Magic [2]

"Huh ...?" Martinus was taken aback with his son words. "What do you mean?"

"When people hungry, farmer is their king. When people got sick, doctor is their king. If I sold those medicine in high price, won't that make me goddamn rich?"

"Marth, but this mean you will provoke literally everyone in the kingdom be it the [Noble] and the [Commoner]. And perhaps, if the plague you talked about reached the other part of the continent, then they would hate you because you still wanted to gain a benefit from it."

"It would be me who synthesize the medicine? Why can't I sell it?"

"When the people are desperate, they lost their rationality."

"Well, they can screw themselves then. Let's talk about this matter when the medicine I concocted truly work, it does not mean anything if we debated when the topic for the debate isn't exist in the first place."

Marth put a hold on this matter, Martinus also nodded silently. It was useless to talk about something that didn't exist.

"I'll prepare some people to collect the [Turmerica Grass], do you need anything else?"

"That's right ..., as for now, I want a workshop. No, a research center would be best. And some slave to help me with that research."

"..., you can use the Winter Mansion for that purpose. Refurbish that building as you see fit. I'll give you 20,000 G. Use it to buy slaves and the renovation."

Marth didn't know about this Winter Mansion and he had no memories about it. But he bowed his head because he got his building and initial fund from his father.

"Much appreciated ..."

Twenty thousand Geld for a [Noble] household seems didn't that much. But it was huge sum for a [Commoner] household. Moreover, with the financial situation of Zwarteschwan house, perhaps they could use around 100,000 G this years. Buying the monster corpse for Marth's Baptism Ceremony [Sacrifice] has emptied their treasury almost clean.

He know that he need to amass fund if he need to raise his own army.

"Then ..., I think this will be enough, father. I want the first batch of the [Turmerica Grass] next Mittwoch. I want to start researching at that time."

"Alright."

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Inside a bronze-coated carriage that pulled by four strong black-furred throughbred, there were the Zwarteschwan full member of it's family.

Thirty strong-looking guards were their escort. The commoner shuddered when watching them. Everyone in the street made a way for the carriage just like Moses split the Red Sea.

They were the [Noble] family Zwarteschwan, the lord of this territory. The head Martinus wasn't there with them. The group consisted of the madam, Petra Grossvelg alongside with her daughters and son.

After receiving the money from Martinus, Marth immediately told the servant to prepare the carriage for outing. Of course, while at it Venetia come along with him. But somehow, the madam Petra and his little sister Sicilia also tag along with him.

Thus, in this Zwarteschwan household carriage, Petra, Venetia, Marth, and Sicilia were chatting along the way in the bustling Korperkorb. 

"Ohh ..., so you're saying that fire is made, is actually because of this something called 'chemical reaction'? Mother's confused. When mother uses [Fire] spell, she must imagines something hateful that made mother hates it, is fire not happen because of that?"

"Hmm ..., well, let's say, Mother. In our mansion, there are some hearthstone and fireplace right? When the servants put the firewood inside, after the fire lit it up, then what makes the wood keep on fire?"

"Isn't it because the fire spirit angry toward the wood?"

"No, I can't be sure about that ..., but, a fire is made because of three thing. The fuel, heat and oxygen. Fuel are mostly composed of carbon, wood, oil, tar oil, and even our body has carbon in it. When the carbon met oxygen in a certain temperature, they will have a chemical reaction called combustion ..."

Well, the one who do almost all the talk was Marth and Petra. At first, the mother asked about the spell he used. But when it come to that, Marth began infusing modern science of earth into her.

They began discuss about this topic heatedly, while sometime the mother asked about something that troubled her common sense.

When she asked, Marth would kindly and calmly explained it to her. He was a Bachelor in Chemical Engineering back on earth, so the study of matter and it's changes was his forte.

Though, there was the case when two different common sense would clashed with each other.

'What's with the fire spirit getting angry of something like a woods? Ridiculous.'

Sometime, Marth wanted to laugh her off because it sounds ridiculous for him. However, he forced to not laugh and just smiled kindly while explaining. 

His mother was asking him this numerous question with pure feeling to satisfy her curiosity. It was impolite for him to laugh at her.

"Uuu ...," 

Venetia on Marth's right side seems troubled because she couldn't join their conversation. Watching her mother and her brother discussed something without including her, Venetia felt something stuffy inside her chest. 

Right now the seat arrangement was something like this. In one side there was the little sister, Sicilia who was gazing outside the carriage window. And the other side, there was Venetia, Marth and Petra.

Marth was having another lucky pervert situation of the day with his body being sandwiched by the thicc mother and daughter duo. He couldn't help but feeling aroused with this.

After all, the thicc thigh and huge breast of his mother and his sister was not something he couldn't let go from his mind. And even more so, if it was directly touching him.

Even though it was his own mother, beautiful women is justice!

'Aiyahh ..., if it's like this, perhaps letting my father dead is actually not a bad thing. I'll properly take care of mother when that time happen.'

Marth even formulated a malicious scheme to kill his own father!

No, he was not that cruel. He didn't thought of having kill his father directly, but when Martinus was in trouble, Marth won't save him. Something like that, perhaps.

He didn't dare to do anything to Petra though. However, Venetia on the other side was hugging his hand tightly. His hand was floating toward the heaven.

"Then, Marth-kun, so you mean that this karubonu and okusigenu thing are the two thing needed to start a flame?"

"Not exactly that way, while it's true those two components are the prerequisite, to start a fire ..., sufficient heat or maybe we can call it fire source is needed."

"Somehow this is interesting ..., Marth-kun, how do you know about this? I wonder, where did you learn it?" His mother also grabbed his hand and hugged it to her bosom.

'Hmmm ..., even if you ask me that, I can't answer it.'

"Mother, aren't you too close with my Marth? Don't hug him, let his arm go!" from the side Venetia asked, glaring at Petra.

"Arara, Venie ..., what's with this 'my Marth', since the beginning, Marth-kun is his mother's you know?" Asked Petra back with provoking eyes.

"You ...,"

"Ufufufu ..."

With Venetia and Petra having their secret battle, some spark flickered between them. It was dangerous, their aura was not something that Marth could endure.

"Maa~ ..., calm down, Venie! I won't steal Marth-kun from you, it's more like I can't." Petra was the first to withdraw her gaze, calmly said to Venetia.

Listening to her, Venetia nodded as if she was already won the battle.

"That's right, don't you dare to steal him from me, Mother!"

"Because he's already mine! Ufufufu ...,"

"!!!"

The onee-san glared dagger at the mother, while the later chuckling with teasing eyes.

"I should stop teasing you, but really, it has been a day passed, yet you already like this. Since when you have feeling for your own brother, Venie?"

"It's not your problem! And it's embarrassing to talk about something like this ..., what the hell with the sudden question ..." Venetia shouted the first line, it then turned into self-mumbling with reddened face.

"Of course, it's also my problem ..., both of you are my children, you know! If you two married each other, won't that made me the mother-in-law. Somehow that's strange, I'm your mother since the beginning, but then when the two of you married ..., uhh ..., why is my head hurting?" Petra held her cheek with her palm with closed eyes, she also mumbled something weird to contemplate about.

"Mother, what is mother-in-law?" the imouto-chan, Sicilia asked with tilted head.

"Umm ..., it's like this, Sicie has grandmother Eliara and grandmother Isla right?"

"Un, then? What about it?"

"Grandmother Isla is mother's mother, but Grandmother Eliara is father's mother, and that's make Grandmother Eliara is mother's mother-in-law. Does Sicie understand it?"

Some unnecessary long winded explanation came from Petra. But the smart kid understand that, her age was like that of 3th or maybe 4th grader of the Elementary School, so probably Sicilia could understood it already.

"Mumumu ..., so father's mother will be mother's mother-in-law? Is that what mother is saying?"

"Ara ..., what a clever child my Sicie is. That's right, it is something like that." 

The mother then sat down on the opposite side and hugged the daughter, patting her head while at it.

"Ehehe~ ..." giggled Sicilia while inside her mother bosom.

"Hmph!" Venetia who looked at her little sister just sent out a 'hmph' while throw her gaze outside.

"What's wrong, Venee-san?" Marth asked.

"Nothing in particular ..." she answered while releasing the hug on her brother's arm.

"Arara, Venie ..., is it perchance, you want to a head pat? Oyaya ..., my little Venie, come here to Mother, I know you like to be patted in the head the most!"

"S-shut up! I-I'm grown up already, who need to be patted! Stupid mother!" Venetia throw her gaze once more avoiding to look at Petra.

'Is this your original character? Not oneesan, but tsundere!?'

Marth was having a major conflict inside his mind. It was a shock for his favorite heroine to show this unexpected side. Perhaps, this was her real character. Or maybe she just haven't evolved into onee-san mode?

The carriage stopped, and the awkward situation escalated into another level. Marth then stood up and opened the carriage door.

He said. "Well, enough with that ..., we've arrived anyway. Let's go!"

While at it, he put his hand on top of his sister silver-haired head and scrubbed it roughly. He then walked out of the carriage.

Petra led Sicilia down and followed Marth, she chuckled slightly when she saw a faint blush on Venetia. Abashed with that, Venetia closed the carriage door roughly and decided to not go down with them.

"What's wrong with Venetia? She won't come?" Marth asked.

"Don't mind it, just leave her alone for now ..."

"Well ..., alright then. You lot, guards the carriage, you hear me?"

"Yes, Young Master!" The guards uniformly shouted answering him.

They were in the city plaza, in front of them there was a huge tent with red and yellow strip color. A cage-like iron bar was placed here and there, and some people wearing a collar could be seen here and there.

They were [Slave], a person who are not either [Noble] or [Commoner]. Some even regarded them as an object. Well, they stripped of from their freedom, and sold to the other people just like an object, but ...,

The Osterreich Kingdom has a law that protect their slave, mostly this law was borrowed from Estra Alliance, but it was incredibly effective. The slavery law and regulation made the livelihood of a slave in Osterreich Kingdom more luxurious compared to the more harsh place like Hastem Desert and Regia Mountains.

"Oh well, such a fine day it is ..., to see my fair Lady Petra in this nice weather. This Osman, is truly blessed." an obese, middle-aged man with shining sunglasses and weird color combination suit walked from inside the building.

"Good day, Mr. Osman ...," Petra answered while giving a simple nod and beautiful smile.

"Come, come on in ..., Lady Petra, we have a new batch from the south and the west just arrived this morning. We have some beautiful and talented elf, dexterous and sturdy dwarf, and you probably won't believe this, but we managed to capture a white-tiger beastman! Legend said that white tiger is the guardian deity of beastman, and we get a hold of that very race! If Lady Petra has this person to be your personal guard, perhaps no one would dare to provoke my lady anymore."

The obese middle-aged slave trader started his machine gun mouth, advertising his product like an obstinate salesperson.

After letting out a small sigh, Petra looked at Marth and then said. "Hmm ..., Marth-kun, probably it's better for mother to not go inside with you. I'll wait for you in the carriage. Come, Sicie ..."

"Ehh..., but I want to go in~?"

"Sicilia ..." Petra called her name.

"Hai~..." though with disheartened expression, Sicilia followed Petra back to the slave trader.

'Her expression ..., it's the first time I saw her wearing that scary expression. Is there anything she found awful? Well, whatever, perhaps she just felt the air around her not comfortable.'

Marth put a hold on the matter and decided to not mind with his mother anymore. He then turned into the obese middle-aged slave trader.

"I, myself, am Marth Zwarteschwan."

"So it is Young Master Marth, welcome, welcome ...," Osman nodded his head in subservient manner to Marth.

"Tell me about the goods you got this time!"

Marth walked to the tent after said so. A knightguards uncle were behind him with their hand on the sword hilt. Preparing for the worst case scenario. The slave trader Osman walked and began machine-gun sales of his slave collections.