Hacking the Game Didn't Go as Intended [Part Two]

CHAPTER 224: Plan B - Lady Zelesti

A lavish carriage pulled by two dignified horses rolled to a smooth stop before a brothel's entrance. Its presence alone turned heads—curious onlookers, painted courtesans, and wandering patrons all pausing to marvel at the display of wealth.

Lyndoria, dressed in a finely tailored coachman's uniform, descended from the driver's seat, her wide-brimmed hat casting a shadow over her disguised face.

Her long weaves were hidden beneath the hat and the cloth binding her chest flattened her figure well enough to pass as a lean, sharp-featured man. She carried herself with a noble air, barely sparing a glance at the startled hostess who rushed to greet her.

"Lady Zelesti has been transported as requested," Lyndoria declared, her voice cold and authoritative. "Would you be so kind as to summon the brothel keeper?"

The hostess blinked in confusion. "P-Pardon? We weren't expecting any VIPs this early in the day—"

Lyndoria's gloved hand flicked impatiently toward the brothel. "Then there must have been a miscommunication on your end," she said, a sharp edge to her voice.

The girl hesitated, glancing at the gilded carriage. "I... I wasn't told anything about this. Would you mind telling me her affiliation and the purpose of the visit?"

Lyndoria's gaze hardened. "Lady Zelesti has had a long trip and is exhausted. Do you think your superior would be pleased to hear you delayed such an esteemed guest with irrelevant questioning?"

The hostess blanched. "N-No, of course not! I—I'll fetch her at once!" She turned and hurried inside, her flustered movements drawing the attention of the other girls.

Moments later, the brothel keeper emerged—a woman dressed in lavish silks, her painted lips curled into a professional yet skeptical smile. The hostesses exchanged curious glances as the woman strode toward the carriage, her eyes narrowing at the sight of the coachman.

Lyndoria, keeping her posture firm and her voice confident, barely spared the woman a glance. "I am here to deliver the newly appointed courtesan as requested."

The brothel keeper's sharp gaze flickered with wariness. "And who, exactly, made this request?"

Lyndoria, recalling Daisuke's earlier instructions, folded her arms and replied smoothly, "The arrangements were made through an anonymous letter."

Suspicion deepened the furrow between the woman's brows. "I wasn't informed of any such arrangement."

"Like I told one of your employees, it appears there has been a lapse in communication on your end," Lyndoria said coolly, her hand resting on the hilt of the riding crop at her waist. "But I assure you, Lady Zelesti has traveled a great distance. I hope you're not suggesting we turn back now because of an oversight on your part?"

The woman hesitated. Her reputation, her authority—everything relied on maintaining order and prestige. But before she could protest further, the carriage door opened and Lumielle stepped out.

A hush fell over the entrance as the gathered women gasped.

Her beauty was almost unreal—silken locks cascading over bare shoulders, deep jade green eyes framed by thick lashes, lips painted a delicate shade of rose. Every movement, from the graceful descent of the carriage to the slight, practiced tilt of her chin, radiated an effortless nobility.

The brothel keeper's expression shifted instantly. Whatever doubts she had evaporated as her calculating gaze drank in Lumielle's form, assessing every detail.

Impeccable posture, flawless complexion, an aura of refinement—this woman wasn't just a beauty. She was the kind of woman men would ruin themselves for. It was obvious she was sent to replace their current top courtesan who had ripened well beyond her prime.