Chapter 1824 Enter: The Female Rebel
Buzzzz~
Can you hear it? The talks of many in the shadows, gossiping about the faint newly sprung stories of the Female Phantom Rebel King. In the bars, pubs and well-known establishments, many lowered their necks and whispered around the tables filled with rum, all talking about the mysterious female king. "I heard she made a mess of Viscount Camelot's Entertainment arena." "What?!!!... True or false? I thought that was an unfounded rumor, for how can a mere woman cause so much chaos, talk less of going head on with someone as powerful as Viscount Camelot?"
Was this some sort of joke? Those who listened to the rumors twisted their faces and stared at their ale in a daze, no one knowing what thoughts were twirling in their minds. For a moment, many tables fell in a ghastly slope of knee-deep silence, no longer feeling the bubbling bliss from the clapping music and dance from the tavern women dancing around on tables. You don't get it, do you. Sure, Viscount Camelot was also scary I'm his own way. But there was someone… someone even more scarier than him, someone who was the Viscount's biggest bracket. Why,… Just thinking about that terrifying monster was enough to send shivers down everyone's spine. There was someone about that name that left their palms swearing wildly. Understand that in Dafaren, and possibly the entire Veinitta, the only people who stand a chance of putting that monster down, are the 2 Veit monarchs. And that's only if they joined forces. Lord Castello Basanta - That was his name. Many call him the son of the devil. He was a Marquess, well respected and born here in Dafaren, Veinitta… A tough man who had as much compassion as a boggle eating its prey. He stood at the top of his own pillar, leaving several subordinates and prestigious members obeying his every command. The word Marquess, is a title or a mark, given to those who oversee Frontier districts. The Marquess oversaw territories in Dafaren that bordered the Lingingburg empire. Lingingburg and Dafaren are the only Veinitta empires. Alexander, though never liking Lord Castello, had been smart enough to use his prestige to hold many who thought of stealing Dafaren's borderlands. It's no secret that Alexander hated Costello's guts and power, for no mediaeval Monarch would be happy having someone even more powerful than them living in their empire. But how powerful was this Lord Castello Basanta, you ask? Well, let's just say he practically owned almost every slave home on Veinitta. From pleasure homes to slave entertainment homes, you name it… he, Castello was involved. Again, he also owned multiple money lending temples/establishments too. No one knew for sure, the depth of his true wealth. But of Landon was here, he would probably be able to answer the question with ease. In Dafaren, he had: 14 massive hidden bases, 25 enormous pleasure homes, 11 public estates, and 20 public money lending establishments. In Lingingburg, Castello had; 11 hidden bases, 19 gigantic pleasure homes17 public estates and 18 money lending temples. None of his possessions were small. In the world of slave trading within Veinitta, your go-to person is always Castello. Even the little slave traders around, can never make major decisions without asking his opinion. Do you know how much money one can make from slave trade and slave trade entertainment alone? Look around! Which business or noble home doesn't have thousands and thousands of slaves? When one dies, you replace them. It was as simple as that. Slaves weren't even seen as human, but beings far less than even a chicken. Their worth was nothing, so them dying also meant nothing. . Castello Basanta was that man no one dared to cross, because no matter how far or how long you hide, he will always find you. And when he does… *~Shiver!~*
"... This, this is crazy! And you're sure it's the wo2rk of some female?"
"Correct!" Another heavily confirmed, before chunking down a large gulp of rum and slapping his tankard (mug) on the table. "Aye, it's a female with a death wish on her hands."
"But what kind of hatred does she have with someone like Castello, for her to boldly target him?"
Why can't she be like the rest of them and die in silence? When someone is too powerful like Castello, all you can do is swallow your grievances rather than react. After all, wasn't that idiotic suicide? Although men love battles and war, they also love strategy. No man would go up against such a beast when their odds were zero to none. Out of a million possibilities that could exist, there was no possibility or chance for such a woman to succeed. That's right, no one could see a future where a female of all people could win against Castello. Men of all backgrounds and calibers have tried, with even his majesty secretly trying to kill Castello with all the powerful resources and forces available to him. So if none of these mighty men could do it, how could it be a woman who succeeds in the end? Tch! She's definitely a dead woman. But who was she? What did she look like? And who was her true backer, for her to still remain so mysterious till now? "I went to the Arrow Crop guild to buy information, and did you know that they still haven't found out her true appearance?"
The news kept the men on all ties as they leaned in with hunched backs and laser-focused eyes For sure, there must be a backer behind the Female Phantom King. Because they didn't believe that a mere woman could hide her identity from a powerful guild Arrow Corp for so long without any help. But they didn't fear because they knew sooner or later, the many guilds will know the face that hid behind their many masks. So what if she had a backer? In the face of true power, all secrets shall come to the light.