City of Desire [Kingdom Building]

"Please enjoy and if you need anything call me," said Stanol as sat us at our place, before walking away.

A few seconds later, the server came, bringing our usual order of drinks.

"Have you talked to Carla?" asked Cath. "Yes, just before I left my room in the morning," I replied.

"How is she doing?" she asked. "Some success, some failures," I replied.

Carla is in the empire. To most, she is delivering the invitations personally, but there is another thing she is doing. It would help the legacy if they were able to get those things.

"I wish, she had been here," said Cath, with her shoulder hunched.

"You will not be alone. I will be with you and help is coming tomorrow," I replied to her.

Selecting the staff is a tremendous responsibility, but Master Silver had chosen wisely in sending her. The girl may not have the confidence in herself, but she is good.

She will excellent job.

We were talking when suddenly a raven-haired woman in her mid-twenties, wearing a maid uniform, appeared beside us.

We stopped and turned to the woman.

"Apologies, respectful misses, but my mistress wishes to talk to you both," said the raven-haired woman.

"And who would that be?" asked Cath. "Countess Rochefort," replied the woman. Cath's expression changed faintly, while curiosity appeared in mine.

She looked at me, and I turned to the maid.

"Sure," I replied.

If the information I read is right. Then her husband is Count Tarum, and their territory lies in the east of Beyhelm duchy. They are one of the most powerful nobles in the kingdom.

The maid nodded and walked away toward the group of three men and two women.

As the maid reached there, the older woman said to the group before getting up with the younger woman.

Soon, they were beside us and we got up.

"Countess, my lady," we greeted the countess and her daughter, while people watched, including the three they were sitting with.

The Countess Rochefort is a beautiful woman in her late forties, with pale skin and coppery red hair.

She had a delicate face, a small nose, and blue eyes. That seemed to hold more intelligence than one would expect from the beautiful woman.

The young woman beside her was in her early twenties. She is taller than her mother, but inheritance her coppery red hair and delicate face and has a youthful charm.

"Thank you for agreeing to meet me, Miss Swan, Miss Arga," said the countess in a husky voice.

"It's no bother, my lady," I replied as we sat down.

"This is my daughter, Lady Karin, and the reason I wanted to meet you both." She said.

We didn't speak and just looked at the women.

"In half a year, she is going to be countess of her right with her marriage with Count Darsil," she informed with joy lightning on her face.

It's a good match. We have heard it since we came. The territory of Count Darsil may not be as powerful, but it is big, and the man is related to the crown.

Everyone is related to the crown in a kingdom like this, but his connection is closer.

Count Dasil's mother is a king's illegitimate sister.

"Congratulation, my lady," we congratulated, and the young woman smiled shily.

"My daughter is born with good looks, but I need her to look even better on her wedding day. So, I hope to book your spa, for her and the wedding party."

"I hope, that would be possible?" she asked politely.

I am not surprised.

These nobles would talk, if they needed something and the things they need are in the legacy.

"How big is a wedding party?" asked Cath. "Around the fifty people and we would want the best treatment you have; the best one will be for my daughter, of course," she replied.

"The spa is booked for years," I replied, and their expressions changed a little and the woman opened her mouth when I spoke again.

"But of course, we will make an exception for the beautiful bride."

"I can't promise you the booking, since it is not department, but I will put a good word to Miss Hanson. I am sure, you will be able to get the booking," I added.

The spa is really booked for the years, but there is space open for people like them.

They are rich, and they do not have any problem with paying for the most expensive treatments, but it's not the main reason, we always have space for them.

The main reason is their appearances provide the advertisements.

I was confused when Master Silver told me that. Seeing we do not need an advertisement. We have the legacy and with years a long waiting line.

That's when he said something that made my perspective widen.

'It is not the advertisement for the legacy, but for the city,' he said.

Since he had become a lord of Greltheaven, everything he was doing was for the city and its people. Even the legacy had become a tool to make the city prosper.

The legacy is the biggest reason. The city is still standing and growing so rapidly.

If the city prospers, the legacy will prosper too and so will the people working in it. It is a big symbiotic relationship where everything is related to everything.

"Thank you, Miss Swan, Miss Arga," said Countess and left with her daughter.

"The woman and her good. There was no contempt and arrogance in her," said Cath after a few seconds.

"The intelligent nobles are the most dangerous ones."

"They will be polite and talk sweetly with you one day and burrow a knife into your back the next," I replied, quoting what Thaddeus once said to me.

She shuddered at hearing that.

The countess had made an effort because we had something. We are in this very place because we are something.

If we were common whores like before. We wouldn't have even been able to see the legacy from a distance like the tourists.

The guards would have sensed us and shooed us away.

Soon, we finished our drinks and walked into our rooms. There are twelve rooms in this legacy; only for the very special guests, we got three.

It is an honor a few gets. Even for nobles, one would need to be sufficiently powerful to get room.

Master Silver had no interest in making rooms on the legacy right now.

Some had broached the idea, but he shut it down. Saying he would think about it if the legacy had ever reached the Grade IV.

Click!

I entered my room. It's a normal size, with a beautiful bathroom attached to it.

I stopped by the window and looked at the beautiful view of the city. Bayhelm. It's the second most beautiful port city, I have seen after Namdar.

The casino is on top of the till, giving a mesmerizing view of the city.

I looked for a few minutes before I took out the tools. Soon, a canvas with an unfinished painting appeared in front of me.

I looked at it before starting to resume painting it.

I have started on the first; I came here. I usually do not do this, but the view is too beautiful, to not paint it.

There is another painting at home; a blank canvas, to be more exact. I want to paint the picture, I have in my mind, but every time, I do my hands shake.

If ever I am able to paint it. It will be my best work.

Knock!

Time passed and stars and moon appeared in the sky, while I looked at the beautiful painting in front of me.

I finished it, and it looked look good.

Knock Knock!

I was looking at it when the knock rang out.

Seeing that, I activated my skill and all the paint covering me. flowed out, along with dust, while my hair fixed itself and creases on my dress vanished.

Click!

I opened the door and saw Hendricks and Cath standing on the other side. I didn't say anything and stepped out, with the door closing behind me.

"Lord Silver had approved the contract. Lord Halcyon has accepted it," he informed.

Now, only the signing had remained.

Soon, we reached the beautifully carved red-wood door. The guards opened it, and we stepped inside.

There were four people inside. Three Halcyons and Lord Danis, the guardian. I thought there would be more, Lord Halcyon's two sons, but it seemed like, he hadn't invited them.

We bowed before Hendriks took out the scroll. While Danis turned to me. I smiled before taking out the brown box and handed it to him.

Click!

He opened it and inside were fifty bottles of Grade III essence.

"Silver is good. I thought he would hand over mixed emotions essence," said Danis, looking at bottles. Each of them holds the essence of a single emotion.

"The control of your lord over his legacy is fantastic. Usually, it takes years for the host to gain such control to draw out the essence," praised Lord Halcyon.

He took the scroll from Danis and read through it all before placing it down.

He used the small knife to puncture his finger and draw out a drop of blood into the ink bowl and mixed it, before dipping the pen and signing the scroll.

He passed it to his daughter. She read the scroll carefully, before signing it with the blood.

The third was his grandson.

Then the scroll came to us. I signed with my blood and also added the power of the velvet garden to it through the authority I have.

It would have been fine. If I didn't do that; the scroll had a drop of the core essence of the velvet garden in it.

Hendriks signed the next and then it was Cath, before finally it went to Danis. The man took his sweet time in reading the scroll, despite already reading and approving it.

It took a while before he finally signed it.

"I will put in the legacy," said Lord Halcyon with his eyes becoming watery.

Seeing that, his daughter took his hand in hers and pressed it.

The old man smiled, before everything turned dark, before a massive gambling chip appeared in front of us.

I am not surprised; it is in the form of a chip. The core represents the legacy and since it is a casino; it's a chip.

The core of the velvet garden is the sun, and I still don't understand what it means, but I felt the grandness of it.

It is smaller and weaker because of being newly advanced, but gives a feeling like it could take the entire world.

It's likely why, velvet garden could do so much.

Have a brothel, restaurants, and stores, and now it will have a casino, without any restriction, because its vision envelopes it all.

The chip is massive with each color on its boundaries.

They do not move or mix with each other, unlike what happens with the velvet gardens and sun. The colors are always changing, mixing, and merging.

It's amazing to watch.

This core is also beautiful, but not as the core of the velvet garden.

It is also the waning core. The faint greyness around the core means it will truly die. It cannot be a pawn of the throne legacies, nor it could merge with other legacies.

It is quite sad to see it. The pain in the eyes of the old man is unbearable to watch as he looks at his legacy.

"Miss Swan, what is the core of your legacy?" asked Danis.

The man is really rude. This is one of the secrets of the legacy; the hosts don't tell others. Especially not someone from a different kingdom.

Even Lord Halcyon looked angry at that.

"I will place, the contract inside now," said Lord Halcyon with tears streaming down on his face.

A moment later, the scroll flew away from his hand and entered the chip.

A whole chip core shone, while a faint confusion appeared in the eyes of the old man as if he sensed something, but couldn't put his mind to it.

However, a moment later, he just shook his head and turned to me.

"My legacy is in your lord's hands now, I hope he will take good care of it," said the old man.

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"It's done," informed Caena as the phantom scroll appeared inside the colorless planet.

It's an enormous risk with the scroll.

It not only has a drop of core essence but also Caena's spell.

The whole scroll is a witchcraft spell. If found out, it would bring me a lot of trouble.

I just hope that drop of the core essence would be able to hide it. Even from Halcyon, which is difficult considering the core has connected to him and he could sense all the changes.

We wouldn't have taken the risk, but it's the core of the biggest Grade III legacy on the continent.

It contains a massive essence, that will help me and my legacy tremendously.

 

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