Chapter 4: Auntie Deal Tease
Lady Priscilla Ashvane snatched the rum with a grin and plopped onto the sofa, kicking her legs up like she owned the joint—no cares in the world. Her outfit screamed sea captain: a tight jacket and shirt straining to hold those massive breasts that looked ready to burst, a fox-fur-collared coat draped over her shoulders, snug trousers hugging her plump legs, and chunky boots grounding her look. She's got this killer mix of classy lady vibes and a badass, take-charge energy that hits like a storm. Man, I bet half the nobles would drool to lick her toes—or even her foot-washing water—but she's shut them all down, no sweat. That just proves her pull, her plump, mature beauty shining like a lighthouse in a foggy night, turning heads left and right!
"What's cooking, little prince?" she asked, her voice smooth as silk, giving me that knowing smirk that makes my pulse jump.
I leaned in, serious as heck. "Dad's given me the okay to roll with Uther and the gang. Those orcs are tough as nails and kinda cool as slaves—word is they're from some other world we've never heard of, packing wild weapons and treasures. I'm gonna chop their heads off and bring the goodies to my dear aunt!"
I meant every word—I'm flat broke and desperate for cash. If I can crack the code to making my own money, it's a total win. Plus, it'll build my own crew, turning me into a solid pillar for my future army—a real game-changer!
"And I need your financial muscle, Auntie. Wanna guess what the holy light spilled to me just now?" I tossed in, dangling the bait with a sly grin.
Mentioning treasures lit a fire in her eyes—this businesswoman went from sleepy to wide awake in a flash. She downed a rum glass with a happy chuckle. "My little prince is thinking ahead! War's no picnic, though—keep your safety first. Treasure's cool, but your life's my biggest prize. Hit me with what you want, and I'll make it happen!"
Man, a ton of nobles would kill for a slice of her trade pie—it's like a year's paycheck for them! Maritime trade's a goldmine, but it's risky as hell, and not just anyone can jump in. Priscilla's got the keys to that vault.
Since she's got no son, just a daughter, Priscilla treats me like her own kid. I'm sweet and polite, always close to her—heck, if I weren't the only son, she might've adopted me! She likes me way too much, and I'm loving the vibe.
"I want two frigates to command, packed with artillery," I say, knowing my stuff. Thermal weapons are a beast in mortal scraps—Kul Tiras's fleet uses cannons and crossbows to tackle sea monsters, and magic or martial arts don't cut it out there unless you're some hero-level badass.
"No sweat—I'll hook you up with five frigates to lead. But you gotta return them after the war!" Priscilla says with a sly, mature smile that makes my heart race like a racecar on the final lap.
"Thanks, Auntie. Swing by my room tonight—I've got some secrets to spill," I blurt, then bolt outta there in a panic. If I don't run, my growing erection's gonna be headline news, and that's a risk I'm not taking yet!
"Haha, what an interesting little guy," Priscilla laughs heroically, catching my little problem with a proud twinkle. Yeah, she saw it—looks pretty big, and she's smug about still having that pull, a tease that gets my mind racing!
That night, I'm back in my room, grabbing a feather pen to jot down notes on white paper. Southsea Town, Hinterlands, Red Dragon, Dwarf, Troll—these are key hotspots in the Second Orc War. Since I know the plot from my past life, I gotta snag the big wins before it veers off track. Grabbing benefits means shaking things up, and that's a done deal—so the trick is maxing out the haul before the story twists.
Halfway through, I pick up a long sword and shield, heading to the courtyard to practice. It's a way to kill time and level up my skills—gotta stay sharp in this crazy world!
Paladins have three paths: Retribution for damage, Holy for healing, and Protection for tanking. I went with Protection 'cause I'm scared of dying—if I kick the bucket once, it's game over. A maxed-out tank can drive enemies nuts; if they can't kill you, they'll burn out trying. Here's the rundown:
Devotion: Makes a five-square-meter holy light zone. Standing in it, I recover 1% life per second and take 5% less damage. Enemies get 10% extra hurt. (Not upgraded yet.) Avenger's Shield: Copies my shield with holy light, tosses it to bounce three times, dealing 150% attack damage. (Not upgraded yet.) Hammer of Judgment: Hurls a holy hammer at one target, hitting for 200% damage and generating a bit of holy energy. (Not upgraded yet.) Parry: With a shield, I block attacks, soaking up 60% of the damage. (Not upgraded yet.) Shield of Justice: Burns three holy energy points to slam foes within three meters, dealing 150% damage. (Not upgraded yet.) Holy Order of Glory: Uses lightning holy energy to heal me or allies for 20% of max life. (Not upgraded yet.)
Starting with six skills—healing, defense, and some punch. I don't know how other paladins roll, but mine's like the game: not a damage monster, but super tanky. Glancing at the level-locked skills on the panel, I'm hyped for what's next—maybe I'll be a tanking legend!
After an hour of swinging and sweating, I notice reality's different from the game. Skills there had cooldowns, but here? No limits—just keep your stamina up, and you're golden. The holy light even boosts recovery, so after an hour of sweat, I'm feeling like a million bucks, ready to rock.
Back in my room, I soak in the tub with a maid's help, squinting as I plot how to cash in big from this war. The warm water soothes my muscles, but my mind's buzzing with strategies. Suddenly, two small hands slide over, kneading my chest and shoulders with a skillful, firm touch—not the maid's soft vibe. My heart skips—I open my eyes, and holy crap, it's my aunt, Lady Priscilla Ashvane!
"Aunt!"
"Naughty boy, what's the shock? You've seen me before," she teases, her pretty face flushed a deep rosy hue, a strong whiff of alcohol on her breath. No clue how many bottles she downed! Her jade hands keep working my shoulders, finishing the maid's job with a flirty edge, and I can't help but wonder where this night's headed—her touch sending a jolt through me, a hint of something wilder to come. Stay tuned, 'cause this is about to get crazy!