Chapter 02: Choice

    Edited by Waylon Altizer. 14th Feb.

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    Carla opened the office door, and we walked inside.

    The office was located in the tower of the left wing of the mansion and was quite spacious, comparable in size to my uncle''s corner office in the firm.

    The best feature of the office was its view. The window offered a clear view of the garden and gate, and from my seat, I could easily observe who was entering and exiting the mansion.

    I took my seat behind the desk while Carla sat opposite me. The table was neatly organized, with all the necessary files in place.

    I took the first file and began to read.

    Even after my father passed away, Carla continued to send me reports, and I had read them all in advance of my arrival. The information in the files was consistent and without any discrepancies. It took me just an hour to review the files, thanks to their clear and organized presentation.

    "Carla, bring the girls to my office; there is something I need to talk to them about," I said, putting down the files. She clearly had questions and wanted to ask me but refrained as she eased her expressions.

    "Yes, Master Silver." She replied.

    As she turned toward the door, I could not help myself but steal a glance at her, her black dress hugging her tightly, accentuating her hourglass figure and drawing the eye to her round bottom.

    After she left, I retrieved the proposal I had made for the girls from my bag.

    When I first received this class one month ago, I was angry and felt as if my world had crumbled. It wasn''t even the first time that month I felt powerless.

    Weeks before, I witnessed my father murdered in front of me, decapitated. I doubt the image of his head falling and the blood showering me will ever fade.

    It took me over a week to soothe myself and rationally consider the future, and I realized that things were not as bleak as they had initially appeared.

    There are a few issues with my condition, the primary one being the base class. It is a permanent fixture in my life, and I cannot choose another or decline it. Though modifications can be made, they can combine with other classes or evolve into a more advanced version.

    The second issue is equally, if not more, challenging as my permanent class, as my survival depends on it.

    It is this city, Greltheaven, named after the prince who built it.

    It was built in the last two years by the fourth prince in the new region of Renwall conquered from the kingdom of Tabes.

    Those bastards are hell-bent on recapturing their territory.

    The territory is massive, equivalent in size to a small kingdom, but it is a barren wasteland where nothing grows except for small pockets of green. Despite its inhospitable environment, it is immensely valuable due to the presence of low-level magic crystals, which are the region''s primary export.

    This recently acquired region is located near merchant city-states. Until recently, the Empire has been in conflict with these city-states ranging from military war to trade war.

    The worst part is that with this territory, the Empire has acquired a new and formidable neighbor, Navr, a necromantic kingdom ruled by three supreme liches.

    Their undead tides are horrifying. The dead know no mercy. During their assaults, they spare no sympathy for women or children.

    The Renwall region was devastated by an undead horde from Navr three years ago, which is the reason why the Empire was able to capture it in one fell swoop from Tabes.

    There is another problem, which is not only a problem of this city or me but every person in the empire.

    The Emperor''s days were numbered; he was already over one hundred fifty years old, and if rumors were to be believed, he would pass away within five years.

    The crown prince was incapable of suppressing his siblings, who were also competing for the throne, including the fourth prince who had constructed this city.

    Should a conflict erupt within the Empire between its own people and princes, there are many opportunistic factions that would not hesitate to take advantage.

    Despite the concerns of the city and the Empire, there is a reason that the fourth prince built this city at great risk.

    The city is situated in a prime location along the banks of the Trollmouth river, which flows through several merchant city-states. These city-states were where the Emperor had sent his ambassadors to improve relations and resolve the trade war.

    The trade war will not be resolved overnight, even merchants have limits, but there will be some easing of tensions. This is beneficial for both parties; merchants always want to trade, and the Emperor wants to have one less enemy, especially in the upcoming period.

    Nevertheless, the slight improvement in relations will greatly benefit this city because there are two ways into the Empire; one by sea and the other by a river. If my assumption is correct, then the first city-state to normalize relations will be Meldhorn, a city-state also along the Trollmouth river.

    The city-states are incredibly wealthy, and even if trade from one city-state flowed into Greltheaven, it would change the city dramatically. The fourth prince is counting on this, and so am I.

    ....

    "Oh, look, she has finally descended, and she looks tirrred," hollered a woman in her early thirties as Carla came down the stairs to the basement floor where the girls live.

    Nearly all of them were seated in the small common room, half of them sitting on the laps of others, talking and laughing. It is the only place they could do such things.

    "Oh shush, Ina, be polite to Madam Carla, or she will not tell you all the juicy things she has done with master Silver." said another woman in a totally serious voice, but everyone could sense the teasing, and even Carla rolled her eyes.

    Carla came down and sat on the only empty chair there was. It was kept for her. It is a chair for the Madam, and as was the custom, nobody sits on the Madam''s chair.

    "My dear friends, I was working, not wrestling under the sheets," she said as she laid back in her chair.

    "Whole afternoon and evening?" asked Ina. "Yes, the whole afternoon and evening." She replied, but nobody seemed to believe it.

    "He had thousands of questions. Now I know how Madam Charline had felt when he asked her all those questions," she added and massaged her head.

    Madam Charline was her old boss back in Redfawn. About a year ago, he invited her and asked many of these questions. She still remembers how annoyed she had been when she returned. She said she would rather fuck a hundred men in a day than answer more of the boss''s son''s stupid questions.

    "What sort of questions did he ask?" asked one of the younger girls named Lyra. "All sorts, from embarrassing to serious; he even gave me the list of questions that you all have will have to answer, at least those who choose to stay," she said and pulled out a stack of papers, but nobody looked at them.

    She had said the words that had been hanging on everyone''s mind since the morning. The important choice they have to make.

    "Were you able to find out anything, Carla?" asked Margaux, to which she shook her head. "No, he had been very tight-lipped about it," she said, and silence descended for a few seconds.

    "What do you think about his offer? Do you think it is the truth or some cruel joke?" asked the woman, Rena.

    She did not answer the question immediately, as she was also unsure about it, but in the end, she decided to listen to her heart as it was the only thing that gave her the right counsel.

    "I think it is true. There is no deception hidden in his offer as far as I could tell," she replied and could see many women relieved at her words.

    "Though, I would suggest not taking the offer," she said, and the whole room quieted down.

    "It is freedom, Carla. You might not value it, but we do, and we are even getting a thousand crowns, which will be enough for us to last a year if we are frugal in spending," said Lola angrily, voicing the thoughts of many other women.

    "Exactly," she affirmed, and the women''s gazes became confused at her answer.

    "You will get a thousand crowns when you leave, and with a little bit of savings that you have, you all will be able to live one year, two at most.”

    "But then what?" she asked as she looked at all the girls. "Nearly all of us have a base class related to prostitution, which easily blocks us from working at any other place; even the skanky bars will not take us.”

    "As for returning to families, most of us know how that will end," she said, and a mirthless smile appeared on the faces of a few girls.

    Half of them don''t have families, and those who do have them did not have a good experience. Many of them were sold into prostitution by their own families or sold themselves into prostitution for their families.

    Many of them had gained freedom and returned to their families, but they did not receive the welcome they hoped to get.

    Forget an opened-armed embrace. They did not even get to step into the boundary of their homes before being thrown out.

    It is said that once one becomes a prostitute, they are a prostitute for life; there is no escaping that fate.

    It is not far from the truth. Those who left the business always came back to it. Carla herself had done that a few years ago when she served her contract but returned to life shortly after.

    Her condition was not bad at all, but she found how hard it was for a whore to live outside, and compared to life, the whore house, the den of exploitation, felt easy, familiar, and comfortable.

    "I will be taking the offer. With the savings I have, I will be able to live a few years without worry,” said Lola.

    “I am sure, in that time, I will be able to find something useful for myself to do.”

    "Then I will wish you good luck and offer you a suggestion if you are willing to listen," said Carla. She had known Lola for more than a decade, and someone she was proud to call a friend.

    "I hope you will read the new contract before you make a decision to leave," she advised. "Do you know something about the new contract?" asked Lola, whose eyes lit up hearing the suggestion.

    "No, I do not, but I feel like all you should make a decision after reading the contract," she said and could see disappointment clouding the eyes of many women.

    "You''re asking us to walk away from a thousand crowns, Carla," said Lola softly. "Yes," Carla said.

    Carla did not say anything further; she had told them what she knew and felt. The decision is now theirs to make.