Power of Creation

Book 2: Chapter 27

I'm saved as Aura and Grimhilde suddenly appear. They had been sitting back in the other room listening to the development here. Each girl grabs one of Ariels arms.

Well handle it.

The old mans eyes widen when he sees the horns on Grimhilde, but he otherwise remains silent as they take his daughter and a confused-looking Ariel away to the bath. One disaster is averted, at the very least.

I end up sitting uncomfortably in front of the noble while being served tea by Daisy and Sylvia. The old mans lips tighten when he sees the crass pouring techniques of Daisy and how she handles her tea. Well, its not like I even knew what aristocracy of this world considered etiquette or not. Even if I loaded them up with the etiquette of my world, it would be as strange as the etiquette of any foreign country, perhaps more so.

Still, from that standpoint, even I can tell the girls are unrefined. Sylvia snorts up a logy to spit on the floor, but then swallows when I give her a glare. Meanwhile, Daisy walks with her legs apart slightly, likely choosing to saddle walk to relieve some discomfort from the rough anal I gave her the previous night under Cindys trap.

I give the old man a sympathetic look. I just hired them.

Then they should be fired. The man sniffs, Ive seen more refined movements from my horse.

Daisy takes a step forward as if she plans to hit the old man in the face, but I cast a spell that stops her cold. It isnt anything malicious. Just a quick refresher of the things I had done to her ass under the spell. To be honest, those things are rather vanilla. Id probably do more creative things than that if I werent under a spell.

Fortunately, the old man doesnt see any of this, as they are behind him at the time. It succeeds in controlling their behavior, so I am fine with it.

I prefer to train my staff from the beginning. Rather than find one stuck in their ways, I find it more satisfying to mold someone untrained to my tastes. You explain my philosophy on women as much as on staff.

Hm. I suppose so. He looks like he wants to say more but doesnt, leading back to an uncomfortable silence.

So, you see I start to explain, Eh, actually, I dont believe I caught your name, Mr. Rhysemen?

Mr. Rhysemen shall suffice. The old man shook his head. Shall we not pretend these pleasantries any longer? As far as Im concerned, you are a squatter on my property. I find it unlikely that you have any nobility here. Your maid staff are clearly just people you pulled off the street.

I scratch my cheek. He isnt wrong.

Well

He interrupts me, Claiming to house the Princess Ariel and Queen Aura is in poor tastes. I happen to know that the King is a widow, both died in a freak magical accident.

Ah, I recall casting a spell that made people think that. I worried it had misfired when Elysa was still aware of their existence, but it seems to be in effect. That created some problems, but it seems like a lot of work to address them so Ill wait it out until it becomes plot relevant.

About that

I would even question the possibility you are an inexperienced Knight that happened across some money. I suspect instead you are a thief who robbed a noble, just as you are trying to rip off my family. Id advise you to move along before I alert the proper authorities. Even if you are honest, and I doubt it, with money in the right pockets that can change quickly, cant it?

What is this guy even saying? He accuses me of being a thief and in the same breath suggests bribing people to have me illegally convicted? Ah, well, my patience has just reached an end.