girl with just a few mean words?”
<span style="font-weight:400">She interrupts my sentence and keeps staring daggers at me. I just smile awkwardly and we sit in silence for a moment. She sighs and finally gives up.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well then. Did your weird hand movements have anything to do with her answers to the boy?” she asks.
<span style="font-weight:400">「<i><span style="font-weight:400">Dammit… She had toe specifically from that side and be very perceptive...</i><span style="font-weight:400">」
<span style="font-weight:400">I nod to answer her. She stares at me a bit more, but soon starts giggling and explodes into a burst of fulldy-likeughter while covering her stomach.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ohohoho! Brilliant! Toe up with such a hustle on the spot! You truly are something!”
<span style="font-weight:400">I look at her, bewildered by that reaction. I expected to get into a lot of trouble, but perhaps I’ll be able to somehow avoid it. She slowly calms herself down and stands up.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I really love people like you! They make the best business partners. Don’t worry, I''m not mad or anything. You will get your merchandise.”
<span style="font-weight:400">She extends her arm my way. I rise up and grab it before she changes her mind.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I feel like this is the beginning of a great rtionship! Tomemorate it, I’ll throw the best very mark we can offer for free!”
<span style="font-weight:400">She pats my shoulder a few times, stillughing, breaks off the handshake, and moves to her desk. She brings back something that looks like a ruby credit card.
<span style="font-weight:400">“This is our precious VIP card. Just show it to any employee and they willply with any request, knowing that I approve of it. Well, besides too high discounts of course! Today is special!” She shoves it into my hand and starts pushing me towards the door. “Now go pick up your prize. I have something to do! They will know about the mark.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I’m out of the office and the door closes behind me. A soundly <i><span style="font-weight:400">‘ohohohoho’</i><span style="font-weight:400">ugh can be heard from the inside. I stand in front of it with a nk expression, like an idiot.
<span style="font-weight:400">「<i><span style="font-weight:400">What the fuck did just happen?</i><span style="font-weight:400">」
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<span style="font-weight:400">I move back down. Lucas, seeing the card, starts prostrating himself in front of me and apologizing frantically for his mistake, while begging to have mercy. This VIP status might have more power to it than I thought.
<span style="font-weight:400">I wait in the room with the stage while they prepare everything. The Dwarf girl is brought in and they ce a very mark under her corbone, firstly getting a bit of my blood. Only now I can see how long her braids truly are. They almost reach her ankles. <span style="font-weight:400">I start feeling a faint connection. It’s different from my Partners one. I subconsciously know that she can’t disobey me now. I need to be careful about this.
<span style="font-weight:400">After everything is done, I pay up her price of fifteen gold coins and we move out. We start walking back in silence. She just quietly follows behind me, without any reaction or interest in anything. I try to slow down enough to walk beside her.
<span style="font-weight:400">“So… What’s your name?” I ask in Dwarvish, trying to break the ice. We can have some privacy using it.
<span style="font-weight:400">“It’s Sirgia, Master,” she answers lifelessly, not even looking up.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sirgia, huh… Sounds cute.”
<span style="font-weight:400">And silence returns. I don’t think I should expect her to hold a decent conversation yet. I thought that she perhaps opened up a bit after our little act.
<span style="font-weight:400">“What about your n name?” I pry further.
<span style="font-weight:400">She stumbles over her legs. That question must have surprised her because she finally looks up.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Don’t you have one? Did your n lose their inheritance rights? Or were you disowned or exiled?”
<span style="font-weight:400">A bit more rity returns to her eyes, even though her facial expression does not change.
<span style="font-weight:400">“... Forgegraver.” She returns her gaze to the front and quietly announces.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I see.” I ponder for a moment before continuing. “Are you perhaps rted to Forgegravers from Dwarguhlim or The Mad Lady Thorargiel?”
<span style="font-weight:400">She stops and I turn around. For the first time, I can see sincere emotions on her face. It’s shock and disbelief.
<span style="font-weight:400">“How does Master know of—”
<span style="font-weight:400">“She created The Dawnbreaker, which solely annihted thousands in The Great War. The Mithril King wouldn’t have stood a chance if not for her artefacts.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Her mouth goespletely agape. I smile at her reaction.
<span style="font-weight:400">“But, Master is—”
<span style="font-weight:400">“A Human? Does that mean reading dwarven chronicles is forbidden for me?” I chuckle. “Did you not notice we were speaking Dwarvish this whole time?”
<span style="font-weight:400">She covers her mouth as if realizing this fact just now. She must have been really lost in her own mind to miss that. Especially after the scene in thepany. Maybe she was in denial that it all happened.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Why does Master know so much about Dwarves?” she asks very hesitantly.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Because your culture is interesting?” I answer, tilting my head.
<span style="font-weight:400">She drops her gaze to the ground and most likely begins thinking about something. I nce over the bandaged part of her face.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Did you lose an eye?” I ask.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? Ah, no. It’s a deep wound, but my eyes are fine.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I look around and spot an empty alleyway. Grabbing her hand, I lead us there. At the spot, I kneel on one knee in front of her so that we are on a simr level.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Can you show it to me?”
<span style="font-weight:400">She seems a bit confused. “Does Master not know how to usemands?”
<span style="font-weight:400">I shake my head with a smile. “Like this? Jump two times,” I speak while sending a clear intent through our connection, and after a moment, she jumps twice.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Then why?” she asks.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Listen. I know it’s quite hard to believe, but I meant every word I said back there. Both today and yesterday. I don’t want to abuse you. Just to give you a ce to stay. You don’t have to do everything I say. I don’t know what you went through, or anything about your life, but from now, I want you to act like a person, not like a ve. I’d rather not usemands on this, okay? If that’s too much, then just try acting like a servant.”
<span style="font-weight:400">We stare at each other for a moment. Me with a smile and her with a nk face again. After a moment, she starts loosening the eyepatch, and I can see a big, vertical wound over her closed, left eyelid, starting in the middle of her forehead and reaching down to the cheek. It’s quite deep. I’d say it has less than a week. She was fortunate to not lose her eye.
<span style="font-weight:400">I ce my hand gently on her face and start channelling mana. I haven’t worked with wounds yet, so this will serve as a good experiment.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Nhhnn…”
<span style="font-weight:400">Her body shivers a little and a soft moan escapes her lips. I immediately stop the spell, worried that using this ability can cause pain.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sorry, did it hurt?” I ask concernedly.
<span style="font-weight:400">She shakes her head. “No. It felt warm. I was just surprised.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Reassured, I continue. While I supply mana, the wound is slowly getting darker. I start focusing on the part on her eyelid and close to the eye socket. Bit by bit, the scab forms, toughens and falls off, leaving a whitish scar behind. In three minutes, I run out of mana, but manage to partially heal the targeted area. The wound is still untouched on her forehead and cheek.
<span style="font-weight:400">I exhale deeply while swiping my face out of all the sweat, faltering a bit while standing up. Sirgia quickly grabs me around the waist to assure that I don’t fall.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Master?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m okay. It’s just mana exhaustion. You can try opening your eye now.”
<span style="font-weight:400">While she slowly does so, I grab a small mirror from my storage ring behind my back and pass it to her.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Unfortunately, I’m not a healer, so all I could do is to speed up the natural recovery a little. We will have to deal with the rest in turns. And I can’t do anything about the scar.” I lean over the wall.
<span style="font-weight:400">She turns her head from side to side examining her face in the mirror from every possible angle. For a moment, I think I catch a faint smile in the reflection while looking over her shoulder, but it fades instantly. She turns around, hands me the mirror back and makes a very low bow.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Thank you, Master.”
<span style="font-weight:400">And she is back to her emotionless self. But, she clearly pays much more attention now, so that’s a sess. She looks up at me as if ready to ask something.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ummmm…”
<em><span style="font-weight:400">*BUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRP*</em>
<span style="font-weight:400">Her stomach suddenly grumbles loudly and she covers it with her arms while dropping her gaze to the ground. I chuckle a bit.
<span style="font-weight:400">「<i><span style="font-weight:400">Good. She finally somewhat rxed. Hahaha.</i><span style="font-weight:400">」
<span style="font-weight:400">“Let’s grab you some better clothes and go eat something. You must be starving,” I say, push myself off the wall and start walking.
<span style="font-weight:400">She catches up to me and walks by my side. “Clothes for me?” she asks.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Obviously. Or would you rather stay in these rags forever?”
<span style="font-weight:400">We walk around looking for a tailor or a clothing shop while Sirgia is the first to break the silence this time.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m not a direct descendant…”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hm?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“My family branch has some ties to the Mad Lady, but we are not considered as directly connected to the root. We receive only some minor teachings,” she answers my earlier question.
<span style="font-weight:400">“As I thought.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“How?” She looks up at me.
<span style="font-weight:400">“No offence, but Dwarguhlimian women tend to be a tad shorter, more burly, round and also,” I nce at her from feet to shoulders, “they are known for their quite voluptuous bosoms.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Sirgia is slim, not to an extent of it being unhealthy, but amongst most of the Dwarf subraces, she can be considered skinny. And while she might not bepletely t, her chest is definitely on the smaller size. Somewhere between A and B cups or something. The small, perky mounds are still quite distinct thanks to the fact that she’s braless.
<span style="font-weight:400">She stares at her chest for a moment. “Master really does know a lot about Dwarves…”
<span style="font-weight:400">We find a decent looking shop and enter. I tell her to pick something she likes, but she just tilts her head confusedly. It might take a few days for her to understand her new position, so I just select a few things that look fine and tell her to wait in the changing room. I pick up a linen shirt, short leather pants and some shoes with socks. It feels a bit awkward to browse through women’s underwear, but I have to man up or she’ll gomando forever. I pick a few pairs of panties since I’m not sure about the size.
<span style="font-weight:400">I arrive at the changing rooms and slide the curtain behind which is Sirgia away. Only to instantly drag it back in a sh.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sirgia? Are youpletely naked?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yes?” she answers like it’s something obvious.
<span style="font-weight:400">I sigh and inwardly berate myself for not predicting that. “Here. Wear this. Choose one of the underwear.” I extend my hand through the curtain.
<span style="font-weight:400">While she is dressing up, I notice some not-so-nice stares from the cashier and a few other customers. I recall my conversation with Cornelia. Fortunately, it seems like they have cors here too. I take a leather one with a dangling badge, which looks the least ufortable and pass it to her too.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Put it on for a moment. Just in case.”
<span style="font-weight:400">A few momentster she uncovers the curtain.
<span style="font-weight:400">“What the... Are you an idiot?!”
<span style="font-weight:400">I jump at her, to which she covers her head with her hands and closes her eyes. My hands instantly move to her neck, where the cor is strapped so tightly I can feel it on my own throat. I quickly loosen it up and it falls onto her shoulders. I step back and exhale audibly while she coughs softly. Then she examines her neck confusedly.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Why?” she asks.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Already forgot the <i><span style="font-weight:400">no abuse</i><span style="font-weight:400"> part? Geez...” I shake my head.
<span style="font-weight:400">I pay up and we move out. I have no idea which inns or restaurants have a non-hostile policy towards non-humans so we’ll have to leave today’s choice to luck. After around half an hour, we pick one that’s not too crowded. We get in and I sit at one of the tables. Sirgia sits on her knees beside it.
<span style="font-weight:400">“What are you doing?” I ask, looking down.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Siting?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Get up and sit on the opposite side.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“But I’m a ve,” she responds, yet a momentter she stands up and takes the chair with slightly mechanical movements. Yes, I used amand.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Maybe, but you are my ve and I want both of us to have a nice breakfast, okay?”
<span style="font-weight:400">She stares at me for a while and nods hesitantly. The waiter arrives at our spot and starts ring at her.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Can we order yet?” I ask.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Not with that thing sitting like—”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Okay, look here.” I interrupt him in a cold tone. “It’s still morning, but I’m already tired of all this shit. So, you will either take our orders or there won’t be a reason for you toe back here tomorrow.”
<span style="font-weight:400">He sizes me up as if judging the weight behind my threat. I get an idea. Trying to act like someone from higher ranks, I reach into one of the pockets in my vest and pull out the Ruby Card between two fingers. I point it at him while raising my brows. He’s taken aback for a moment, but he quickly bows, apologizes and takes our order.
<span style="font-weight:400">「<i><span style="font-weight:400">Interesting. This is more prestigious than I thought.</i><span style="font-weight:400">」
<span style="font-weight:400">Sirgia gobbles up her portion like there’s no tomorrow. Even before I reach half of mine, she''s already done with it. I slide my te in front of her, saying that I ate beforeing for her and she finishes it too. She keeps sending me nces all the time. After she finishes, I speak first.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You can speak up whenever you want. No need to ask for permission.”
<span style="font-weight:400">She stares at her empty te thinking about something. “Master said he needs a cook, right?” she asks uneasily.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yes, but don’t worry if you know nothing about it. You can still stay at my ce.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“No, I do know how to cook. A bit. And I watched servants prepare meals for my previous owner almost every day. But... “ She looks up from the te. “Is it really fine for me to do it?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Why wouldn’t it?” I ask curiously. “Because you are not a Human?”
<span style="font-weight:400">She drops her gaze again. “Isn’t Master afraid… that I’ll poison the food?”
<span style="font-weight:400">「<i><span style="font-weight:400">Ah, right… this...</i><span style="font-weight:400">」
<span style="font-weight:400">“Did you do it?” I join my hands under my chin and ask.
<span style="font-weight:400">Her eyes widen barely. “Master didn’t use amand?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Would your answer be different if I did?”
<span style="font-weight:400">She shakes her head. “I didn’t do it…” She closes her eyes and tenses her muscles.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Then there’s no problem,” I announce and stand up. “Let’s go. I’ll exin everything on our way home.”
<span style="font-weight:400">She opens her eyes and also stands up. “Master is not going to hit me?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Why? Didn’t you tell the truth?”
<span style="font-weight:400">I move closer and ruffle her hair a bit for the first time. She winces at first but realizes that I’m not going to hurt her and just stares confusedly at me from below. While we are walking back, I thoroughly exin about the mansion, brothel, cooking and other things. A few times, just to be sure. We arrive around noon.
<span style="font-weight:400">Seeing the mansion doesn’t evoke any changes in her emotionless expression. We enter through the main entrance. A green girl d in a skimpy maid outfit makes a dash towards us the very second I close the door.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Slime?!”
<span style="font-weight:400">「<i><span style="font-weight:400">Ah, shit… I forgot to mention them...</i><span style="font-weight:400">」
<span style="font-weight:400">Sirgia notices her and quickly moves in front of me, taking a weird stance. She reaches behind her neck with her hand as if grasping something, but realizes there’s nothing there but air and switches her stance to a brawling one. Emi discerns hostile intentions, stops a few meters in front of us and prepares herself to jump at her.
<span style="font-weight:400">“STOP!” I shout switching to Common. “Both of you, calm down.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I move past Sirgia and signal at Emi that it’s okay. She embraces me in the usual, snuggly hug with her face in my neck. Safi slowly walks out of the corridor. I turn back to Sirgia.
<span style="font-weight:400">“They are friends, not enemies.” I look back at the slime girls. “And so is she now, so treat her nicely, okay?”
<span style="font-weight:400">[Of course, Master.] Safi nods.
<span style="font-weight:400">[Emi is sorry…] The green girl looks up at me with a sad expression, so I give her a few pats.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Master’s friends are… Slimes?” Sirgia stares at us, confused.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yes, they are Queen Slimes.” A slight surprise shes on her face for a moment. “Do you have anything against living and working beside monstrous races?”
<span style="font-weight:400">She shakes her head. With the misunderstanding resolved, we show Sirgia around the mansion and end up in the kitchen.
<span style="font-weight:400">“It’s so big and well-furnished…” She walks around while admiring all the kitchenware. “It even has a cooling chamber?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“A cooling chamber? What’s that?” <span style="font-weight:400">Ie to her side and ask.
<span style="font-weight:400">She points at a metal door with a magic circle and some runic sigils carved into it. She then moves closer and touches the metal. The circle starts glowing with a cyan colour while runes sh in dark blue. She pulls the handle and opens the door. She seems quite strong.
<span style="font-weight:400">Behind it is a small room or wide corridor with a lot of shelves. Everything is out of metal. There are plenty of blue magic crystals embedded into the walls. When we walk in, it’s slowly getting chilly.
<span style="font-weight:400">“A frost chamber too? Amazing...” Sirgia notices another simr door on the left wall inside.
<span style="font-weight:400">「<i><span style="font-weight:400">Isn''t this just a huge fridge with a freezer?</i><span style="font-weight:400">」
<span style="font-weight:400">She turns around. “Even my previous owner didn’t have such expensive arrangements. Who are you really, Master?”
<span style="font-weight:400">I shrug and smile. “Just a random guy starting up a brothel.” I chuckle a bit and we exit the chamber. “So. What does our new chef want to prepare for her debut this evening?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“But there are no ingredients.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Just write down a list and I’ll get them.” I ruffle her hair again.
<span style="font-weight:400">Acting like I’m opening a cupboard and picking something up, I pull out a waterskin from my ring. ”And you girls? Anything you would want to eat?” Turning to Emi and Safi, I take a sip.
<span style="font-weight:400">[Emi still haven’t received the second helping of Master’s cum, so—]
<span style="font-weight:400">“<i><span style="font-weight:400">Pfffffffffft, cough, cough, cough.</i><span style="font-weight:400">” I identally choke on water due to the unexpected statement from Safi. Sirgiaes rushing to me. “I’m fine! <i><span style="font-weight:400">Cough, cough</i><span style="font-weight:400">. I’ll… consider that... forter...” I smile awkwardly while wiping my face off.
<span style="font-weight:400">Sirgia stares at me confused. She looks at them and back at me. “Master can understand Slimes too?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ah, no, I can just read lips very well. They, fortunately, know Common.”
<span style="font-weight:400">「<i><span style="font-weight:400">Thank god, they can’t speak for once… She doesn’t need to get even more weirded out by me on the very first day...</i><span style="font-weight:400">」
<span style="font-weight:400">I receive the shopping list from Sirgia and head for the city. On my way out, I instruct Safi to show Sirgia the bath so that she can refresh herself a bit after spending who knows how much time in that prison. I also tell Sirgia that they canmunicate in writing if she has any questions. Hopefully, they won’t start with the fact that we had sex...