FVN Chapter 52: | 051 | Unemployed Dragoness
Chapter 52: | 051 | Unemployed Dragoness
In the Fleet Admiral's office residing inside the branch office building of the Port of Dawn, Abraham sat on his comfy chair while rubbing his forehead with an indescribable expression.
Before him was none other than the dragoness who was still looking at him with twinkling eyes brimming with hopes and dreams.
Obviously, he was confused as to why Laplace acted in such a way and wanted to know why she even wanted to be employed by him.
It was a confusing situation, to say the least. Especially when she was emanating expectations that he didn't want to accidentally disappoint.
After a short while of thinking and Laplace staring at him with the same twinkling eyes, Abraham finally spoke with utter calm and questioned the dragoness.
"Why do you want to be employed, Laplace?" It hasn't been that long yet since she arrived in the Port of Dawn and she already wanted a job.
Even he wasn't this desperate when he was job-hunting in his twenties.
Laplace smiled after hearing his words and stepped closer to the Fleet Admiral's desk. Her golden eyes blinked for a moment before she responded with a long and unexpected story arc.
"You see... When I left the port to explore your place. I was quite appalled and somewhat amazed by the architecture and the cleanliness of your tiny city."
"The streets are very clean and don't even stink which is practically the first for me. I don't even dare to go near cities because of their stench."
"At any rate, as I was exploring through your streets, I noticed some shops beside it. I was quite surprised to see what they were selling."
"I didn't know you were selling some useful products, Abraham."
Laplace gave a thumbs up to the Fleet Admiral with a bright smile that revealed her fangs. She then continued her long story arc.
"She sold something similar to our soaps but better and easier to use. There was also something called a shampoo and a conditioner. She said that it could make my hair better and silkier."
"Wait, how did you even understand what the shopkeeper was saying?" Abraham brought up a vital question as Laplace seemed to easily understand what others were trying to tell despite the language barrier.
"Well... It wasn't easy. She was an understanding shopkeeper and was patient with me. So, she explained everything through pure actions which I could understand."
Laplace wryly smiled but soon regained her joy as she continued her long story arc once again.
"I'm here to report about the status of war prisoners and refugees." It seems that her report was about the serious circumstances of the refugees and war prisoners.
"The refugees have been sent to a refugee camp where they'll be staying for the meantime while we stabilize our logistics and economy."
"They have very much complied with our orders and haven't brought us problems."
"We are currently in the process of teaching them how to use basic necessities for themselves and also some basic laws of the Port of Dawn."
Charlotte concluded the report of the refugees and it was now time for the war prisoners.
"On the other hand, war prisoners have been violent since their capture. Although there were some who complied with orders, most wouldn't without the necessary force to do so."
Abraham raised an eyebrow after hearing about the situation of the prisoners of war. It was natural for them to keep war prisoners, but it seems that their mercy has been trampled upon as weakness.
He closed his eyelids and thought about the situation.
"Hmm... You know that prisoners of war don't have rights, correct?" Laplace remarked while leaning on Abraham's desk.
Abraham raised an eyebrow, wondering what the dragoness meant about the war prisoners having no rights. Charlotte tilted her head in confusion about Laplace's words.
"In this world, countries can do anything to their war prisoners. Perhaps the reason why they seem like a problem might be because they are thinking that you are afraid of the ones backing them.
Laplace's remark stuck deep inside Charlotte's mind as the Vice Admiral couldn't understand a word escaping the white-haired lady's supple lips. Meanwhile, Abraham realized something else.
"Vice Admiral Charlotte," Abraham uttered and Charlotte immediately straightened her back and raised a salute.
"Our friend here wants to get employed in the United Navy. Unfortunately, she doesn't have the knowledge or training to get into the basic curriculum of the navy."
"So, why don't you educate her on our ways and train her for the United Navy or United Army's military training course."
Like the leader that he was. He tossed the problem dragon to his subordinate with a smile on his face.
Charlotte was clearly astounded and felt that a troublesome one had been thrown into her jurisdiction. However, she could only sigh as it was the Fleet Admiral who had given her orders.