Re:START/If {Book 1.0}
Chapter 62: Aswad 9 of 15 “The sad ones from past” (Part 04)
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Clouds begin to cover the dark sky and its star clusters, making the moonlight dim but not to bring signs of rain will fall. The wind blew with the waves, hit the dock and rocks are quite rare in the bay area. Unlike other places in the city of Mylta that were still bustling until night, the port district really looked silent. There are only a few people who are guarding the warehouses of marine products in the place.
At the Inkara orphanage not far from the pier, the front door opened and a young man with black hair came out. “I go first, Sister Siska. Later tell Nanra when she wakes up, don't push yourself too much. Later if it hurts even more hassle,” said the young man while trying to close the door.
Siska held back with her feet and reopened them wide. The nun who was seen wearing the pajamas looked a little anxious, then while putting on a thin smile offered, “Didn't stop by first? Where are these nights going?”
The blonde woman's gaze made Odo pause for a moment, turning his eyes and thinking of the right answer. “There are a lot of things I still have to take care of in the store. It's the first day anyway, a lot needs to be adjusted,” replied the young man while looking at Siska.
At first glance, the blonde woman felt there was a lie in her sentence, Odo's eyes glimpsed turned away the sign of people who were looking for sentences to hide something. Under no right to interfere in the matter of a Marquess' son, Siska simply nodded and said, “Ya, already. Be careful on the road. Later I will convey to Nanra the message if she is awake.”
“Hmm, thank you.”
Odo turned and walked away from the orphanage. When the young man reached the fence, Siska closed the door of the orphanage saying, “Be careful on the road, Mr. Odo ..”.
“Ya!”
Odo stepped out of the courtyard and closed back the gate. While being wary of the surroundings, the young man immediately walked quickly on the main road of the port. But instead of heading to the town hall and returning to the store in the business district, the black-haired youth turned in a fork and took the road to the brothel district.
Siska who opened the door of the orphanage slightly and peeked was surprised the young man turned at the intersection. He did not feel wrong, the street lights at the intersection clearly showed Odo turning towards the prostitution complex. In a daze the nun silently peered out from behind the door, wanting to catch up and prevent it immediately.
But thinking about the nature of some conglomerates and aristocrats who like prostitution, Siska dropped his intentions and immediately closed the door again. At first glance the woman fell silent, lowered her head and muttered, “Shall I pursue it? But I don't have the right to deny it .... If he gets angry—”
“Kak Siska?”
The woman gasped at the sound, then slowly looked back and saw Nesta who was still not asleep. The little girl walked over to Siska, then curiously asked, “Have Mr Odo gone home?”
“Hmm, already.” Siska turned around, rubbing the head of the brown hair girl tie the single braid. While putting on a warm smile he said, “Let's go to sleep. Tomorrow you're busy too, ‘kan? It's bad luck, you .... Last morning said you were almost late, ‘kan?”
“That's because Daniel asked for help with everything, anyway.” The girl in a simple brown dress turned her eyes away, then while putting on a sour face she irritatedly complained, “Counting the two digits has not been smooth until now. Lest his brain also filled with muscle, very annoying. Not that then he can't pass the warrior selection?”
“Don't talk like that, Nesta. Isn't it a good thing Daniel wants to learn?”
“Iya, hell ...”
Siska gave a fleeting smile of relief, feeling good to see her foster children grow up with such a story. Given the conditions earlier this year, it is difficult to imagine Netsa and other children can talk about learning or discuss the future they want to achieve.
Siska lifted her hand from the girl's head, then as she stepped into the hallway she said, “Let's go back to the room and sleep, we have to get up early tomorrow.”
“Hmm ...” Nesta nodded, then followed the nun into the hallway to go to the room.
In his footsteps, he felt deeply grateful to Odo Luke. Because of this too, in the mind a little growing anxiety because before he saw the young man from the Luke family went to the brothel complex. Siska was worried that Odo was growing up to be a man from an aristocratic family who was addicted to such things.
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Odo pitched his feet between brothels along the brothel district. Crystal light poles are very rarely seen until the end of the road, even from everything that is still lit are only two pieces.
The dim light of the lanterns hung on each door of the brothel became the main light along the way, the strong fragrance of the fragrances reaching the corners, and the sight of the background flowers showing off his body became a very natural thing in the place. In some brothels are also seen Alku — Host clover for women who become the majority of residents of the district.
Votes****** are seeping out of thin wooden walls, striped men who come to visit, and honor bargaining activities women can see Odo on every street corner. For them prostitutes who were not members of a brothel could only sell their bodies for cheap, then copulate with their customers in the narrow alleys.
Of course, those who would buy the services of such outcast women were only poor men who were thirsty for women, uneducated and do not know that such a thing can bring deadly diseases to them. Looking at another corner of the street, the black-haired youth also found the striped-nosed men from outside the city and some even came from the empire.
“Serious ....At least do not wear your traditional clothes if you come here,” Odo's mind when he saw the merchants from the empire enter into one of the brothels.
As they stepped deeper into the depravity, people began to realize the existence of the son of the Luke family and looked at him anxiously. At the very end is the top house area. One of them was the Alms Lilac brothel, which belonged to Madam Theodora Mascal.
The prostitutes who last night followed the madam to the business district must have known Odo's face, they stared warily and refused to approach him. To middle-class prostitutes like them the social status of Luke's family felt too heavy. They fear that if they offend him a little, Luke's local government will sue them and create a major scandal that ultimately affects the entire brothel district.
As if ignoring their gazes, the only son of the Luke family walked straight and looked around. Assessing the existing environmental conditions, thinking about how to reduce the fate of people like them and other things for the prostitution complex.
“Hmm, looks like it's the heaviest one here. Unlike the other districts that seem forced to fall, the majority of women here are close to their work and make it their lifestyle,” muttered the young man while looking around. Regardless of the cynical gaze directed at him, he continued to look around and put information into his head.
“Hey, You!” A woman intercepts Odo and stops him, folds both hands to the plate haughtily and stares intently at the son of the Luke family.
The black-haired young man's footsteps stopped, his gaze directed at the not-so-high woman. Soon Odo finds out that the woman in front of him is a Courtesan, a call-prostitute that not everyone can sleep with. Narrowing his gaze, the young man observed the woman's body gestures and clothes.
The long grey hair of her partially-cuffed back, the faintly thin pink dress made her skin clear, the thick makeup, the alluring red lips and the pungent fragrance. From behind her thin clothes looks red lingerie, women's underwear that is devoted to showing off her curves. On both feet the woman wore high heels, covering her height which could be said to be short even though her chest was filled.
“You're the son of Luke's house, right?” He quickly pressed his chest against Odo, wrapped his hands around the young man's neck and in a soft voice said, “My name is Yor’an Botan, a top prostitute from the Jasmine brothel .... Does Young Master want to taste the pleasures of the world with big brother? Although from a place like this, big brother has many techniques to entertain Young Master.”
Odo was only speechless with a flat expression despite being aggressively teased by the famous prostitute. Never mind being tempted, the thought of the young man's black hair turned quickly to guess the background of the prostitute. Putting on a friendly smile and displaying an innocent expression, the son of the Luke family said, “That's one big brother's outfit, isn't it cold these nights wear it so?”
Odo trembled at a glance and began to be aroused to hear the voice, desire seemed to spread throughout his body. His body began to warm up, his hands moved on their own and were about to hug the body of the prostitute. But when he realized that the whisper contained a spell from a magic, the young man's hand of black hair stopped and immediately wiped it off easily with Aitisal Almaelumat.
“What is the sister of a Luxury Flower?” ask Odo in a relaxed tone.
Seeing that his allure had not worked at all, Yor’an immediately stepped off Odo and retreated with a look full of anxiety. Of all the men he loved, none could escape the absolute allure. Even a knight class can fall easily. His eyes begin to look like those of other middle-class prostitutes, fearful of Luke's family's social status and influence.
Cold sweat started to make her makeup fade. Taking a breath and calming down, the prostitute asked, “The son of a family of sorcerers is indeed different. Do you have any artifacts or magic tools to dispel spells? Big brother was very surprised, loh.”
Odo raised both his hands with open palms, then while putting on a light smile said, “As you can see, I brought absolutely nothing but the clothes I was wearing.”
“Hmm ...” Yor’an put on a knotty smile full of disbelief, then while wiping his sweat he said, “Then you escape from the magic Luring sister with what? Don't talk silly things like your own will, even people who have weak feelings will definitely be tempted earlier.”
“I did not escape, kok.” Odo lowered his hand, smiled slightly with a sharp look in his eyes and said again, “Now I am still tempted with big brother. It's just ...”
“Only?”
“My sense of duty is greater than lust. That's why I stopped and didn't hug my sister, that's all.”
“Hah!” Yor’an was really sick of hearing such nonsense. He walked over, then with an annoyed expression said, “Talk what are you! How could you aristocrats have a sense of responsibility like i—!”
Before Yor’an finished his sentence, losing his leg came to a halt and he was made to be surprised because Odo Luke actually looked at him with a look of pity. It was not carnal lust or dazzling because of her beauty, but just a pitying look as if the young man had seen all that the woman had been through until now.
Odo Luke lowered his stiff shoulders and scrunched his face with a sad look, then while placing his hands in front of his mouth he asked, “Sister of educated people, ‘kan? Why did you choose to be a prostitute?”
Yor’an really could not believe what he saw. In his entire life, it was the first time there was an aristocrat looking at him with such pity. Of all the upper class people Yor’an had met, all of them were always looking at him with a sense of lust or admiration.
Shaking his head and trying not to be affected, the prostitute resentfully said, “What are you talking about? If I was educated, I might end up in a place like this. You mocked me?”
“I really asked, kok.” Odo briefly lifted both sides of his shoulders. Staring straight at the blue-eyed woman, he immediately threw away his pitying expression and said, “So big sister was not confused as I used the words commonly found in fairy tales and history books, and said, ‘kan? Meaning at least brother was ever close to literature, ever held a book. From the age of the older brother, it should be when the little brother gets access to books to read it is quite difficult. When the beginning of the Great War ended people who could read were still very few. Did you ever live in the noble residence—?”
“Close your mouth!” Yor’an looks very angry when touched upon it. His confidence in teasing Odo was completely gone, his gaze became sharp and loudly said, “Despite knowing what you are?! People who always live in luxury homes will never understand the bottom like me!”
“Huh, indeed silly.”
Odo's expression turned 180 degrees, from pity to demeaning. Spreading a dark smile as he extended his hand forward, the young man with black hair said, “When you yourself started, but instead got carried away with emotions so.”
Yor’an was just stunned to hear it, completely clueless as to why the young man who had once looked innocent could put on such an extremely devious facial expression. Vaguely felt bad air from her, making the prostitute step back to avoid her hand.
“A-What are you talking about?” tanya Yor’an with a tremble.
“Not existing.” Odo took one step forward, then while putting on a flat expression he said, “I'm just joking with brother. How does ... feel to be played? The men who are big brother seductive may feel the same way, it's just that the difference is this is fear and what big brother is doing is disappointing them.”
Yor’an was speechless, understanding what he meant but could not understand why the young man said that. As Odo reached out to her again, the prostitute was flabbergasted and closed her eyes immediately.
“Imuti~” Odo touched the prostitute's forehead, then put on a thin smile that looks cool.
Yor’an held her slightly flushed forehead, pensive at the young man's words. His smile really felt strange, he could not guess at all what was actually implied in the actions of the young man.
“Other times don't use your magic when flirting with men,” Odo said as he walked past the prostitute.
At first glance Yor’an just silent, a strange feeling appeared on the chest and the words Odo left behind never disappeared from his mind. Immediately turned around and looked towards the young man, in a loud voice asking, “What do you mean?”
Odo slightly turned his head, then smilingly replied, “I don't mean anything, just a suggestion. Out there must be another place that is more suitable for sister.”
After blurting out the sentence without responsibility, the son of the Luke family looked back and stepped forward. He did not care about Yor’an's impressed expression that he saw at a glance, did not think about it anymore and just blurted out the sentence with experimental intentions.
After a small sigh, Odo in his mind said, “One way to change your lifestyle is to find something new, the fastest thing that can change is love. With that coming into a person's mindset can change, the way his view of the world will expand.” The young man's footsteps momentarily came to a halt, feeling contemptuous in the mind and returning to inhale with fret.
“Lalu ... in the end he became eager to see himself in the mirror, whether he deserved it or not,” muttered Odo in a very quiet voice.
Yor’an wanted to chase after the young man and again asked. But seeing her enter the Alms Lilac brothel, the prostitute's footsteps stopped and immediately abandoned her intentions. He just stared, without being able to call or chase because it was the limit of the place that had been determined by the pimps of each brothel in the place.
Seeing him enter the building of Alms Lilac's house, a glimpse of spite grows in Yor’an's mind. It was very rarely felt, it started to seep into his chest and at a glance made his teeth bully in annoyance. Things like failing to seduce customers only ever felt when she first year became a prostitute, many times to the point of being sick and in the end she learned the enchanting magic of one of her acquaintances in the artisan district.
Failing to woo customers is nothing new to him and he should be used to it. But when he saw Odo turn to another place after rejecting his offer, with a stranger the annoyance was not immediately lost as he felt. In annoyance he quickly turned around, returning to the brothel where he worked.
“Yor’an? Wanna go where? Tonight you haven't got a customer yet, ‘kan?” ask one of his acquaintances a prostitute.
“Tonight I came home early, please pass it on to Madam.”
“Not to be sad so, he's a man from the Luke family. It's not easy to drop it. In fact I salute you dare to challenge from the front like that.”
“Who is sad!”
Yor’an immediately went inside Jasmine's house to pick up her clothes and change. His comrades from the same brothel were at a glance astonished, while the prostitutes from across the street were partly mocking because he had failed to tease the son of the Luke family.