Maarkus found nothing out of the ordinary, be it about my house, the entertainnt automatons, or even . He was a competent exorcist and had dealt with several ghosts, but it seed like I was either insane or these ghostly beings were simply that good at hiding their presence… For the automatons, I figured that it could have been–As Leton would have called it–A glitch in their MI, but the masked prowler that I had seen?
I couldn’t be insane, so he had to be real, but although many people had seen him in the past, these bizarre apparitions had only been witnessed by , even when in a public setting where many other people should have clearly seen the guy standing around and just being a creep in general… I was seeing him more and more.
When I would have a window within sight, it was pretty fifty-fifty on whether he would be staring at through it or not. He peered around corners, opened doors inside my house… It was getting annoying. Especially since the critter was afraid of . He always kept his distance or made sure that sothing would be standing between us.
He was nothing more than a cowardly stalker…
Any ti I would look his way, his head would start shaking and twisting around. I would feel like sothing tried to speak to directly inside my head, but I simply wouldn’t allow it to happen. A strong will was required to be a knight, and I had graduated with flying colours. A little spirit who wet his pants whenever I took one step toward him wasn’t going to be able to do jackshit to .
…This went on for months on end while the damned court case dragged its feet. I swear, I was spending more ti sitting in this place than with my own thoughts at this point. Even when there would be a pause, this court case would continue bearing its weight on my mind… My only escape from it all was working–On my new location, in particular. I had been working hard on building my clown gals.
I had all the materials and tools I needed. Enough to retry from scratch several tis over if necessary. From the steel to the stretchy material that was going to beco the skin of my chanical girls… Everything was here at my disposal. My mind felt sharper than ever. The chanical problems that stood in my way felt insignificant.
Truly, it was as though I had inherited my brother’s talent as a chanist. Even the creation of the unique MIs for each of the automatons felt so utterly simplistic… The only problem was that I would lose track of ti and often lose several nights of sleep in a row. Which wasn’t great when I kept having to show up to court and make a good impression. All the while forcing myself to show up at the main location and so of the other restaurants to make sure everything was working out just fine…
I eventually decided to take a little break from working while the court case was ‘paused’ for the tenth ti now. There was one thing I knew I needed dearly–A man. This empty ho made feel oppressed, and it had nothing to do with the damned ghost. The emptiness was great when Leton was still alive, but now that I am without a blood bond, it all just feels unnaturally hollow.
Familial bonds were of trendous importance to . No amount of friendship could solve the issue that I had. I needed a man willing to put a ring on my finger, but there was a reason why I was still single after so long. Actually finding a man who was good enough for was a challenge.
I wasn’t like Eleanori, who could settle for so random guard without any good qualities. I had standards that were naturally befitting of my status. I required a man of superior quality–Which was incredibly difficult to find. I had had many dates, and none of them had ever resulted in a second date.
So said that I was too picky, but if anything, I felt like I was being way more open to accepting flaws, even though my inherent value as a wife ant that I should be aiming much higher. I did not an to brag or anything, but I was a gorgeous woman in perfect health. I was of the upper bourgeoisie, as rich and respected as so nobles, I was a certified knight, and I was the owner of the most successful restaurant chain in the whole alliance of kingdoms, and perhaps even the whole continent! I was responsible for creating thousands of jobs for humans, beastfolks, demons, and much more! If that did not make a high-value woman, what could? With such a track record, I should have greater nobles trying to put a ring on my finger, so what the hell was the problem?
Logic and reason dictated that I should be coveted. Is it because I wasn’t all that young anymore? I still looked youthful. My knight training had preserved like I was still at my peak, and as far as I was aware, I should be perfectly fertile.
So… What was the problem here? Why did I mostly attract rejects who wanted to step all over them and to refer to like I was their mother? Did the n that I desire just like smaller, frailer won? Or did I perhaps not inspire much confidence in the role of a wife? Maybe my deanour was a bit too much and scared off potential suitors? I guess I could see a reality where that was the case…
Urgh… This is annoying. I was even a damned genius of all that is chanical now, and–Hold on a second. Mmh… I had been alive for a while now, but I had never done as much as hold a man’s hand or have my first kiss. Could it be that I was suffering from the condition known as ‘frustration’? Was I starving for so intimate contact? Had I been able to ignore it until now because I had a blood connection to focus on? Shit.
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I am planning to keep all of this for the man who will marry and give children. I can’t just go out and find so random guy to vent what was probably more than a decade of my life without romantic affection.
Should I build a robot…? No. That’s absurd. I guess it’s ti for to go hunting on dates, then. I’ll ask Poppy to talk to her husband. He is a noble. He should have a list of attractive, single noblen that I could talk to–All nobles have those to know who they can marry their spawnlings to, right?
I went for it, deciding to organise the dates inside one of my restaurants, using a private dining room. This way, I could introduce them to my business firsthand and also show them how great a cook I was. Noblen probably didn’t expect their wives to actually cook anything when they had armies of servants, but I felt like it was best to really show all of my cards. In case I found a good one, I really needed to make sure he wasn’t going to escape .
I realised that there were quite a lot of available noblen. Ranging from small nobles to greater nobles, from young scions looking to get married and start a family, to older gentlen who were widowers and felt like a new, young and energetic wife was what they needed–And also the ones who weren't available at all but were still trying their chances.
It went without explanation that the third category I was not interested in at all. I wasn’t looking to be a damned lover. I wanted to be the main and only woman. If you want , then you'd better be prepared to have only and no one else, lest you’re looking to find out the many ways I can shorten your lifespan to zero.
When it ca to the first two categories, though. I frankly didn’t mind so of the older n. Nobles were typically youthful-looking, even if they were quite old, and frankly, so of them had a mature allure that I quite liked… I an, an older nobleman who was the patriarch of his bloodline? Instantly attractive. It ant power, authority, all that good stuff. It had at least implied that he wasn’t going to be the sort of wimp who wanted to squeeze his head in between my thighs.
…Well, it implied it for sure, but… I guess a lot more n are into this stuff than I thought? I feel like I’ll have to do stuff like this even if I pick the toughest, most rugged one I can find. I suppose I could make a concession as long as he is capable of actually exerting so authority over .
As much as quite a few of them made a good impression, none truly felt suitable for . Also, there were those who made a terrible impression, just as the one who groped . Not that I dislike the confidence, but that was more sothing that you should try after a good date, not as you are saying hello. That’s just being impolite.
I went through many dates without anything sticking, until I was once again called back to the court for yet another boring, aningless exchange of words. I appreciated the job my attorney was putting in, but these endless, drawn-out debates were tireso. Nothing was making this case progress for either of the parties, and I could see that Eleanori was getting tired of it all as well.
…I can feel it. She’s going to try sothing stupid, isn’t she?
I didn’t know why I felt so confident about it, but it was like I could feel her boiling anger. She wanted the money. She wanted it dearly and was impatient for what she believed to truly be hers and hers alone.
This greedy, avaricious bitch…
Eleanori and her man approached at the end of the trial in front of the courthouse.
“Listen, this nonsense has been going on for too long. I hate it, you probably hate it too–Let’s just strike a deal between us and put an end to this, alright?”
“No”
I began to walk away, but a hand fell upon my shoulders.
“Co on, Eleanori is being nice with you and–Ah!”
I grabbed and twisted the offending arm, making the guard–Who if I rembered correctly, was called Joffi–Cry out in pain.
“Seriously, this is enough to hurt you? You’re even more pathetic than I thought. You must get out of breath easily… I will reiterate since you didn’t understand the two-letter word I already spoke. I will not accept any deal with the likes of you. You aren’t getting even a rusty nail out of , get it? Continue spending the coins my brother gave you as pocket money until you are ruined for good”
“You… You bitch! Let go of him!”
“Sure”
I chucked the guard to the side like a ragdoll. He couldn’t even compare to a knight trainee. It was hardly if he compared to a farr who worked the fields in terms of strength.
“On record, he put his hand on first. I would have been justified in breaking his fragile little arm. So be grateful–See you on the next court date”
As I said this, I could see the dark spectre standing further away in the middle of the street. His body shaking and his tenebrous presence more pronounced than ever. I ignored him and walked away. Eleanori seed to want to say more, but she stopped herself. Probably rembering how she had been slapped last ti things had escalated between us.
This trial is a waste of ti. Trying to get married is a waste of ti. Wallowing in sadness was a waste of ti. I’ll focus on the sister location instead. I have the plans for the building complete, and I have an idea where I am going to build it… There just so happened to have been a wide area of old habitations which had been cleared recently.
I knew the city lord personally, so although they were planning on building one of those large structures ant to be ho to countless people, I could secure space for myself–I was going to be nice and even cover the costs for the residential architecture that would be built as well.
Why not add philanthropist to my resu while I was at it? It would even boost my reputation with the jury. It was win-win.
Hopefully, this residential building won't beco a nightmare nest like the previous one–Huh… Here I go again, inventing sothing that never happened… I never even saw one of those structures before, did I?
I’ll go take a nap…
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