The bastard child becomes the empires royal consort-Chapter 70: Are you assuming my gender?

"Is he even coming?" Morgan muttered to himself, impatiently tapping his foot.

As of right now, Morgan is currently waiting for one singular customer to arrive, someone who should be accompanying the crew on their voyage.

The Kestrel pirates were one of the crews that provided transportation across other continents, which was somewhat rare to come by on pirate ships.

Still, they did so, as any extra income wasn’t an issue, especially if the customers were merchants, then the crew would sometimes get lucky and indulge in small parties.

Their upcoming voyage to the Eastern continent was another such plan, as they had scheduled a route to the Eastern continent about four months ago and were set to leave today.

The odd thing was, they scheduled the journey about a month before the suspension hit the docks, therefore the docks weren’t able to cancel their trip to the Eastern continent.

The even weirder thing was, close to a month ago, a strange man, a merchant, arrived at the seaport city, and the first thing he did was purchase every ticket there was available for boarding the ship without providing any reasons behind his actions.

Meaning, that man, and he alone, was the only extra passenger scheduled to come along with the crew.

Although they provided some extra tickets, mainly a pass for servants, the crew doubted the man would bring anyone along.

Why would he? The same man who bought every sale on the market for no particular reason would be bringing someone?

"Are we all ready?" Bored, Morgan turned around and started conversing with other crew members.

"All set!" Someone shouted over.

"That’s good, I guess." Morgan sighed, leaning against the railing behind him.

He was most definitely bored, he was the only one standing at the gangplank, waiting for the customer to arrive, with no other company with him, it was naturally bound to become a dull experience.

Which made him retract to his usual complaints about Morgon, the right-hand man of the captain, how did that idiot even manage to become the second in command? He had no idea.

Morgan’s only impression of Morgon was the fact that he was a lazy knobhead, empty-headed most of the time and quite possibly high twenty-four seven.

All he’d seen the man do was just sleep everywhere and respond like he didn’t have ears, hell, during sailing periods, the man would take naps on the floor if he had to.

Still, the captain did nothing to stop him, or even reprimand him.

Which annoyed Morgan to no ends, well the main source of all this prejudice was simply from the fact they shared a very similar name, but whatever, he still had to hate the man.

Tap Tap

The repeating taps of his feet striking the floor sped up, then slowly shifted into something resembling a melody, anything to distract him from the boredom, I suppose.

After a while, he abruptly stopped and turned his head to the side with narrowed eyes.

There, walking along the completely barren piers of the docks, was a man with a sleek fedora on his head and a pair of glasses.

Behind him were four figures, the two walking on either side of the merchant were taller than the other two following behind.

"He actually has servants..." Morgan cleared his throat and stood up straight.

It didn’t take long for Felix to reach Morgan, he stood at the front of the gangplank, staring ahead with a calm look in his eyes.

"You must be Felix." Morgan asked without any honorific, it was to be expected, he was a pirate after all, and pirates weren’t exactly known for their good behaviours.

"Correct." Felix nodded, without caring much.

"Alright, please provide some identification." There wasn’t any real reason to do so, as the man before him was quite literally the only passenger, but according to procedures, he had to.

"Alright." Felix reached into his coat and brought out five ribbons, one gold one for himself and four bronze ones for the group behind him.

"Hmm." Morgan took the tickets without much of a thought until his eyes caught the end of the bronze ribbon.

[Female servants]

"Huh?" Morgan mumbled, female servants? What about the two tall guys he caught a glimpse of?

Instantly Morgan raised his head, his eyes locking onto the features of the two he assumed were men.

"Uh..." Only letting out a baffled sound.

Standing there, dressed in a beautiful black and purple outdoor gown, was a young man with a long wig on his head that fell down to his waist.

His physical appearance was strikingly handsome, not only handsome, but also quite androgynous.

Paired with the long hair and dress he wore, he could’ve easily been mistaken for a woman.

...If not for his tall stature and muscular build that his dress couldn’t hide properly, and what brought even more questions for Moragan was the stupidly placed black blindfold that was wrapped around his eyes.

On the other side was someone else.

This one was also equipped with a beautiful white and blue dress, wearing a wig that reached past his shoulders.

The thing about this one was his facial features were incredibly stiff and stuck to a blank expression, not to mention he was just plain handsome, the man didn’t look the slightest bit like a woman, unlike the first young man.

Just like the other one, his body too was packed with muscles the dress couldn’t hide, as well as a white blindfold on his eye.

Being someone who wasn’t updated with the recent news and worldly events, he had no clue what these blindfolds signified.

"What the hell?" So he just frowned, extremely confused. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

"Is there an issue?" Felix asked, tilting his head, as if nothing was wrong.

"Well..." Morgan wasn’t even sure of how to begin, so he just vaguely gestured to the two young men cross-dressing next to the merchant.

"Ah, these are my personal servants." Felix smiled. "Introduce yourselves."

"My name is Alanay." Alan stepped forward and bowed his head slightly.

"Lucy." Lucian said simply.

"Neither of you even sound anything close to a woman..."

Indeed, Alan and Lucian didn’t even bother trying to adjust their pitch, therefore sounding exactly like men.

"What are you trying to say?" Alan raised a brow.

"Are you not men... cross-dressing—"

"BLASPHEMOUS!" Alan interrupted with a loud shout.

"What the—"

"ARE YOU ASSUMING MY GENDER?!"

"Gender assumption." Lucian added.

"What are you two even talking abo—"

"In this day and age." Alan shook his head with pure disappointment. "I’m truly disgusted by you."

"What kind of fuck-ass servants are these?" Morgan mumbled.

"And to think you’d assume I’m not only a man but GAY?!" Alan clutched his chest with a pained expression, Lucian did the same, just with a very flat face.

"When the actual fuck did I say that—"

"The tragedy!" Alan started screaming. "Does your crew know about this?!"

The loud sounds obviously managed to snatch the attention of the crew standing on deck, slowly they leaned over the ship’s guardrails, watching the drama unfold, leaving Morgan at a total loss.

Without paying attention to Morgan’s dismay, Alan continued.

"Do they know that you’re RACIST and a FAGGOT?!"

"Those are quite literally not even the right words..." Morgan was horrified by all the random accusations. "And why the fuck am I a faggot?!"

"Such attitude in this day and age." Alan clutched his face and hunched over, while Julia patted him on the back as if to comfort him.

Something Alan forgot was the fact he sort of mixed up the world of Leon, in this world being homosexual was heavily looked down upon and not socially accepted.

Not to say there weren’t any homosexual individuals, just to inform you, what Alan was talking about made absolutely no sense.

This was especially true for Morgan, who suddenly became the target of Alan’s curses.

While Alan was sobbing out of nowhere, with Julia comforting him, Morgan looked over to the merchant, Felix, with a mountain of questions.

Are these really your servants? What morons did you bring along?

Though questions like those were swirling in his mind, his biggest question, was what could have possibly made Alan behave like this.

And the question got through to Felix without even needing to be voiced. "Because of the tickets."

"Tickets...?" Morgan frowned and looked down at the ribbons in his hand.

’Female’ that single word stuck out, as if coming to an understanding he didn’t want to come to, Morgan raised his head.

"You’re a male..." He started.

In response to his words, Alan started sobbing even harder.

"So you cross-dressed to use the ticket...?" Morgan asked.

Alan abruptly stopped sobbing, still in his hunched position, he peeked at Morgan through the cracks of his fingers.

"You could’ve just said so, it’s not like we have anything against male servants..." Morgan muttered, then turned to Felix with an even more perplexed look. "I’m sure you should’ve known."

"I did." Felix shrugged with a grin. "But this seemed like the better option."

"So you’re saying I don’t need to... wear this?" Alan asked, from his still crouched, play-sobbing position.

"...Exactly..."

"Oh boy, how embarrassing." Alan instantly shot up, grabbing his wig he chucked it straight into the water below.

Next he just fully tore the beautiful gown he was wearing.

Snap

And just set it on fire for no reason.

Meanwhile, Lucian did the exact same thing, tossed his white wig into the water, ripped apart the dress he had on himself and threw it away as well.

Beneath their gowns, Alan and Lucian were dressed as per usual, Alan wore a black shirt and pants, while Lucian had his white shirt and black pants.

"Let’s go!" Alan said with a grin, like he hadn’t been the issue from the start.