The both were dressed in almost identical uniform of the upper maids. Short black skirt with a fluffy white crinoline peek-boo which lovely frilled; slinky second skin upper ends laced with straps, around graceful shoulders and allowed one to freely enjoy sharp collarbones and appetizing protruding bust. The difference was only in the color of stockings, elastic band which was barely covered by the edge of the skirt: the blonde had a white one, the dark-haired had a black one. The dresses perfectly combined with their appearance and emphasized all female advantages – a b.u.m, a waist and a breast were presented in the best light.

Kyon felt that explicit form like this seemed strange, because the maid in his understanding should not be so open to attract the attention of men. In this case, it should be considered illegal manipulation of man's nature – try to stay in adequate near quintessence of beauty and s.e.xuality! However, as far as he remembered from books, in this world everything was arranged a little differently. The maid is the symbol of the house. The more beautiful, neat, well-groomed and well-mannered she is, the higher will be appreciated by her owner in the eyes of guests.

Flitz had warned the young man about these beauties while Kyon was taking his shoes off at the main entrance. The girls were in charge of the estate and the rest of the servants, according to the old man's precept, Kyon should have be more careful with them, ideally try to find a common language. However, that visual "reflection of the greatness" of the Patriarch in the form of beautiful girls who were presumably 20 years impressed the guy so much that he had already a minute to consider the girls as potential servants.

{I like the dark one... She brings out inaccessibity. Her gray eyes are full of cold, and this eyebrow shape... I'd hire this one.}

«Good morning, Flitz.» Miss Juno's is in the training area.» - smiling, almost sang with her melodious voice the blonde girl to approached the old man.

The dark one also greeted Flitz, looked at the guy who continued to look at her like he was the boss and chose whether she was suitable for him as a servant or not. It was as if she had been drenched in icy water – no one in her life dared to look at her like that! She is bowed by all of the guests, then who is it?! Maybe the kid's some big shot? Clothing of such quality is worn gentlemen only.. And... No... Judging upon the mark, he is just a slave. Arrogant, impudent, self-confident – but still a slave. What an absolute disappointment!

So bold slaves, and people in general, she had never met which stimulated her feminine essence to check whether the impudence of the young man means at least something, or he was just a jerk who did not value his life.

The girl looked at him coldly, defiantly disdainfully lingered on the slave formation:

«Flitz, slaves are not allowed here, you know the rules.»

The old man waved away with a fake smile:

«Mrs. Juno asked me, and she's in charge here, so let him be.»

«Lady's word is the law.» - the girl bowed her head slightly to the side: - «But bringing here a slave who doesn't know his place is at least tactless on your part.»

«Yeah, yeah.» - Flitz nodded and pulled the boy by his shoulder into the yard.

The girl was disappointed. He really was just a slave, a perfect nonent.i.ty on his position, the futility on his education. Here is not the place for such suckers. From now on, she would not stand on ceremony with him, let him know his position. In fact, she wanted to humiliate this sw.a.n.k so strongly that her fingers involuntarily clenched into a fist, and her eyes started glittering dangerously.

Kyon finally caught the sight of the maid a beautiful, icy as the mountain wind, penetrated to the bones. . It became uncomfortable. He seemed to have missed something important.

Flitz and Kyon went out into the courtyard, into the park which size was equal the size of two football fields. Huge, impressive, fascinating.

The old man pushed the guy with his elbow in the side:

«Be careful with these girls. They are not only the most important persons besides Juno, but the are also professional killers. If you behave in any way wrong with their mistress, you have every chance to die a terrible awful death. I especially recommend you to fear the dark-haired one.»

The guy gave himself a mental slap – a truly great start of the new life in the estate, just perfect. It's time to consider "greediness for beauties" as a weakness and get rid of the disease as soon as possible. However, from the indigenous foolishness of his, the G.o.d himself will not save.

«Well, what's her name?» - all the same dared to ask, eventually, what had been done couldn't be undone, so, at least, he would get to know the name of his potential killer.

«Dinah. She is cold as ice to everyone. The second one, the blonde, is Anna, her sister. Their rank is comparable to mine. Very high. Everyone on the estate who are below rank 2 are obliged to be courteous to them... And despite all of this, they have been subject to a subordinate formation since childhood. Just imagine…»

Kyon nodded. {The family members of the 2nd rank also have subordinating formation? Hmm. It turns out to be a strange thing.. Who imposed it? Anyway, the girls are in charge here. It seems, that what concerns Dinah I have already done something wrong, but Anna seemed to me the other, I ought to try to make friends with her.}

They walked through the park along a path paved with special marble stones to the training area, surrounded by a four-meter wall with a gate at the entrance.

The path through the large park took a lot of time, but it was accompanied by perfectly mowed lawn, beautiful flowers of different colors, hedges in the form of smoothly trimmed bushes, wicker benches, elegant statues with fountains – just the same Eden on Earth. There was a pond In the center where fish splashed and white swans swam. Judging upon the steam rising into the air, a two-meter fence with a door in the far corner of the garden hided a hot spring. Servants scurried about their business here and there - everyone was doing something, taking care of the Park.

{It is sure to be cool in this estate! No matter where I would be given a bed to sleep, no matter what I would be fed, there is no doubt that life here would be many times better than in the same mine.} A dreamy smile blossomed on Kyon's lips.

Flitz, noticing the boy's amused face expression, hastily looked away. Even his old wrinkled heart was not alien to the feeling of pity. He was distracted from his bleak thoughts by a somehow concerned guy's voice:

«Mr. Flitz, what stage is miss Juno on?»

«The fifth area of bases.» - the old man grunted emotionlessly.

«It doesn't sound very impressive, I thought she would be stronger.»

Flitz grunted without turning his head:

«Boy, don't be a fool. The difference of just one stage can completely change the outcome of a battle! Still, the advantage in energy is significant, and with each subsequent stage it increases even more! But why do you care? If you do not know how to use the elements, then, whether you are at least a dozen steps higher, you will be defeated.»

Kyon thought hard. He urgently needs to get somewhere the information about use of the elements, otherwise the sense of his rapid rise to the stage is almost nothing, except that the body will become stronger.

The two approached the training ground, almost identical to the one on which Flitz had been testing the boy's skills – an area inside the park was equal to the size of a basketball field, fenced with a high wall and a gate.

The old man, by gesture told Kyon not to make a sound and carefully opened the gate. He looked like he was invented something. Prankster in the form of a half-skeleton, it was something great!

The ground inside was paved with solid masonry, at the edges were installed chin-up bar and mannequins of varying degrees and different stages of shabbiness. In the center of the zone there was a circle carved into the ground which outlined the combat zone for the battle – in fact, the arena itself. And only one bench lonely standing nearby on which slept, letting the drool, the young talent.

Kyon's heart was racing.: here she was, his future mistress... Miss Juno, who would be his ladder to the top of the hierarchy. Would he like her? Would he be able to seduce her, as he planned in the mine? He couldn't wait to get to know.