This winter has been very disruptive.

Aside from the scarcity of foodstuffs that could only be obtained from imports outside the city, the following problem of health issues due to the lack of bathing became something worth complaining about.

Fortunately after I thought a thousand times, I decided to buy an inn. With this, there are three properties that can make money.

All three were bought using borrowed money. Making the margin that can be earned passively tends to have a very small nominal value.

But that's not a problem. Because now I have a house that I can live in and do what I want. I can now ask the innkeeper to bring warm water for me to bathe in.

"Hmm... No noise."

Sitting on the wooden floor, I rinsed my naked body using a wet cloth.

The warm water touching my skin caused the cold air around to disappear.

I then looked to the side where a large mirror showed the reflection of my naked body without wearing a single piece of clothing.

My breasts looked round from a distance with nipples that were not erect.

"These haven't even grown at all over the past year. Can't I grow up more than my current appearance?"

I asked that in my mind.

To confirm something, I then looked down between her crotch. Fine, thin black hairs spread just above my red pussy lips.

Pink and firm, indicating that nothing hard had ever entered there, not even my own hand.

"Virgin... after living for over hundreds of thousands of years, the only thing that hasn't changed about me is my virginity... ah."

I don't know why. I don't have a strong enough attraction for the opposite sex. It's probably because in the past I rarely thought about it, so what occupied my mind was always work.

But I was satisfied. I was satisfied with everything I had achieved.

It was a point of great satisfaction. After gaining wealth, strength and power, even after all of that crumbled to dust, I still wanted more.

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My eyes turned slightly sharp as I exposed my hairless armpits. They were white so I started cleaning them with a wet cloth. As I looked at the mirror that showed the curves of my body, it made me comment.

"I don't remember ever being approached by a man before. Ever since I was born, people tend to be afraid of my expressions. Is it because I'm too different from the average woman?"

According to scientific journals I've read, women tend to beautify themselves to attract the attention of the opposite sex.

Although in modern civilization there are many women who beautify themselves for personal satisfaction. In fact, the human genetic makeup intentionally instills that instinct in women to trigger the reproductive process.

On the other hand, a man also has the same thing.

So what's wrong with that?

-Well, the answer is ethics and culture.

Culture and ethics are the reason for the term marriage.

In the beginning, humans didn't need to marry for reproduction, but because of ethics and culture it became necessary.

I didn't mention that marriage was wrong, because it was in fact the way humans in the past had been able to ensure the survival of the species in the harsh universe.

I then stood up and looked into the mirror.

It was now the turn of my short white hair to be rinsed.

"It seems that beauty is not the only factor why a man approaches a woman."

Some rude men sometimes make me sick, so sometimes I kill them. Although it doesn't happen now, will it happen in the future? In the past, there were a lot of men from the mafia world who looked down on me, but unfortunately in this day and age there is no such thing as the mafia.

"What's wrong with old women not getting married? I'm even young."

Yes, that's right. How could this beautiful face reflected in the mirror deserve to be called an old woman.

Really. Why does the social pressure in all ages continue to push women to get married quickly and have children? Where is the meaning of freedom of individual rights?

Or have I violated the code of ethics as part of the human species? So that people I don't know well continue to push me to have a child quickly?

"Entering the upper social classes, would mean more interactions of noble wives or wealthy merchants. In such a circle of friends, they always talk about the same things. That's boring, can't those women talk about business? Instead of asking useless things that invade privacy."

I knew they used the same topic just for the sake of small talk. But that still didn't change the fact that what they were saying was quite annoying.

After a while, I shook my head trying to forget it all before drying myself off with a towel.

Opening the wooden cabinet on the side and reaching for the underwear.

I wore black panties between my crotch and then wore tight underwear with a design that deliberately made a woman have a wide waist.

The design is the same as what was often worn by Europeans in medieval times.

"It's pretty good, although it feels tight."

Having finished putting on the black underwear, my attention now turned towards the handgun on the table.

I sat on the wooden chair so that the skin of my buttocks was in contact with the cold temperature. Immediately, I grabbed the handgun to disassemble it into small pieces.

The parts of the handgun were scattered on the table.

Grabbed one of the pieces of iron and cleaned it with a specially made brush.

This is very important to keep the quality of the weaponry at its best.

"You've survived quite well."

I said that before letting out a small breath to let the frost on the metal surface melt.

Reconfirming and checking the other components, I then re-assembled the handgun.

Placed the finished handgun on the table and then reached for the magazine beside it.

The number of bullets in the magazine was reduced by five.

"This one is for Johan, four are for his men. While the rest are probably for the disrespectful men."

Inserting the magazine into the handgun, I pointed it at the window. One of my eyes closed as I began to focus.

There was nothing out there, but I believed that in less than two months. The hundreds of bullets I was carrying would definitely run out.

"Ammo problems and of course time are not on my side. So what should I do? Is there anything worth replacing all the ammunition I have? I'm not good with a sword, that's a bad choice."

Standing up from the chair.

Putting on all the clothes with long pants and white uniform. I then put the handgun into my uniform pocket.

After that, I grabbed my white coat and knocked on the door.

"Open."

The door slowly opened.

Waiting for me there were three men wearing clothes and coats similar to mine, the same design in the male version but with obviously different materials. They all carried swords, so I also prepared a black sword under my coat for safety.

Stepping out to leave the inn. My three subordinates soon followed.

"First. Let's recruit more loyal comrades."

Roland then nodded at me.