308 Mathilda's Stubbornness
"I have decided." As soon as she stood, a woman suddenly spoke. "I have decided to become Lord Raphael's slave." "What are you talking about, Cynthia? You can't just give yourself in so easily." Upon hearing her declaration, Mathilda glanced intently at Cynthia from her seat. Carla looked at her as well, but her reaction was rather surprised than agitated.
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. This content originates from n0v3lbin•
"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."
"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.