Lev decided to head ho imdiately after finishing his business at Dreamhouse Brothel.
He chose to leave Madam Fleur behind, allowing her to remain the main manager of Dreamhouse Brothel.
As he made his way out of the brothel, Madam Fleur escorted him.
"Don't forget to deliver that envelope."
Lev reminded Madam Fleur, who was still holding the envelope. Inside it was a letter Lev had written himself.
Initially, he had considered letting Madam Fleur write the contents of the letter, stating that she had been half-successful in trapping him. However, upon rembering that her brothel would be destroyed and her existence erased, Lev decided to write a few personal ssages instead.
Lev had asked if Madam Fleur wanted to follow him, but she declined, still concerned about the courtesans in her brothel.
Lev couldn't possibly take all the courtesans with him. So, he could only issue a warning through the letter. Inside it was a ssage to the local branch head of the Nightfall Organization in Frostgard, instructing him or his subordinates not to take any action against Dreamhouse Brothel.
"For now, you'll be safe."
"Thank you, Young Master."
Madam Fleur bowed deeply. She was likely extrely grateful, not only because Lev had helped her but also because he had given her sothing valuable.
'I can't wait to see how big Dreamhouse Brothel will beco.'
Lev had actually set a few conditions earlier. He asked Madam Fleur to eliminate sexual services, even for special guests like nobles. After all, with Lev's support, Dreamhouse Brothel's reputation would rise significantly.
"Alright. I'll be going now."
"Wait."
Madam Fleur stopped him. She tugged on his sleeve and gestured toward soone behind her.
Perhaps Madam Fleur wanted Lev to notice that person as well, so he turned his attention to that person.
From behind the door, a head peeked out. A foolish person might have mistaken it for a ghost.
But it was the head of a girl. Despite her ssy hair, her rare black hair—uncommon in the Kingdom of Dragomirov—caught Lev's attention.
He wondered why Madam Fleur wanted him to notice this person.
Madam Fleur waved her hand like a mother calling her child.
With her head lowered, the girl slowly stepped out and approached.
"Her na is Daria. Didn't you ask to bring the least attractive courtesan earlier? She's the one who fits your criteria, Young Master."
Madam Fleur introduced Daria to Lev.
When Daria's eyes t Lev's, he felt as if he had been stung by a bee. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. It wasn't because of Daria's large body but because of the intense and fiery gaze that she shoot at him.
'Did she just drool?'
Lev felt there was sothing off about Daria. Her mouth hung open, her eyes were sharp, and the sound of her swallowing saliva could be heard from her throat.
Lev hadn't had any particular intention when he asked Madam Fleur to bring the least attractive courtesan. It had been an impulsive command, born out of irritation after Madam Fleur dared to cast a spell on him.
When Lev told Madam Fleur to take Daria back inside Dreamhouse Brothel, Daria's face turned into that of a child who had just lost her candy.
"W-Why?!" Daria asked, on the verge of tears.
'What do you an, why?'
Madam Fleur offered a suggestion. "How about letting her follow you, Young Master? You can order her to do anything, as long as it doesn't endanger her life."
Thinking about it, he had already killed his own guard, so there was no harm in bringing Daria along.
"I-I'll work hard to carry out all your orders, Young Master. You're free to command . Even if it risks my life!"
Huff~ Huff~
Daria spoke each word with great effort. Her breathing sounded like soone who had just run a marathon.
Seeing Daria's strange behavior, Madam Fleur looked confused. She ended up pulling Daria's ear and whispering, "What's wrong with you?"
"Hehe, nothing. It's nothing."
Even though her ear was being whispered into, Daria remained focused on Lev's face—from start to finish, her eyes never left him.
In the end, Lev decided to take Daria with him.
***
By the ti Lev left Dreamhouse, several hours had passed since he arrived.
He had actually slept for a while there.
The ti was now six in the morning. The snowstorm from last night had disappeared, replaced by clear skies. The sun was beginning to peek over the horizon. Perhaps because it was winter and the Kingdom of Dragomirov was located in the far north of the continent, the sun's appearance could be considered quite late.
The coachman who had driven Lev's carriage last night was parked not far from Dreamhouse Brothel. When Lev and Daria entered the carriage, there was no trace of the corpse or bloodstains. It seed the coachman had done his job well.
During the journey, Lev looked out at the brightening scenery.
'It's been years since I last saw this city.'
The capital, Frostgard, was built on a high plateau surrounded by towering ice mountains, making it a natural fortress difficult to breach. With a population of three hundred thousand to five hundred thousand, it was the largest and most densely populated city in the Kingdom of Dragomirov.
The majority of the city's inhabitants were warriors. They enjoyed hunting in the forests and mountains surrounding the capital. In contrast, there were very few magicians. After all, even learning basic magic required resources that were hard to co by, except for nobles.
'Then, where did Madam Fleur learn seductive magic?'
Lev decided to ask her about it the next ti they t.
"Where are you from, Daria?"
Lev asked while still resting his head against the window, watching the city pass by.
"..."
"Daria?"
When he didn't hear a response from Daria, Lev turned and found her leaning her face close to his. Her breath brushed against his cheek. If he had a weak heart, he might have jumped in shock. Fortunately, he remained calm and gently pushed her face away.
"You're so handso, Young Master!"
"What nonsense is that?! Just answer my question."
"???"
A question mark seed to appear above Daria's head.
If Lev hadn't regressed and gained mories of his life on Earth, he might have slapped Daria.
"Where are you from?" Lev ended up repeating his question.
"You probably haven't heard of the village I'm from, Young Master. But don't worry. I'm still a virgin! I can guarantee that!"
'What does the na of your village have to do with your virginity?!'
Lev shook his head.
'Could she be from there?'
Lev narrowed his eyes, suspecting Daria's origins. However, he decided to find answers to his doubts later. There was sothing more important to do—analyzing the first reward from the Hero's System, Black Magic Authority.
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