Volume 3 Chapter 46 The Witch’s Overly Mischievous Prank I
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”‘Well then, good night, Lord Kian’.”
”‘I asked Natra to send a message’.”
”‘Got it’.”
After a brief chat with the witch, he climbed into the lady’s carriage that was parked at the back of the arena.
Inside, it was much smaller and darker than Priscilla’s carriage.
He sat next to the lady who had entered first, and a sweet smell like honey surrounded her.
She must use fancy honey products for her beauty.
Her perfume also had a scent close to honey.
From her choice of things, it seemed she was older than Kian.
”Excuse me.”
”Oh, please, don’t hold back. Hehe.”
Since it was his first experience being bought as a s*x slave, he didn’t know what to say at times like this.
He decided to imagine how a lost slave would feel and went for a safe comment.
”Thank you for buying me, ma’am.”
”Fhana.”
The lady took off the white mask that covered her eyes.
From below, gentle eyebrows framed a kind-looking face.
She didn’t look like someone who would cheat, that’s for sure.
She seemed like a beautiful housewife you’d see anywhere.
”Lady Fhana.”
”Yes. Just call me that casually.”
”To be honest, I’m here only to fight as a gladiator. So I really don’t know how to act now that I’m bought as a s*x slave.”
”You don’t need to be so stiff.”
The carriage started moving, and the lady said this while holding onto the armrest.
”Ah, but um, I might need you to keep that part stiff.”
”Once you relax, I think it will get hard naturally.”
”Then let’s start talking to help you relax. Hey, you were introduced in the arena as someone who killed 5 hundred Franzians during a war. Is that true?”
”No way. If I were such a dangerous person, Ms. Priscilla wouldn’t loan me out. If I started causing a scene during s*x, it would be a big problem, right? These chains won’t hold me.”
Kian said this while playfully shaking the silver chains that had magic language.
If he wanted, he could escape his restraints without using magic.
Fhana giggled softly.
”Oh, dangerous gladiators are popular in Châtillon. They say it’s exciting to have s*x with someone who could kill you. I’m not really sure why, though.”
”Is this your first affair with a gladiator?”
”Yes, it is. Before this, it was just the vendors who came by and the occasional knight who worked for my husband. The biggest one was probably the old man selling alum. He had amazing techniques, and I got addicted for a while… but he didn’t have the stamina to keep it going.”
”What was your husband’s knight like?”
”He was small. But being young, his reactions were cute.”
Listening to her, he couldn’t believe the conversation they were having.
But surprisingly, Lady Fhana seemed to enjoy talking about dirty topics and joined in happily.
After all, dirty talk is a safe topic in any country.
But they should be careful not to go too far.
”Your skin is so beautiful. You look just like a teenage girl.”
”Well, I’m 34 this year. It sounds like a lie to be called a teenager.”
”It’s true. You seem calm and mature, but your skin is well cared for, and your hair is lovely. The dress has cute ribbons, and you look just like a pure maiden.”
”I embroidered this myself. I’m glad you like it.”
The lady placed her hand to her mouth and giggled.
She had wrinkles at the corners of her eyes that made her seem charming.
”How old do you think I look, Lady Fhana?”
”Huh? …Twenty, or maybe 21. No, I guess 22?”
”Wrong!”
”Um… you’re right. I guess you seem a little too calm for that. 27?”
”I’ll let you know the right answer when you leave tonight.”
”Oh, please tell me now! I’m so curious. You must still be in your twenties. Your skin radiates youth.”
”I’m younger than you, Lady Fhana.”
”I knew it! I felt that way. I like younger men more than older ones~. I can tell by their smell. When I saw Mr. Kian, I felt a spark!”
’What a pointless conversation.’
(Don’t say that. Flirting with a girl needs this kind of talk.)
By the way, to become an advanced-rank apostle in Azrael, learning how to talk like this was a must.
”Charm someone of the opposite s*x within an hour of meeting them!” was the goal.
Kian was self-taught, but Natra, Rufna, and Sarah had probably received that training.
Kian continued with a smile.
”You’re not from Châtillon, are you, Ms. Fhana?”
”Well, how did you know?”
”Your name sounds more like it belongs near the royal capital.”
”Correct. I was born in the royal capital~. I’m the second daughter of a cardinal from the Western Church.”
”Did you move to Châtillon because of marriage?”
After asking, Kian noticed Fhana’s face darken, so it seemed this topic wasn’t good.
Their relationship must be cold; she probably didn’t want this marriage from the start.
But, for a cardinal’s second daughter, having the wish for a desired marriage would be rare.
Kian quickly decided to change the subject.
”The royal capital of Franz must be beautiful. I haven’t been there, but travelers all praise the grandeur of the royal castle walls. Is it more beautiful than Izerland fortress?”
”Yes, it’s beautiful. Izerland fortress is all white, but the royal capital is vibrant with gold and blue paint. People here say Izerland is prettier, but I definitely prefer the royal capital.”
”I want to visit one day. I only know the town of Azrael and this area around Châtillon.”
”What is Azrael like~?”
”This land has few changes, just rocks and gravel. But it faces the sea and is on land trade routes, so many different people and races come here. It’s a fun place. Only in Azrael can you taste food from both the East and West.”
”Well…”
(This topic is interesting. Maybe I should talk more about it.)
Kian decided to keep his bright smile while telling Mrs. Fhana funny stories about Azrael, mixing truth and fiction.
Ms. Fhana seemed hungry for entertainment and had a strong longing for the outside world.
She listened with shining eyes when he spoke about rough and unrefined outsider topics.
After talking for about 15 minutes in the carriage, Kian got a good sense of her interests and preferences.
”Wonderful! Mr. Kian, you know a lot about Azrael’s architecture! Were you really a war slave? Or maybe… are you actually from the upper class of Azrael?”
”That’s a secret.”
”So many secrets! But a mysterious man is so charming~. Much more attractive than a guy who only talks about politics and blacksmithing.”
(Does her husband like talking about politics and blacksmithing? Maybe he’s an important person in the blacksmith guild or a high-ranking official in Châtillon. He probably has more money if he’s the former.)
”By the way, how did you meet Ms. Priscilla, Ms. Fhana? My friends say she usually hides in the library. If the rumors are true, she must be hard to meet.”
”Priscilla is my sister-in-law.”
”Huh?”
”Priscilla is my husband’s sister. I met her when I moved here. She used to go to the academy in the royal capital, so we have a lot to talk about. We often get to be together in social events. Even though there’s an age gap, it feels more like close friends than sisters-in-law.”
”Oh, really…”
(Wait? Something feels…)
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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