"Alright, Daisy, I'm off now. Thank you."
"Be good on the road, Mr. Harrison. It looks like there will be a lot of pretty girls there to hold you back!"
Harrison just laughed at Daisy's sarcasm as he waved his hand at her.
Daisy was still there, watching Harrison board the carriage, and then the male slave stood at the back of the carriage. Harrison jerked the reins, the horses whinnied softly, and began to move.
"See you soon, Daisy!" Harrison called out to the young widow. "I await your approval when I return."
"Be careful of the pit, Mr. Harrison!" Daisy waved her hand and Harrison laughed again.
Daisy returned to the kitchen as the carriage pulled away from the front yard of her small shop.
"Aah," Daisy said, finding Vir sitting smiling with his arms folded on the table. "You've finished your bath."
"What did I tell you?" Vir hid his laughter. "You should get a husband so no one teases you anymore."
"Oh, whatever!" Daisy giggled as she tucked the money bag under her clothes.
More precisely, into the cleavage of her large breasts, and that made Vir's face redden again, and he looked down, gulping.
"You're eavesdropping on my conversation. You don't have anything else to do, do you?"
Vir shrugged, hiding his smile at the tantalizingly beautiful sight just now.
"Hey, what can I do?" Vir retorted. "Anyone can hear—who was that again? Ah, Mr. Harrison. Yeah, he's got a great speaking voice."
Daisy giggled. "What an idiot!"
"I'm just telling the truth. Is that wrong?"
"Never mind, just forget about him. Now, why haven't you eaten your breakfast yet?" asked Daisy, who didn't realize where Vir's gaze was directed.
"I'd better wait for you guys," Vir replied. He pointed towards the bathroom door.
"Aah, the princess is taking a bath."
"What a freak!" Vir laughed along with Daisy.
But there was still something missing on the table, a fork and a dinner knife. So, Daisy got those things ready. Placing the fork and knife onto her plate, then onto the plate Aira would be using, and then onto Vir.
Vir just watched the beautiful young widow do everything, he just smiled and admired her.
Daisy frowned. "What are you looking at?" she looked down and found her breasts slightly exposed. "Oh, you old fart!"
Vir laughed softly. "Thank you," he said. "What a lovely start to the morning."
Daisy straightened her back, hands on her hips, and gazed at Vir with a small shake of her head.
"You're a pervert. You know that?"
"Hey, come on now!" Vir relaxed his shoulders with a chuckle. "You can't judge me like that, Daisy. You put that beauty in front of my eyes. Am I wrong if I enjoy that beauty?"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever!"
Then there were the voices of two people from the front. Daisy turned to them, then to Vir.
"Last one," she said as she left the kitchen to go to her small shop in the front room.
Vir just nodded. Maybe it was because she was pretty, friendly, dexterous, and a young widow that her little shop always had customers, he thought.
"Damn! What was I thinking?" Vir snorted softly to dispel the negative thoughts running through his head.
"Hi, Daisy, how's our stuff?"
Vir heard a man's shrill voice. He snorted with laughter. It sounded like the sound of an old tin can being dragged around, he thought.
"Same as always," Daisy replied. "Always good, especially when you have loyal customers like you two."
"Wow! Is that an invitation?"
And the other one's voice even sounded like a donkey's, Vir laughed even more inwardly.
"Come on!" said Daisy.
And Vir could only listen without knowing what Daisy was doing with the two customers in the front room.
"Aren't you tired of hitting on me?"
The two male customers laughed.
"Hey," said the man who sounded like a tin can, according to Vir. "Did you know?"
"What?" asked Daisy, who was preparing the items that the two had ordered.
"Eliana."
"I know who that woman is," said Daisy. "So, what happened to her?"
"The riders raped her."
"Oh, my God!" Daisy let out a long, heavy sigh. "Did that really happen?
"That's true," said the man whose voice was like that of a donkey, according to Vir, again. "It's so sad that even her husband died a horrible death, becoming food for the three riders' dragons."
Hmm, so that woman's name is Eliana, huh? Thought Vir who heard the conversation of the three people in the front room.
"I feel very sorry for her," the man said again. "When she returned to her parent's house, Eliana was like someone who had lost her mind."
"Yeah," said his friend, "that's quite depressing."
Daisy didn't take it any further. Sad and angry, that's for sure. But she couldn't do anything about that sort of thing.
After all, bad things like that happened all the time. Riders acted arbitrarily, and it was no secret, everyone knew about it.
This was one of the reasons why people like Daisy felt disappointed with the Central Empire for never taking the matter seriously.
In fact, the riders are under their direct authority and everyone knows this. But no, instead of investigating and then punishing the riders who have done evil, the Central Empire is silent or even defends them.
"Listen, Daisy," said the man with the voice of a tin can. "You're a widow and live alone in this house your parents left behind."
"So?" Daisy snorted, knowing exactly where he was going with this.
"I mean," the man cleared his throat and smiled broadly, "it would be better for you to become the wife of one of us."
"Yeah, that's right," the other man chuckled. "That way, at least we can protect you. As you know, those riders always target women from the lower classes."
"Hey, come on!" Daisy stood with her hands on her waist and looked at the two in turn. "Do I look like someone from the lower class? Is that what you think?"
"No, you're not," said the man with a voice like a broken can. "But, you live alone, Daisy. A very beautiful young widow, too."
"Damn, you're hitting on me again!" Daisy laughed softly. "You guys never seem to give up, do you?"
"We're serious," said the man with the voice of a donkey. "Who can take care of you if you're always doing everything alone? Or, going to one place or another by yourself? I'm telling you, Daisy, you could be an easy target for those riders."
"Oh, is that what you think?" Daisy smiled widely. "Aren't you two the ones who are targeting me?"
The two men looked at each other, scratched their heads, and laughed again.
"Well," Daisy said, "one dozen each. Take your share."
"Yep!" said the other man. Then he handed Daisy a bag of money. "You've always been reliable. Thank you."
"You'd better," said the second man, who also handed Daisy a bag of money. Then he took his share of the goods. "To think about our offer again, OK?"
"Alright, alright!" Daisy took a deep breath. "Just to please you guys."
"Oh my!" the second man chuckled. "You're lucky you're pretty, otherwise, I would have ignored you." He giggled again.
And there in the kitchen, Vir was again stifling his laughter because the man's voice really sounded like a donkey's, he thought.
"All right, Daisy, thank you."
The two men left in their respective horse-drawn carriages. Daisy smiled and shook her head as she watched them move further and further away.
"Yup, done for the start of the morning," muttered the young widow.
Daisy returned to the kitchen only to find that Vir was giggling. She frowned and became a little curious as to what had Vir laughing so amusingly.
"Oh, hell no," Vir shook his head. "I just didn't expect it."
"What about?" the wrinkles on Daisy's forehead grew more and more, and then she sat down on her stool.
"It turns out you also dealt in a donkey and a tin can."
Daisy widened her eyes, knowing where Vir was going with this. And then, she laughed along with Vir.