1707 Hard Workers?
Peetage's wife was chosen.
But why was she selected? Because she was his bloody wife and had access to his wealth, his home office and secret information.
She was so trusted by him that many, including them, believed she knew all his hidden fortress locations and the layout of his homes, including the ones she lived in.
With her working as a double agent for them, they would be able to not only finance many of their operations but will also gain access to stricter regions only the chosen nobles and royals could venture into.
In return, they were offering her the chance of a new life, one where she wouldn't need to be kept below her husband.
No! Rather, she would be the one always on top, so much so that she could even chain him, whip him and throw food at him like the dog that he is.
Yes, yes!
The future they wanted was one where men would be kept in cages (like in zoos) and only taken out for breeding and doing other menial tasks they didn't want done by themselves.
What they wanted was a world where women were banned from enjoying manly pleasures.
They wanted the entire female population to be disgusted by the touch of men; and quite frankly, Peetage's wife felt it was all ludicrous.
What was wrong with the life she was currently living?
Her husband married only her, pampering her, and giving her all the finner things in life.
He went to war for their family, he risked his life to make their money, and in return, all she had to do was manage his wealth, as well as ensure his many public homes and few businesses ran well.
In a way, she was like a secretary, distributing tasks to their many workers and checking up on each task every step of the way.
She wasn't the one doing the actual cleaning nor was she the one in their shops working.
In addition to this, she had her children, whom she cared for, and had a very fulfilling life.
She managed all, meaning all his wealth while he went out and worked for them.
For her, this was the elastic she could do to play her part as his partner, ensuring he needn't worry about them when he was far away from home.
But to the witches, they saw her as a caged whose freedom has been restricted to a single room in her home.
(-_-)
They saw her as someone who walked with chains on her hands and neck at every turn.
To them, how can someone enjoy the pleasures of being with a man?
To them, it was disgusting to allow a man to be with them.
Peetage's wife just couldn't accept such deluded thinking, especially since she had children of her own, and wanted her daughter to get married in the future too.
Additionally, she had a son and according to the laws of their new world, all sons will be taken from their mothers and brought up in some training camp where they will be ultimate slaves.
Heh.
You must be joking!
That was not the life she envisioned for her son!
With her unwavering rejection, they did torture and stab her leaving her to bleed to death.
They didn't want her to die fast, wanting her to understand that their will must never be shaken, and no woman has the right to reject them.
However, after they left her for dead, she struggled with all her might to hold on and survive before her husband came to her rescue.
She was smart, crawling and finding a safer location away from wild beasts.
Tsk.
She survived with all the knowledge these villainous women gave her thinking she would die.
It was amazing to say that she wasn't a person who liked war or killings but suddenly grew determined to get the witches exterminated.
Such a future must never befall their Laboon Empire, or else what would her children do?
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Peetage looked at the arrogant yet helpless and slowly rose from his seat.
"Kill them all."
"No!"The witches exclaimed, jumping from their knees and bringing out weapons from their hair.
If the enemy has decided to take them down, then don't think they can do so without a fight.
They reached for their weapons as fast as they could... sadly not fast enough.
~Thup. Thup. Thup!
Peetage enjoyed the beautiful sounds of screams flooding the hall.
This was just the beginning.
"Finish things up fast. This is just one of their many locations."
With that, Peetage left the scene, heading upstairs with a few others.
Like so, the war with him against the witches was in motion. However, he wasn't the only one here, out to get them!
Far, far away in another lone town within the Laboon empire, several men women with darker complexions compared to the rest, all stepped down from their creaky wagons and rushed underneath the heavy rains into a nearby inn.
Dammit!
The rains had soaked them completely right down to their underwear but the group didn't care.
Forst, they took down the sacs of grains and hastily rolled down several barrels of rum too.
"Hurry! Hurry! If we don't get this to the Landlord, we might be sleeping in the haystack again with no food for the night!"
"Yeah!" The group answered after hearing what another group behind them said.
Yes!
They didn't live or sleep in this inn but were here to make deliveries for goods the inn had purchased from their landlord and their employer, a very wealthy baron who owned fields and fields of croplands.
They were the farmers and workers in his bog plantation.
To peasants, what was more important than food for their family and a roof over their heads?
No one dared to delay the orders, as they could get whipped and starved for weeks because of a single mistake.
Everyone worked hard, standing in a straight line and passing on barrels and any items to one another until it got into the Inn.
And wouldn't you know it? Among the group of hard workers were several Baymardians!
