“Master, have you figured out more of the story?”

The girls caught me looking at the dungeon lore. Even though I had no intention of completing this dungeon lore and gaining another tattoo, I still couldn’t help but want to see all the murals and try to understand what I was looking at. As a normal, non-dying dungeon, the murals were clear on the wall, although the images didn’t always lead to a clear story.

The previous murals depicted a man marrying a woman, it revealed the woman was a maid who fell in love with the man. Finally, there was a mural of the woman killing the man. This mural was actually a little bit perverted. It depicted the woman and man in bed together. It wasn’t extremely graphic, but it showed enough that the girls blushed when they glanced at it.

That’s when I noticed that there was a maid outfit on the ground. Suddenly, I came to realize that the wife the husband had married was not the same woman as the maid! In other words, the Widow who murdered her husband murdered a man who was having an affair on her.

“It seems like the lord was having an affair on his wife. He was sleeping with the maid who was in love with him.”

Lydia frowned. “Oh, disgusting! A man should never cheat on his wife! He should have been stabbed!”

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I couldn’t stop a wry smile from forming on my lips. “You know… Lydia… if I got married…”

“Master…” She rolled her eyes. “We already explained, we’re slaves, so it doesn’t count.”

“Seriously? Well, what about Faeyna? She’s a maid and a slave!”

Lydia sighed. “Then Master can have her. You can even enjoy Salicia and Carmine if you want. However, you really should just make them concubines if you want to play with them. Still, no one would blame you if you played with the guards a bit. It’s only natural.”

Why was Lydia explaining this like it was all obvious? Worse, the other girls were listening and nodding, like they were taking notes and accepting this as gospel. Shao, especially, had a surprised expression but was nodding like she had to accept Lydia’s words at all costs, even if reluctantly.

“But what if I got married?” I tried to get her to slip a bit on her declarations because they were far too generous.

“I’ve already properly explained things to Eliana. I suppose I should talk to Raissa too, but I figured she’s more likely to be a concubine… if Master takes interest in even other woman, then I’ll naturally explain things properly so they understand. That’s how I was taught. Proper communication is key toward happy sex play.”

Somehow, coming from a prostitute, I had a feeling that it had a different connotation, but Lydia who had never become a full-fledged prostitute despite being trained as one had formed her own code of ethics. Perhaps, I had taken for granted how smoothly all of the girls had started to get along since Lydia and Miki had reconciled. Lydia must have been working hard in the background to keep the girls in line.

“Lydia…. What if I wanted to marry you?”