Brikstrat – a town on the inland trade route.

“Okay, any reason why there in particular?” Aelana asks, “Nah, it’s just the biggest town in the area. It has the thankful geological advantage of standing where most caravans from Orstead have to resupply before reaching the capital, thus a lot of funds flow through it. That’s from the ‘Econimica Estara’ by the way.”

Analea bends over to Celine and whispers something into her ear. “No, the only thing I know about Brikstrat is that it was originally a small village build around a bridge and a watermill. I come from a village about a week further south.” Uklag steps over a root, “Oh? Maybe we should visit them sometimes, anybody interesting there?” “No, Master Uklag.”

“Mhhhm? You are so quick to answer, afraid I will kill you family?” Celine looks shocked, “My only family is who my Mistresses tell me to see as my kin.” Aelina pinches her servant in the cheek, “You are such a cute little broken girl.” “Thank you, Mistress Aelina.” Celine sounds generally happy, despite being just called broken.

“That reminds me: How long were you hanging down there before we came along?” Uklag asks. “I-I don’t know, half a year maybe.” ‘No wonder she was that easy to break. Half a year in chains then somebody comes over, frees you and instantly chains you up again.’ Uklag keeps that thought to himself and continues walking.

The sun is high in the sky when the city finally reveals itself between the hills. Stone houses make out the majority of the centre of the city, with a small castle in the middle of it all. Several towers look over the inner city wall around which several longhouses and other living quarters have been built, but where the inner city is almost shiningly luxurious, even from a fair distance, the houses of the outer ring look run down.

Uklag assumes that, in the spirit of Estara, the women live in the inner circle while the men have been banished beyond the walls. Of course besides those that are needed for lower chores like scrubbing the floor. Oh and those with the right mixture of good looks, submissive behaviour and talent in bed.

“Tribal thinking is so unrefined compared to the glory of Feudalism, I mean they have a completely ridiculous social structure but they still produce such wealth. Imagine what someone competent could achieve with that kind of power.” Uklag muses. “That sounds like you want to be king.” Aelana chimes into his loud thoughts. “Might be fun, ‘Eternal Magus King Uklag’ is a great name to have on your statue.” The succubus blows air out of her nose, “Yeah, to bad all you will have is a rotting corpse in a fancy cave.” “Base.” “I know what I said.”

Uklag and Aelana glare at each for a few seconds before the former starts laughing. “Whatever, doubt me as much as you like, it will make the fucking I will give you in honour of my victory so much sweeter.” Analea steps between the two, “Master Uklag, as much as I want to hear or feel all about your plans regarding fucking I think we have other priorities right now.”

Uklag’s smile fades and he looks at the city. From where he stands it’s just riches rife for the picking. “Right, so here is the plan. An, Al you will enter the inner city, I don’t care under which pretence, and look for that servant you want to have, also ask if they have a library or something. Return at nightfall. Celine you and I will stay here until they return.”

The twins nod in unison. Just before they leave Aelana turns around, “Celine I forbid you from doing anything naughty with Master Uklag.” Analea smiles and adds, “Yes, if we smell even a drop of his semen on you, you will be severely punishment.” Celine looks depressed at the news, she had looked forward to a few quality hours, but she mumbles an agreement. “How am I supposed the time then?” Uklag shouts in fake outrage, “This is what happens when you give your subordinates a servant of their own, they use their influence to fuck you over.”

Aelana laughs devilishly and walks away. The blonde and the redhead hide their demonic features and leave the duo behind. “Well then. Celine, whatever should we do?” Uklag asks after the demons have become mere points in the distance. Celine just shifts uncomfortably. “Oh, so afraid of your mistresses’ punishment you won’t even talk to me?” Uklag frowns. “Okay then, I really wanted to wait for them but I can’t work like this. Celine you will stay here and tell them to wait for me, understand?”

The green-eyed huntress just nods and Uklag starts walking north. Celine had almost been right earlier, while the city was named after a bridge and a mill, neither of them were actually located in the main city, instead the modern Brikstrat had grown around a hunting castle that was able to take better care of the street but possesses neither a bridge nor a mill. Old Brikstrat was a small village just three hills further and had its name changed to Brugraht a few years ago.

“How good to know so much.” Uklag sings to himself. “Thank you, ‘Step for Step through the Queendom’~.”