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Debauchery Hunter

Chapter 21

-VB-

Remnant

"You will not marry my daughter."

Tai knew Ruby would spite him for this.

"I love her."

"And I don't trust you enough to give you my blessing."

She just turned seventeen for crying out loud!

"I can give her something no one can on Remnant, Mr. Tai. I can give her safety, eternal safety, from the Grimm."

He froze. What?

"I didn't get to finish my introduction. I am Alan Marris and I am the sole owner of Marris Corporation, the interdimensional and multiversal trading company that made the headlines not too long ago. I can relocate your entire family to a brand new world if you want."

"She's seventeen," he snapped but Tai heard his own hint of reluctance tinge his voice.

"Which is not only legal but the average age of marriage in Vale, sir. But more importantly, we love each other."

"What's her favorite color?"

"Red."

"Her hobby?"

"Weaponsmithing."

"Her dream?"

"To be the best mom replaced being a huntsman."

Tai glared daggers at the cheeky young man who just blatantly told him that he fucked his daughter.

"You think you can run a business and take care of her?"

"Sir, I am a man with over a hundred and fifty bodies. I can spare her all of the attention she desires."

Wait, what?

"If you want a bride price for me to show my worth, then I can and will clear out an area of Grimm for a new city to be built. Would you like that, sir?"

What?

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In the end, we got Tai's blessing.

A week later, Ruby and we were wed in a small wedding ceremony in Vale.

She was beautiful and mine.

-VB-

Earth Malachite

To our surprise, the fact that our little “kingdom” managed to not only best Bavaria but force them to accept all demands from us not only made us seem powerful - according to our face altered clone spies among the courts of Italian, German, and even Eastern Roman Empire - but also caused a small movement of peasants, serfs, and freeman to migrate towards us.

Why? That was simple.

We, despite being a small kingdom in the “inhospitable” Central Alps, proved ourselves strong enough to tell one of the big duchies of the German Kingdom to fuck off. It showed the neighbors that we weren’t a power to be messed with, and that we provide protection to those under our wings. In the current era that saw invasions from everyone to everyone, such a powerful protector seemed perfect for survival.

So they came. They came in one’s and two’s at first, but by the start of fall this year, they began arriving by dozens each week. Finally today, we met a whole group of a hundred serfs entering from the north.

Yes, serfs. The kind of people who were only barely above slaves from the legal perspective. By leaving their lands, they set themselves up for execution and worse. But then again, most serfs lived in squalor, so what did they have to lose but their lives?

"Where are you all from?" we asked in German.

The man at the front of this group shuffled uneasily.

"Answer me."

"F-from Goldegg, milord…" the man replied hurriedly while trembling.

We grunted. "Administrator C40 will help you with settlement and rations." The said clone stood next to the "military sergeant" type clone who greeted the runaway serfs. Dressed in our full metal kit, we had C40 walk up to the serfs and greet them before leading them away.

We knew that trouble would show up soon through here. No lord would let their serfs go so easily.

We portaled in half a dozen clones to the burnt castle at Innsbruck and began repairing it as best as we could. Other clones portaled into the other two ways into our triangular valley kingdom and began building more fortified outposts.

We seemed to be doing a lot of that.

-VB-

Orsola hummed as she caressed her pregnant belly while cooking.

Because of who she lived with, it wasn’t easy getting time off for herself. Lately, it’s become easier. She knew that it had to do with more women joining him, either because they had their reasons to like Sophia or because they were snared by Alan like herself.

He seduced women like the incubus, but at the very least, he didn’t do it for malevolent purposes.

She’s seen what happened to him if he abstained, and it happened because she truly wanted to know.

To confirm and not believe.

It was then that she knew that he was cursed, and she … couldn’t blame him.

Still, she didn’t like how he seemed to pick his women so easily. Was it like that for her, too?

He didn’t share why’s and how’s.All members of his harem lived in their beds, every single day and night spent pleasing him and his … hive. In that regard, she knew that she was luckier than most; he allowed her to continue to talk to her flock and hold multiple services a week.

It was … more than what she expected from the man who kidnapped and used her. As much as he forced her to love him, she wanted to leave.

However, that changed as she saw what kind of state the cursed man was in. He wasn’t evil. Certainly, he could have done the morally better thing and buy services from prostitutes instead of kidnapping and brainwashing…

She sighed.

Even in her mind, she was defending him. Him, the kidnapper and enslaver.

It just showed how deep his powers were entrenched in her mind.

She was trapped in a cage, and a part of her deeply loathed the situation.

Still, she knew that even if this brainwashing was undone, she wouldn’t leave, because she found her calling here. Alan created a community out of the medieval villages that surrounded his valley, and protected from outsiders. She’s seen the mercenaries and the knights, both of whom came with plunder and murder in mind.

Orsola disagreed with how he responded in reply because he harmed far more innocents than he needed to in her opinion, but he wasn’t actively attempting to ruin livelihood. In fact, she believed he wouldn’t have done anything if no one touched him.

In that way, he was neither evil nor good; he was just one person - despite his many bodies - living as everyone else does. Though his mind was dominated by his needs and often harebrained schemes, he listened to her, and was part of the reason why she couldn’t leave; could she live with the knowledge that she could have led this man who otherwise would fall to even deeper debauchery and madness?

She couldn’t, not as someone who’s sworn to do good in the name of God.

(It helped that Alan was caring and gentle when she asked, in and out of bed.)

What she worried about right now was the slowly growing community of illiterate and uneducated masses trickling into this “County of Marris.” She knew - no, she believed - Marris would not very little to help the people. As long as they didn’t bother him, he wouldn’t bother them. She knew for a fact that he wouldn’t even bother collecting taxes like lords and governments should!

While taxation was not her concern, the squalor living standards of the people were. If she needed to act with Alan’s authority to collect taxes to build and maintain schools and churches and hire teachers to teach young and old alike, then she would.

Except she wasn’t just part of Alan’s harem; she was also the leader of some of the women and a lot of the Catholic believers in the County of Marris, and her “rival” was none other than the second harem member: Sophia.

While they had an understanding earlier in their interactions, their desires made them …

Orsola was hesitant to say enemies, but there were times when Sophia really irritated her.

Sophia grew her powerbase from the merchants and farmers who bought and sold goods among themselves. By acting as an intermediary between the local businesses and Alan, Sophia not only gained wealth but also connections. Through these connections, she made sure that all businesses happening in the County of Marris came through her, and saw the rise of commoners as Orsola described as a threat to her new power.

Orsola, on the other hand, only had the support of the commoners.

… Why was she in this political fight?

Oh right, because Sophia refused to help her fund schools.

So here she was, a nun from the late 21st century, made into a mistress for a world-hopping feudal lord in the Alps of High Medieval Europe, engaged in a rivalry with another member of the harem over educational reforms and politics.

This was not how she expected her life to turn out.