The Absolute: Humanity's Second Chance

As for how he felt about slaves in general? Having being one in the past for powerful beings, he sympathized with them. And he will try his best to help if he could.

'Slaving away is not nice, even with a good master who thinks for you. After all, at the end of the day... you are still nothing more than an object to most of them.' He thought.

And speaking of slaves, they wore dirty linen clothes, and in some cases, sack bags tied with ropes to fit their figures. And their clothes had a design of the chest being bare.

And the brand was placed onto their chest, which was open for all to see. In fact, it was still open that, even when one didn't really mean to, they could still slightly see the women's exposed breasts.

"If you've heard me, and desire no further instructions, you can take a rest, I'll call in a healer in a moment. If not, raise your hand and I'll repeat myself again." He said as a conclusion, and no hand was raised.

It could be out of fear of him, or that they really understood him, but he didn't mind either way. He was patient enough to guide them if need be. "If you all sorted, I'll be on my way."

He left, entering the manor and heading straight to the second floor, and onto his now personal study. "I was thinking you wouldn't be coming back today." Said Juliette, going through the books in the study.

"I had to see the interior structure of my new home." He replied, and sat down behind the only desk in the room. "Either way, how would you feel about teaching them how to read and write? And healing them while you're at it."

He added, Juliette knowing who in particular he was talking about. "I don't mind, actually. But, why? Are they promising candidates or people you might potentially know?"

She sat down before him on the desk and asked. Knowing that he was from the future, meant that he would know most of everyone's future attainments.

"No. They are just fortunate people to obtain "scholar", "teacher", "lecturer" and the likes, as their classes. It would be easy for you to teach your knowledge to them, and help them teach it onto others."

"Of course, knowledge mostly, and at rare cases, you can show them the real thing. But anyway, I want to use them to be the high authority amongst all future teachers to come. I'll also help you teach them." He said, and she nodded. 'Not much of a problem for me.' She thought.

"That explains it. But why so many of them? Are you planning on creating an institution on every city of every Stronghold? Isn't that many institutions in total..?"

"It is. In fact, for all twelve Strongholds and the Central Sphere, there are almost a hundred cities in total. This number would be enough for that job." He said, then added, "After all, their main focus is to be the supervisors of each institution, and not mainly the teachers. Understand?"

"I see. So they will be the ones that manage every branch, and govern over those that would be teaching others? A legit form of managing multiple institutions." Juliette nodded, feeling like she was being too clueless.

"Dont stress the matter, you'll gain control over the situation soon enough." Damien comforted her, and she smiled. "Mhm. I hope that times comes really soon though."

"It will."

The couple ended their day as such, and on to the next day. There, they began classes on teaching the slaves their knowledge, one on magic, and the other on the world's philosophy.

And those that caught on fast, or passed their short quizzes, were rewarded greatly. Of course, the rewards were mostly cleaner clothes, and sometimes, a few minutes of private time at one of the many pools or the garden.

And many other miscellaneous things that they were usually stripped off, like luxurious food too. And the servants just watched in stupor, as they still didn't begin their official work as of yet.

Yet some were already getting accustomed to cleaning the houses, and keeping it clean. Meanwhile, the days continued as such.

Usually, Juliette would teach half the group of slaves on magic everyday. But as the topic itself was too deep and intricate, each day was the basics of a different topic.

And Damien, also taught the other half different topics. This included the world's philosophy, it's unique natural features, topics about Mana, topics about realms etc.

Thus, the week went well as such, and all slaves wore neat clothes, and were slightly more healthier than before. They also looked more happier than before, and this shocked the servants.

'What... whatbthe hell is going here?'

'Are these people... the low lives I saw not just a week ago? Seriously?'

'...Such a large transformation.'

They thought to themselves in groups. Today was also the day they officially began on their work as servants of the Silver household. And also the deadline time of Damien's request offer.

"I'll be back." He said to Juliette, who waved him off as he flew out of their home's influence. "Bye, and take care of yourself." She added.

Meanwhile, at the worker's guild, Emily stood before a group of seven thousand workers. Their numbers crowded the streets, and brought caution and curiosity from the bystanders.

"Hey, what do you think we are being called for?" A man amongst the group asked, and another casually responded, "What else? It's probably to build something large."

"You think..?" Another scoffed at the obvious reply, and more people joined in on the conversation.

"I don't care what we are doing here, I just want to know how our boss looks likes." A young girl said, and most of the guys stopped talking to look at her.

"Little miss, are you new to the industry of working as a blue collar?" A man kindly asked, and the young lady nodded her head. "Yes, this is my first time here. Please treat me well."

"Yeah yeah, whatever. You said you are curious about our boss, didn't ya?" Another man intervened, and she nodded once more. "Tough luck for ya missy, he's most definitely a noble." He added.

"Noble? Isn't that a great thing?" The young lady though, and everyone exchanged glances before breaking out into a fit of laughter. The young lady was embarrassed, yet she wasn't aware what was wrong with her words.

Weren't nobles and princes supposed to be quite handsome and rich? Wasn't that how it usually was? She thought to herself.

"Missy, missy, missy, you must probable be into men with higher positions that can dominate you, right?" A man said after wiping off his tears born out of laughter, and the young lady blushed at his words, mostly at embarrassment and a hint of humiliation.

The man also realized that, and toned down his laughter, "Okay okay, maybe I went a bit too far. But listen up missy, being a noble isn't nice. Those guys got a lot of money."

"So?" She scoffed at him, but the man took her words lightly and patted her back playfully. "Having money means they got it good in life. Meaning that most nobles... are fat pigs." He added with a whisper only she could hear.

And those words led to her face losing all of its color. She became pale, and full of fear, as those words were a nightmare to any young lady whose come of age.

"Bwahahaha...!!"

And seeing her facial expression, everyone broke out into a fit of laughter once more, embarrassing her again. But this time, she knew why they were laughing.

"Cheer up, we've all had dreams like that when starting, only to be disappointed." Another lady said to her, gently rubbing her head. "Our boss is probably an old man, if not a fat pig." And added more salt to the wound.

And those words brought out yet another bountiful laughter from the group. Unfortunately, one person was unable to laugh at their jokes, as she... knew how wrong they were. Very much so.

'You all... are not ready, I tell you. You are not ready to see what I saw.' She thought, laughing bitterly at their antics. 'Fat pig? If that's your concept of an ugly man, then this young master, is purely the opposite of that!!'

"Hm?" She paused and looked up, spotting a familiar figure descending. "Alright, you mutts!! Quiet it down now!! Your employer is here." She said, her words quietting down the whole area.

And that being the case, they all looked up, following her gaze as well, and just so happened to see Damien descending with a poker expression. 'They are lot, as expected.' He briefly thought.

But just as he had his own thoughts, everyone below also had their own in regards to him. 'Is this... a noble? You serious?'