Chapter 586: Tour

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Mythara Dawnstar

“It’s more vibrant than I had expected,” I said as I looked at the city through the carriage.

I had read about it, but I had my own preconceived motions.

I had expected this city to be the wasteland, that had been attacked by undead several times, to be somewhat desperate and poor.

I had seen how the cities after the war were, but this one is the opposite.

There is energy here and vibrancy in the people. I could see the hope and dreams in the eyes of people; these are the kinds of emotions, the big cities have.

It isn’t just the people that surprised me, but also the city itself.

The buildings are small and beautiful. The streets are wider and clean, with gardens and parks everywhere.

‘Where did he find such money?’ I couldn’t help, but ask myself.

War isn’t cheap; it is an ever-hungry beast that consumes every penny a city can produce. It had been nearly a year since the city had been dealing with the undead.

Most cities go bankrupt or raise taxes to an unsustainable level in conditions like, but looking at, the city. That did not seem to be the case.

I watched till the carriage took a turn, and the park came into view.

It’s not the biggest or the most beautiful I have seen. I had seen much bigger ones; the ones that had been designed by the archmages, but it’s different.

“Is that?” I asked. I didn’t have to ask about it. I could feel it through my class.

“Yes,” replied Swan with a smile as she looked at the tower.

“It’s big,” I said.

I have been to the many legacies, including the Archmage Tower. The biggest legacy on the continent, but is a spirit, while this is just a Grade III legacy.

“It is the third biggest legacy on the continent,” informed Miss Swan, reading what I was thinking.

I know that.

There are around a hundred legacies on the continent, and it is the top three.

It occupies a space of over ten legacies easily. I wonder how much emotion essence it harvests. The size isn’t everything; it’s the core, that matters.

Still, such size had massive advantages. The sheer amount of money he would earn should be huge.

“Do you want to see the legacy first or collage?” asked Swan. “Collage,” I replied, surprised.

If Silver had accepted my offer, I would have said about the legacy. I am excited about it and can feel it, but I will be working in the college.

That is why I declined to go to the house in the city they had prepared for me.

They have prepared two accommodations for me. One will be in the city and another one in the college.

I have come here to this dangerous place with a purpose. To level up. I will focus only on that and nothing else.

The carriage took a turn at the bridge and entered the park, which houses the collage and the legacy.

I looked at it, and I have to say it’s beautiful.

I provided the girls work in my establishments a good housing, but it’s not as beautiful as this one or as expansive.

However, what surprised me was the girls.

I could see them. Many are walking and sitting in a garden. Some are alone, some with friends.

They looked happy.

Our business isn’t the one that brings much happiness. Especially at their level and age, where one needs to struggle for every penny.

I remember the days when I was as young as them.

Those were the most difficult days in the business.

I was hungry more times than I remember, beaten to every inch of my life, and suffered the humiliation that made me want to kill myself.

Click!

I pushed those thoughts away and turned as the carriage stopped and its door opened.

Swan stepped outside. I followed behind.

“Welcome back, Headmistress,” said the woman, who looked to be in her early fifties. Beside her are two more women; one looked to be in her teens, while the other was in her early thirties.

“It’s good to be back,” replied Margaux. She smiled and turned to me.

“Welcome to Mena Horn Collage, Miss Dawnstar,” she welcomed.

“Thank you, Miss Della,” I replied. I know she is a vice-headmistress, but it feels weird to say it. However, I will have to say it after I officially start.

“Della, please give, Miss Dawnstar, the tour of the collage,” said Swan.

“There is no need for trouble, Miss Dela. I am sure she has important things to do. Just give me any girl, that knows the campus,” I said.

All four of them smiled.

In so many words, I had said I did not want the choreographed tour.

I want to see the real collage.

I would have preferred to look at it alone, but that wouldn’t be polite.

Swan looked before her eyes stopped at the elf woman. Sitting on the bench, working on what seemed like an embroidery.

“Eliyen, come here,” said Margaux. Hearing her name, the woman looked and put the things she was working on in her bag, walking toward us.

“Headmistress,” she greeted as she stopped beside Margaux, with her eyes moving at me momentarily.

“Are you free for a while?” Swan asked. “Yes, it is my free day, and I don’t have any classes in the evening,” she replied, turning curious.

“Good, then give, Miss Dawnstar, the tour of the collage and the tower,” said Swan, before turning to me.

“Miss Dawnster, I will see you after you are done,” she said, before leaving with Della and others.

I turned to the blue-haired elf beside me.

“What do you want to see first, Miss Dawnstar?” asked the woman.

I didn’t answer immediately. Instead, I looked around for a while before turning to the woman.

“Let’s see the hostel first,” I replied.

“Please,” she said, and we walked toward the seven-story building in front of us.

Soon, we entered through its gate into a large lobby, that has elevators leading from all sides.

I have to say, it’s beautiful. The art pieces, although basic, but filled with such emotions, that I felt a connection to them instantly.

“All of these pieces are made by the girls of the velvet garden,” she informed, surprising me.

I am shocked even.

I know art. I’ve seen the best pieces the world has ever produced. They are far from that level, but they are good.

These pieces could speak.

Which is the most important thing the art should have.

I looked at them, and my eyes fell on the painting, the largest one in there; it is nearly four meters long.

It is of a woman with steel in her eyes. Standing in the square surrounded by the undead, with tens of burning crystals around her.

“That’s sister Mena,” she said with her voice becoming somber.

“The one this place is named after?” I asked. “Yes,” she replied.

I had read about her; the woman who sacrificed herself to save the orphaned children.

People would laugh. If they heard, a whore did something like that. To most, we are the vilest people. Lesser than even animals.

I turned to the woman, and we were about to begin to walk up the stairs.

“Do all the women who work in the velvet garden live here?” I asked as I looked at the women passing by us; I could see many were looking at me curiously.

“Yes, except for Headmistress and wise headmistress. They have houses, but Vice-Headmistress Della lives in the suite at the top,” she replied.

Margaux had informed me about it. The three have houses on the campus, while the assistant madams and the rest live here.

Soon, we reached the first floor. I could see many girls there, coming and going out of their rooms. Talking in groups, many look at us with a surprise in their eyes.

“This is the first floor. On this floor, the trainees live; those who are new or in the first level of their training,” she informed.

“How is their living arrangement?” I asked.

“Each floor has suites. Each suites have three or four rooms along with a common room. Each room houses two people,” she replied.

“Can I see one?” I asked. She nodded and turned toward the door.

Knock Knock!

She knocked on the door.

It is opened a few seconds later by a beautiful woman of the same age as me.

She is half-elf but also has orc blood in her.

She is also from Baxzar and that place. It is easy to see with her class.

“Yes?” the woman asked with a familiar accent.

“I have been asked by the Headmistress to give a tour to Miss Dawnstar. Will you be fine, if I show her your suite and room?” asked the girl.

The woman nodded and entered inside.

The first thing I saw was the common room. There were three girls sitting inside; all of them turned to us.

They surprised me as I had thought. They would be from Baxzar as well, but no. Their classes are regular, not the Baxzar variation.

There are six doors in there. Two bathrooms and four leading to the rooms.

The woman from Baxzar; opened the door of her, which was first on the left and we could see inside.

Inside, I saw it is divided into two parts; both sides have beds, a table, and a cupboard.

One side looked more occupied; the person had been here for a longer time, than the one on the other side. That is likely the woman beside us.

The group from Baxzar, had come here a little over a week ago.

“How are you adjusting so far?” I asked, turning to the woman. She seemed surprised by the question.

“It’s very different from what I had expected, but heaven compared to hell we had been in,” she replied with her eyes becoming distant for a moment.

A few minutes later, we walked out of the suit.

“I thought, those of Lv. 20 and above, get their own personal room?” I asked.

That’s what Swan had told me.

“They do, but all the new girls. Irrespective of their level, they have to live in sharing until they complete the first semester,” replied the woman.

We climbed floor after floor. I asked the questions and looked at the girls, till we reached the top floor. The sparsest of all the floors.

Two people saw me and came. One is a teen, while the other is a woman in her late thirties.

“Miss Dawnstar,” they greeted. The woman beside me looked surprised.

“Ladies,” I replied.

“I hope, you will love it here,” said the older one. “I hope so too,” I replied.

They smiled before extending a small box. To that, I arched my brows. “It’s the key to your suite,” replied the younger one.

“Thank you,” I thanked.

“Have a good evening, Miss Dawnstar,” they said and walked away.

“They were madams,” said the woman beside me before turning to me.

“Who are you?” asked the woman, turning to me.

“Same as you. I have taken a teaching position here,” I replied, to her surprise.

I opened the box, took out the key, and walked toward door number seven this key belongs to.

Click!

I stopped beside it and entered the key, before opening the door and stepping inside.

“A four-room suite. Only vice-headmistress has it,” she said, looking at me intently. I didn’t say anything to that and explored the suite.

It has a living room, a bedroom, a guest room, and a workroom.

The furniture is beautiful, but the thing I like the most is the view of its huge balcony. It gives me a clear view of the park and the legacy.

I stayed there for a few minutes before I stepped out and got out of the building.

“What do you want to see next, Miss Dawnstar?” she asked. “The academic building,” I replied. The place, I will spend most of my time.

She nodded, and we walked toward the five-story building not far away from us.

Soon we reached it and stepped inside. What I saw couldn’t help but surprise me.

There are people, a lot of them.

“I didn’t expect to see so many girls at this time,” I said, looking at all the women.

“Since a lot of us worked in the legacy. The timing of the classes adjusted according to it,” she replied.

I nodded and walked ahead. Looking at classes that are happening right now. I didn’t do the classrooms, but I watched for minutes through the windows.

I saw girls learning instruments, literature, pottery, along with so many other things.

It shocked me because despite reading about it.

I thought they would be most focused on the things that would help them bed more people, but here I saw very few classes related to that.

“It feels like the real academy,” I said as I reached the top floor, looking at everything.

“It is,” replied the woman.

She believed that, and seeing it, I believed it too, and it is making my head spin a little because I don’t think. This should help Silver.

He should have focused on teaching them classes that would help the girls get better in business.

Here, he is teaching them things. That will make them independent. Making them leave after their contract is over.

The whores stays in the brothels despite gaining their freedom, because there is no other choice. Nobody other than brothels would hire them.

Here, they are learning skills that will help them after their contract is over, which couldn’t help, but make me think, why Silver is doing this?

Many will leave. To some, it won’t matter if it is a legacy and huge money. To some, the hope to gain a self is more than enough to abandon anything.

I am going to ask him that question.

I looked at my office on the top floor before getting out of the academic building and walking to the magic suite.

I lived in a city where there were hundreds of magic towers. So, a mere suit didn’t impress. Though, what impressed me is whores learning magic.

Swan could cast a spell. I have seen it and she isn’t the only one.

One of my mage clients had told me I have a magic talent, and they even unlocked it, but that mana attribute remained the same.

I had never got a chance to learn the magic, nor I ever thought it was a possibility until now.

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