Seraphiel quickly dashed out of my lap and stood behind me with a downcast look. Kaelira followed her example after putting her plate in front of me as if I was eating multiple meals at once.
The door was then forced open, and I was greeted by two black haired women glaring at me as if I’d just killed their family pet.
One had a long hair and she wore a very slutty eastern-themed dress, most likely a Fujimori export. Ayame’s old clan made a lot of money from exporting their crafted items, be they armor, weapons, or even civilian clothes like this one. This girl had a very bratty expression, it only took me a single glance to know that she was a real troublemaker.
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The other wore a much colder expression and had shorter hair. Her eyes analyzed me as if I was worse than trash, it didn’t take a genius to figure out that she was a real egotist who thought the world revolved around her. She wore a tight black leather dress that hid a bit more skin than the other woman’s but not by much.
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Both were real lookers, but the air around them made me instantly lose any semblance of interest I may’ve had for them.
I glanced behind the pair and saw a whole team of extremely well-geared team of guards. These two must’ve been the daughters of very resourceful parents.
“I’m very sorry, young master…” A waitress cried dejectedly from behind the wall of guards. She was blocked so badly that I couldn’t even see her, save for her feet as she was doing her best to jump high enough to see what was going on…
So that’s how it is.
Back when I met Cedric for the first time, I thought that I had my first real encounter with a young master since getting transmigrated to the world of Thalorind. However, he was a rather mild one at that, and since then he’d calmed down a lot, mostly due to the severe beatings I’d given him during the Phenom Trials.
These two girls however… They were the real deal. Just one look was enough to know that they were the real young masters, or rather young mistresses of noble lineage – entitled, bratty, and oozing privilege.
The restaurant we were in was one of the most prestigious ones, and because I was in my Black the rich cunt persona, I felt obligated to go to a posh place like this. However, I wasn’t aware of the private room I was given being frequented by these two.
“Young ladies, what might be the issue?”
I spoke up, electing to be diplomatic for the time being. I needed to collect more information.
“You took our seats.” The colder of the two decreed.
“Yes, yes! So get your ugly masked asses out of here!!” The bratty one yelled with an arrogant grin.
“Aren’t you two severely under-dressed kids the daughters of the Greenvale duke?” Jasmine spoke up. She used her given spoiled persona as well, but I could sense apprehension in her entire body. She was just a criminal merchant girl who was currently talking to two high nobles, with a condescending tone as well.
This was trouble.
If there was one crime worse than assaulting a noble – either in a physical or verbal manner – it would have to be commoners pretending to be nobility.
Our current actions were worse than slaughtering an entire village of commoners, according to the laws of the kingdom, thus Jasmine couldn’t help but feel worried. Explore more at empire
The sight of their guards didn’t give me much confidence either. They must’ve been around my level at least.
“I’m not an under-dressed kid, bitch, but that’s right! The Greenvale Duke is none other than Papa!” The bratty one shot back, confirming Jasmine’s thoughts.
As a person who’d been living in the Greenvale duchy since my transmigration all those months ago, I’d also heard about them.
I stood from my seat and walked up to the two women. Due to my tall height and their rather short stature, both had to angle their necks to continue looking into my face, which seemingly annoyed the cold one to no end while the brat’s grin widened even further for some reason.
“You must be Vivienne,” I said to the brat, then I turned my gaze on the cold girl, “then you would have to be Amara. Am I correct in my assumption?”
“Aren’t you a noble? What kind of a countryside bumpkin uses only first names? I’m Amara Valessia Arvanelle Greenvale.”
“My name is Black, a pleasure to meet you two, Amara and Vivienne.” I ignored Amara’s declaration, I couldn’t be bothered to uphold noble decorum.
In the first place, while I was pretending to be a noble, I didn’t want to outright admit to being a noble, as that would be a crime worse than killing a noble. If I only paraded myself around like a noble without claiming to be one, then I had plausible deniability on my side.
I could even produce Seraphiel’s papers which stated that I bought her legally. She and Kaelira were just props to make me look good, the law didn’t state that only nobles could have gorgeous elven sex slaves or dress fashionably.
Amara’s features turned dark as a strong scoff left her lips, which elicited Vivienne to begin giggling at her sister’s annoyance.
Luckily, the guards seemed intent on letting the ladies deal with me, they showed no signs of wishing to put me in my place, which was most certainly due to my appearance working as intended. They thought that I was a high noble, so they couldn’t just attack me for speaking with slight disrespect to another high noble. There needed to be more reason to validate such a strong response.
Vivienne glanced around the room while her sister was brewing with spite and fury, and her eyes landed on my two elves. After eyeing them for a few good moments, her gaze remained fixated on Kaelira in particular.
“I don’t know why you feel a need to hide your identity, but you most certainly have a good taste in slaves!” she decreed before adding, “Lord Black, would you be interested in a swap? I’ll give you three of my level thirty guards in exchange for the elf with the blue hair and sexy chest. I so want to lick her abs! They look absolutely delicious.” The bratty woman then began licking her lips while eyeing Kaelira’s chest as if it was the most tantalizing meal she’d ever seen.