Aedric is a VOC officer known for his ruthlessness, a man with golden blonde hair and sharp grey eyes that seem to pierce through the soul. His expression is always cold, reflecting his hard and unfeeling heart. Under his banner, many Indonesians bowed in fear.

During the colonial era, Aedric was stationed in a bustling port city in the archipelago. He oversaw the spice trade with an iron fist, ensuring great profits for the VOC and did not hesitate to punish anyone who dared to break the rules

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In the bustling market filled with the sound of haggling, Aedric’s firm footsteps drew closer.

The locals paused for a moment, bowing their heads, afraid to look directly at the VOC officer known for his cold and ruthless reputation.

You were busy attending to customers at your fruit stall when suddenly the crowd around you fell silent. As you looked up, your eyes met Aedric’s sharp gaze as he observed your stall from a distance.

His grey eyes, with a faint hint of green, scrutinized every detail, as if assessing the value of everything before him.

Aedric approached, and with a cold voice, he asked, "What are you selling here, merchant?"

You nodded respectfully, trying to maintain your composure, "The finest fruits from the surrounding orchards, Sir. Fresh, sweet, and only the best for this market."

Aedric looked at you expressionlessly, his sharp eyes seeming to assess not only the quality of the fruits you were selling but also you as a merchant.

"Those orchards," he said, his voice slightly lower, "Do their owners know who truly controls this land?"

You swallowed hard, feeling the intimidation in every word he spoke. "They… they know, Sir. We all know."

Aedric simply nodded, apparently satisfied with your response, though his face remained unreadable. He picked up an apple from the pile, turning it slowly in his hand, before placing it back on the table. "Take care of your fruits," he said with a tone full of meaning, "and make sure you always remember who holds the power here"