New World with Four Husbands

The house, once silent, began to buzz with activity as maids and butlers scurried about, busy with their tasks.

The sound of footsteps echoed off the walls, the maids' soft black shoes pattering across the marble floors as they dusted and cleaned every dust-filled surface diligently.

The butlers were equally busy, their footsteps heavier, but equally efficient as they cleaned and prepared the rooms on both the first and second floors, carrying furniture so the maids could clean where they were previously placed.

Coco stood by the front door, her hair still a little damp from the shower, but her appearance fresh and clean.

She was dressed in a simple cream-colored loose linen shirt and fitted black trousers, from the disheveled appearance she had earlier to a clean one.

The change was huge, her face clean and refreshed, her expression bright and cheery, her eyes roaming the space and observing every individual that would walk past her, and this time, it was apparent that she had taken the time to tidy herself up, her earlier fatigue replaced by an infectious cheeriness.

From where she was standing, everyone could see that she was being attentive.

Sinclair approached Coco, his strides even and confident, his expression composed, but there was a soft look on his red eyes as he looked at his master.

Zaque and the other three husbands followed closely behind him, their footfalls in sync with his.

There was an air of tension around them, each of them housing either a frown or a neutral expression on their beautiful faces, though there was a hint of curiosity as they looked around the state of their temporary home.

"Coco." Sinclair called out to the black haired woman, his usual respectful and pleased smile plastered on his face.

His gaze was kind as he regarded her and his eyes lit up slightly as he took in her freshly-tidied appearance, the sight of her clearly taking care of herself and observing house cleaners pleased him, and he couldn't help but voice his approval.

"You look good." Sinclair hummed out, "Just like how a master of a household would look like."

Coco perked up at the sound of her name, her attention swiftly shifting to where Sinclair was and upon seeing his smile, she smiled back happily, her expression bright and cheerful.

"Sin." She greeted back with a laugh, "You shouldn't say that. I'm not the master of this house, you know? The real master is walking behind you."

Zaque's face contorted into a confused one, not fully understanding what Coco meant.

"I believe that what you said just now is not something you should say out loud so easily, I can feel your husband's puzzlement from the back." Sinclair raised an eyebrow, the corner of his lips twitching.

She grew quiet at that, taking in his presence and the sight of the other mediators as they stood behind him, her gaze shifting to each of them briefly before settling back on Sinclair.

"I mean what I said." Coco stated, her tone firm and final, "Just because I'm the wife doesn't mean I should be the master of the house."

The maids and butlers that were working around them closely to their spot had their attention snapped towards Coco, their faces a mixture of flabbergasts and confusion at what they heard.

"Coco." Zaque called, his voice dripping with exasperation, and stepped forward, "You are the master of the house."

"But it's not my house." Coco quickly retorted, "It's not under my name, right..? I don't want to do whatever I want just because I'm your wife."

"Yes, but—"

"Alright, that's enough for now." Sinclair clapped his hands, successfully cutting through the conversation, and flashed a smile towards the red haired mediator, "I have to borrow your wife for the whole day. Do you mind?"

Zaque's eyebrows furrowed, his eyes squinting. "Not until you tell me where you're going to take her."

"Yeah!" Coco chimed in, "Where are you taking me?"

"To the Hunter Guild." Sinclair answered, darting his attention to his master for a brief moment, then went back to Zaque, "Ali is probably speaking with the guild master as we speak."

Coco gasped audibly upon hearing Sinclair's words, her eyes widening in surprise as the news sank in.

A thousand thoughts raced through her mind as her heart rate quickened, the thrill of the unexpected news triggered a burst of excitement within her, her heart pounding in her ears with anticipation.

"Really? You're not joking?" She asked and stood there, her gaze fixed on Sinclair, a mixture of eagerness and disbelief written on her face.

Zaque and the other mediators appeared equally surprised, their expressions betraying a mix of shock and doubt.

Sinclair? And his husband? Talking to the famous guild master of the hunter guild? Sure, they know that Alithe is the guild master of the mercenary guild, but the guild master of the hunter guild is known for his dislikes of mercenaries.

So how would Sinclair and Alithe offer assistance towards their wife if that person dislikes Alithe?

Unfortunately, Coco doesn't have any idea about the bad blood between the guild masters and somehow, that made the situation even worse.

Their gazes darted between Coco and Sinclair, their eyes narrowed and their jaws slightly tense.

The tension in their body was noticeable as they exchanged glances, silently telling the others that they found Sinclair's statement doubtful.

"Alithe is doing everything he can to help you." Sinclair said, reaching out to touch Coco's shoulder, "You could say that it was one of his ways to show you how grateful he was for meeting you."

".. That's sweet." Coco blinked, "Last time I remembered, he was glaring at me because you wouldn't tell him where I came from."

"Yes, but the past is the past." Sinclair hums, chuckling.

Coco opened her mouth to respond, but Zaque let out a loud sigh, making everyone look at him with questioning gazes.

"As long as Coco wouldn't get hurt." He grumbled, voice sounding defeated.