episode_0019
by fnovelpiaRattling.
The carriage shakes and rolls.
Another carriage trip. What is different from before is that I did not ride a carriage with an anti-shaking enchantment to save money.
The second is that Mirabelle, who was sitting across from me and staring at the ground, was sitting on my thigh.
Even when I told him to sit comfortably, he absolutely stuck to this posture. Does this mean it’s comfortable? It doesn’t matter since I can also hug Mirabelle.
He wrapped his arms around Mirabelle’s slender waist and held her like a teddy bear. During this time, you should suck up a lot of Mirabelle’s ingredients.
Meanwhile, Mirabelle was learning magic with the Soul Grimoire open in order to utilize her time as efficiently as possible.
What kind of structure does one use to learn magic?
I got curious.
“Do you know what you see when you see it?”
“Well, when you look at it, knowledge flows into your head and you realize it automatically. Just as when you see an apple you think, ‘This is an apple,’ when you see magic, you think, ‘This is magic.’”
“Can you learn magic with just that?”
“If you see an apple, you can draw it, right? This is the same. I picture magical knowledge in my head. Then the magic comes out.”
I’m not very knowledgeable about magic, but I do know that it’s not normal.
Not all apple paintings are the same.
When I draw, all I do is draw a red tip, but someone might add a three-dimensional effect and add light and shade.
It takes effort to achieve that. However, Mirabell skips this process and draws an apple exactly like the one taken in the photo.
‘Does that make sense?’
I wish I could, but if you look at it, it’s historical evidence. You can learn games by clicking on the skill book. We just need a minimum amount of time here.
“But master, what does this have to do with getting revenge on that person?”
“Interference with the soul. In other words, it means that you can inflict infinite pain even after the other person dies.”
“Aha. Of course, it’s the owner.”
Mirabelle, convinced by the simple and clear explanation, nods. Then he turns his attention to the book again and learns magic more passionately than before.
You’re serious about torturing Dad.
Yes, it’s good to work hard at anything.
“Guests, everyone is here~”
The carriage stops, and the driver announces its arrival. I got off the carriage with Mirabelle in my arms.
“Okay, here it is. Destination Praxhu.”
I showed Mirabel the cityscape with exaggerated voice and movements.
That moment. Mirabelle’s mouth opened slightly, and her eyes wavered dizzyingly. The hand holding the heavenly oath tightened.
A look that is far from admiration, close to embarrassment.
He purses his lips and spits out words.
“Master, this is… .”
“We have received information that Miss Mirabel’s father is here. It’s probably here somewhere. however… Why do you look like that?”
I played it off and spoke in a sly tone. Meanwhile, the corner of my mouth twitches uncontrollably at the response I was waiting for.
‘right. I’m surprised. Of course you’ll be surprised.’
here.
Mirabelle is a place abandoned by my father.
***
I entered Praxu with Mirabelle.
Mirabelle, who had been walking while holding my hand, is now clinging to me like a chewing gum. Swish at the slightest sign! Swish! He turned his head and showed signs of anxiety.
The trauma of that day had taken its toll. Because it was so severe, I bought a brown robe from a clothing store and put it on Mirabelle.
As if that wasn’t enough, Mirabelle begged to be hugged, and had no choice but to be hugged. Mirabell wrapped her arms and legs tightly around my neck and waist.
The road passing by the square.
In a place where people constantly visited, two rotten, crumbled skeletons were on display. It seems like he was guilty of high treason.
We passed by those skeletons and found the slave market.
A slave locked behind bars and screaming.
Slaves moving in rows wearing shackles and handcuffs.
A slave who was beaten for rebelling.
Slaves being baptized with water while naked.
It is a scene reminiscent of an imaginary slave market, and it is quite unpleasant to see from a modern person’s perspective. I’m in sync with the slave trader, so I only feel like it’s home.
As I was looking around, a woman approached me.
“What brought you to the slave market?”
“I had some quick business to do.”
My eyes meet hers.
It’s not my first time seeing a woman either. A familiar face.
What do you mean, this woman. It’s a slave trader NPC from Praxhu who tells the detailed story in the Mirabell liberation story.
Her name was definitely Camilla, right?
“Ah, what is it? You were a business partner~”
On the other hand, Camilla guesses my occupation right away even though she doesn’t have any information about me.
This is probably because slave traders are connected by color. You can tell just by looking at their eyes. ‘Ah, you bastard. ‘The greedy look in his eyes makes him a slave trader.’ do.
“What brings you here? sale? Or buy it?”
He said those words and looked at Mirabelle being held like a koala with greedy eyes… . I was about to say something for a moment but held back.
“Haha, it’s like an attachment doll, so I’m not selling it, but I came here because I wanted to find out something. Oh, sorry. I’m this kind of person.”
I handed Camilla my ID card from the Slave Traders’ Guild. Camilla’s pupils dilate when she sees that.
“You are the slave reaper of those rumors! I heard a lot of stories. I’m a huge fan.”
“Haha, thank you.”
As expected, I am popular in places like this.
“I really like that. It’s a story about building a tower with a hundred beasts and setting it on fire to create a tower of flames. The rising flames reached the moon, right?”
What do you mean?
What kind of crazy person in the world would do such an atrocious thing?
“And what was it again? Oh, that’s right. I heard you recently stole Count Brian’s daughter?”
“Huh?”
“He pretended to return my daughter, but only took the family heirloom. Wow, you are really amazing. It’s not easy to do that to nobles.”
No, I never did that.
I definitely saw the touching hug with my parents.
“I heard there was an uproar in Count Brian’s family about catching the messenger. be careful. Because the Count even put a bounty on your head. If it were someone else, I would have called the knights right away, but since I was a partner, they didn’t report me. Slave traders should join forces.”
Camilla is reciting stories that even the person concerned does not know. I wanted to correct the misunderstanding right away, but there was a problem that needed to be resolved urgently.
“Thank you for the information. Rather, the story took a different turn. I came here because I had a question.”
I handed Camilla a silver coin. If you want to get information from this platform, it is basic common sense that you have to pay an information fee.
“What is it? I’ll tell you what I know.”
“A few months ago, didn’t a big incident happen in Praxu?”
“Incidents happen every day, everywhere. Well, which one?”
“Hmm, for example, a man sold his witch daughter into slavery?”
The moment those words came out of my mouth, the sly smile typical of a slave trader disappeared from Camilla.
It stares at me with snake-like eyes that seem to see right through my heart. The voice is also low.
“How did you know that? This is something that only a few people know about in Praxu.”
I didn’t answer. He just gives a meaningful smile.
Camilla soon understood the meaning and returned the silver coin I had given her. Only then did I give her the answer she wanted.
“What better way than to find out? If you take a witch with you, your head may be blown off. As a slave trader, this is information you must not know.”
“… That’s right. Haha, I was so embarrassed that I just lost my money.”
Camilla, who ate her mouth as if she had been attacked, never again.
It’s actually my money, you bitch.
“But why is that? It’s not a topic I really want to bring up.”
“I guess something happened?”
“Don’t even talk. Someone reported an eyewitness account of a witch being sold to a slave trader, so the knights came and took all the female slaves. You know that, right? Women, especially children, are sold more expensively.”
“Of course I know.”
“But they threatened to execute me as a witch if I refused? It seems like my life is about to fly away and I can’t stop it. They treated it so harshly that when it was returned, no one was normal. Do you know how much the loss was during that time?”
Camilla frowned, disgusted, as if she were having a terrible nightmare.
“So what happened? Did you find it?”
“I found it. He was among the slaves. There was even a public execution in the square. You must have seen it on the way there, right?”
After those words, Camilla did not open her mouth any more.
This time, a gold coin was flicked at her, and Camilla caught it skillfully.
“Oh, it’s a gold coin. But why is this?”
“There’s more I’m hiding.”
“Are you hiding it? Is this all?”
Without answering, I gave her a moderate smile and made eye contact with her. Likewise, Camilla responded with a smile, but it didn’t last long.
“Wow… You’re not a slave reaper, are you? I was really impressed with what I just said. How on earth do you know?”
Camilla muttered those words, looked around, and whispered secretly in my ear.
“This is top secret information… Actually, it’s a lie to say I found it. Among the slaves who were taken away by the knights, one child did not return.”
“Isn’t she a witch?”
Camilla shook her head violently.
“This is a case where the adventurer’s parents died while exploring, and he became a slave while stealing bread. She can never be a witch.”
“It’s a change.”
“That’s right. If people find out that they missed the witch, they will become anxious, and the honor of the knights will plummet to the ground.”
In other words, the show was done with slaves who had no problem killing them.
“Then what about real witches?”
“I don’t know much about that. There are more than one or two slave traders in the world. It could be hiding somewhere in the city, or it could have gone out. Anyway, the story ends here. Honestly, it was more than worth the money.”
He flipped the gold coin again at Camilla, who said she didn’t want to talk anymore and tried to turn away. It must have been a blind spot, but Camilla grabbed the coins like a money-crazed ghost.
“Let’s ask one more question.”
“You spend a lot of money. What is it?”
“Do you know where the witch’s father is?”
Camilla laughs at that question.
It also seemed like a mockery.
“You’re surprisingly smart, aren’t you? I’m wasting my money on something so obvious.”
Camilla turns her head and looks at the path we walked.
“In the words of the person who protects the witch, it is always one.”
***
The generally known destination of the Mirabel liberation story.
We already passed there. Even though I knew everything, I deliberately stopped by the slave market to tell the story.
‘You can listen to the narration for just one gold coin, but are you willing to put up with this?’
There were no voices other than the main characters.
Because full dubbing costs a lot of money.
This is an opportunity to hear the voice of the person involved if you hold a coin, instead of just text. I absolutely can’t stand it.
Well, there was a purpose to satisfy my selfish desires in this way. There was also a purpose to let Mirabelle, who was hiding but with her ears open, catch up with the flow of the story.
‘Now you should know what Mirabelle knows.’
The sun has set and even the magic lamp is turned off at dawn.
I was standing in the central square with Mirabelle, who had come down from my arms. Perhaps because time was running out, the plaza, which was once full of activity, was as quiet as ever.
In the middle of the square. Two skeletons were displayed on a high pillar.
The smaller one is a slave girl who died playing the part of a witch that the slave trader had mentioned.
The side of that skull.
Black eye holes filled with endless darkness. A tightly closed mouth as if holding an unspeakable secret.
This is what was written on the small plaque under the skull:
-High treason who hid a witch-
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