Top Tier Perversion: Dual Cultivate Secretly

As lunch time approached, the kingdom stirred.

At the Capital’s train station, workers moved at a never-before-seen pace.

"Hurry! You can do ten more boxes before lunch!"

A supervisor shouted while helping his team load the boxes.

"No one knows how long this job might last. Let’s make the most while we can!"

The men exclaimed resolutely.

"Hup-HO!"

They picked the boxes.

As the train was loaded, the stationmaster soon gave the signal and it left.

Just a little before lunch, only a few trains remained at the Capital.

...

In an industrial town.

A man with gray sideburns, in a dusty suit and soft top hat prepared the reins of the horses as his wife loaded a final basket into the carriage.

As they finished their preparations, they stared at their tiny cottage house while holding hands.

The man took a deep breath as his hand slightly trembled.

The wife pressed her husband’s hand more firmly.

The two watched their house in silence.

"If I hadn’t eloped with you that day..."

The wife said with a soft smile.

The husband breathed heavily.

"...don’t remind me of that pig your parents almost married you off to."

The wife laughed.

"Mummy! Daddy!"

A tiny head peaked out from the carriage and yelled.

"Let’s go see dada, nana!"

The husband and wife stared at each other, sighing and smiling.

The wife went to board the carriage while the man with gray sideburns was about to hop on the driver’s seat when a distant voice rang in his ears.

"Stop! Stop!"

The husband halted his step from boarding.

The wife looked at the yelling man.

It was a middle-aged worker running toward them.

"Huff... huff... oh boy..."

He stopped before the man with gray sideburns and panted.

"At your age, you shouldn’t be running like that." The husband said with a slight smile.

The middle-aged man slapped his shoulder.

"Ya bastard, I came bearing good news and you treat me like that!?"

The husband flashed a sorrowful smile.

"What good news can it even be at this point?"

The middle-aged man grinned and showed his yellow teeth.

"The foundry is back in business. Ya don’t gotta go nowhere now. Remember those trains? They’ve begun running and there’s no shortage of raw material!"

With such delightful news, the middle-aged man hoped to see his colleague smile, but the man’s expression did not change.

"It’s great news" He plainly said. "You can finally go back to work and get paid again."

"What?" The middle-aged man looked at him. "What do ya mean you?"

The man shook his head and climbed on the driver’s seat.

He turned to his colleague and said while adjusting his hat, "I’ve sold my house, Garrett. It was good knowing you, and I hope someday, we can get wasted in the tavern again."

The middle-aged man was silent, utterly stunned by what he just heard.

"Can ya not buy the house back?"

The man shook his head.

"If everyone works at factories, who will farm?"

The man held the reins and whipped his horses.

"Take care of yourself, old friend."

The wife who was watching the scene quietly sat down and pulled her child in her embrace.

The carriage rolled out, leaving behind a middle-aged man with his arms dangling at the sides.

He did not say a word more or had a change in expression. But, his eyes never left the carriage as it disappeared from his view.

...

Outside a small town’s bakery, there was a long line.

People entered with empty hands and full pockets.

People left with full hands and empty pockets.

There was pure bliss on their faces as the smell of freshly baked bread filled their nostrils.

The bakery finally got its flour and the baker was so busy near the oven that even if he cried, it would vaporize from the heat.

Though, as per the folks that entered the bakery and came out, the baker’s tears were definitely visible... as he cried out in joy.

...

D’Arc Manor, the Capital.

The wind made the curtains flutter as the midday sun shone within Vincent’s bedroom.

Vincent sat by the desk.

Anastasia stood beside him.

"She didn’t have to pull it this hard..."

He complained as Anastasia applied ice on his reddened cheeks.

"Mh-hm." Anastasia listened to all his complaints.

Vincent looked up at her.

"Does she even love me?"

Anastasia continued to apply cold compress and replied, "Madam loves her tea for sure."

Vincent clicked his tongue. "You could’ve at least lied and given me some hope."

Anastasia gently massaged his face.

"It’s okay. Not all hope is lost. The young lady sent a telegram, maybe it has the affection you seek?"

"Right..." Vincent turned and looked at the sealed envelope before him. He opened it and read through the contents.

"How long do you plan to stay in the Capital?"

"The axe won’t lift itself to split mountains."

"Be back in Copper Town within two days or forget ever learning it from me."

Vincent: "..."

His eyebrow twitched.

He leaned back on his chair and looked up at Anastasia. "Who told her about the mountain splitting incident?"

Anastasia stopped applying the ice compress and fetched a towel from the wooden cart nearby.

"I’m just a maid, young master."

She gently patted Vincent’s face.

"Maids aren’t supposed to know every detail of their masters."

Vincent stared at this said maid for a bit. Was it his imagination or was she getting sassier by the day?

Anastasia stopped patting his face and looked at him. "All done."

"Anastasia." Vincent said before she walked away.

"Hm?" She stayed in position and stared at him.

"At least you love me right?"

Anastasia gently held his face.

The two gazed at each other for a few seconds.

She bent down.

Vincent felt a pair of supple and warm lips on his for an instance.

Anastasia straightened herself and went to the wooden cart, pulling it away.

Before she left, she looked at Vincent.

"I am just a maid, young master."

The door closed.

Vincent: "..."

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