Mystic in the Air - Ghirahim x female reader

Chapter Seventeen: A Quaint Little Town

Bokoblins start pushing past you as you stand in the middle of the walkway, mouth open and gaping at the castle. 

"It-it's so beautiful," you whisper in complete awe. 

Ghirahim notices you aren't close behind and turns around. He pushes through the dense crowd to reach you. Your eyes and mouth are still open wide.

"Is something wrong?" he asks, a hint of worry in his voice.

"No, no. Actually, the opposite. It's absolutely breathtaking," you reply, turning to him.

He smiles and nods.

"I oversaw most of the construction, so many years ago. This castle is older than multiple human lifetimes," he explains.

He begins walking forward. You walk next to him. The all the Bokoblins and Lizalfos from the group had already left, taking different streets and going into many different homes.

"Every house in the village was built by the residents. Demons do not age, so as long as they have food to eat and no threats, they'll live forever. Each family designed their house to be something comfortable and compatible with their lives," he continues.

As you walk down the street, a few Bokoblins in much nicer clothes watch from their porches. You try desperately to not make eye contact with them.

"There are rules, though. Houses can't be larger than a certain size and have to stay a certain distance away from the town square," he adds. 

"Town square?" you ask.

He nods. The ground beneath your feet suddenly becomes paved as you pass into the public part of town. You look down at the neat stonework, then to the buildings lining the side of the street. These buildings are much more squished together.

"Since the shops and the square are an area that everyone uses, order and cleanliness is much more important. Everyone lives behind the line so that the public areas will remain clean and calm," Ghirahim explains.

You pass Bokoblins, Lizalfos, and Moblins on the street, all of which watch you intently. 

"We'll be passing through the town square to reach the castle. The bridge to the castle gates is just past it," he remarks.

You nod. As you walk by, you look through the windows of some of the stores. They all seem to sell different things, such as food or clothing.

"In my kingdom, everything runs on order. Everyone works a job, and no matter what the job is, everyone gets the same amount of money. But there's one key difference between my kingdom and yours," he starts.

"What's that?" you ask, turning to him. 

"Necessities are supplied for free. That means that if someone has something they would like to save up for, they can do so without ever worrying about costs of food or water. Basic clothes are supplied, but nicer clothes can be purchased from one of the many shops,"

"That's cool," you reply.

"It's order. Everyone gets to choose their profession as well. Each job comes with its own small perks. Shop owners pick and choose what they sell. Anyone in any sort of food production gets first choice while picking food. Clothing manufacturers get to keep one of their products per week and choose what stores their products go to," 

"This seems very thought out, but also very controlled. Are you sure your subjects are happy?" you ask. 

"Quite sure. Working rewards you with days off. Most professions get one or two days off a week. If you don't take your off days that week, then you can save them for later dates. If someone gets hurt or sick, that doesn't affect their vacation days. Plus, if the injury is work related, the victim gets fully compensated," he replies.