Chapter 788
D.E.M.O.N.S: Getting Summoned Weekly isn't so Bad
*I can see how those two are friends now. Basically the same answer to the question really. âI mean in an ideal world no. But in this world maybe?â is what they both basically said.* âIn that case, what do you WANT to have happen here with Zuhra? Your help would be nice, but frankly whatever happens after we give our report to Apep isnât really our business. Weâre happy to work with you even if you have other plans after we leave...â offered Kat.
Jara huffed, âYeah I guess I can see where youâre coming from. Itâs not even a bad deal, especially if Iâm on this side of things. As for what I want to happen... well... my parents like to threaten me with having a younger sibling if I donât marry and have kids, preferably with Apep. I keep encouraging them to go along with the damned idea.â
Jara brushed away a strange of loose hair and continued, âI donât know why exactly I donât have siblings. Maybe they only wanted one, too much effort perhaps? Maybe itâs a medical thing? Perhaps theyâre just really unlucky? Maybe they donât take me seriously when I say âGo ahead, if you fuck enough that I donât need my own sex life Iâll be beyond gratefulâ which perhaps isnât the most tactful phrasing but I feel like it gets the point across,â
Kat narrowed her eyes, âIs... is that really an appropriate way to... motivate? I suppose? A child?â
Jara shrugged, âI donât know about appropriate but it is not necessarily uncommon. âIf you wonât be a proper heir we can make anotherâ isnât all that different from saying âI can fire you and hire someone betterâ of course the issue I think my parents might have is that Iâm quite a good candidate if it wasnât for my asexuality and unwillingness to do the job. My educational scores are beyond reproach and by far the top of my generation.
âI wish I was able to compare myself against other great minds from the past, but education changes somewhat rapidly as new things are discovered. Certainly at least once a generation. So it isnât truly comparable after a certain point. I also apparently have a head for business. Did you know the smaller crop sections were my idea? Focus on small lots of consistently grown crops specifically to sell to high end merchants and other numbers of the Ten. It makes us so much money and that was all me.
âI think my parents are scared that I got all the intelligence and any future children wouldnât be quite as bright. Which is nonsense. If anything the other children they have should be at least close to my level... then again itâs not like my father is a genius really. Good head for business, and my mother loves him, but no genius. My mother... well sheâs just lazy really. If she had half my work ethic weâd be by far the richest of the Ten!â
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âReally?â asked Kat.
Jara waved the point away, âSort of? I mean we would be... but itâs easy to make money when you already have money. My family has suffered no major tragedies since its founding and we never had too many children in each generation. Itâs just sort of piled up. Even though we do try to keep much of it in the economy of the city weâve gotten quite good at things and it continues to pile up. I mean, why do you think we were able to afford the glass? Thatâs the only major expense my family has had to shell out for in a long time. Though it wasnât exactly a recent purchase...â
âWhat are the other families spending their money on?â asked âLilyâ who was unwilling to actually turn back to ask the question.
âBit of this bit of that,â said Jara, âIt really is a slow drain mixed with the occasional fool. The otherâs need to spend more money on guards, more money on food. The occasional heir that has a gambling problem. They always do recover of course. Itâs quite hard for one major incident to end things, and the portion of taxes we receive helps stop us ever becoming completely destitute. My family has just been consistent in making small bits of money... and if you keep doing it since the city was founded it adds up over the generations. Mum just happens to be exceptional. If she tried, I donât know that anyone could stop her. Instead... sheâs content to laze about and occasionally paint. But Fountain forbid she actually SELL any of her work,â
Jara was breathing slightly heavily through her nose. She was clearly trying to retain her composure and failing slightly. Kat did want to ask about Zuhra... but it felt better to keep Jara on her own problems for the moment. Apparently, the botanist needed this. âIs there anything else youâd like to bring up?â
Jaraâs eyes narrowed, quickly catching on to what Kat was offering... but she couldnât really think of a reason to refuse. âThe gardeners probably. They piss me off sometimes. They treat me like Iâm still five and donât know how to mix fertiliser properly. Just a week ago I was telling one of the junior gardeners off for skipping out on the compost in his mix but I was told âLook, I trained for this job, I know what Iâm doing young miss,â which. NO clearly you donât because you canât even follow simple instructions.
âFool didnât even HAVE compost anywhere nearby. No wonder he forgot it. Also, just because you trained a bit after you finished schooling doesnât mean you can tell the heiress who has LIVED BREATHED AND CRIED SAP FOR NEARLY TWO DECADES SHE DOESNâT KNOW WHAT SHEâS DOING!â Kat flinched back when Jara screamed out the last part of her sentence.
âI mean really!â Jaraâs voice dropped back down but continued to climb, âWhy do people assume I know nothing at all of the family business? Let alone the ones that WORK HERE and SEE ME participating FREQUENTLY in the maintenance of the gardens. Iâm not standing on the balcony in fine silks shouting âwhy donât you understand peasants?â NO! I have the worst looking nails in the nobility because I cut them down. I have more stained shirts than I have nice ball gowns. I have enough overalls to dress the ENTIRE WORKFORCE TWICE if theyâd fit anyone above fifteen!
âI get it. Some of the Ten have a bit of a reputation. Not all of them take part in the main business. They just know how to manage. My own mother has probably never chipped a nail or had to desperately scrub dirt from under her fingers hours before an important party. I get that. BUT if I walk up to you. Sweaty, covered in dirt, and basically in gardener uniform telling you YOUâRE WRONG. FUCKING LISTEN!â
âIs it really so beyond their comprehension that I might, if not be correct, at least worth listening to? Itâs not even that uncommon. Granted, those are the gardeners that donât generally stay employed and get kicked out with a half hearted reference but we employee a hundred gardeners at least. We still go through them quite regularly! I can scarcely go a month without someone ignoring my advice for no good reason. It wasnât even that much worse when I was a child.
âIt was a bit sure, but it was much kinder on me because I understood. I was a child back then. I might have been a smart child, but Iâll never forget what olâ Mister Philipâs said to me when I tried correcting him. I was only four at the time and it stuck with me. âGirl. I know you mean well, and you have a buncha fancy ideas. It donât matter. It ainât my place to come up with ideas. I just keep the garden from falling apart as per ya parents instructions with my own little tricks. If ya can find something practical, let them know first and then tell me. Cause if they told me to dig a 3 foot deep hole when it really needs to by five? I might tell âem, but if they insist it needs to be 3 feet deep. Then it needs to be 3 feet deep.
âGranted it still took me a while to understand what he meant but now I only correct people on things I know are wrong. Things I know they should have be told about or just little mistakes. Like another time, about two months back. One of the female gardeners was trying to plant cabbages in the eggplant patch. They donât have the same fertiliser mix or take in the same amount of water. I warned her, and she didnât listen to me. I almost wish the cost of the seeds came out of her pay cheque when her boss found out. Almost wish Iâd told him the day it happened, but while I do like correcting people. I do not want a reputation as a snitch. Much harder to deal with and remove,â