Chapter 85: Prelude to a date (2) (2/2)

At the end of the day, she was just a big sister. Thankfully, Sol seemed way more trustworthy than Jupiter and he didn't have the same egotistical arrogance.

What's more, she had to admit that he wasn't bad at all.

'How long ago was my last relationship?'

She didn't really remember. She wasn't particularly interested in men's women's relationship and after trying it a few times over the centuries to understand what was the big deal about it. The result was a little disappointing.

But more than anything,

'I wonder what it feels like to be a mother.'

This was the greatest question no witches could ever answer. Though perhaps not for long.

Thinking about that, she smiled mischievously and whispered something to Medea's ear, making the witch of Time do the impossible and blush more than ever.

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Meanwhile, in another place in the capital of Lustburg, in the castle belonging to the Traver family, a short overweight man was patiently listening to a young man wearing armor.

”So the dinner with the prince went well and he convened with the Duke out of prying eyes?”

”...”

”I see. Ohohoh~! Seems like the prince got the support of that old man or is it the opposite? Well, no matter. This isn't particularly surprising.”

Despite his amusing and round form. The Duke Traver wasn't someone who could be underestimated. After all, the only way to become Duke in their family was to outclass everyone as a merchant using any way possible.

Bribing, threatening, assassination, alliance, betrayal, begging. He stopped at nothing and rose from the least favored situation to the most favorable one. His name was Hermes. Duke Hermes Traver.

Next to Hermes, a short but obviously mature woman asked with a small smile. ”So, little boy, what will you do?”

The Duke gave a bitter smile at this question. Ideally, he wished to have been neutral in this situation. After all, they were merchants. They were also the direct link to Greed Dike and as such many important trades.

But, he didn't reach his current position by luck. It was thanks to a power of his. Somethings not particularly powerful but terribly useful. He simply called it.

<<Gambler's Instinct>>

It was a skill that had saved his life and his business many times, and right now, right here, that skill was screaming at him.

Do not stand opposite to the royal family.

Do not stay neutral.

Every time he even slightly entertained the thought of going against it, goosebumps would cover his body.

Sagging a little in his seat, he sighed, ”No need to fret aunt Theresa. I will take care of it.”

The short mature woman, Theresa, smiled gracefully.

Inwardly though,

'I was too ashamed to finally meet my godson without at least a fitting gift. This should do, right? Or perhaps I should really give him some property outside of Lustburg?'

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Theresa Gustav. Daughter of Mongov Gustav and old companion of Mars Lustburg.

She wasn't a genius fighter like Lilith.

She wasn't a powerful healer like Camelia.

She did not have the power of Blaze

Neither did she have the knowledge of Persephone.

Then how come was she able to stand out in such a group?

The answer was simple. Theresa Gustav was rich. Very very rich.

And she felt no hesitations in using that money.