“Sir Falikh.” Oliver called out.

“Call me Sir Falkh.” Falikh corrected.

“Sir Falkh.” Oliver once again called out to him with corrected name.

“What?” Falikh hastily replied.

“Are we there yet?” Oliver’s brief query.

“Quite. A little bit to the corner and we are there.” Falikh answered the question without changing expression.

“I see…” Oliver said as she looks down with eyes cast with shadows.

Falikh and Oliver are currently walking a street where the traffic is a lot less than before. It was not an influence from Oliver’s authority but because the street they are currently walking right now is the border of the commoner’s neighborhood and the upper houses district.

It was obvious that the streets are filled with nothing but emptiness or occasional carriages that carry nobles or someone with a position in the kingdom.

With them are also merchants with high standings in society or those who can afford to buy a house here in the Kerias Capital.

“Sir Falkh…about Genesis.” Oliver sparks another conversation.

“Yeah…” Falikh replied with a weak voice.

“The way you acted…I know our objective is not her downfall or anything but…” Oliver tried to point out something, however, her tongue is tied in knots and she cannot utter words she thinks as something offensive.

“If we subtract her desire to procreate with me despite being my mother or her shady plan to revive a god I don’t care or something, in the end, she is still my mother.” Falikh said as he showed Oliver a grin.

“To have a child with your own son. Her morals are corrupted to that extent. If I remember correctly, it is to create another offspring with your blood, a child she can nurture once more in replacement of you if ever you fail to become the vessel.” Oliver’s words were shaking as if she is really disturbed by the woman in the subject.

“Despite that, don’t you think she’s pitiful?” Falikh immediately asked with a faint smile, almost sad.

“Pitiful? To the woman who ordered the destruction of my kingdom? Now you are asking something weird.” Oliver raises an eyebrow from the odd query coming from Falikh.

“Yeah…despite the Kingdom of Mesola calling her the archbishop, despite being regarded as someone who has the power that can create miracles, in the end, my mother is just another weakling. Take away her staff and strip her of her faith, she’ll become a lifeless husk.” Falikh conveyed those words with utmost sincerity.

“Lifeless husk…” Oliver repeated those words with disbelief.

“There are times when I watched her from behind. She doesn’t show it to anyone, she doesn’t have anyone to confide to, but I can see it from behind…” Falikh started fiddling with his hair as if remembering a painful memory.

“…” Oliver walks quietly with a blank expression, seemingly killing any emotions.

“Her back, even though she hasn’t grown from a girl in her early teens, becomes smaller, as if there’s something heavy. My mother, Genesis, has a reason for all her actions but for some reason, she cannot tell it to anyone.” Falikh’s eyes grew hazy as those words flowed out from his lips.

“…You won’t pull any sympathy out of me. If I have a chance, I will snag her head out of her torso.” Oliver just said coldly while shrugging.

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“Hahaha! You think quite dangerously! You still haven’t changed.” Falikh laughs in glee.

“You are just making fun of me again. I’ll just shut my mouth as usual then.” Oliver said glossed over with a sigh.

“That’s that but…who is that girl from the Dragon race? All I know is that she is Maria but it seems that it’s a fake identity. Why my mother is all the way here from the Mesola Kingdom? Did they really tried to overthrow her?” Falikh’s suspicion arises.

“Our main objective right now is to make a strong faction between The Kingdom of Sirius, the Kingdom of Breille, and the Kingdom of Kerias to keep the Mesola Kingdom in check. Even with a slight power struggle, the Mesola Kingdom still have an overwhelming advantage in any against human kingdoms.” Falikh contemplated.

The Mesola Kingdom, being the center of faith and healing, surpasses the Kerias Kingdom and the Breille Kingdom by a few margins due to harnessing the power of miracles.

People, to work in their farms, in their lands, and to move about for their works, need to be healthy and free of any sickness. If a person attains much, their efficiency at work will have leaps and bounds of improvement.

Having not to worry about health, the people will yield the best result and the economy will boom, meaning, the prices inside the kingdom will drop and the production will keep rising until they can raise the tax again to the suitable amount for land improvement that the Kingdom will implement.

The key factor here too is raising and lowering the tax wherein the people would not complain.

If the people, especially the farmers, yield healthy crops or kept their loss at a minimum, improvement in their lives can be seen and naturally, they will demand a better living condition, as such, needs to raise the tax again to a reasonable amount.

That’s how the Mesola Kingdom juggled its economy to survive, however…

The most defining factor that made them stronger than the other two kingdoms is their win against the Beast Kingdom Maelous.

Militaristic improvement isn’t a pipedream. Soldiers and Knights armed with the knowledge of healing magic can draw out a war far longer than normal soldiers can endure. As such, the Kingdom’s might is now seen as a threat, thus the need to collaborate.

“Ah, we’re here!” Falikh said as they stopped in front of a gorgeous clubhouse-like restaurant in a distance away from the houses of nobles.

The place was so hidden from the pedestrian’s eyes that it looks like a fancy meeting place for nobles with similar hobbies, a special place for gathering.

“Oh, I thought we’d be in a more run down place.” Oliver commented.

“We are hosts! We shouldn’t entertain ladies in a rugged house!” Falikh said with a smug.

As he said those words, Falikh opened the door through their Host Club Branch and was immediately greeted with an atmosphere of glee.

“Welcome, welcome, welcome! This is the Bandit Host Club Lite where we, the handsome bearer of pretty faces shall serve you with gentleness! Oh- it’s just you, granny.” Victoria, in her host mode, while wearing a tux, greeted.

“Hey there Victoria, how’s business in our opening?” Falikh asked with a victorious grin.

“What else could come pass to me, Victoria, the one who brings victory? See it for yourself!” Victoria spreads her arms with joy as she showed Falikh and Oliver the result of their first day of opening.

Across the gorgeous room is a scene where girls of all ages and status gathered while enjoying the food served and being attended by the some of the members of the band.

They are seated in a rounded table with beautiful tablecloth and flowers in vases. The candid lights of the chandelier give the room a pleasant scenery and the magic runes to keep the room at a cool temperature is a big hit.

But of course, the main attraction is the handsome bandits.

“Oh my, Sir Zirk, you’re so brash but that’s what I like.” A girl said as Zirk, one of the bandits, served a food in a tray.

“Hmph, fixing a man’s mistake is a really commendable attitude for a woman. If you think you can correct my actions, then you have proven yourself a woman capable of an intellectual romance. After all, a flower without a thorn isn’t exciting to gaze at all.” Zirk said as he lifts a spoon and played with it.

“You are so tall and burly but it doesn’t hinder any of your charm, Sir Teth! To be even capable of cooking these dishes by yourself, you are far better than my cook!” A woman said as she complimented Teth.

“I have no words to express except my sincere gratitude. I did an extensive study just to satisfy my customer’s palate, more so when she is a charming woman.” Teth said with a captivating wink that made th woman around him blush fiercely.

“Mister Marc, have you ever thought of growing your hair out?” A woman said as she started flirting with the bald monk.

“Does it look unacceptable to be like this?” Marc asked with a slight smile.

“No…you look rather perfect now…” The girls around him laugh in unison.

Falikh smiled at the scene of success and glance back to Victoria who now holds several girls in his arms.

“As you can see, it’s a huge success when you put me in the frontline! Hahaha!’ Victoria laughs as she walks away with a horde of girls.

“Your schemes are incredible as always.” Oliver muttered.

“That’s a curveball…I’ve been with you so I don’t have anything to do with this…” Falikh replied.