Divine Luck: SSS-Rank Battle Maid Harem

Zach soon found himself propped up in a fancy suite in a luxury hotel, surrounded by a lavish feast. He was living up to the image of a spoiled and debauched young noble son flaunting and squandering his parents' wealth.

Zach could guess Derot's intentions from what he was making Zach do, and Zach understood it. It could be an effective method to deal with their foes. But it wasn't quite what Zach had in mind when he let Yanael, Alzara, and Soara ride on top of the carriage into the city.

Still, he wasn't one to complain when he could enjoy. He still trained, just not so that anyone but his maids noticed it. But it wasn't to the point where he needed to supplement his world essence energy with extra food or potions. Still, he indulged in the luxurious food Derot prepared.

Even if he didn't need to eat, he could still taste the delicacies of the capital.

The Myrbor Hotel wasn't one of the more expensive hotels in the capital for nothing. It had even taken Zach's status as the son of one of the ducal households to be allowed to rent a suite on such short notice.

He was wasting money like it was water, and he was making a show of it.

Still, it was no secret that he was the figurehead of the alchemist recently making waves in the capital's potion and medicine markets. While the guild didn't have a name, it was often called Zacharia's Alchemist Guild since that's what it was.

Those who were in opposition to such a powerful influence entering the market and taking over it with new and groundbreaking potions were worried that the person behind the guild would arrive at the capital and make things difficult for them. They had done their best to squash the guild before it could bloom and before Zach could come and help out personally.

Naturally, as the person responsible for the guild, he would be a fearsome opponent to deal with in terms of business. Right now, it seemed he was busy with his education and left the matters of the guild to his second-in-command, Derot.

Derot was a troublesome target. He stubbornly and skillfully resisted and outmaneuvered their attempts to sabotage the guild's business. But he was only one man. In due time, he would crumble.

If Zach helped out, however, that would change.

So, when they heard Derot left to pick up Zach, a few of the merchants took the opportunity to burn down another warehouse, hoping it would put a dent in their business and make it difficult for Zach to do anything at once.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Contrary to their expectations and fears, however, Zach didn't do anything. Derot took him on a tour around the capital before practically locking him up in a fancy hotel with lavish feasts and exotic and beautiful maids.

Zach hadn't left the hotel suite in several days. One could only imagine what was going up there, especially when the servants of the hotel reported hearing grunting and squealing of various kinds. There was also a lingering smell of sweat whenever they brought in more food and carried out dirty dishes.

The servants and hotel staff noted that Zach and his maids always looked presentable and dignified, especially the maids.

The wilier merchants with more grease than dampness behind their ears knew that something was up. They had done a background check on Zach and even investigated his stop at the Systine Duchy a year ago.

Three of his maids should be his familiars since he was attending the Academy for Summoners and all. Either, he was doing it with his only human maid who had attended him since childhood, or he was a deviant and doing it with his familiars.

But there wasn't any evidence of either situation, nor was there any reports of what Zach was actually doing in his suite. He could be training or fighting with his maids for all they knew, however unlikely it was.

The reports from the hotel said one thing. The reports from the two Duchies, Evandiel and Systine, were inconclusive, which was understandable. The two Duchies wouldn't hand out information to just anyone. Their servants wouldn't care about a few gold coins. It would take a lot more than that to loosen their lips.

The Systine servants were some of the highest-paid individuals in the Empire, and the Evandiel servants were some of the most well-trained individuals in the Empire. If they wanted to find out more, the capital's merchants would have to put in more work.

There was the Academy as well. But the instructors were hard to track down and even harder to talk to without getting turned to monster chow.

The students were much easier to talk to. A family's child attending the Academy for Summoners was a pride and an achievement few hid. Explore more stories with empire

The capital's merchants managed to locate and talk to several students in each grade at the Academy.

However, the results were disappointing.

The students in the fourth year were cautious and didn't let slip any details about Zach or any of the other students at the Academy.

The students in the first year were ignorant. They knew Zach had paid them well to gather food and medicinal ingredients at the start of the year. They also knew he was one of the key figures at the Academy and that he was involved in the Underworld Research and Extermination Club.

The second-years were a little better since they had noticed Zach enter the principal's office on occasion. However, they also knew that Zach wandered around and got lost a lot, so it might have been accidental.

Something that both first and second-years could agree on, however, was that Zach was always surrounded by girls, whether it be his maids or classmates. His maids were his familiars, but they looked, walked, and talked just like humans, so very few thought of them as more than ordinary maids.

That left the third-years…

Whenever the people employed and hired by the capital's merchants asked other third-years what they thought about Zach, they either got strange looks or people shaking their heads and chuckling like no words could describe Zach before walking away.

The results on Zach's background checks were inconclusive to say the least.

But when it looked like he was a prodigal son fully intent on squandering his and his family's wealth on luxury and his maids, some merchants concluded that he was the figurehead and puppet representative of the guild. Meanwhile, Derot, who was in charge of everything, was the real owner.

That meant, they only needed to be wary of Derot.

Zach, on the other hand, was akin to open season.

It took less than a week for his first visitor to appear at his doorstep.