That Is Swearing Allegiance to the Dear

Your Highness has a particular fondness for those elves?

Hela touched her own ear, feeling a pang of displeasure.

"Does Your Highness wish to go inside and experience it?"

Rhine nodded.

"Emmmm... In theory, I have no right to criticize you."

Hela reminded him, "But Your Highness, doing such things in Lyra, if you were to leave behind offspring, it would be very, very troublesome."

That was obvious.

But that wasn't the main issue.

Rhine recalled the past, "The last time I came to a place like this, I was only ten years old... and then, I found Constance there."

Hela suddenly froze, "You didn't happen to find something good again, did you?"

As Hela said.

Although Rhine's trip out this time was also to hunt ancient dragons, he still had a few other things to take care of to plan for future battles.

Rhine smiled, "These remote villages, far from the Emperor's reach, often have undiscovered treasures--Let's go."

With that, Rhine led Hela into the brothel.

Although Lyra was a kingdom of elves, it was a border town, so its population composition was actually very complex.

Humans and elves were the main inhabitants of this town.

In addition, there were a large number of other races.

Most of them were fugitives who had left their homes, debtors, and the like. Coupled with the weak public security on Lyra's northern border, it had become a gathering place for illegal immigrants.

In this small town, chaos was the main theme.

However, exceptions still existed.

Upon entering the establishment, Rhine found that the atmosphere of this "Miss Alice" was surprisingly peaceful and friendly.

The customers were refined and amiable in their conversation, polite and considerate in their conduct, and treated the prostitutes with mutual respect, each with a friendly smile on their faces.

Then, Rhine's gaze fell upon the most conspicuous spot in the shop—well, it was clear that this peaceful and friendly atmosphere was all thanks to the war statue standing in the center of the shop.

One didn't know what kind of Deal the shop owner had made with the local Lyra garrison to obtain such a thing.

In this border town, a war statue held the same status as the Imperial Guard in the Imperial Capital.

In the eyes of those refined and amiable customers.

Rhine saw another emotion hidden deep within.

--The will to survive.

"Welcome~"

At this moment, an elf girl in a maid outfit cheerfully walked up to greet the guests.

But after sizing up Rhine and Hela, the elf girl immediately understood.

The attire of these two was by no means ordinary.

The elf girl smiled sweetly, "It seems you two are distinguished guests. Please wait a moment, I'll go invite Miss Alice to receive you."

The elf girl hurried away.

Soon, another elf girl came before Rhine.

She was the signboard girl of this brothel, and the origin of the brothel's name—Miss Alice.

She was a girl who looked about Rhine's age, with long golden hair and purple eyes, showcasing the noble blood flowing within her.

With her appearance.

The entire venue seemed to become resplendent.

As expected of the signboard girl who could drive the entire platform's sales, even among elves, who were known for their beauty, the girl's appearance could be considered outstanding.

Her slender figure outlined a relatively conservative, smooth curve. While not sexy, it was as admirable and moving as a work of art.

And her face, which could topple cities and ruin nations, would make certain devout elf nobles in the royal capital weep and kneel.

That face was strikingly similar to the last god of the elves.

Moon Silver—[Mercy].

Upon seeing this girl, Hela's expression also changed.

It was truly miraculous, such a high-purity Moon God bloodline, yet not enshrined in a temple by the Lyra nobles, but instead reduced to a prostitute in a border town.

She didn't need to verify bloodlines or investigate family trees.

The moment Hela saw Alice, she knew her identity.

She was undoubtedly a noble with divine blood flowing through her veins.

Because her face bore a striking resemblance to "Mercy," the last of the deities among the elves.

Of course, The residents of this small town wouldn't know about this.

Just like the crystal statue of Hain, which stood in the Royal Sanctuary.

Idols that could truly depict the appearance of deities were rare treasures in this world.

If an elven noble from the Royal City saw Alice, they would be moved to tears by her existence.

But if ordinary elven citizens or outsiders saw Alice, They would probably... cry from below?

Regardless, Alice's excessively beautiful body was more than enough to crush her peers in this remote town.

To make full use of Alice's body, The owner of this establishment not only named the shop after Alice but also devised an incredibly ingenious, epoch-making marketing strategy.

"What is the guest's name?"

"Rhine? Hmm, that's a familiar name. I might have heard it somewhere."

"What would the guest like to order... Oh my, why are you staring at me like that?"

Alice smiled. "Are you perhaps interested in ordering me? I'm afraid I'm not for sale."

As she spoke, the girl pointed to the promotional posters in the shop.

Miss Alice's service standards started at a minimum of three hundred, with the full package and the shop's top star costing nine thousand.

In the Imperial Capital, this was pocket change.

However, in a border town like this, it was a high-end establishment.

Yet, as the shop's main attraction, Miss Alice was not included in these price lists.

As she said, She was not for sale.

The shop's owner had implemented a very peculiar system.

A lottery.

Any customer who spent over a thousand in the shop received a lottery chance, with the grand prize being Alice's first night.

Alice's stunning beauty, and the allure of claiming the first night of such a fallen noble elven girl, who the shop advertised as having noble blood... was truly tempting.

Therefore, This lottery system attracted countless people who flocked to the shop, spending money frantically.

However, upon a little thought, one could discover the scam inherent in this system.

This lottery was for... a first night?

This meant that in the years since Miss Alice's shop became popular due to her presence, countless people had spent money on the lottery, yet not a single person had ever won the noble lady's first night!!

Even if the prize pool had a drop rate, it was likely abysmally low.

So, Was Alice's first night truly unattainable?

Not exactly.

To make the lottery seem fairer, the owner also added a guaranteed win system.

After spending three million in the shop within a month, the guaranteed win mechanism would trigger, allowing direct access to Alice.

But this condition was incredibly harsh.

"Three million in a month! Even the most expensive prostitute here doesn't cost ten thousand a night!"

At this moment, a new customer at the bar saw Alice and, after inquiring about her price from a server, Lost his composure.

He smashed a cup violently and roared in anger, "I'll sleep with ten chickens for thirty consecutive days... Are you insane? Do you think I'm short on money-- do you think this is about money!!!!"

This customer's grief-stricken roar echoed throughout the brothel, reaching the ears of both Rhine and Alice.

Alice: "Ahahaha..."

Alice chuckled awkwardly and said to Rhine, "That customer is right, Mr. Rhine. You don't need to take that lottery seriously. It's just a marketing strategy from our idiot boss. She'll never let a customer win my first night, at least not until I'm twenty."

"Or perhaps some rich patron would be willing to buy my virginity for three million before then. But honestly, what idiot would spend three million on a prostitute's virginity? Even the Dreamland in the human Empire isn't that expensive!"

As Alice spoke, she couldn't help but burst into laughter. She seemed to have a very clear understanding of her own situation.

She chuckled as she explained her price to Rhine, how to obtain her virginity, as if she were just an uninvolved bystander, chatting about irrelevant gossip.

After enthusiastically explaining Miss Alice's "minefields" to Rhine, she began to introduce the services here:

"Anyway, this is pretty much how the place works. What would you like? If you're here for the striptease, all you need is a cover charge. Food is all-you-can-eat, drinks are extra. If you're looking for services... hmm..."

Alice looked at Hela beside Rhine.

Hela returned her smile.

Alice froze, because Hela was simply the most beautiful woman she had ever seen!

In the mortal world, the concept of "beauty" often had a threshold that innate looks couldn't overcome.

For ordinary mortals, no matter how well-featured they were, their faces merely fit current aesthetics.

But for noble half-bloods with the bloodline of deities, it was as if they had a permanent enchantment, possessing world-shattering beauty that could warp the minds of others.

Clearly, Hela and Rhine belonged to the latter category.

And they were the cream of the crop among those half-bloods who possessed innate charm.

It's a bit embarrassing to say this.

But actually, from the moment she first saw Hela and Rhine...

She was already captivated...

Alice reminded him shyly, "Guest... we don't have any beauties on the same level as this lady here?"

Rhine smiled and retorted, "Aren't you one?"