Remilia was now in Pakistan, a troublesome place but there she was not a politician, she was just a merchant with a nice home in the outskirts of Islamabad, maybe being a catholic-ish would affect but she made sure to give a hefty amount of money to the local mosque every year. The moment they threaten her the moment she would simply pack up her bags and move somewhere else. She bought opium directly to the farmers, since she was the main provider to Sicilia, she had been for about a 100 years now, and thus she paid the best prices for opium in the entire area.
No other merchant gave money to the mosques like Remilia did, which also added the sympathy of the farmers not only their favor for money. They sold their crops to Remilia to be able to see their temples grow and thrive. Remilia knew that if she left someone would come and take her place, though she had been there for years, it was ingrained within the people that Remilia VI Scarlet was not a catholic, she was no Muslim either but she gave good money to the mosques.
It was around that time where the Portuguese tried to buy the opium off from Remilia in Italy. She had known that they wanted to sell it to the Chinese though she would not let that happen, she held the monopoly and if someone would trade with China she would be the first. So the Portuguese knew, and they knew that Remilia VI was in fact the same Remilia the Sicilians dealt with more than a hundred years ago.
They managed to get the Vatican into it the pope was aware of Remilia’s nature too, but her business provided them with good assets, now the Portuguese were willing to put their necks in line for a better profit for themselves than what Remilia amassed, she had no use on high profits, she could amass a great fortune with small profits over her very long life.
Remilia though paid no attention to this, anyway she shouldn’t worry, her fate was sealed to survive, she didn’t need to manipulate it, she just knew it did. Even when the assassin was at her room, preparing her silver knife Remilia was calm.
She stared at the nun who was sent to kill her, an odd resolve on her eyes now broken when seeing that the big smugger is nothing more than a little girl. Remilia yawned and smiled at her potential killer.
“Did you become a person of god to kill children?” Remilia said “I may smuggle substances, but I don’t send people to kill children because they are in my way”
It was then when Remilia changed the fate of said nun to instead of running away and live a life of hiding to join her and be her friend.
The maid, Skye, was born and raised in Scotland, she joined the catholic church at a young age due to her natural talent, odd magic that allowed her to control how she perceived time. She was trained by the Catholics to be an assassin, she did not say anything else, no family, no connections to her former country. All she had was the church and now Remilia.
Skye though was not a maid like the others, she did not die from Flandre’s games, quite the opposite she considered the games quite fun. Her ability allowed her to dodge Flandre when she would use something stronger on her. This allowed Remilia to seek for a new state in China, she already had the farmers on her side, she had to make new connections there.
They arrived in Hong Kong in the year 1670, Remilia still kept her state in Pakistan though now she only kept it for storage, she begun with her usual imports of 2.6tonnes per month having most of the trade of Opium in the Chinese market.
She expended her time as usual in the tea houses and begun donating to the local temples, though it did not take even a month for an assassin to go for her. She was wide awake reading in her study when a shadow crept up to her. She turned around as fast as she could, the figure was not Skye nor Flandre, this was a local man, he was wearing a uniform meaning that he was an employee, though the knife on his hand was not something she expected.
Remilia grabbed the knife while the man was still in the air, his blade slowly reaching to her, though she didn’t expect the man’s fist to suddenly accelerate the moment she touched him. She received the hit on the stomach, even her vampiric strength did not help her resist the blow, it was like his hands were made out of stone.
Remilia coughed and tried to flee, she wasn’t fated to die there but she didn’t feel like pushing her luck. The man suddenly fell to the ground, though he didn’t scream, he just lost control of his legs, Skye came up to Remilia and helped her up rushing out of the room, while Flandre began to laugh and approached the man, that is when he actually screamed, his pain muffled by the bubbling of blood into his throat, then nothing.
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