I Own A Brothel In Another World (Ch. 1-196)

Chapter 16 - Artisanal Bloodline

I stare at the woman in the eye-catching attire. Besides her clothes, her hair is also flashy red and quite long. I'm surprised her eyes aren't. They are green. What an irony. If I had to guess, she looks like someone around forty or fifty years old, but who knows in this world.

There is no doubt that she is the owner. Lucas and some other guy peek out from behind her. She glances all over me as if trying to get as much information from just looks as possible and walks closer. The little girl quickly retreats to the corner of her cell.

"Ah! Where are my manners! My name is Selina Noint and I'm the owner of this business." She grabs the hem of her dress and makes a very light bow while nodding her head. "I stumbled on my employees having an issue, so I decided to help them resolve it, but looks like you've already dealt with it quite skillfully." She smiles knowingly.

I place my right hand over my heart and also bow lightly too. "Alastair Carter. I'm honoured to be able to meet the president personally, Madam Noint."

She chuckles. "Not only quick-witted but also courteous. Interesting. Very interesting."

I smile wryly at her compliments.

"Would you mind exchanging a few words with me in my office, Sir Carter?"

「Great...」

"No, of course not! I'd be happy to have that opportunity."

I glance at the cage and she notices it.

"Don't worry, Lucas will personally make sure that no one will intrude on your reservation during our talk. Isn't that right, sweetie?"

"Naturally!"

He steps into the front and bows to me. He is sweating a lot. Having your boss walk into you while you are in the middle of something you fucked up is the worst that can happen.

Leaving the two guys behind, she guides me back up. Every employee we pass instantly stands up and bows. Even those busy with customers. While walking, she moves with a dignified aura. I wonder if she is of noble birth. After a few minutes, we reach her private office and I'm invited inside.

It's not big. One small area with a table and two sofas, and another spot with a big wooden desk in front of a huge window that's almost the size of the whole wall. Most of the space is filled with bookcases full of documents. Everything is in the usual fashion of dark wood and red details and other things. We sit on the sofas, on opposite sides.

"I must say, I'm really amazed by your shrewd attempt to drive that group away," she begins.

"I'm sorry for messing with your customers, Madam," I try apologizing.

"Oh, no, no, no. Don't be. I was able to see something really interesting." She smiles mischievously. "Coming up with a fake subrace after noticing that they aren't very well versed in Dwarves was quite smart."

She leans to the front and joins her hands under her chin.

"You could have just lied all the way, but you balanced around the facts and falsehoods, making yourself very believable."

"They looked like adventurers. If I had straight up lied to them, it could possibly endanger them too much in the future," I say.

"And you even correctly advised them to look for a Gnome afterwards, so it's not like I lost a patron." She squints her eyes. "Although, I'm really curious about what you said to that Dwarf to make her cooperate with you."

"Whatever could you mean, Madam. I just—"

"She was tortured for a month. Do you think anyone knowing this would believe that she became an obedient little girl with just a few mean words?"