City of Desire [Kingdom Building]

Chapter 275: Blast This Den Of Sin Into Pieces

“Enough!”
 
I heard a thunderous voice and saw the man appear in front of us. 
 
He looked at us and smiled reassuringly, before looking ahead.
 
I saw the apology in his eyes and also his powerlessness. He is aware he wouldn’t be able to do anything and instead will suffer the consequences, but he still chose to protect them.
 
It could have been very easy for him to just stand and watch. Others would have done it without a shred of hesitation, but he didn’t.
 
Seeing him standing bravely to protect them, all the fear disappeared from their eyes and now, there is strength in them. Strength to bear, every horrible thing these monsters might do to them.
 
…
 
“You have some courage to stop us, Silver,” said Ronda with a grin. 
 
He is happy; it is for which he had come here. To take the revenge for the great humiliation that Silver had given him and now he will have it.
 
I didn’t even glance at the smug face of Ronda and turned to Zanav. 
 
Till now, I watched them do one humiliating thing after another to my girls, and break the rules of my establishment, but I couldn’t anymore. 
 
I know, there will be big consequences, immediate and lasting, but I couldn’t care less about them at this moment.
 
“Silver, step away. Let them teach the lesson to these filthy whores,” said Taren, and anger blazed in me.
 
“I cannot do that,” I replied, and a surprise flashed in his eyes before he smiled.
 
“So, you will not stand aside?” he asked. “I will not.,” I replied, looking directly into his eyes.
 
“Good, this will make things even more fun,” he said and turned to the bald man. 
 
“Gars, hold down Silver. I want him to watch how I and others fuck these whores till all the pride bleeds out of their eyes,” he ordered and removed his jacket.
 
“Gladly, my lord,” said a bald man and came at me with a grin.
 
Click!
 
He had just taken a step, when the door opened, and four people came in and stood behind me.
 
I am surprised. I didn’t think they would come out to help me. Their contract clearly gives them an out, in conditions like this.
 
Seeing them, the bald man stopped and turned to Taren.
 
“Do you think your little guards will be able to stop me, Silver?” he asked, with his eyes filled with mirth and anger.
 
“We might not, but we will try with our all,” I replied.
 
He had more guards and there was also High-Mage York. I know the old man and Count Darrow enough that there will be no help from them.
 
He might instead be ordered to help Taren.
 
He seemed to realize what I was thinking and turned to High-Mage York. He may be more spoiled than Lancel, but also more intelligent; understands how to use people to his advantage.
 
“High-Mage, contain Silver and little guards,” he ordered, and the old man hesitated for a second, before sighing and raising his staff toward me. 
 
Hun!
 
It lit up, and I prepared myself for the spell when suddenly, I sensed the change in the establishment. The old man and guards shook; Taren looked around with a spark of fear in his eyes.
 
The sudden change confused me, but I decided to remain quiet. There will be a time to ask about it.
 
For a few seconds, nobody spoke before Taren looked at me, with fury bubbling in his eyes.
 
“You have disrespected me over and over, Silver. If I didn’t avenge it, then I wouldn’t be the son of the House of Zanav,” he said before a vengeful smile appeared on his face.
 
“I am going to blast this den of sin into pieces.” 
 
I shuddered as I heard that because I knew it was not a mere threat. He had done it before and will do it here, and I am powerless to stop it.
 
He is really powerful.
 
Even if I fought with all my guards. There won’t be stopping him.
 
Taren gave me one last look before walking out of the hall and soon disappeared from view, along with his men.
 
“Master Silver,” said Grisel, with tears streaming from her eyes.
 
“There is no need to worry. It is just the building. If it is destroyed, we will build, a new one,” I said with a smile, before turning to Caena.
 
“Evacuate the brothel; patrons, girls, staff, everyone,” I said, and walked toward the elevator, before stepping into it.
 
As the elevator descended, I saw the patrons escaping hurriedly; it was the same with the second floor and the first floor.
 
“That bastard’s men are shouting. They are going to destroy the establishment,” said Stena.
 
“He may destroy the building, but he wouldn’t dare to kill people. It is risky.” Jon added.
 
They are right, even with all his courage; he wouldn’t dare to kill people. It is already a huge risk for him to destroy the establishment.
 
It is not just a brothel, but a brothel owned by the adviser of the Count and a member of the House of Silver. If he kills people on top of that, then there will be consequences that even wouldn’t want to bear.
 
I looked at people running out of the door and was glad to see, Stavad and the staff guiding them out properly.
 
We had held many drills about it, and they were now being useful.
 
I stayed by the elevator, letting the patrons leave first. 
 
They looked at me as they left. Many have pity in their eyes, some seem to be enjoying it. I do not blame them for feeling what they are feeling; I only blame my powerlessness.
 
If I had been strong enough, the bastard wouldn’t have been able to do what he planned to do. I would have been able to save my establishment.
 
I was watching them leave when a man in his early sixties walked up to me. 
 
“I feel pain for you, young man. There is nothing worse than watching everything you have built crumble, with no fault of yours.” He said and gently patted on my shoulder, before walking away.
 
I don’t know the man, but his genuine words touched me.
 
There were so many familiar people, but not a single one offered me the kind words that this unknown man did.
 
It didn’t take long for all to evacuate, and I walked toward the door when Caena appeared beside me.
 
“All the girls and staff have entered the tunnel,” she informed, and I felt relief.
 
They are the most important part of the establishment. As long as they are alive; it won’t take me long to build the new establishment.
 
“You should go to circle too,” I said to her, but she smiled, and I didn’t say anything further.
 
“They are really planning to destroy the establishment,” said Stavad, with his voice shaking as he looked outside.
 
“Go to the safety,” I said, walking out of the door.
 
In front of the establishment, twelve huge rhinos are standing, with twenty-four cannons mounted on them pointing at the 
 
They have removed the seal from the mouths of cannons. Now, they only need to light the charge and turn my establishment into dust.
 
“It seemed like, there was no saving the establishment.” “Still, Zela, send the message to the Count and request help from him.” 
 
It wouldn’t affect things, but I didn’t want to leave any space for the excuses for him. Not that he cares; knowing him, he probably wants something like this to happen, to get leverage against Taren.
 
I walked toward the rhino, not caring whether they might shoot. They wouldn’t, still seeing big cannons, all the hair on my body stood up.
 
I stopped near the wall of the compound. Behind me on the road are hundreds of people, waiting to watch the crumbling of my dreams.
 
It is dangerous in the compound, but I didn’t want to leave the grounds of the establishment. I want to show, at least, this much defiance in my utter powerlessness.
 
….
 
“There is a message from Remus Silver, my lord,” informed Beaumont, while the Count nodded without saying anything.
 
All his focus is on scrying the mirror, watching what is happening in front of the establishment.
 
“Nearly a thousand people have gathered on the street. It wouldn’t look good on you if Lord Zanav destroys the Remus’s brothel, my lord.” Said Robin. 
 
It is not the first time; he pleaded with the lord to save Remus’s brothel.
 
“It will affect some things, but we will blame it on Remus for disrespecting the noble and even suspend him from his job for a few weeks,” replied the Count with a smile on his face.
 
“It is a great idea, Father; this way, we will show Remus his place and get leverage to ask questions to that bastard Taren,” said Lancel, smiling smugly.
 
He hates both of them and wishes he had been there personally, instead of watching through the scrying mirror.
 
He had already asked Mage York to capture a mage picture of Remus.
 
He loves that filthy thing too much. He wants to see his face when the place he loves the most, turned into rubble.
 
“Let’s hope that little bastard, destroys the brothel,” said Count, remembering the message York had sent not long ago, telling him about his dangersence blaring, when he was asked to contain Remus.

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