NOVEL SIMPLE Chapter 49: Flood of Slaves.
(Celia’s POV)
Since I had saved that elf, there weren’t any more players in the city that I haven’t yet recruited. Of course, I haven’t recruited her yet, and I am also not bothering with the male players. In this entire kingdom, there should only be one more other than the elf.
Whoever that woman is, I have no idea. I just have to find her sometime later. If you’re wondering… yes. Male and female divinity is different, and you can easily tell them apart without much hassle.
At the moment, my focus should be on the slaves that will be delivered shortly to my estate. I even paid those filth extra to have them brought to my estate as fast as they could.
Deri: “My Lady… was there a reason to get so many slaves?” She asked with a slightly disappointed tone.
Celia: “With my domain, shouldn’t you be able to guess why I did buy them? Well, I will save you the effort. I didn’t wish for them to suffer as slaves, and I plan on giving them all the same offer as I have extended to so many women before them.” I explained.
Deri: “I see… Then, forgive me for thinking that you bought them for pleasure.” She said with a remorseful bow.
Celia: “Pleasure? I am no saint, and I do seek pleasure, yes. But, Deri. I’m a thoroughly married woman. So married… that I will never betray my wives.” I say with a proud tone.
This is Deri, the head maid of my estate. With Marin joining the game, I realized something amazing… Why only go after players and get them to join my guild? As such, I found every woman with potential, and got them to join as well.
With more and more powerful beings in my guild, the better my guild’s rankings will be. So far, there really isn’t that much of a benefit for this, but, according to Sava and Ria, there should be a good reason to have a high ranked guild, later in the game.
A Few Days Later.
Standing in my large courtyard… were over 1000 women. Each had confused looks on their faces, which I easily understood. If you didn’t know, the idea of lesbianism wasn’t that common in this world. There weren’t any female buyers of slaves in that place, I mean. In fact, most of the male slaves existed purely for labor.
And there wasn’t a hint of a lesbian buying a slave there. So, to these women, I might be considered a weirdo or even a pervert. The fact that there were little girls, as young as five, included in this lineup, probably didn’t win me any respect or points from them in the least.
Celia: “What happened to the elf?” I ask.
Deri: “Once she arrived at the estate, she had a very large meal, and then went to sleep. She is healthy, as we had checked her over thoroughly. The woman just must be tired.” She answered.
Celia: “Hmm… I see. Oh, well. We should let her rest as much as she wants to. After all, we do not know her story.” I reply with a nod.
Looking around, our little conversation really didn’t help ease the moods of the women now present in this courtyard. Shit… this might be a harder task than I originally thought that it would be. How the hell can I get them to trust me?…