The Banquet I

The City Lord's Office

It's 4 pm, the outside light embellishes the parquetry floor, the intricate designs were laid bare for all.

The spacious room carries its own decorum of professionalism.

At the moment, the bookshelf was in disarray, parchment was thrown across the room.

"Nylah, what's the meaning of this? It's only a million ducats. Ahhh, put that down!" Maverik continued to duck away, as books and parchment came flying at him.

"Humph! Come out, you dare ask for more? You still haven't returned the 200,000 ducats!" Nylah couldn't contain her anger.

The old thing brazenly brought in some woman. She has never met; pleading for Nylah to take her as an apprentice for a few months.

To add insult to injury, it's the daughter of that condescending woman, Concubine Inessa.

"Let's talk this out. How about this, I'll give you 1.5 million ducats, along with the interest from last time. Just give me 2 months." Maverik peeks his head above the sofa.

Nylah stood there contemplating, after doing some calculation, "You can't change your mind later. A fee of 50,000 ducats will be applied to Myra's apprenticeship as well. Do we have a deal?" Nylah's impatiently tapped onto the mahogany desk.

'Humph, aren't you looking down on me a little too much…' apprenticeship' my ass. He really thinks I can't see through his plans. I'll make sure not a ducat remains, I'm taking everything to daddy.' Nylah couldn't help getting excited, the joy of betraying Maverik and the thought of being rewarded by Oga's cock causes her legs to weaken.

Her pearly white teeth sank into those luscious lips, whenever she became aroused. Nylah has a habit of biting her bottom lip.

The scene of Oga's hands molding and spanking her butt as he pleased, replayed over and over.

The tight golden v-neck gown felt restricted a the moment.

She felt wronged, why did he choose such a time to pick up his share of the Imperial Tax.

A little sigh escaped from under her breath, 'I'm missing out on the best pounding of my life. So please hurry and leave.' Her body was heating up.

'This greedy woman, what is she being squirmish about? It's just a few ducats isn't this reaction a little too much. Where has my obedient Nylah gone, and why isn't she wearing the double-slit crochet I bought for her? I'll let you be rebellious for now.

Once, I received the recommendation from Count Vinci. I can join the 3rd Prince's camp…You just wait Nylah. That body of yours will forever be chained to my household, If you think I'll let you go, keep dreaming.

Your life and death will forever be controlled by me. I won't allow you to fall in the hands of an inferior man like Williams.

If that bastard of mine inherits a fragment of your talent. Do I need to hire strangers to take care of my properties?

Those fellows' contracts are about to end, I can't let them go just like that. A shame I can't use coercion to make them stay, but If the plan goes well, their blood can become part of my household.

I hope she doesn't disappoint me. I have spent a lot of resources on her.

My household needs talented people, it has been centuries since someone like that appeared in our lineage. If only I was a hundred years younger.

[Everyone has their own devious plans. However, the winner of this outcome will shake the Khan's foundation for years to come.]

"How long do you plan to stay? Menos has been looking forward to your visit," said Nylah

Her every move elicit a strong reaction.

The golden v-neck gown snuggled around her curves in all the right places.

She followed Oga's clothing choice, but her slim thicc figure somewhat made it impossible.

The fault lies on Oga, he fails to take into account that Nylah simply has a slutty body.

A little tent was forming below, it's pretty impressive for a man over a 132 years

Her warm breath tickles his ears, as she irons out his black and gold tunic.

"I have too many things to do, We depart in 3 hours. I'll return next year and take Menos to visit the Capitol. I promise! Don't look at me like that..." said Maverik.

Maverik has mistaken, Those were not eyes of disappointment, rather relief at such news, but her expression seems to carry desperation and unwillingness to part-ways.

" I don't expect much, I already know Menos won't inherit anything from your household, so the least you can do is spent an hour with your child.

Did you know his 17 birthday is a month away?"

" He's finally going to be a man, good lad" Maverik took hold of her soft hands.

The disbelief and anger could be seen on Nylah's face. At such indifference.

"How can you brush it off, if this was Consort Lia's lad, this wouldn't be the response. You would have a grand ceremony. The least you can do is remember his birthday. Sigh!"

"You're being unfair Nylah, I'm doing all this for…" Maverik was quick to rebuttal, then he realized.

All this running around and plans only benefit his legitimate children, and none of the wealth and prestige will ever come to Menos and his mother.

They'd be lucky to escape with their lives in the case of his death.

"Sigh, Where's Menos?" The 179cm grey hair Maverik commence his performance of the caring father but in reality. He could care-less about Menos' birthday.

There has never been a nobleman that celebrated his bastard birthday, such a child doesn't exist, he's simply a tool.

"Orchid Garden, with Evan." As she begins to pick up the paper and other miscellaneous items around the room.

"Evan?" Maverik couldn't help but frown

" Baron William's son, how can you not know Menos' childhood friend," said Nylah

"..."

A trace of killing intent could be seen in Maverik's brown eyes. 'It's that insufferable fool, why can't he take the hint. I will not tolerate his presence anymore.

Humph, does he really think I'm that stupid…you dare use that bastard of yours to spy on my household, good…good good! It's time to end what my ancestor fail to do. You have yourself to blame, Anyone that covet Nylah must die!'

The hatred for William didn't start because of Nylah. In fact, you could say, the Maverik and William's are sworn, enemies.

The reason for the decline of William's household started with Nathan's great-grandfather: Count Bassal Maverik, a jealous man with sadistic tendencies.

700 years ago, the Maverik Household were peasant farmers, but that all changed when Bassal was born.

The lad shows extraordinary talent in Aura. At the age of 14, he became a Knight in the Royal Academy of Sword and Magic.

6 years after enrollment he became a Grand Knight. The rise of the Maverik Household became unstoppable.

However, those glorious moments were short-lived when a child was born 20 years later to an elderly couple, the lad was superior to Bassal in every way.

At 4 years old, he could express his thoughts clearly, 7 years later, his swordsmanship surpassed most adults.

The 11 years old lad became the son-in-law of a certain Marquess, and 5 years later, he became the youngest Grand Knight in the Khan's History, shattering the previous record.

The charming and amicable Neo William.

If Bassal was the shadow than Neo would be the blazing Sun that drawls a person.

It's a shame, he came across that jealous sycophant, A man with a bright future only to be devoured by the darkness that is Bassal.

At the moment a soft pounding could be heard, "Milord, the Madame request your presence. Also, Lord Nuu and Oga have arrived!" A voice could be heard outside the door.

[Oga and Nuu are of Noble heritage, bedside them having a bloodline, their deceased mother was a Countess of a long-forgotten Empire.

A noble is still a noble even if their empire is no more. In the eyes of commoners and slaves. Their blood is special, so that grants them the right to rule over the masses.

These are baseless claims, but the masses have been conditioned from one generation to the next to view the nobles as divine rulers.

It's lawful to greet one's superior with the appropriate honorific, such as; Milord if you're a servant/slave or his lordship for commoners.

Nobles are free to address each other by their ranking; Baron, Viscount, Count…

A noble without a title will be addressed as Sir, only a noble can address another noble in this manner; Unless they directly forbid it.

Failure to do so, it's the same as courting death. All these social norms only apply in a public setting.

The only group exempt from such tedious tradition are Alcolytes and Aura Practitioners.

This only applies if they are not in service of a Household. Out of respect, a practitioner might follow the custom, it's not necessary, but it shows a willingness to follow and take instruction.

The employer can address them by their path or simply call them Sir or Lord if they once belong to a noble lineage.]

" Invite Menos to join us," said Maverik

As he made his way towards the exit

"No, that man is out there, and I don't want my son to suffer. You must not invite him. The more your grace favors my child, the tighter the noose' Nylah became adamant, refusing to budge on this matter.

She wasn't putting on an act, the love of a mother to protect her child was on display.

" Jard will do no such thing. Trust me!" Maverik moves closer to her as he held onto her waist.

"Little lamb. This is the obedience I desired, not that haughty attitude a moment ago? Hehe" as he whispered into her ears

"..."

"You must keep your promise, I don't care if your family calls me a whore. I know the Madame thinks little of me, but Menos is all I have. I want no harm to come upon my child, so please go out and meet him." Nylah's eyes became moist.

She got on her knees, and her dress begins to come undone.

"Why are you making me look like the villain? Am I such a person that will force myself onto you?" Although he said those words, the old perv didn't stop her from disrobing.

"Milord, Lord Nuu, and Oga are requesting permission to enter" the voice from outside once more interrupt Maverik's happiness

"Let them into the drawing-room and have them accompany Myra. Also, Jard has permission to tour the City, take the Madame along.

He's not permitted to visit those brothels. Do I make myself clear?" said Maverik, as he begin to undress as well

"Yes, Milord! I will inform the Young Master, but..."

'Go on my precious Nephilim. Myra is yours to do as your see fit, if she can become pregnant that would be for the best, If Myra is not enough I'll transfer Chole over.

To wash away the disgrace at the hands of the William Household I don't mind sacrificing my daughters' happiness.

I won't settle for just being a lapdog of the Royal family. The thought of a Nephilim being born to my family such honor, Aaaah.'

If anyone heard Maverik's thoughts, they would definitely be shocked, what decent man would treat his daughters in such a way, not caring about their feelings? Then again, when has the sly old perv ever cared for others.

"Milord… the Madame" the armored guard continue to persist

"Shut your mouth, who's the Master of the Household?"

"Milord, it's you!" the man on the outside became frightened

"Then scram from the door, lest your head detached from your body! Insolent Fool"

"As for you, come receive my 'guidance.' I'll keep my word and visit the lad. This body belongs to me alone, if you dare forget, I promise to take Menos and you'll never see the lad" Maverik took hold of Nylah as he press her head below his crotch.

'Truly a hateful man, I regret ever conceiving a child for you Nathan Maverik. To force me upon my knees, just so you can spend time with your own blood. Then threaten to take the only joy I have in this world. I cursed you; Your days shall be miserable and all that you value will be taken and violated before your eyes.' She gritted her teeth and took hold of his 6-inch.

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5 minutes later on the 3rd-floor Drawing-room

An elegant room with antique chairs and sofa, a cozy fireplace on the right hand. There are currently 2 women within this room.

"Modor Caterina…Fader will be angry, why didn't you go along with Jard?" said Myra, A woman with an S-line figure and a pair of beautiful ocean blue eyes. An attractive woman.

Myra is the daughter of Concubine Inessa and the rightful heir to Bervin City, but due to her immaturity at the time it was handed to Nylah.

The person sitting next to her was none other than the gorgeous Madame Caterina, as the first wife of Nathan. His offspring refer to her as 'Modor' even if she's not their biological mother. This is the normal custom.

"Humph, That old thing just trying to get rid of me from seeing those twins. He brags so much about them.

Besides, how can I leave your side, you do not know these men, I understand the plan but what type of woman will I be if I just leave you alone? And tour the City with that imbecile." The sly old cougar Caterina.

" …"

Myra was completely dumbfounded, 'what nonsense is she spouting? I'm not a child. Just be honest with yourself, and don't use me as a shield.'

Outside the hallway, the twin was just wrapping up their chat.

"Take care Young Master, Jard. Watch out for the pickpockets, they're a feisty bunch," said Nuu as he held back his chuckle.

The audacity of that fellow left the brothers stunned. He actually proposes to kill old Maverik, a moment ago.

" What an interesting man, come let's enter," said Oga

As they step into the drawing-room, Oga and Nuu couldn't help grinning.

"Oh! Pardon us. wrong room," said Oga

"Your must be Sr. Oga and Nuu. There's no need to depart. Please join us!" said Caterina, a ravenous look could be seen, one that belongs to a starving beast.

Myra didn't even get the chance to speak.

*Sigh*

"Young Lady, may I have the pleasure of accompanying you. It would be a shame for such a beauty like yourself to sit alone" said Nuu

He boldly steps forward with his impressive height, before anyone could say anything he already took hold of Madame Caterina's hands. His lips have already planted on the back of her hand, a taint of blush could be seen on this cougar.

" Aaah, you jest Lord Nuu, you can address me as Lady Caterina." as she begins to fan herself.

Dark lines could be seen on Myra's face, 'What the fuck is this?'

*Cough*

"You must be Lady Myra, Maverik's daughter correct?" said Oga. Unlike the lustful fool, he already knew the identity of both women.

"O" Myra didn't hold back her shock, she wasn't expecting this handsome fellow to immediately recognize her.