episode_0011
by fnovelpiaThe day after we managed to prevent a catastrophe.
I told Mirabelle.
“Let’s play today.”
Whether people, machines, or animals, everyone needs to get adequate rest.
It would certainly be good if Mirabelle did its job quickly, but if it was pushed too hard, it would get tired quickly. In fact, even in Taosul, each slave has a level of fatigue, and the more they work, the more their fatigue increases.
When fatigue becomes overwhelming, activities become difficult, and the probability of an accident increases exponentially.
Due to the nature of the tycoon genre, everything is interlocked like gears, so if one thing creaks, a fatal disruption occurs elsewhere.
Smooth operation is possible only when work and rest are properly distributed.
Since it seemed like it would take some time for the dungeon to appear, I decided to give Mirabell a rest today. I’m worried about what happened yesterday.
“Is there any place you want to go?”
“Where do you want to go?”
“Because I’ve been working hard lately. This is the award.”
Mirabelle tilts her head.
The look in their eyes suggested that it was natural for slaves to work hard. I thought so too, but it wasn’t necessarily true.
I realized this when I was training prisoner slaves. Some people work hard, but others become parasites on the diligence of others and get left behind.
At the point when the game became a reality, Lupine, who could be found anywhere in the world, was also among my slaves.
But who am I?
Aren’t you Korean?
No matter what the environment, if you do not pursue the highest efficiency, you will not be able to achieve your goal. Is it even a tycoon?
‘Oh my gosh. I can never bear it.’
They say that when efficiency drops, people start foaming at the mouth and having seizures.
It is absolutely unacceptable to ruin efficiency. After thinking about it, I decided to give a reward, not a punishment.
‘Punishing punishment is something only a bossy boss would do.’
So I rewarded slaves who did a good job. Like giving them special meals or pocket money. Then, I work hard because I want to receive the rest.
Likewise, it’s time to give Mirabell a reward since she worked hard.
“It doesn’t matter where. Please feel free to tell us where you want to go or what you want to buy.”
“Then new clothes… .”
“Wait a minute. Let me ask the person concerned. Miss Mirabell, you like the maid uniform, right?”
“No… .”
“I like it. I like Mirabelle so much that I want her to buy me a few more pieces.
“… … .”
Mirabelle looks at me with cold eyes.
You crossed the line first, Mirabel. I can’t give up on this much. I had nothing to bow down to, so I opened my eyes and fought back.
A snowball fight that lasts a few seconds. Mirabel was the first to declare defeat. Mirabelle here also seems to like the maid uniform.
Mirabelle is seriously thinking again.
“Then… .”
Eventually, I opened my mouth again and said the words.
***
Mirabelle takes out snacks one by one while walking.
‘Is it fried slime after all?’
After buying some fried slime at the market, I went out to explore the city.
Mirabelle, who was eating fried slime, filled her cheeks like a squirrel. When he encountered me for a moment, he fiddled with the bag and took out a fried food.
“Hehehe.”
“It is done.”
Mirabelle’s expression becomes sullen.
It’s okay to make such a pitiful face. I got over it last time, but I won’t get over it this time. I just saw the fries come to life.
While exploring the city, we stopped by a magic tool shop. Mirabelle became interested in magic tools after starting to learn magic.
I bought one or two when I was staying in Libria, and they disassembled and analyzed them all. I guess someone isn’t a witch. There is no such thing as a ball game in this world.
Mirabelle looking at magic tools. Like a baby that has just opened its eyes, it runs around the store with an expression full of curiosity.
I was waiting quietly, holding a cane, like a man waiting for his girlfriend to go shopping.
“Little girl, I guess you’re interested in magic tools?”
“Yes, yes?”
“Oops, I guess I surprised you. I’m sorry.”
Mirabelle is startled and shakes her head at the words of the store owner’s grandmother. Mirabelle is okay in front of me, but she has not yet been able to shake off her timid appearance in front of other people.
Even that is cute, and the grandmother smiles as if she is looking at her granddaughter.
“Is that guy your brother?”
“No. He is my master.”
“Owner?”
“Because I am a slave.”
When the word slave came out of Mirabelle’s mouth, the grandmother glared at me as if she were going to kill me. The look in his eyes asked how such a human bastard could make a child like this his slave.
What? Do you want to fight? Even if I can’t beat Mirabell, I think I can beat Grandma.
The grandmother must have sensed her own defeat and soon turned her gaze to Mirabelle. With this, we have 2 wins and 0 losses today.
The eyes that looked at the cute girl changed to the eyes that looked at the pitiful slave. The grandmother clicked her tongue at Mirabelle.
Mirabell stopped at that. Soon he turns his back on his grandmother. I could only see her expression from my angle.
‘Oh… ?’
I think my eyes were just distorted. The moment his eyes met mine, he smiled brightly and disappeared everywhere. Is it because of my mood?
“Let’s go, master.”
“Can I not buy it?”
“There is nothing to buy in a place like this.”
“Ah, yes… .”
In the end, I left without buying anything this time.
“Is there somewhere else you want to go? If not─”
“No, I have somewhere to go.”
Mirabelle expresses her opinion in a clear voice. The place I went to with a bold yet angry pace was a jewelry store.
‘Are you interested in decorating?’
As far as I know, Mirabell was far from pretentious. Because she was a witch, she only showed interest in musty-smelling old books and magic tools like before.
No, since she’s a girl, it’s no wonder if she becomes interested at any time. Since you might be hesitant, should I try to encourage you a little?
“Haha, Mirabelle is also interested in dressing up… There is… … .”
The moment I saw Mirabelle watching, I was speechless. Because what she was looking at were the shackles. The shackles worn on slaves.
… ?
Why are you fiddling with that?
I asked just in case.
“Aren’t you interested in shackles?”
“Slightly.”
What?
Among so many accessories, why shackles?
“I’m a slave, but there’s no mark, right? Because of that, people get confused like just now.”
“There is no particular problem, right?”
“Everyone says something to the owner.”
Well, in my case it’s especially bad.
Even in modern times, there is no slavery, and every family with money buys at least one slave. One is something. There are places where it exceeds double digits.
Considering that, I am only Mirabelle. Even considering that he is a slave trader, he is only strict with me.
Could it be Mirabelle that is the cause?
The baby looks so pretty.
He tries to do it, but because he says he is a slave, it causes resistance.
But I don’t know why Mirabelle is worried about that, but I’m against it anyway. As a slave lover, I can’t walk around in shackles.
“You don’t have to. I got used to the negative gaze a long time ago.”
But Mirabelle shakes her head violently, saying it shouldn’t be like that.
“Master is not someone who deserves to be looked at like that. Don’t worry about me and just pick one.”
“No… .”
I feel dizzy. This picture reminds me of a feminist cartoonist in the archipelago. Even if limbs are cut off, both men and women are happy in the end… .
“Come on.”
As I hesitated, Mirabelle came to me.
I was dizzy, but Mirabelle stubbornly came out so I couldn’t do anything. Because, as I’ve said several times, Mirabelle is the best. You shouldn’t offend her.
Which one is better?
The red is too flashy and looks like a dog leash, and the gray is too dull… .
Then what I chose were black shackles. It was okay, and it went well with the static atmosphere of Mirabell, making it look like an accessory rather than a shackle.
“I think this might be okay, but… .”
“Then I’ll take that.”
Sarah.
Mirabelle readily agreed, pushed her hair behind her shoulder and showed her small face. The sight of him waiting with his eyes closed looked like someone receiving a proposal.
The problem is that it’s a neck ring, not a finger ring.
‘I don’t know anymore.’
They told me to let everything happen. I carefully shackled Mirabelle’s thin neck, which seemed like it would break if I touched it. The shackles locked with a click sound.
“That’s it.”
Mirabelle stroked the shackles around her neck with a gentle hand, and then her mouth drew a soft arc as if she liked it.
***
We’ve been to all the places we could go, but couldn’t find the right place to go. So, I took an unusual walk along the road.
Mirabelle walks side by side with me. Maybe it’s just my mood, but I walk around with my shoulders straighter than before.
Sometimes, when other slaves pass by, he glances at them with a smile of admiration. What can I say? The look in the eyes of a wife carrying an expensive luxury bag?
I don’t understand why he looks like that, but he did it anyway.
When I see that, I feel uneasy.
‘Am I raising my child wrong?’
In-game, as you build up favorability, the slaves may begin to woo you. As long as you verify that you are an adult, the sex appeal is not boring.
What I’m concerned about is that it’s not the time yet. I didn’t stay with him long enough to build up favor, and the only item he gave me was Heavenly Pledge.
Now that it was not a game but reality, it was difficult to think that favorability had built up. Mirabelle felt rejected by the deceased’s belongings.
‘What the fuck is this really?’
A day when trying to normalize Mirabell only made it worse.
After a few more anxious days, the dungeon finally appeared.
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