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Earlier, as we had given time to talk with Sarah in private, I nonchalantly revealed my intentions that aside from housekeeping, I was also expecting something more—

intimacy. The moment I laid my eyes on her, I could feel that my MILF senses suddenly tingled. Following that, I eventually decided I wanted to know her in the biblical sense. With this, I might have a chance to have my very first sister act.

Sarah understood what I was trying to imply, and she was shocked by how I openly said it next to my sister as Big Sis raised an eyebrow at me. But after a long silence, she eventually nodded her head, and she said I was reminding her of someone. But who?

After the transaction, we asked Sarah if they knew some enslaved widows who she thought were willing to be working with us. Also, let me not forget telling her the possibility of getting physical with me. She said she knew some noblewomen who were neglected by their spouses and were probably sexually frustrated. But most of them had a child or two, which we should include in the package. But taking too many would be difficult. We would have more mouths to feed, and I would have to hop from bed to bed more frequently, which would significantly reduce the time I would spend with my loved ones. I was a bit picky when it came to women, so I decided to filter out the list. For the final categorization, our future servants would be childless. If she had a child, at least she should be a daughter. You know, for future reference. With the assistance of Mr. Kauffman, the final first was filtered out to three. "Well then, I will be outside so you can talk to each other." "Thank you again, Mr. Kauffman."

"Don\'t mention it, Lord Raphael."

Shut. Once the door was shut, Sarah and I were left behind with three women in a room. Big Sis had kept Mabel entertained around the city so that she could hear the sensitive words we would utter in this room. Also, it would be a good way for Big Sis to bond with her future niece-in-law.

In the room, sitting on the other side of the table in front of us, were three women in their tunics. They were the ones that were recommended by Sarah, who also passed "Hello there, ladies." I politely greeted them with a smile. "How are you today?" "Are you the one going to buy us?"

Instead of greeting me back, the woman in the middle responded to me with a question. She seemed quite cold toward me. Well, she was a slave, and I was a potential buyer, so her expression was justified. But...

(Gyat!!!)

Even though she was slightly over the hill at the age of mid-thirties, this bewitchingly beautiful woman with long, straight, burgundy red hair and burgundy red eyes definitely fit the preferences. Although covered with a tunic, she was clearly well-endowed, top and bottom. She was even more than Sarah or even on par with Czarina in terms of size.

Apparently, her name was Mathilda Bordeaux, a woman hailing from a viscounty and the wife of a count. Among the three women, she was the only one who had a child, which probably contributed to her curves.

"Well, it depends," I replied. "By the way, my name is Raphael Raevender, heir to the newly promoted Raevender Marquisate, and as you can guess, I am here to buy slaves." "Raevender? Aren\'t you the son of the Sword Saint?" The one who asked that question was the woman on the right. This woman, who appeared to be in the same age group as Sarah and Mathilda, was named Cynthia Argent, the second wife of a count.

Cynthia was a fair-skinned woman with mid-length light gray hair that was tied in a side ponytail over her right shoulder. She had blue eyes and a voluptuous body with ample, rounded bosoms. Her height was below average, around five feet two. In spite of not having a child, she emitted the most motherly vibe amongst them, in my opinion. It was probably because of her gentle nature. "Indeed. My parents are the Sword Saint and the Sage themselves."

"So it means that your family was the reason why we are here." The last woman spoke with hostility in her voice. The woman who just spoke was the wife of a baron, Carla Labbe. She was a curvaceous woman with light peach skin and small, sharp amber eyes. She has long, bluish-silver hairstyled into a braid that hangs behind her head down past her shoulders. Well, yeah, our family helped the revolutionaries win the war, but their victory was not entirely because of us. But still, she probably could not accept the fate of her family. "Don\'t blame the entire thing on them, Carla." Sarah spoke in my stead. "Since the beginning, we already knew that the kingdom was doomed. It\'s a matter of time before it collapses. Whether the Raevender family intercepted or not, the outcome still wouldn\'t change. The fate of the kingdom has been sealed."

(I don\'t think so...)

Even if she said that, I did not think that the forces of Prince Paul would win if the crown prince had possession of those powerful items. In addition, the Paladins were uniquely powerful on their own, so barraging them with endless bullets would be the only effective way to stop them.

"But..." "I know... I know what you have been feeling. The past is the past, and we can\'t do anything about it. But we can do something for the future." "Alright, I get it now. Happy?" After a defeated sigh, Carla crossed her arms, which lifted her breasts. "By your clothes," Cynthia took heed of Sarah\'s clothing. "It seems like you have been bought by him."

"Indeed. I have been sold to him. And that\'s why he is here to buy you three as well." "Obviously," Carla said. "But why would we do that?"

"Okay, then hear me out, everyone." Sarah then began her explanation. "Instead of being bought by some random, uncertain people, why don\'t you just let Lord Raphael own you all? If you are still uncertain, my little sister has been working with them for years, and she is as fine as she left our house, so I can guarantee our safety. If that was still not enough, I don\'t want what to say anymore." After Sarah\'s explanation, the three of them looked at one another and seemed to communicate subtly. They then started talking to each other, and we waited for them to come to a conclusion after a minute or so. "Before we give our final decision, we would like to ask Lord Raphael something." "Bring it on." I responded to Mathilda\'s words while folding my arms.

"Other than being recommended by Sarah, why did you choose to take us out of all the more capable slaves? What are you after?"

"You are asking me that?" I scoffed. "One of the reasons why you are chosen, aside from additional manpower, is your... bodies."

With almost no hesitation, I casually told them what I was after.

"What...?"

The three ladies were taken aback by my bluntness. After they were somewhat disgusted by my words, they slowly wrapped their arms around their bodies. They were clearly creeped out by me.

"You are into what...? Our bodies...?" Carla shakily asked. "You mean these old bodies?"

"Yes. And please don\'t call yourselves old." "But we were old enough to be your mother..." "Exactly. I mean, being raised by my two gorgeous mothers really shaped my preference for women. Because of them, I somewhat developed a thing for mature women. You see, I am quite a lustful man, so I love you all to accompany me at night. I heard that you were disregarded by your husbands, so if you accept me, I promise to make you feel better than they used to do."

"..." They were visibly stunned and could not speak upon hearing my indecently peculiar explanation. But it was only a matter of seconds before one of them finally responded.