Preparations

"What's going on? Why the rush?" Adam asked, leaning casually against the counter as Lidya moved briskly behind it. It was still early, only a few hours before the brothel was set to open, yet there was an unusual buzz of activity.

Lidya, not breaking stride, glanced up with a mildly exasperated look. "The festival's starting in a few days," she replied, her tone flat, betraying her lack of enthusiasm. "We're gearing up for some advertising there and stocking up on everything. We're expecting to get flooded soon, even more than usual."

Adam raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "I've heard bits and pieces about this festival, but what's it actually about?"

Lidya gave him a tired look, as if she couldn't believe he didn't know. "Right, you're not from around here," she muttered before launching into her explanation, her voice tinged with boredom. "Every few years, the Council throws this big festival to show off Has's progress. It's like a showcase—military strength, financial prosperity, art, agriculture, you name it. A whole week of partying and bragging rights."

Her tone remained monotonous, even as she added, "The highlight, though, is the arena. Fighters from all over the world come for a chance to beat each other senseless. The winner gets some big reward—could be a million coins, enchanted weapons, whatever fancy prize they've cooked up this year."

Adam nodded, listening intently, while Lidya continued, her voice growing even more disinterested. "And that's where we come in. The losers, beaten and bruised, usually want a distraction afterward. They come here, looking to forget their failures for a while. And they pay a premium for that privilege."

She shrugged, clearly unimpressed by the whole ordeal. "So yeah, it's just another cycle of making sure we're ready to take their money. Exciting stuff," she added dryly, rolling her eyes as she returned to her tasks.

Adam smirked, catching the hint of sarcasm in her last words. "Sounds like you're thrilled about it."

"Over the moon," Lidya replied, deadpan, before turning back to her work, leaving Adam to chuckle softly at her clear disdain for the festival's chaos.

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"Wow, you guys look... exhausted," Suzi remarked as she entered the room, her voice carrying a note of concern. She had just arrived after closing hours, following Maria's orders.

Maria glanced up from her chair, a weary but warm smile on her face. She was dressed in her usual elegant attire, a flowing deep red dress that contrasted with the fatigue etched on her face. Her hair, usually neatly styled, was slightly disheveled, a sign of the hectic day. "Oh... hey, Suzi. Good to see you," Maria greeted. "Yeah, today was a rough one. A lot of customers, and they were rowdier than usual."

The rest of the girls, sprawled around the room in various states of exhaustion, nodded in agreement. They wore simple yet elegant work dresses, each customized to their personal style but practical enough for the long hours. This post-shift gathering was a tradition Maria had established to foster camaraderie and give everyone a chance to decompress.

"Rowdy is putting it lightly," Adam chimed in from where he leaned against the wall, his casual tunic and trousers slightly rumpled. He looked just as drained, rubbing his eyes as if trying to push back the weariness. "A lot of people from outside Has have come in, and let's just say they haven't quite figured out the rules yet."

Maria chuckled softly, though the tiredness was evident in her laugh. "Still want to work here? I'd understand if you wanted to leave," she joked, her eyes twinkling with amusement despite her fatigue.

Adam grinned, shaking his head. "And leave behind this place's food? No way. I'm staying. Seriously, the food here is amazing. You guys could probably open a restaurant if you wanted to."

Maria laughed heartily at his enthusiasm. "Haha, well then, you should send your compliments to our chef—Lidya. She's the one behind all those delicious meals."

Adam blinked in surprise, turning to Lidya, who was sitting on a nearby couch, looking just as tired but with a hint of pride. She was dressed in her usual work outfit—a fitted blouse and skirt, practical yet stylish, her dark hair pulled back in a simple bun. "Wait... Lidya?! Really? But isn't she the receptionist? And a waitress already? Ms. Maria, aren't you overworking her?"

Lidya waved a hand dismissively, a small smile on her lips. "It's not as bad as it sounds. Cooking is something I actually enjoy. Besides, it's better than dealing with some of those customers."

Maria nodded, her smile softening. "Lidya's a gem around here. She's always juggling multiple roles, but she manages to keep everything running smoothly."

"Ms. Maria... I could have helped, you know," Suzi said softly, her youthful face etched with concern. Her usual vibrant energy was subdued, her simple work dress slightly wrinkled from the long day.

Maria, seated at the table with an air of calm authority, met Suzi's gaze with a firm but gentle smile. "No, Suzi, you couldn't have," she countered, her tone leaving no room for debate. "This time of year is far too hectic. The crowds get unpredictable, and it's very likely you'd get hurt, or worse. That's why I sent you home until the end of the festival. I can't risk your safety."

Suzi sighed, her shoulders slumping a little in disappointment. "Haah, fine... where should I start?" she asked, trying to make the best of the situation.

Maria's expression softened further as she gestured toward the back. "Start in the kitchen. There's plenty that needs tidying up there. We'll join you in a bit to help out."

As Suzi made her way toward the kitchen, Maria turned her attention to Adam, who was still leaning casually against the wall, observing the exchange. "Ah, Adam," Maria began, her voice lighter now, "actually, could you do me a favor? Ferosa is probably out back training. She could use some company, and since you're both adventurers, I'm sure you'll get along."

Adam perked up at the suggestion, a curious glint in his eyes. "Sure thing. I'll go check on her," he replied, pushing off the wall and adjusting his slightly rumpled tunic.

Maria nodded appreciatively. "Thanks. She's been keeping to herself a lot lately, and it might do her good to have someone to spar with or just talk to. Besides, I think you'll find her company... enlightening."

With a small smile, Adam made his way toward the back of the establishment, ready to meet the enigmatic Ferosa. The promise of a shared adventurer's camaraderie sparked a flicker of anticipation as he stepped out into the cool night air.

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One swing... two swings... three swings... Each strike echoed through the dimly lit courtyard, the rhythmic clinking of metal on air betraying Ferosa's frustration. Her breath came in steady, controlled bursts, but the grimace on her slightly sweaty face revealed her thoughts. I've gotten weaker. This sword feels heavier in my hands... she muttered internally, her short, dirty blond hair sticking to her forehead.

She raised her sword again, preparing for another set of swings when her sharp ears picked up a faint creak. Without turning, she called out, her voice sharp and direct, "Did Maria send you? Tell her I'm fine—just training."

Adam, who had barely reached the door, paused, surprised by her awareness. He pushed the door open slowly, stepping into the courtyard. The cool night air met the warmth of the lantern-lit space, casting long shadows over Ferosa. Her usual work attire was gone, replaced by a practical outfit similar to his own adventurer's garb—tight-fitting, durable fabric designed for mobility in battle.

"I heard you're an adventurer," Adam said, closing the door behind him and leaning casually against the wall. His voice was calm, but his eyes watched her intently. "I am too."

Ferosa stopped mid-swing and turned to face him fully, her green eyes sharp and unreadable. The scar that ran across her right eye only added to her intimidating presence. "Kid... leave me be. I can't concentrate with you here," she stated flatly, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Adam, undeterred by her sharp demeanor, took a step forward. "Can you teach me how to use a sword?" he asked, his voice earnest. It was a question that had been on his mind for a while, and now seemed as good a time as any to ask.

Ferosa sheathed her sword with a swift motion, her movements fluid despite the evident strain she'd felt earlier. She gathered her belongings without meeting his gaze, preparing to leave. As she approached the door, she paused, looking him over from head to toe with a critical eye.

"I heard you're a copper rank," she said, her tone carrying a mix of disdain and concern. "Stay there. Never attempt to rank up."

Adam frowned, puzzled by her words. "Why?" he called after her, his curiosity piqued.

She stopped, her hand resting on the door handle. Without turning around, she responded, her voice colder than before, "You'll die." And with that, she exited, leaving Adam alone in the courtyard, her words hanging heavily in the air.

Adam stood silently in the hallway, digesting the weight of Ferosa's words before sighing heavily. He turned and made his way back inside, heading towards his room. However, as he walked through the dimly lit corridors of the brothel, something caught his attention—an unfamiliar man lingering past closing hours.

The man stood near the entrance, engaged in a tense conversation with Maria. Dressed in a finely tailored suit, he exuded an air of smug confidence. A cigar hung from his lips, and with a casual flick of his fingers, it lit up. A mage, Adam noted, his instincts on high alert.

As he approached, the conversation between Maria and the man became clearer.

"Ms. Maria, I see this year's profits are on the rise. I hope you don't mind us raising the rent a bit," the man said, his tone more of a command than a request.

Maria's response was curt, her voice laced with barely concealed anger. "That's odd. I don't see our yearly profit rising. Perhaps you've gone senile."

Adam could feel the tension in the air, Maria's simmering fury palpable even from a distance. He wasn't entirely sure what was happening, but the situation seemed serious. He decided to be cautious, retreating to the kitchen where he grabbed a bottle of particularly flammable alcohol. Pouring some onto his hand, he had an idea—an intimidation tactic if things escalated.

Returning to the main room, Adam made his presence known. The man's gaze shifted to him, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"What's this? Picked up another kid? Well, I suppose that's another 5% increase, then," the man sneered, his words dripping with condescension.

Maria remained composed, though her eyes burned with defiance. "That's our new guard, and he's not part of our contract. He's affiliated with the guild. I don't think you'd want to involve them."

The man chuckled, a plume of smoke curling from his lips. "I don't remember allowing you to bring in more people, Ms. Maria. Nonetheless, I expect you to honor our... deal. Lest you face the consequences."

Adam's mind pieced things together—this man was some kind of loan shark, and Maria seemed to have a history with him. His suspicions were confirmed when the man reached out, his hand caressing the cheek of one of the girls.

"Maybe we can discuss this after I have a little fun," the man said, his grin widening.

Adam had seen enough. Stepping forward, he spoke firmly, "Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

The man laughed again, dismissing him with a wave. "I have to admit, Maria, you know how to pick them. First that failing adventurer, and now a child. You never cease to amaze me. Kid, this doesn't involve you. Let the grown-ups talk."

Adam's expression hardened. Without a word, he raised his hand, and with a small flick of magic, ignited the alcohol on his skin. Flames roared to life, larger than he had anticipated, casting an intimidating glow.

"This is your last warning," Adam said, his voice cold and steady. "Leave, or I'll make you."

The man's eyes widened in surprise, though he quickly masked it with a sigh. He stood, brushing off his suit. "Well, I suppose that's it for tonight. Ms. Maria, I hope our discussion today sticks. Ladies, good night and good luck."

With that, he turned and walked out, leaving an eerie silence in his wake. Adam let the flames die down, his eyes following the man until the door clicked shut behind him.

".....Good job, Adam," Maria said softly, her voice carrying a mix of relief and exhaustion. She sighed heavily, but Adam caught a faint smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Come to my office."

Adam nodded, the adrenaline from the confrontation still coursing through him. He followed Maria through the quiet, dimly lit hallways to her office. The small room was modestly furnished, with shelves filled with ledgers and a well-worn desk at the center.

Maria sank into her chair, rubbing her temples. "That man... he's part of an old debt. One I've been trying to keep under control. You handled that well tonight. But it's not over."

Adam took a seat across from her, his curiosity piqued. "Who is he? What's the deal?"

Maria's eyes hardened, her fingers drumming lightly on the desk. "His name is Darian, a representative of a powerful loan syndicate. Years ago, when this place was struggling, I had no choice but to borrow money from them. Their terms were... less than favorable."

She leaned back, exhaling deeply. "They've been bleeding us dry ever since. Increasing the rent, demanding more profits, and tonight... well, you saw how bold they've become."

Adam clenched his fists. "Why haven't you gone to the council or the guards?"

Maria shook her head. "The council can't always intervene in matters like this. And the guards... they have their hands full. Besides, Darian and his kind are careful. They know how to operate under the radar."

Silence hung in the air for a moment before Maria spoke again, her tone softer. "Thank you, Adam. Your quick thinking tonight might have bought us some time."

Adam nodded, determination etched on his face. "I'll be here, Maria. Whatever you need, I'll help."

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Adam sighed deeply as he lay down on the narrow cot in the small, cluttered cleaning closet that served as his temporary room. The faint scent of cleaning supplies lingered in the air, but it barely registered as his mind spiraled with thoughts.

(Why did I say that? Why do I care what happens to this place? I'm only here for a week, maybe a little longer. And yet... when I said those words to Maria, something felt... off. Like there's a memory just out of reach, something blurry, something I can't quite grasp.)

He ran a hand through his hair, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. (This place, these people... why do they matter so much? I've barely been here, but it feels like... like there's more to it. Something I should remember, but it's just...)

He clenched his fists, the faint hum of the distant city life outside barely breaking through his thoughts. (Why can't I ever get a clear explanation? Why does everything have to be so complicated?)

His mind raced, the sense of something missing gnawing at him. Exhausted, he let out another sigh, closing his eyes. (Whatever it is, I'll figure it out. One way or another.)

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"Danmel, your next mission is straightforward," Sara purred, her voice dripping with authority. She leaned back in her opulent chair, the flickering candlelight casting sharp shadows across her elegant, demonic features. Her crimson eyes gleamed with an unsettling mixture of charm and menace as she addressed the battered man before her.

"You are to enter the arena and win the matches," she continued, her tone firm yet laced with a sinister allure. "Make a name for yourself, catch the attention of the spectators, and most importantly, earn an audience with the so-called 'Magic King' of the Has Republic."

Danmel, still nursing the wounds from his previous ordeal, stood tall despite the fatigue etched into his face. His eyes, now possessing an eerie, otherworldly glow, locked onto Sara with a resolute determination.

Sara's lips curled into a knowing smile as she added, "When you finally stand before him, you will deliver a message—a simple but crucial one. Inform him that Madam Sara wishes to have a word. That is your sole task."

She leaned forward slightly, her gaze piercing into Danmel's soul. "Do not fail me, Danmel. This mission is more than just a mere contest. It's a stepping stone to something far greater. Do you understand?"

Danmel nodded, his expression hardening. "Understood, Madam Sara. I won't disappoint you."

"Good," she replied, her smile widening. "Now, go prepare. The arena awaits, and so does your destiny."