"Learn some restraint you two"
Anne led both Bedelia and Rexford to the village, the two idiots behind her tried to hide their faces but that did little to disguise the shame of what happened that morning.
To make the long story short, Anne had found that Rexford was late for a meeting he had scheduled for that day.
Although being late was a "norm" for him, Anne still felt something was amiss with it so following her instincts she entered her masters room only to be met with a sight that almost made her vomit.
The messy room that was covered in dried up liquids of passion, although the opened windows reduced the stench to an extent, it was still quite strong especially near the door far from the opened windows.
She immediately searched for Rexford and Bedelia only to see them cuddling in the bath.
What followed was a rather shameful moment for the two as they quickly got dressed while a group of maids were called in to clean up the mess.
Safe to say, the tale of how "Bedelia and the Third Prince" ravaged a room would become the topic of talks amongst the maids for quite some time.
"It would have been better if you had simply overslept, but to think that you'd end up spending a whole night and more doing… ahh"
Anne did not really know what to say, was it the excitement of finally doing something other than sleeping with women? Or was it the stress from doing so?
Whatever it was that caused the Third Prince to be more… energetic, it was something that she had to be prepared for. After all, even if Bedelia was the "favored maid" of the third prince, she was not the only one he called for.
If it ever came time for Anne to be called…
"Master, I believe it would be best to call in two maids rather than just one… of course, Bedelia is an exception"
Anne ended up speaking out about what was on her mind.
The devastating state the room was left in made Anne realize just how much power the third prince had and as curious as she was- if she were to go through that alone? Anne feared that she might pass out or even die if it comes to that.
"Sounds good enough, we'll follow your arrangements."
Rexford replied haphazardly but what Anne proposed was exactly- no, not exactly but along the same vein of what he wanted to implement.
The deal he made with Delilah needed him to spend a few nights with her, not always but on a consistent basis. At least… until their deal is completed.
Because of that, Rexford was in a rather peculiar bind.
If he were any other prince, no one would question why he would spend a night alone sometimes but Rexford Diabolus was not called the "Hedonistic Prince" for no reason.
Ever since he came of age, Rexford had been spending time with women, even before that, his "nightly relief" which for others would have been restricted to only hands had gone as far as using the maids mouth.
Of course, the maid who was responsible for him at that point was, interestingly enough, Anne.
Despite her looks, Anne was quite old-
*SNAP*
"What is it?"
"Master, you've thought of something rather uncouth haven't you?"
"Eh? You got me… I was not fully satisfied so I ended up having some thoughts staring at your back… well maybe a bit lower- ahem… Anne, we're in public, please don't let a prince say something like that"
"..."
"What?"
"..."
Anne did not seem to believe his words but Rexford didn't bother and instead just continued forward erasing the guilt he felt with what happened this morning.
'Hard to believe the nympho who begs for more every night used to be quite the sadistic MIL-'
"Ow! What was that for?"
*Glare*
Anne glared at Rexford but the Third Prince had already accumulated enough experience that he knew how to deal with Anne when she acted this way.
*stare*
All he had to do was return her gaze but not at her eyes but at the cleavage that would make any man pop a boner. Compared to her glare that was basically a silent interrogation, Rexford's lascivious gaze that was basically just sexual harassment had a greater effect.
"Hmph!"
Like always, Anne was the first one to give up as she turned her head away and pushed past Rexford, ignoring the fact that she was a maid as she led them to the village.
"What did you do?"
"I wanna know too…"
The Third Prince and Bedelia had such an exchange before sighing and chasing after Anne who had already made quite a distance between them.
It took them a while but not that much time, a bit over thirty minutes but less than an hour. That was despite the distance from the Imperial Palace to the outskirts of the capital being quite large. A few kilometers worth of distance.
Yet the inherent ability of the Imperial family and those that served them were above what normal people would call average. This allowed them to move rather quickly and without much strain, to people on Earth, they would appear to be walking at a pace faster than even olympic level brisk walking athletes.
Even Bedelia who had a strong human bloodline was physically stronger than even some individuals from the demon race. She outpaced many of the other people around her, it was after all, an essential skill to have.
If she couldn't even match the walking pace of the Third Prince, how could she dare claim to be capable of matching him in bed?
"Hm? What are those?"
As they reached the village, Rexford spotted some rather peculiar fruits.
"Master! These are berries! We found them growing in large quantities in the forest but they have more seed than fruit, but since many fruits come from one branch, we figured it could become a source of sugar if we plant them in large fields"
A small boy, not a demon, but a dwarf, despite his looks, Rexford recalled that among the many "Dwarven races" one such race had characteristics that matched what he recalled from his past life as "halflings", some LOTR fans may even call them hobbits.
Yet in this world, they were all under the banner of "Dwarf".
What separated them from each other were clans and most clans stuck to their own races.
Especially since each Dwarven subrace have different cultural and societal customs, mostly revolving around how they measure "attractiveness".
The strongest of the Dwarves are "Eldian Clan Dwarves" who are as tall as regular humans but are stockier and had more hair.
On the flipside, those that looked like children even after 50 years are part of the "Minea Clan Dwarves".
Before Rexford was one such dwarf, who despite having a small stature was quite dexterous.
The difficult task of removing the seed from the fruit was done in seconds and with smooth movements. Despite holding a sharp knife, the dwarf neither cut himself or damaged the seed.
If Rexford were to take a video of him working and posted it on a video platform on Earth, aside from police hunting him down for "Child abuse", there would also be people who would add the video clip on a compilation of "oddly satisfying videos".
But Rexford did not approach him because of how work, as amazingly hypnotizing as it was, Rexford was more interested in the seeds.
"Master? Are you familiar with the seeds?"
"Hm… not really, but maybe I could use it for something…"
"Ah! Then feel free to take some"
"No I couldn't"
"Please! I insist, the Master has given us too much, if we could repay you, even a tiny bit, we would gladly do so. Moreover, the Master need not worry as there were quite a few clusters of trees in the forest that were practically covered in branches that had more berries than leaves!"
"Well then, don't mind if I do~"
Rexford only took one bucket, it was about 5 to 6 gallons and was filled to the brim with pale white seeds.
Lifting it up, Rexford thought that it should be about 30 to 35 pounds which would be 15 to 16 in non-freedom kilogram units.
Yet even with the expectation of weight, Rexford found that the bucket weighed almost nothing to him. Hell, he could carry it with a single hand like an oversized handbag.
"Thank you"
He turned to the Minean Dwarf before leaving, of course, Bedelia tried to pay but since it was rejected, she could only bow her head and follow her master.
It was the norm for servants to hold their masters' money, a culture that Rexford was against but could not really ignore.
After all, it was one of the norms that had pervaded society so deeply that going against it would not only incur the distaste of the upper classes but also bring trouble to the lower classes.
Rexford had already experienced it before when he tried to pay for his tab at a local bar but ended up leaving without dropping a single coin. It was only after he woke up the next day did he learn that the tab was paid by Anne who was managing his Palace's Finances.
"Master, why did you buy these seeds? Are you also curious about the fruit?"
"Hm? Nah, I'm gonna turn this into a drink!"
"A drink? Wouldn't you use the fruit peels to make tea?"
"Who said I was making tea?"
Rexford smirked, in his past life, one of the few things he knew a lot about was a certain beverage that gave him life.
While he could barely taste the difference between the first and last brew of certain teas, he could clearly tell the difference between different blends of coffee.
Yes, the beans he obtained were weirdly similar to coffee, a beverage that had not appeared in this world yet.
It was especially worrying for Rexford as he was the prince of the Diabolus Empire, a nation that had access to nearly all types of climate.
From the freezing north that was basically mini Antarctica to the sandy south that were either beaches or deserts. The empire had a wide variety of products which allowed it to have quite a rich food culture.
Even then, the developments in flavor and taste did not even reach the sophistication of Earth!
On Earth, many cultures only experienced varied dishes after globalization. Yet the Empire was in a state that was near similar to globalization. A united front of separate territories home to different races with different cultures living in different environments.
It was the perfect blend to create the diaspora that created the complex western world of Earth yet… in this world, people still drank simple teas made from fruits, sugars like honey and other "edible" materials boiled in water.
Rexford did not care for what reason such a situation came about, all he cared about was that he saw a potential substitute to the beverage that kept him alive for years!
'I'm making coffee!'
At that point, Rexford had already completely forgotten why he went to the village but such trifles would never match the importance of coffee! Yes! NEVER GET IN BETWEEN A MAN AND HIS COFFEE!