As I am waving goodbye to my supporter and kind of friend, I start recalling our almost three hour long conversation about our opponents. Since I'm not too knowledgeable about this place, I needed the help.
From what Rosé has told me, Fulcrum was under the people who run the DWI company known for their weapons making.
In fact, they are so renowned that the richest village in Gwanya, Whittaker Village, is named after their founder, Daniel Whittaker. It's a fun fact, but also a testament to their legacy.
No matter how powerful the Danlias are or how much more weapons the Lamberts sold compared to DWI, legacy is on DWI's side on this one.
To put into perspective how old DWI is, the Danlia Corporation has been around for around 800-900 years. That's almost of millennia of history and that's very impressive.
Back on earth, the only companies that are nearing a thousand years old were small family run shops. To manage a massive corporation like Danlia needs patient, education and a lot of luck.
One bad generation with an infertile spawn might ruin their legacy as the familial rulers of their company. This is what happened with the Lamberts.
Lambert Blacksmiths has been around for even longer than the Danlia Corporation, having around 1100-1200 years of history under their name. They are a long line of people, that's for sure.
Unfortunately in recent years, they had some bad luck with offspring. To put this in short, they were stupid. They had absolutely no talent in an office and all the talent in fighting.
Even then, their child died out fighting. So, they were in a predicament.
They had to either have their 3 year old daughter take over, which would be ripe for the pickings amongst the board of directors and shareholders, or have another son.
To have their 3 year old take over would be ludicrous. Why not just sell all of the company to the board why don't we?
So, they had no choice but to have another child. It didn't have to be a boy, but being a boy meant that he had more respect in the workplace amongst his colleagues.
The Danlias are a testament to powerful businesswomen, but it took a lot of threats to make the board subservient to the name of Rosé.
They had many options: they could try for a baby which would be impossible, have some sort of equipment and train them which would ruin their reputation, or go for the best option.
They could adopt a boy that was recently thrown out of a fallen noble house who had the qualifications to deal with the company. This was Ulysses, and from Rosé's own words, "the little brat".
This is expected. For a family that has existed for over a millennia, its even still impressive that it took this long for them to have offspring problems. This is where the Whittaker's are the true weirdos here.
They have been in existence for.....5000 years. Yes, that is correct. They have been active for over 5000 years.
By 5000 years ago, I meant that some bloke from the Whittaker family from 5000 years ago thought it would be a good idea to become a merchant, and so he did.
It wasn't until the demon war that he turned to weaponry which boosted their sales. They have outlived entire fucking countries.
Their family name is older than the country Gwanya, Darcy and even the past two E Mo Zhi Di's combined.
E Mo Zhi Di is the demon kingdom that basically lives and dies every thousand years, Darcy was created around 800 years ago while Gwanya was made around 1500 years ago.
They are older than those countries, and then some. This is incredibly useful for when dealing with the elderly and more conservative businessmen and conservative nobles.
The Whittaker's are the backbone of Fulcrum's success, but he has slightly started branching out. We have to capitalize on him still being a baby bird to burnt he tree and him before he flies away.
To take down the Whittaker's is to take down their long time friends and owners of the massive bank, Argent. These people are obviously the loud Bassets and the reserved Durands.
But that is a story for a whole nother time. Right now, it's time for me to relax in my hotel room.
With all of my dealings for now sorted out with Rosé, I choose to sit back in my comfy chair and watch the outdoors. There isn't any television, so I have to improvise.
There is the local paper, but I'm not fond of seeing myself on the front cover. For the next few days, the only stories would probably be about the heroes returning and their sponsors congratulating them.
With that in mind, I lay back and enjoy the sunset right in front of me. I have a glass of wine in my right hand and a cigarette in my other.
It's is peak luxury, and as 5e middle class people work and come home from their grueling jobs, my hotel room probably costs more than they can afford forever.
It's a great disparity of wealth that begs the question of why has nobody revolted yet.
I remember about Fulcrum stealing my horns and the fact that he is a Whittaker man makes this all the better; I unknowingly helped my and my ally's cause. This brings more value to me as well since I am the only one that knows the plan.
They can't betray me now, or at least it wouldn't be the smartest decision. They'd have to wait until my plan is fully set in motion,w high would be right up until the trial of the millennia: Hero v. Military.
It's an exciting title that I'd definitely be excited for. To think that I went from being a regular highschool student to an alleged treasonous person is absurd.
I head out of my room for a couple of minutes to order a call girl that the hotel only provides for those in the higher floors. Soon, a beautiful pale girl comes in my room and sits down on my lap.
I unbutton my pants and we get straight to business. She acts coquettishly in my lap while squirming on purpose to entice me. She's good.
"I've never been fucked by a hero before..."
"No, right now I'm not a hero, I'm just the go about to make you cum"
She shivers under my intense gaze and serious words. I rest my hard cock right on top of her vagina and just as she was begging, I insert it inside, making sure to be careful.
Her mouth loudly moans as the sunset is in clear view from my balcony of opulence. Like some exhibitionist couple, I slowly walk her over to the edge of the balcony while ducking her in doggystyle.
"Anhhh~ annnhhh....h-harder, sir hero!"
"Don't need to tell me...urghh"
I start pounding her with a vigor that only rabbits would have. Too bad I was t planing on making babies. With a final grunt, I smack her ass and I cum inside of her.
Her body shakes and trembles before collapsing onto the ground. I clean her up with some spells and send her in her way, making sure to give her a generous tip.
I'm a monster who would kill my own brethren, but I know good service when I fuck it.
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