Chapter 308 Mathilda's Stubbornness
As for me, I was kind of relieved to hear her response. But speaking of the devil, I noticed that there was something interesting about Cynthia—a very rare encounter—
that she was the first person I ever met with such uniqueness. But better set that matter aside next time.
"Being a slave means that you cannot show any objection if someone were to buy you. I absolutely don't want to live a miserable life forever. The golden chance came right before me, and I would never let it slip within my grasp."
"But you barely know him yet. What if he forced you to do something beyond your reasons?" "I don't think Lord Raphael is that kind of man, Mathilda. We all know that Sarah's sister has been with them for years, and she is apparently doing well according to Sarah herself. Moreover, Lord Raphael is such a fine young man, and I have been longing for a man that could fulfill my desires."
"But, Cynthia—"
"You should think for yourself too, Mathilda." Cynthia continued her explanation. "You also are yearning for someone to warm your cold, lonely nights, aren't you? How long have you had your last time with your husband? Weeks? Months? Years? You said that he was awfully incompetent in bed, so it was probably the latter, and probably why he could not produce an heir until now."
"..." As if Cynthia's harsh words of reality hit her so hard, Mathilda could not help but choose to stay silent and hang her head down. I could even catch a glimpse of her biting her lower lip. "Mathilda, I could see a bright future being with them, not as bright as we used to be but better than being a mine or sex worker. Whether you believe me or not, my decision is final. And how about you, Carla? Won't you want to become Lord Raphael's slave?" Cynthia sealed her resolve before shifting her gaze to the other woman beside Mathilda. Carla seemed to be in her deep thoughts, so she was startled when someone called her name. "Well..." Carla said with a reserved tone, but then gradually changed to an ambivalent one. "For me, what Cynthia just stated is true. The fact that we are being sold in slavery means that we can be bought by anybody, and we could not stop them no matter our former status."
"Carla..." Mathilda turned her head around and looked at Carla in the eyes.
"If the Raevender family cares for their subjects, then I am willing to be a part of it. Lord Raphael seems to be a decent man. I would rather be his slave than someone else's."
"But he is planning to make us his sex slaves."
"I am aware of that, Mathilda. Through the years, my husband had been busy partying with other nobles, which significantly lessened our time as a married couple. He even said that I was too old for him, so he had been secretly going to his villa with his younger mistresses."
As she stated that, I could not help but criticize the eyes of her husband. But every person had their own standards and preferences, so we could not have the same taste. Also, the logic in this world was slightly different than my previous one. In some places in this world, a woman would be considered old as soon as she passed her prime. So it was no surprise if a man divorced his considerably older wife for a younger one.
But seriously, even though she was the same age as the other ladies in this room, though they were actually schoolmates at Astley's Academy, according to Sarah, Carla was still definitely palatable in my opinion. "I'm sorry, Mathilda, but I am a woman as well, and I need a man to quench my thirst," Carla continued. "If he wanted my body, it's a win-win situation for both of us, a mutually beneficial relationship. Also, Cynthia's intuition is always right, and we all know that. If she said going with him was the most favorable option, then I would not hesitate to follow suit."
Soon after, Carla stood up in protest against Mathilda. "But..." "Ugh! How stubborn. Stop making any reasons, lady. My patience is not that long, you know?"
I did not want to prolong this talk show, so I finally decided to chime in. Actually, I was not being impatient at the moment; I was completely calm. I just wanted to give her a little push to make a decision.
"I want your answer, Miss Mathilda; would you come with me or not? Miss Cynthia and Miss Carla have decided to come with me, so if you don't want to, I think I could call it a day."
I stood up from my seat as soon as I said that. Sarah, who was sitting next to me, raised her butt from the metal chair as well. On the other hand, Mathilda began to have an internal panic.
"Well then, I think that's all for today. Miss Cynthia, Miss Carla, let's go so that we can 15:11
settle your papers."
"W-wait!" After doing my little act and as I was about to turn away, my most anticipated response immediately echoed throughout the room with a hard slam on a metal surface. Upon looking for the one who yelled, I could see Mathilda looking at me with her head laid flat on the metal table. "What is it, Miss Mathilda? Is there anything you wanted to say?"
"Um... Ugh...!" Mathilda averted her gaze and clenched her clasping hands as if she were embarrassed to say something, but then she eventually swallowed her pride and grunted. "Alright, I have decided. But before I can give my response, I would like to ask you something."
"What is it?" "Lord Raphael," she called my name with puppy-dog eyes before she pointed a finger at herself. "Do you really want me, not my daughter?" "Pfft—!"
Upon hearing her sudden question, I tried my best to contain my wheeze. It might be a serious question for her; however, it was a hilarious one for me. The others were surprised by her question as well, but I was the only one wheezing.
"Is there a problem with my question?" Mathilda asked me with rage in her voice.
"Ah, no. But that's a good one, Mathilda. But I will answer you with a question. Would you like your grapes green or purple?" "Huh? Of course, I would rather choose purple because it's ripe." "Exactly. I'd rather have the mature you than your minor daughter. I am not a beta tester after all." "Beta tester?" Not only did Mathilda, but the others tilted their heads upon hearing unfamiliar words. "Nevertheless, so you rather want me than my daughter?" "Correct, madam." I replied confidently and then proceeded sincerely. "And if you became my servant, I promise to take care of you and your daughter. I really want you, Mathilda, so please..."
After I said that, Mathilda took a glance at the other women in the room. "...Alright. After thinking about it thoroughly, I decided to accept you as my master, Lord Raphael, if you promise to buy my cousin as well."
"That's what I've been waiting for." I cheered before scratching my chin. "But your cousin, huh?"
"She's my lady-in-waiting, twenty-five, and unmarried." "Mark it as done." I immediately responded right after hearing her descriptions. "You can count on me."
"Hmph. You better keep your promises." Mathilda averted her gaze as she crossed her arms before she muttered some words under her breath. "It's not like I accepted you because I am frustrated or anything. I simply have no options..."
"Good for you, Mathilda." Sarah lightly clapped her hands a few times. "You are in better hands now."
"It looks like we are still together, ladies."
"Well, I think this moment is really destiny." Carla and Cynthia gave their comments, respectively. But whether this moment was destined or not, what was more important was that I got myself a new harem of MILFs, though only two of them were the actual ones. "Well then, everyone, let's go to Mr. Kauffman to finalize our contract." Once everyone, including Mathilda's daughter and cousin, had been officially patented under my name, we met up with Big Sis and Mabel, and we immediately went home for them to meet our parents, but something unexpected happened.