Warning: This chapter contains graphic descriptions of death. Proceed with CAUTION.
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The day seemed more scorching than the last, yet here you were, helping Lord Aphmau build house with the help of Visher and Brendan (yet you three know that you were doing most of the heavylifting since you already had prior knowledge on structural fortifications).
You had also been there during the whole fiasco of Visher teaching (you call it traumatizing, he calls it teaching) poor Aphmau the way of the world of lords; and the tribulations that came with it.
Fortunately enough, his whole symbolism paid off in the end when Aphmau stuck up for yourself, so in the end you can't really hold this against Visher.
"Finally decided to let the poor girl off?" You huff, throwing down a chunk of logs towards Visher and Brendan's way.
"Whaaat? [Name], I was just trying to toughen her up. Aphmau can't just become a lord and not expect some ounce of contempt from other people." Visher shrugs, taking from the log pile and snatching the pair of nails from his teeth, intent to hammer it into the house like a vice.
He was right in that regard, much to your dismay. Gender roles of being a lord never existed, seeing as men and women were treated equally with respect to Irene the Matron, however, experience is what seemed to be the key to most people's opinions.
Most lords, prior to being in that position, seemed to already have some position of power. Or, that's what you saw in your travels at least.
Meteli's lord was previously an unofficial peacekeeper between their own town and others, his way with words more than enough to suffice their lack of manpower. While from another town called Scaleswind, you vaguely remembered the lord there being a reigning champion in one of the most popular underground arenas.
"You're right. Aphmau needs this." You both halt your conversation as you see Aphmau trudging back to her would-be-house, a drunk Dale trailing behind her as she dragged him by the coat.
Both Visher and you laughed at the sight, exchanging "Welcome back!" greetings with the new Phoenix Drop lord as you get back to work.
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"That person seems new, do you think she might be of interest?" A voice calls out, seeming to belong to a lady with bright, amethyst eyes that shrewdly scanned the area.
A man from beside her scoff in indignation, "I highly doubt it."
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