episode_0207
by fnovelpiaArphia, who was on his way to Cassillon, entered a nearby city.
It was a short trip that would take months by word of mouth. Even for an Arpiar who handled servants, crossing the continent was a difficult task. Sometimes, you had to take a break.
Although elves live in harmony with nature, they do not sleep out in the forest. Elves also like soft beds.
‘Where are you going?’
Unlike the dwarven land of Vestia or Doomheim, elves are welcome in any human city.
This is because the spirits that elves handle are closely helpful to life. For this reason, many nobles want to befriend elves.
If you make friends with elves, your reputation in noble society will also rise.
If you barge into Yeongju Castle and say, “I want to sleep here,” they’ll give you the best VIP room.
Of course, Arpia had no such intention.
Narsha also strongly advised me not to do it.
It would be better to grab a passerby and go to the best inn. Even now, Arphia has a pouch full of gold coins in her hand.
Arpia, who doesn’t know anything about the world, has a high chance of getting her nose cut off with her eyes open, but Narsha has put in a lot of money so that she doesn’t get into trouble even if she gets scammed.
“Where is the best inn in this city?”
“The best inn is the Golden Villa. It is often used by the rich and nobles.”
So Arphia asked a passerby and got information about the inn. Thanks to covering her ears with her hood, she was able to avoid being discovered.
I headed straight to the inn that the passerby had told me about. This was because Narsha had advised me that if I was planning on staying in the city, I should first find a place to stay.
As its name suggests, the Golden Villa is a magnificent, golden building. It looks more like a palace than an inn.
“How much per night?”
“Ten gold coins. You can take a warm bath and meals will be delivered directly to your room.”
“Then for 1 night.”
I’m only going to stay for a day anyway.
Arphia readily threw in a large sum of money.
Arphia, who had found a room, went outside.
There was still time before I could go to bed. I had no use staying in the room until the sun went down, so I decided to go sightseeing in the city.
Because the only city Arphia had ever been to was Noktar.
But there wasn’t as much to see as I thought.
In the first place, I never felt interested in anything after Karami left.
There was something that caught Arpia’s attention.
“Why aren’t you walking straight?”
A well-dressed man swings a whip at a woman of humble appearance. It is a cruel act against a woman who is as skinny as a rag.
I asked a bystander nearby.
“Why are you doing that?”
“Why are you like that? You’re a slave, that’s why.”
“What does beating a slave have to do with anything?”
“Are you from the countryside where there are no slaves? That’s because the slaves don’t listen properly.”
The master-servant relationship that Arpia knows is not like that. Karami may play pranks, but he has never done anything cruel.
Arpia also knows this well because she was a slave.
But what was that? It was sadistic, as if they were enemies rather than masters and slaves. It was a sight that made me frown.
I’m sure that will happen.
“Evil!”
A woman who eventually collapsed on the floor after being unable to endure the harsh whipping. Arphia’s heart pounded as she looked at the wounded woman.
I can’t take my eyes off it.
The feeling I get when looking at women is not that they are pitiful.
Envy.
The scars carved beyond the bandages wrapped around Arphia’s arms. The sensation of having them carved seemed to come back from the scars.
If that’s you over there.
If it’s Karami who swings the whip.
If Karami swings his whip at himself.
What would that feel like?
Arphia’s body trembled.
A thrilling sensation.
Just thinking about it gives me goosebumps all over my body.
“Hey, where are you going?”
When he came to, Arphia was walking towards them as if in a trance. The man flinched as a stranger approached him wearing a hood over his head.
“What are you? Are you dissatisfied that I’m going to beat my slave?”
dissatisfaction.
Nothing in particular.
Rather, it is closer to curiosity.
I just wonder what kind of pain other people inflict on me.
Arphia took off her hood.
The master who was swinging the whip, the slave who was being beaten, and everyone around them gasped.
“, Elf?”
“Elf!”
The man who had been so proud until just now couldn’t help but cower at the elf’s appearance.
“Now, wait a minute. This isn’t an elf, this is a human. This is just normal interaction between a master and a slave! I didn’t do anything wrong!”
“What are you talking about? I’m not a messenger or anything. Why are you so scared? You’re embarrassing people.”
“Then what?”
Arphia smiled faintly.
“You know, instead of letting him go, why don’t you try doing what you were just doing to me?”
***
“Hahahahaha! I never thought an elf would be interested in something like this. I never would have guessed! Well, everyone in the world has their own personality, so the elves are no exception.”
Hugo, who was beating a slave in the middle of the street, laughed heartily.
Hugo, an insignificant illegitimate child of an insignificant baronial family.
Hugo, who was banished to the frontier, did nothing but buy slaves he liked and torment them. A worthless man with no hobbies.
Hugo was almost scared when Arphia first approached him. It was more because of the threat to his life than because of the beauty.
Because they are a race with a very eccentric personality.
If you take an elf as a slave, people will ask, “You took an elf as a slave? Are you in your right mind?” Even Hugo, who is interested in slaves, doesn’t even look at elves.
Fortunately, that didn’t happen.
Wouldn’t it be better to show interest?
‘An Elf interested in SM. Hehehe.’
A chance to legally whip an elf.
I’ve been curious about this for a long time.
I wonder how the elf will cry.
Surely even the screams will be beautiful.
“This is my villa.”
Arphia arrives at Hugo’s private residence.
As you enter the building, you are greeted by chained slaves.
The slaves’ clothing is like maid’s uniform.
But it was different from the ordinary maid’s uniform.
Skirts that were short enough to show underwear, or revealing stomachs, or maid bikinis. The skin exposed in that way was covered in traces of having been beaten.
They all had dark expressions on their faces, but Arpia didn’t really care.
The two soon arrived at the basement. Most basements had a similar atmosphere, but each had a slightly different feel depending on the owner’s taste.
Tools or something.
Like a device.
Arpia also showed interest in things she was seeing for the first time in her life.
“What is this?”
“Triangle horse.”
“What is it used for?”
“Sit the slave on top and put a steel ball on his ankle. Then, the weight is pushed down and the edge digs into the gap between his legs. It’s so much fun to watch him writhe.”
“Oh… .”
The creativity of the human race.
I can only exclaim in admiration.
“Okay, I think we’ve seen enough, so let’s get started. Stand here.”
“What is that?”
What Hugo was pointing to was an X-shaped device.
“Restraint. Only when the freedom of the body is lost can one feel complete pleasure.”
“Um… .”
“Don’t worry. I’ll let you go right away if you ask me to. You’re not stupid, and you don’t have the courage to hurt an elf?”
Arphia didn’t think long.
He obediently took his place in front of the device.
Hugo tried to hide his sly smile and started to tie Arphia’s arms and legs with rope. Arphia’s body was restrained in an X shape.
“Phew, phewhew!”
Then Hugo, unable to hold back his laughter, burst out laughing like a madman.
“You stupid bitch! That’s not a normal restraint device, it’s a magic tool! You can’t use magic power, right?”
Arphia clenched and unclenched her fist.
It felt like the magic circuit was blocked by a barrier.
As Hugo said, it was difficult to use magic power.
“They’re strong in arms, but what would savages living in the forest know? They never thought an elf would roll in on its own.”
If you tame the elf, the people of the main family will not be able to treat Hugo carelessly. Hugo will be the one to revive the family that is on the verge of collapse, and he will stand proudly at the center of it all.
Hugo took out the whip he had hanging from his waistband.
WHACK!
As he swung his whip into the air, the whip that had been hanging loosened.
“Don’t worry too much. You seem to be interested in this kind of play… You’ll get used to it in no time!”
Hugo swung his whip.
He hit Arphia’s thigh.
Bam!
A red line is engraved on Arphia’s once white thigh.
But Arphia didn’t moan or frown. Her expression was still as dry as ever.
“Oh? You’re holding it in pretty well? I like it. It’s the most fun when you distort that expression!”
Hugo swings his whip without mercy. Every time he does, a cracking sound that seems to tear the air echoes through the basement, leaving wounds on Arphia.
Although others might find it strange to hear this, Arpia was secretly looking forward to it.
Because I felt a chill all over my body when I saw the wound on my arm with my own hands and the blood dripping down.
But I had my own limits. My head was making its own judgments that I shouldn’t do more than this.
So if it’s pain given by others.
I was hoping that it would give me a different feeling from self-harm.
‘Disgusting.’
Arphia is used to pain, so it doesn’t really hurt. It was several times more painful when the spirits were running wild inside her body.
But, watching Hugo swing his whip around excitedly without knowing anything about it only makes me feel uncomfortable.
‘I feel sick.’
It’s not right to just cause pain indiscriminately.
What was important was ‘who’ gave it.
I learned one thing.
“Burn it.”
“Huh, huh… what?”
It was a moment. The moment Arphia’s mouth moved, flames suddenly shot up and covered Hugo.
“Kkaaaahhh?! What, what is it? What is it! It’s hot! It’s hot!”
Hugo rolled around on the floor, trying to put out the fire, but the flames did not go out at all.
“What are you just watching? Turn it off! Turn it off!!!”
“I’d like to turn off the lights, but… .”
Clank clank.
“I’m tied up so I can’t move. And I can’t use my magic power either.”
“Keuuugh!”
“Just hold on for a little longer. Since you like hitting, you can probably stand the pain, right?”
Alphia smiles brightly.
Depending on who the other person is, it is more enjoyable to inflict pain than to be suffered.
I learned another thing.
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