The poor employee girl almost began weeping due to my demeaning words towards her entire existence, but I have to play a character now. Well, I could've been more gentle, but I really wanted to act like a pampered brat with lots of cash once in my life.
I've read too many young master novels not to do it when the opportunity was presented to me on a silver platter.
She bowed numerous times and apologized for her uncleanliness, which was quite funny since she was perfectly clean, and then rushed away. Another employee brought us to a VIP room, this time it was much more luxuriously decorated than the one I had consultations with Marcus in regarding Ayame.
Last time I had to wait for someone to bless me with their presence, but on this occasion before I could even place myself into the warm embrace of their lush sofa I heard panicked footsteps approaching us. They were sprinting.
The door opened and a panting, out-of-breath Marcus stepped through, followed by another woman and a man. Marcus was middle-aged, but these two were well into their sixties, the owners of this establishment, I guessed, based on their rich attire.
I know that it's a family business, so they might be his parents. The resemblance is certainly there.
"Wele to our humble establishment, esteemed madam and sir." Marcus voiced respectfully while bowing, followed by the other two.
They might be wealthy, but at the end of the day, they were still lowborn. Even the most destitute of nobles had to be treated with utmost reverence by the filth, no matter if they were lowborn homeless, or lowborn wealthy merchants, the moners would be facing punishment if they spoke out of turn. With my earlier attitude, I imagine they were further agitated to please us.
No one wants a noble to antagonize their business.
"Did you bring the elf, you opportunist scum of a mudborn family? We are not here to see your atrociously ugly faces." Ayame inquired coldly, pletely ignoring their greeting. She was surely enjoying the chance to speak to her year-long captors with such a cruel tone.
The older man grimaced, "she is being prepared to make your honorable presence."
"Are you keeping such a valuable product in the gutter where you sleep or what?" I love the sass in her tone, though it is distorted due to the imbued spells in the mask we got from Broderick.
This time it was the wife who responded, "no, my lady, she has a nice room. We just thought that not bathing and preparing her before presenting the merchandise to such esteemed guests would've been highly disrespectful."
"Is water and soap too much of a luxury for you filth? Why not clean her every day?"
I put a hand around her shoulder to calm her down and I decided to chime in before Ayame went too hard on them. "We can wait a bit. Instead, tell me about the girl."
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