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Third Story, Her Highness, Princess Silveria’s Circ.u.mstances

Returning to my own room, just as I was leaning back on my first-cla.s.s chair, legs crossed out in front of me, my shop a.s.sistant opens the door into the room without even knocking yet again.

Although I would say we have many proper and reliable guys, considering how the situations inevitably get out of hand, I guess I just don’t care about their etiquette and manners flying out the window anymore.

They handle our dear customers (The Perverted b.a.s.t.a.r.ds) properly, and it’ll feel awkward if I complain about them even when they’re panicking.

It’ll be annoying if they quit as well, you know.

Speaking of which, what is it this time, geez.

Just a short while ago didn’t we settle down a gigantic mess even for our store?

“Tha-that is, I was seen by Her Highness, Princess Silveria and, she said that she wants to meet the Manager….”

She came again huh, that spoiled little girl with her head in the skies.

I don’t know how many times I’ve told that d.a.m.n sugar brain, ‘This isn’t a place for someone like you, a sheltered little princess’.

In the first place, what’s going on with the security of the royal palace.

The red-light district, though it may still be the early evening, is not a place where the first Princess, reaching marriageable age, is allowed to come to thoughtlessly.

Recently she’s been coming here, getting along with our ladies, and thus becoming unusually knowledgeable about s.e.x just through the ears of others. Is that alright Mercenary King?

I don’t care you know, not even if she gets involved with some strange man who tortures her in her dreams.

“Manager! Tonight shall be the night you lend me your ear and listen to my proposal. I have also received acknowledgement from my father…. The emperor this time so, it’s no longer merely a selfish pipe dream.”

Say, First Princess.

On top of your status, you should have had your manners and politeness. .h.i.t into you since you were young right?

Or what? Did the rumour get around that you’ll be cursed if you knock on my office door?

Royalty, of all people to have their greetings tossed far away, and although it may be the workplace, you still shouldn’t enter a man’s room.

The peculiar red pupils of the Gren Royal Family, and magnificently spread blonde hair.

I have absolutely no idea what has been done to that hair to have it become so swirly like that.

It can even be said that this is the crystallization of what the successive kings of the Gren Royal Family have taken into actual practise, ‘Great men have great fondness of sensual pleasures’, who have continued to welcome immensely beautiful women as queens for generations.

Either way, the Queens’ genetics which have been left behind like their names in history are doing their job properly and thus are holders of beauty on par with our top 3.

Different from the top 3 in our store who are rich with experience, I think that it’s pretty amazing that someone unused, can be this uncomplimentary seductive as well.

There’s no doubt that within a year, the princes’ of the various countries would be queuing up, courting for her marriage as they seek the approval of the Mercenary King, right.

She doesn’t even lose to Lady Rola’s stupidly large breast and a.r.s.e at all.

Well, unlike Lady Rola, I haven’t seen her directly but, they’re so splendid that not even those gorgeous fluttery clothes could conceal them.

Her appearances are elegant even within the Gren Royal Family, and it’s probably the result of the genetics race, with the current Queen winning.

The King of Gren is called the Mercenary King but although the current generation is a handsome man within all handsome men, he has an extremely stern expression so, he completely grasps the feeling as the rightful boss of the mercenaries.

Her little sister feels just like their father, a stern looking beauty.

She’s still a kid though.

“Your Highness Silveria, the First Princess”

“What, what is it Manager”

Without even getting up from my chair, I cross my arms with my elbows across the desk, entwining my fingers right in front of my mouth; I open my mouth and sternly say, making Princess Silveria jump.

She’s a good woman, that’s for sure.

Even though she’s royalty, she’s not very domineering; she’s sentimental but, she’s a woman who is willing to take action while thinking of other people.

Although I may be the kingdom’s finest, if it was said that a mere Manager of a brothel is sitting in his chair, acting arrogant in front of her highness, the Princess; It would already be a great insolence without even mentioning that the Princess isn’t even seated.

And then, where she should’ve been enraged, she jumps and lets out a frightened voice, which is why, she is so charming, so pleasant.

“You’ve come to me many times but, what I meant by your highness’ intentions being ‘naive’ is not because of something of the likes of, not receiving his highness, the King’s permission.”

I try to explain it to her with as gentle a tone as I could.

Maybe that was a land mine.

“Haven’t I asked many times for Manager, when in this place to speak as if you would normally? I am indeed this country’s Princess but, when I come into this establishment I come here as a fair negotiator. There is no need to treat me politely.”

Oh right. She was this kind of annoying princess, this fellow.

From her Crimson pupils which seemed able to attract any man, tears were forming.

If you’re going to cry from just this then, seriously, just f.u.c.k the negotiations.

“Ahhh, fine fine, I understand, dear princess. Like I said, it’s not a problem of whether you obtain the permission of his highness or, whether you can ensure that our ladies employment.”

“Why! It’s true their income will lessen. But for a women, that, our body….that”

To come here in order to negotiate for the closure of our brothel, it’s out of question to hesitate speaking of it at this time.

She isn’t being half hearted, and she is very much serious about this but, whether she could save them or not is a very delicate matter.

“I don’t know about the other shops but, our ladies here chose to be in this business of their own free will. We won’t chase after those who leave and, those who come here are, apologies but, those who are chosen by us. It means that even if you’re Royalty, you have no right to b.u.t.t into this matter”

The Mercenary King should have known all about this though.

a.s.suming the country wants to get rid of places like brothels, it’s not like they can enforce policies.

This is a large business even for this country, this town of the night.

“B-but to force those with a debt to work or, forcing those girls who had been kidnapped to work…..”

Ahh, it’s true that there are such s.h.i.+tty situations.

And no matter how hard they work, nothing comes out of it.

“You know? I certainly think that there are those shops, as well as ladies who are in that situation but, that’s precisely when it’s fine for those countries to take responsibility, to take control of the situation and crush them, to forbid unfair money lending, since to saving those victims is the job of those countries. I wouldn’t mind if you go ahead and do that for me.”

I don’t want to be bunched together with those sc.u.m but, that’s exactly why I say our shop isn’t planned to be a first-cla.s.s establishment.

Making money off the determination of their ladies and the l.u.s.tful desires of those dear customers (Perverted b.a.s.t.a.r.ds). In the end, we belong in the same rabbit hole.

You might even say that we only proclaim our stance as righteous but, our qualities are bad.

If you want to get rid of us then, I won’t deny that doing it cleanly and thoroughly is best.

No matter how much determination you have, there’s no doubt about the fact that this line of work is tough after all.

However even if “Papillon’s Somnium (We)” are gone, it doesn’t mean that our way of business is going to die.

If the country’s laws forbid it then, we’ll just go underground.

And if it comes to that then, without a doubt, it’ll become even worse than we have it now.

First of all, as long as people don’t change, there’s no way laws can bind them to anything.

I understand that.

If that’s the case then you can say that I’m self-complacent or, that I’m just deceiving myself but, at the very least, for the regions that I am able to reach, I want to have a prim and proper shop for as long as I can.

I can’t say something so outrageous like this princess here, being so arrogant as to want to save everyone, and I don’t want to say that.

“However….given that we’re full of especially beautiful women….we absolutely won’t approve of them giving their body to a gentleman they don’t like just for the sake of money.”

It’s not like you don’t understand, princess.

The townspeople only speak of ideals, they don’t live by them.

Not approving, that’s fine.

Thus at the very least they can live protecting their virtues, and ideals.

I won’t make fun of them, or laugh that they’re being childish.

That is a proud way of life.

However, don’t misunderstand princess.

Our ladies do indeed receive money selling their body, time and technique.

However, our goal isn’t just money. Each of them sell themselves, having their own absolute unwavering reasons to be realised with their money.

They laugh it off, endure their tears, and clench their teeth.

You cannot sum it all up as “for the sake of money”.

Well, although, it is true that amongst our ladies there are a few who are carefree and doing this for a reason that even I can’t understand.

Even so, that doesn’t mean others can just run their mouth.

It’s not just for a way to feed themselves, and I can’t say that I can present you a way for them to quit, no matter how much you wish for it.

“That’s so sad. Do you understand, women are….”

Ahh, this princess is such a insatiable person.

“Your highness, Princess Silveria”

Freezing upon hearing my voice, her highness Princess Silveria stops talking.