A pair of footsteps could be heard heading towards Orsen's cell. The sun had already risen up as of now and his friend who he had met last night was nowhere to be seen in the cell. The sound stopped right in front of his cell and a pair of crimson eyes landed on Orsen's figure as they tried to decipher his state.
Orsen who had been meditating got up as his eyes landed on his unexpected visitor. A brief moment of silence reigned before He broke the silence. "May I ask why you are here?" He inquired yet he knew the answer. The person who had taken the initiative to meet him was Lirien.
With her position, she could traverse behind the scenes thus arrange such meeting but that didn't mean that she had full control of where she could go. Orsen was perceived as a local killer with a tier two ranking thus not that much of a threat. If he was stronger or well known for his misdeeds, the she wouldn't be here right now.
"I have a proposition for you." She said as her eyes surveyed every inch of the cell that he was in. It was strangely clean in comparison to the other cells that were around him. "And what would it be?" He asked. "You are a respectable business man and I think that we can reach some form of agreement.
You have to work for me and I'll get you out of your little predicament." Her voice was laced with a hint of magnamity which failed to convince Orsen.
"You do know how I operate, right? And besides, I already have a business relationship with Aleron." He said flatly. Lirien seemed to have anticipated this. "I am well aware of your relations thus I'll pay any price you have in mind. Provided that it isn't an unrealistic price." She hinted.
Orsen looked at Lirien as a playful smile etched across his face. "Very well." He agreed as he got off the ground. A guard sprung out of nowhere and opened the cell allowing Orsen to leave. There was another way for convicts to leave the cell and that was through paying a fine of 10 gold quartz which was quite high and considering Orsen's family wasn't going to chip in, well he was as good as dead.
The two got onto a carriage that was parked and set off. "I'm assuming you want me to kill someone in mind. May haps Miss Victoria?" He taunted as he looked through the window. Lirien was taken aback by his guess however she didn't express it but rather changed the subject.
"You own a potion shop on the south side of the kingdom and have a tier two rank yet you can easily take down tier five opponents without much difficulty. My question is why?"
Lirien asked as they made their way through the streets. "Just because. I don't need to explain my reasons to you."
He commented as he noticed the surroundings were getting progressively better however this wasn't the way to Maurus's manor. Reading through her mind, he deduced where they were going. Lirien along with Victoria had received some information regarding Orsen from Aleron however rather than clearing things up, it made matters even more complicated.
Now they became even more intrigued by him and started investigating about his background. They found out that the owner of the body came from a poor setting and his parents and relatives were already aware that he wasn't the same person they once knew.
The two ladies sent over to investigate his shop that he had allegedly owned however a problem arose. The people they had sent over claimed that they couldn't open the store open regardless of how much they tried thus they abandoned this idea.
The carriage came to a stop at a grand looking mansion. It wasn't as big or mysterious as Maurus's but it had its own allure.
The beautiful designs and majestic quality all from a glance was definitely a beautiful work of art. The two got off and made their way inside to realize that it was just as grand in the inside as it seemed on the outside.
The house seemed to be somewhere in the lower class if the elite part of society which was massive compared to the middle class of society and the lower class.
There were eight servants, all tier one with four male and four females as they stood at the entrance of the house except two. "This certainly is a pleasant gift." Orsen said as his eyes darted all over the place before his eyes finally landed on the servants.
"I hope it is to your liking." Lirien said as she stood back along with Orsen who looked back at her. "I take it that you already confiscated Aleron's Neural Stone Communication and killed him already." He said as he let out a small laugh.
For him, he couldn't care about Aleron dying. He had no attachments with him but he did provide him great service, like the pawn that he was supposed to be.
Lirien lowered her voice as she got closer to Orsen, "As for Victoria, I want her dead by tonight." Orsen gauged Lirien before replying. "Do you have any form of affiliations or knowledge about the Blood hearts?"
Lirien was taken aback by the sudden question. "No, sadly I haven't."
Lirien was puzzled why Orsen would ask such a question. 'If I am not mistaken, that should be a vampiric generation so why would he pursue such a matter?'
Orsen asked as he felt Lirien's intent of leaving. "As for Victoria, that can't be possible tonight." He said causing Lirien who was ready to leave stop momentarily. "I understand." She finished off before leaving.
He looked back at the servants who were slightly perplexed at the sight. 'A tier two and in the first array?' Some of them thought.
They had thought that they would be serving a powerhouse but since the house wasn't all that grand, the least they expected was a tier three but a tier two in the first array was out of their expectations. Regardless of his tier, they had to show respect to him as he was the Lord of the house.
"Follow me, my Lord." One of them spoke. Looking back, it was a male butler in his thirties. He had a calm and collected face, a proper attire for his task in black and white, black eyes which went well with his black hair.
A tier two on the third array. Orsen gave a small nod and followed him as he was given a tour of the place. He glanced around at the design as he commented on how extravagant and eye-catching it was.
Of course his mind was elsewhere and after the tour was over, he was taken to a small opening with a garden in place. He admired the flowers that were growing before dismissing Aerest back to his duties.
He sat on a chair in a gazebo as he gracefully observed the world around him emitting an unreal feeling of enigma around him. A tint of aura hung around his presence that was unable to be explained by anyone who looked at him but they would hesitate on disturbing his peace.
"Your tea." Orsen heard a voice coming from his right only to see it was Hilda. She was a tier one on the second array. She had purple eyes which went well with her purple hair which was waist level carrying a level of charm.
She seemed to be in her late twenties and a feast for the eyes. Her accentuated curves were prominently hidden by the maid outfit but her overall look wasn't all that hidden nonetheless. She had been hesitant on breaking the silence and tranquility that had been hung in the air but she had to do her job.
She was baffled by the aura a twenty two year old could have such a profound aura around him. It seemed timeless and docile. Orsen looked at her with his eyes roaming all over her body without restraint. She could feel his glare however the lustful glare was absent.
His eyes had a condescending a judgmental look hanging in them before vanishing into obscurity. "Would you like a promotion in your job?" Orsen asked as Hilda poured in the tea into his cup. "That would be too much."
She voiced however he could feel that that wasn't so. "Do you want it or not?" He asked once more. She could feel fading lack of interest in his voice. It was apparent that he would dismiss the conversation if she continued to play modest.
"Yes. I would." She said after a brief moment of silence. "He elegantly picked up his cup as he took in light sips of it. 'Straightforward and callous.' Hilda had deduced in her mind.
"Very well, then rid yourself of your clothes." Hilda's eyes twitched as she heard those words. She knew where this was heading all too well. Cases of servants being used as sex toys were extremely common with one of two outcomes.
They would be disposed of afterwards or in the more unlikely terms, they would receive bonuses such as raising their ranks in their jobs. To some degree, there were those who would fall for each other however she wasn't all that optimistic about this because she could feel the coldness from Orsen.
Regardless of what she thought of, she still had to serve her master. It was meant to be perceived as a great honor however she didn't feel it as so. She slowly undressed in the presence of Orsen till she was only left with the bare essentials covering her mounds and her slit.
Seeing the cold penetrating gaze from Orsen, she knew that she would have to continue and thus she did till she stood fully bare in front of him. Her peaks were tempting and alluring for any man to resist, her areolas were a colorful bright pink while her slit was pink and inviting.
Her breathes hastened as Orsen drew closer to her and stood right in front of her. He placed his index finger on her lips before tracing them down her body.
He pinched her nipples causing a flinching reaction from her. He ignored this before his fingers stopped right at her slit.
"Angh!" A slight exclamation escaped her lips as he pinched her clitoris. He slid his fingers up her slit as he moved them causing her to contort her facials from one of professionalism to that of pleasure and discomfort.
He removed his fingers as he inspected them. They were covered in her fluids to which she seemed distressed about. Just as she was about to talk, to her surprise, Orsen traced his fingers back into her mouth.
She understood what he was trying to do and skillfully sucked off his fingers clean to which he retracted them out if her mouth. "Put your clothes on and follow me." He said as he rubbed his fingers with his clothes.
There were pink tints in her cheeks before recalling what he had said. She had thought that he would have taken a step further but luckily he hadn't.
Just as she was about to put her clothes back on, her maid outfit was transformed into a casual beautiful dress appeared that seemed to match well with her appearance.
A staggering indigo dress which complimented her natural color. It hugged her waist perfectly giving her an air of elegance. Its designs seemed perfect for her. She hesitated as she picked up the dress.
"I can't wear this, my Lord." She said softly. She looked at Orsen who seemed unaffected by her house of words. It was clear that he wanted her to wear it regardless and thus she did. She was stunned how comfortable and luxurious it was.
The two made their way to the shop as several eyes landed on her. She felt the glare within those gazes to which she forced herself to ignore them. It wasn't long before they arrived.
She surveyed the shop as she marveled at the design. It had an air of royalty suspended within it before Orsen's words rang through her ears.
"Consider this your promotion. You will have to run this shop on my behalf since I can't always be here. I'll teach you how to make some of these potions myself." Paying closer attention to the shop, she realized the numerous vials all over the place.
Looking at them, she could feel a certain pull towards them, as if tempting her to drink them. She resisted herself from succumbing to her urge as she landed her eyes back to Orsen.
'He'll teach me how to make potions?' She thought as he summoned a cauldron.