Kolan Fosak wiped his mouth.
After breakfast, Leech would customarily head to the stables for a look, then ride out to patrol his territory.
Today, 'the widow' Gelan would be teaching literacy and weeding out the less clever youths. As for the selection criteria, Leech had the final say.
That meant Kolan himself was absolutely free.
The back kitchen.
The little kitchen helper, Oakwood Basin, was washing vegetables.
She wore a maid's uniform designed by the Lord. The ruffled white apron was tied tightly around her waist, accentuating her curves. Her sleeves were rolled up, revealing fair arms.
At that moment, Oakwood Basin was bent over scrubbing the floor, her rear pointing toward the doorway.
Kolan's eyes lingered greedily. He hadn't had a taste of a woman in a while, which probably explained why even the plain-looking Oakwood Basin seemed so alluring.
Speaking of alluring, the most exceptional one was the maid named Arkke. She was beautiful, delicate, and frail-looking.
