"Dinner is ready?" asked the Valkyrie, tilting her head.
"This child, I swear..." complained Z, raking his curly hair.
"Yea, you can have whatever you wish for. Other than human meat, of course," said Ysabeau, ruffling the girl's hair.
"I want stag tonight," replied Mavislin, following Ysabeau back to the Old Chapel.
"I won't sleep tonight," grumbled Bryan, getting up from his position.
"You did well, you deserve a few days off," permitted Mavislin as Bryan difted of to the land of sleep.
Aftter a few days of rest, it was time for the founders to address the standing issues of the Albion Domain. With Gab's letters on hand, it was time to embark on their next mission. Gillian seemed optimistic for once.
"To reiterate, we will be going to the Albion Domain. We'll meet up with Gab there as well. He will give more information. For now, get ready. Ladies, look your most beautiful to find the missing prostitutes. Guys, do your utmost to get intelligence from Masters of the brothels."
"Infiltrate the Red Light Districts. Where love and desire flourish. Where the darkest of nights births the best crime scenes. Where desire fuels the area like a rose having its petals plucked. This is your next mission. Find the missing ladies."
Gillian's voice boomed across the miniature meeting room. Ysabeau had already recovered her missing wing and was ready to take on this mission. Since Bryan was new, he was to be dragged in as well. And if a Pillar is drawn in, would mean that Mavislin has to follow as well.
"Well, I shall continue in-depth about how we shall move in the streets. The whole place is called the Red Light District, which means there are going to be lots of brothels around. Like what Gillian has instructed, Ysabeau and I will be all dolled up," explained Mavislin.
"Then what about me?" asked Bryan, feeling very uncomfortable.
"No worries, I won't be asking you to become a girl. First, you shall act as a 'seller', trying to get Ysabeau and me into different brothels. We can't be in the same one. Most likely, Gab will help you in this as well, once we meet with him."
"I don't like seeing women as objects to sell," protested Bryan.
"Well, you gotta suck it up. Don't worry, we won't get taken advantage of. But make sure you can survive without us," said Ysabeau.
Bryan opened his mouth but couldn't come up with a good answer so closed it promptly.
"In the meantime, as you sell us, make sure to get any tidbit of information from the Masters. They are the leaders of the individual brothels. Like managers. They have the most access to information on where the women are going and sold off to," explained Mavislin.
"If everyone's clear, then let's get a move on. Four months to recover is enough for all. I'm sure Mavislin is itching to get back into the field," said Gillian, smirking.
"Finally, one that doesn't involve my twin," said Mavislin, stretching out her arms.
"It's too soon to say," warned Bryan, standing up.
They have been in the meeting room for a solid four hours. They had been discussing which brothel to head to and where was the place to find Gab without raising suspicion. After all, Gab was the unspoken leader of the Albion Domain.
He may be a Baron, but the Red Light District's Masters refer to him as the big boss. He has access to all the beautiful ladies out there but he still chooses his wife. For business, he needs to pretend. But with the help of the Mages, he doesn't need to do so.
The first letter was given to Mavislin after Bryan had joined the Barren Pillars. It had started with the disappearance of some prostitutes. Each prostitute that was recognized by the Domain had a track record. But some of the ladies' track records stopped at a place called the Dome.
In the second letter, Gab mentioned that he could not find any brothel called the Dome and was getting worried since the numbers of missing cases were getting higher. Sellers and Masters were complaining as well since after each trade, the people would vanish without a trace.
This cost both manpower and money. Brothels within the area had to make money for Domain's economy to be stable. Or else, everything would crumble. Mavislin wrote back this time, asking why should the Mages get involved once more.
The Umbra incident got out of hand and caused a mess of problems. And calling the Arks for such small matters would be asking for a kick in the face. Not to mention he wrote in personally to deliver the letters to Mavislin herself, the leader of an Ark.