Marble Rose House.
This place was not-so-famous brothel here in the Capital. Compared to the bigger and more famed brothels, Marble Rose House was just a little, newly established brothel.
The only unique element and attraction point of Marble Rose House was its building. A three-story Eastern-styled building with its roof tiles, which is rare here.
The reason why Marble Rose House has such structures was because the Brothel Keeper where someone who came from east.
Marble Rose House even have some noble customers who would hire their ladies from time to time. Marble Rose House were a fresh air for them, with their eastern clothes wearing women and how unique the eastern-styled building, arrangements, and entertainments were in their eyes.
But it was the first time for Fylio, the trainee, and the other women of Marble Rose House.
To welcome a very unusual guest like this pair of man and woman.
"Good Morning, everyone! I am the Lips gourmet, Mister Lippolas! The one ventures different places of the world to taste the lips of ladies!"
High black hat, black tailed coat, and black pants. Looks formal, but felt cheap since their attires looked like someone's used clothes.
The pair of blue-haired man and woman were standing at the front of the Marble Rose House door, in front of Fylio, who was sweeping the yard.
That is the beginning of the bizarre situation they experienced that day.
"A-Ah... Um... G-Grandma!"
Afraid of them, Fylio hastily threw the broom she held in her hands and ran away. She entered the building to call others.
After some time, Fylio came back with a middle-aged woman who looked aged but still quite beautiful in her forties.
"Are you the Brothel keeper of this brothel?"
The man immediately asked the old woman after seeing that she had shown up.
"Yes—"
"OH, THANK YOU, LADY! Without further ado, why don't you show me the ladies already?"
The middle-aged woman, Mrs. Li, couldn't even say her confirmation because the man quickly cut her words with his shout, startling them... Even his partner as well.
What kind of people are these two!?
Fylio didn't even ever imagining had a dream of encountering such a bizarre pair in her nightmare.
***
—An hour before the Marble Rose House.
"If Glamoria finds out that I kissed some ladies in the Brothel, what do you think she would do, Marie?"
Fear of the worst, Loryarc asked Marie after they had taken some distance from the palace and stood at the center of the Capital.
They finally exited the cage called Scarlet Palace, Glamoria's absolute territory, and stepped into a whole new world of townscape and townpeople.
From what Loryarc could see, the architecture level of this world—or rather, this town—was at the medieval level.
There were strange and wondrous ornaments adorning the buildings and things here and there, but overall, it was medieval.
Marie answered after forming a stiff smile on her face.
"Um... I'm not really sure. It would be bad, I'm certain."
The existence called Glamoria Hallmeavan was someone beyond Marie's comprehension. Her actions seemed so strange and unreasonable that it was scary to even imagine why she did what she did.
"As expected..."
Loryarc already expected that much.
Women like her, strangely enough, didn't want to be betrayed in any form in their relationship, while they betraying or hurts their partners without hesitate if the chances came.
Loryarc never thought that he was so smart or anything.
But he knew a common knowledge that's said that if you don't want to get caught, just disguise yourself.
"Let's go, Marie."
Loryarc patted Marie's shoulder and pointed his thumb to the town.
"Go to the brothel?" Marie asked in curiousity.
But Loryarc shook his head.
"No. To the market."
Marie stunned for a moment. She blinks, confused, but still nodded.
"O-okay..."
Loryarc smiled and take a step forward, then halted his step.
He turned around.
"Ah... Please show the way, Marie."
"Al-alright..."
Marie remembered that her Master has lost his memories.
So Marie stepping in her Master's front, guiding him while glancing at his face from time to time.
How can you forget the fact that you lost your memories, Master? Marie questioned inside her mind.
Well... Maybe because you has lost the memories themselves, you are forgetting it quickly, I suppose?
Marie held her hands together and feeling the warm of the gloves she wear while let her mind goes with her inner ponder.
The market Loryarc want was the ones far from nobles' reach. It is to avoid the case where Glamoria finding out the truth.
So Marie brought him to the commoners' general market.
Since Loryarc was often going to that place back then, when he had not yet bethroted with Glamoria and reduced to disabled state, Marie knew the way as well as the back of her hands.
Loryarc pinched his chin, thinking of what he needed for the disguise.
"Hm... I think we at least needed wigs and clothes." He muttered.
"Wigs as well, Master?" Marie stated her doubt.
Marie didn't think they would need to disguise themselves to that extent.
But Loryarc immediately deject her naivete.
"Ck, ck, ck... You didn't understand, don't you, Marie?"
"Eh?"
"A woman like Glamoria is akin to a dog, you know? Understood?"
"..."
Lady Glamoria was a dog?
Cold sweats formed at her forehead as she looked at her surroundings, making sure that no one heard his words.
Maybe her Master was saying something like that after his frustration mounted up, but that was dangerous!
"D-Don't say something like that, Master!"
Marie was only relieved after confirming that no one seemed to be paying much attention to them.
"Why can't I?"
Loryarc looked at her as if she were asking something too absurd to comprehend.
"Women like her deserved some punches, you know? They didn't want you to do something they hate, but they wouldn't listen to you when you told them to stop. They would shout at you if you were too close to a woman, while they stored handsome guys' numbers on their phone! Bitches like them needed some fucking shit to pushed onto their piss hole!"
"H-huh? Number? Phone?"
Question marks popped up one after another from Marie's head.
She doesn't understand what her Master is saying.
She just tilted and tilted her head while her Master continue with his complain.
They walked side by side with every type of stands open on the right and left sides of the road.
Her Master only stopped complaining after he spotted two pair of used black clothes on the second clothes stand. There are even some colorful wigs at the stand.