Divine Luck: SSS-Rank Battle Maid Harem

As if he had been waiting for Zach to say just that, Fredrick pulled out a rolled-up paper and spread it out on the table in front of Zach with a wide smile on his glossy face.

Zach glanced back and said to Alzara, who had been standing with her hands on Zach's shoulders,

"Can you fetch me that ink I like to use when signing my name?"

"Of course, Master," Alzara answered with a gentle smile before leaving for a neighboring room. She returned a few moments later with a glass jar of dark ink and a feather quill. She popped off the lid and presented both to Zach, who signed where Fredrick wanted him to sign.

While he was doing that, Nora returned with a hefty cloth bag that clinked and rustled like it was filled with tiny metal pieces each step she took. She put it on the table next to the contract.

"That should be about a thousand gold coins. Feel free to count it," Zach said.

Fredrick opened to confirm that it was indeed gold coins. He had not expected Zach to deliver on his end so soon. He thought he would get a bank slip he could cash in or that Zach would have the money delivered or ready for pick-up in a few days.

"There's no need for that." Fredrick closed the bag, barely able to control his expression. This had gone too well.

"Mm."

"...Well, then, Young Lord Zacharia, I best get going and get things ready. It is only right I work hard to return your sincerity many times over." Fredrick smiled and rubbed his hands ingratiatingly.

"Mm, sure." Zach waved his hand, dismissing Fredrick.

Fredrick grabbed the contract and the bag of gold coins and slipped out of the room without giving Zach a chance to change his mind. Your journey continues with empire

Zach, Nora, Yanael, Alzara, and Soara stared at the door after it closed behind Fredrick.

"It seems Derot was right. My arrival attracted a new generation of flies. Let's hope this leads somewhere."

"I'm sure it will, Young Master. There's no way someone like that is doing this on his own."

"Guess we'll have to ask Derot about the Wheelbarrow Merchants."

"Wheelhouse, Young Master."

"You sure?"

"..."

Now that they had received a visitor and made a deal, it would probably take a while before anything else happened, so Zach and his maids indulged in some activities that, to the ears of others, sounded naughty.

Zach wished.

It was training. Although the hotel suite wasn't the optimal place to train, it had everything he needed, namely open space and Alzara's potions. He used barriers to protect the room from damage, but other than that, he needed all the barriers available to protect himself and restrain his movements. Unfortunately, he couldn't soundproof the room to prevent others from thinking he was doing unsavory things to his maids.

But if it weren't for the looks the staff gave him whenever they brought in food and stuff, Zach wouldn't have even considered that a possibility. The training he and his maids put him through was too brutal for it to make him think of that kind of thing.

However…

Zach was a young man. He had recently turned eighteen years old. He was surrounded by beautiful women and used to their appearances and the physical closeness that was inevitable when they trained and fought together.

But being used to it was not the same as being immune to it.

Pink thoughts couldn't help but slip into Zach's mind after training when his beautiful maids wore disheveled clothes with their hair in slight disarray and were panting and perspiring. Since Yanael, Alzara, and Soara were stronger and had more endurance than him, they didn't end up absolute messes after every training session like he did. They were just gently out of breath and in a state a pinch messier than their perfect usual one.

It was enough to drive a young man mad. It didn't help that he was locked in the same room with them for days at a time. There also wasn't a looming pressure weighing on them now that they didn't have to think about the Underworld and its minions.

Zach's mind was freer than it had been a few weeks ago. But his body was bound.

After night fell, Derot appeared outside the hotel and, since they didn't want anyone to notice what they were planning, Alzara disappeared from the room for a few moments before soundlessly returning through the window with Derot under her arm.

"I…I don't like this method," Derot said as soon as he caught his breath and stabilized his insides.

"We can stop using it as soon as you can sneak through the hotel undetected or when I can stop this charade." Zach shrugged. He wasn't going to suffer alone. Of course, Derot was suffering outside the hotel, but that was also outside Zach's perception, so he couldn't see it.

He needed visual confirmation that he wasn't the only one plagued by some kind of discomfort.

Derot sighed.

"Whatever. You had a visitor today."

"Wheelbarrow Merchants or something. Fr…F-something. He left a card." Zach looked around the room in search of the business card, which Nora had already picked up and was handing to Derot.

"Wheelhouse Merchants. Fredrick Gimond. I haven't heard of them or him before, so it's likely a fake identity. What did he want?"

"An investment. He's setting up a transport business and needed some start capital to put his connections and preparations to use and what-not."

"Did you play along?"

"Of course."

"...Did you sign anything?"

"Of course."

Derot sighed and hung his head.

"It's fine," Zach said.

"Whatever. Worst case, I'll just have to deal with it," he said slightly frustrated.

Zach shrugged and didn't bother explaining.

"Anything else?" Derot asked.

Zach shook his head.

"I'll keep an eye out for these guys. In the meantime, continue with what you're doing. I might have found some dirt on Kadricke or one of his minions."

"Great. Any leads on a summoning place?"

Derot shook his head.

"..."Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Derot looked at Alzara.

"I'm in your care."

Without waiting for Derot to prepare, Alzara swooped him out and delivered him back to an alley outside the hotel before returning to the hotel room.