Silver Bottle II

Gilan was wedged between two burly female guards and "escorted" all the way into the carriage.

The moment he stepped into the cabin, the plump middle-aged noblewoman looked him up and down, clicking her tongue appreciatively.

"What a handsome young man..."

Her eyes roamed over Gilan's body, and through his thin linen robe, she could vaguely make out the perfectly sculpted muscles beneath.

The noblewoman's breathing quickened. She could barely resist reaching out to touch him, but the filth and stench clinging to Gilan repulsed her enough to abandon the thought.

"Get moving!" she shouted outside. "Hurry back and get this man washed!"

"Yes, Lady Gunas."

A female guard answered from beyond the carriage curtain.

Crack!

With the sharp snap of a whip, the horses pulled the carriage into motion. Its wooden wheels turned with a creak.

The carriage trembled and swayed.

"Young man, what is your name?"

The noblewoman forced what she believed to be a kindly smile and asked.

"Gilan Iros," Gilan said.

"Mm... Gilan, from now on, you'll follow me. I won't let you go hungry. I'll give you meat to eat and let you live in a clean, comfortable environment... Of course, you'll also need to learn how to serve me and make me happy."

"Come, take off your clothes first. Let me have a look."

The noblewoman chuckled.

"You're far too dirty. Once we reach my residence, I'll have someone wash you and give you a clean set of clothes."

Yet Gilan showed no reaction. He merely watched the woman quietly.

"Hm?" The noblewoman frowned. "What? You don't understand what I'm saying?!"

Her voice rose, irritation evident at the golden-haired young man's disobedience.

Gilan ignored her and simply called out:

"Vivi."

"Yes, Master." A tiny, seductive figure slipped out, raising both hands as she cast