You're the governor, so do my job.

The two maids who just returned froze in place as they saw Cain standing in the middle of the room. CRACK! One of the dropped the bowl of soup she was carrying.

Cain gently turned around to look at the mess, "That carped would be hard to clean…" He didn't seem that much bothered, his demeanor only served to scare them further.

"W-what would y-you like me to d-do?" Marina struggled to speak.

Cain turned toward her again, "So I will be quick since I don't have time. You will manage the city in my stead; as long as you do a good job you can call yourself the city lord if you want. Come closer." Cain called her toward him.

She awkwardly stood up and took slow steps like a caff learning how to walk.

To her, it happened in a moment. Cain put her under a slave seal and a chain mark appeared on her wrist. "With this, I can rest easy knowing you won't betray me. If the city prospered enough, I will consider releasing you so work hard."