The Good-for-nothing Bastard who could gain Skills by Kissing-Chapter 5 - 0 I am the Lips gourmet, Mister Lippolas!

Marble Rose House.

This place was a little, not-so-famous brothel here in the Capital, if compared to the bigger and more famed brothels.

Marble Rose House Building was a three-story building with an Eastern style.

The Brothel keeper of Marble Rose House is said to be coming to this country from the east. That's why the architecture of the building was different from the others.

Albeit not often, there are even some nobles that had free time who hire some of their women from time to time to enjoy the unique differences of the architecture of the Marble Rose House and the eastern-like clothes-wearing ladies there.

But... Maybe it was the first time for Fylio, the trainee, and the other women of Marble Rose House to welcome a very unusual guest like this pair of man and woman.

"Good Morning, everyone! I am the Lips gourmet, Mister Lippolas! I was the one who ventured to the different places in the world to enjoy the lips of ladies in the world!"

High black hat, black tailed coat, and black pants. Looking formal, but felt cheap since their attire looked like someone's used clothes.

The two blue-haired men and women were standing at the front of the Marble Rose House door, in front of Fylio, who was sweeping the yard.

That is the beginning of the bizarre situation they experienced that day.

Afraid of them, Fylio immediately threw the broom she held in her hands and ran away to the inside to call the others.

After some time, Fylio came back with a middle-aged woman who looked aged but still quite beautiful in her forties.

"Are you the Brothel keeper of this brothel?"

The man immediately asked her after seeing that she had shown up.

"Yes—"

"OH, THANK YOU, LADY! Without further ado, why don't you show me the ladies already?"

The middle-aged woman couldn't even say her confirmation because the man quickly cut her words with his shout, startling them... Even his partner as well.

What kind of people are these two!?

Fylio didn't even ever dream of encountering such a bizarre pair in her nightmare.

***

—An hour before the Marble Rose House.

"If Glamoria finds out that I kissed some ladies in the Brothel, what do you think she would do, Marie?"

Fearing the worst case, Loryarc asked Marie after they had taken some distance from the palace and stood at the center of the Capital.

They finally exited the cage called Scarlet Palace, Glamoria's absolute territory, and stepped into a whole new world of townscape and townpeople.

From what Loryarc could see, the architecture level of this world—or rather, this town—was at the medieval level.

There were strange and wondrous ornaments adorning the buildings and things here and there, but overall, it was medieval.

Marie answered after forming a stiff smile on her face.

"Um... I'm not really sure. It would be bad, I'm certain."

The existence called Glamoria Hallmeavan was someone beyond Marie's comprehension. Her actions seemed so strange and unreasonable that it was scary to even imagine why she did what she did.

"As expected..."

Loryarc already expected that much.

Women like her, strangely enough, don't want to be betrayed in any form in their relationship, while they have betrayed or hurt their partners.

Loryarc didn't think he was so smart or anything.

But he had the common knowledge that if you don't want to get caught, disguise yourself.

"Let's go, Marie."

"Go to the brothel?"

"No. To the market."

"O-okay..."

Albeit questioning as to why her Master suddenly decided to go to the market, Marie kept following her Master, holding her gloved hands to warm herself from the winter cold wind.

But her Master suddenly halted his steps.

He turned around to her.

"Ah... Please show the way, Marie."

He had lost his memories, yes. How can you forget you lost your memories, Master? Well, maybe because you lose the memories themselves, you are forgetting it quickly, I suppose.

Monologing to herself, Marie took the lead from Loryarc.

"Yes, as your wish, Master."

The market Loryarc aimed at was far from nobles' reach to avoid the possibility of getting caught up.

So Marie brought him to the commoners' general market.

Since Loryarc was often going to that place back then, when he had not yet become Glamoria's fiancée, Marie knew the place as well as the back of her hand.

"Hm... I think we at least needed wigs and clothes."

"Wig as well, Master?"

Marie didn't think they would need to disguise themselves to that extent.

But Loryarc immediately dejected her naivete.

"Ck, ck, ck... You don't understand it, don't you, Marie?"

"Eh?"

"A woman like Glamoria is akin to a dog, you know? Understood?"

"..."

Lady Glamoria was a dog?

Cold sweats formed at her forehead as she looked at her surroundings, making sure that no one heard his words.

Maybe her Master was saying something like that after his frustration mounted up inside him, but that was dangerous!

"D-Don't say something like that, Master!"

Marie was only relieved after confirming that no one seemed to be paying much attention to them.

"Why can't I?" Loryarc asked her as if she were asking something so absurd.

"A woman like her deserved some punches, you know? They didn't want you to do something they hate, but they wouldn't listen to you when you told them to stop. They would shout at you if you were too close to a woman, while they stored handsome guys' numbers on their phone! The bitches like them needed some fucking shit to pushed onto their piss hole!"

"H-huh? Number? Phone?"

Question marks popped up from Marie's head.

She doesn't understand what her Master is saying.

She just tilted and tilted her head while her Master continued his complaint.

They walked side by side with every type of stand open on the right and left sides of the road.

Her Master only stopped complaining after he spotted two pairs of used black clothes on the second clothes stand. There are even some colorful wigs at the stand.