A peaceful morning.

    The uppermost office of the Reaper.

    Karami was sitting in the upper seat, and Lin, who had turned into a fox cub, was rolling around on the table.

    When Karami waved her fingers around, she stretched out her front paw and grabbed them like a cat playing with a toy.

    When I tickled his fur, he lay down with his belly completely exposed and enjoyed the soft touch.

    Assis, who had brought bedding with him, is leisurely sleeping on the sofa.

    Mirabelle is trained as a maid with her mother.

    Arphia teaches young elves.

    Elise is preaching the gospel of the Order of the Nazarene in the city’s cathedral.

    I wonder if it would be outwardly bad for a saint to be doing missionary work for another religious order, but anyway.

    Everyone is doing their own work, but if you had to pick the busiest person, it would definitely be Narsha. She has stopped by the office to report on her work.

    “I have rescued the slaves as the master commanded. There are 42 of them in total, and I plan to gradually expand my area of ​​activity.”

    “Thank you for your hard work. You must be anxious, but please treat them well so that they have nothing to lose. If there is anyone who wants to leave, please send them back at any time. Just lead me to those who want to stay.”

    “Okay.”

    If I have a place to return to, I will leave, and if I don’t, I will stay. If I go, it’s good to go, and if I stay, it’s good to stay.

    “As time goes by, the number of those left will gradually increase.”

    “But no matter how large this place is, there will come a time when it cannot accommodate the increasing number of slaves.”

    “If we build more buildings, won’t it be enough?”

    “I’ve thought about that, but what do you think about building a city instead?”

    There is enough money. If you actively use Mirabelle’s magic, you can easily deal with many problems.

    “I also heard that Doomheim has received the Master’s favor. It will be much easier if you get help from the dwarves.”

    “The scale is getting bigger. Isn’t it excessive?”

    “No. Rather, it is absurd that the master is in this small city, in someone’s territory.”

    The noktar is too small to hold the karami.

    A lord who wants to receive beans and eat them, or a royal family who pressures you to pay tribute, are both annoying.

    How dare you say that without even knowing the topic.

    The beggars developed the city and the upper world for Karami, not for others.

    “Lin agrees! How about creating a slave kingdom? The master is king!”

    Lin, who had returned to human form, enthusiastically agreed.

    If someone else had brought it up, I would have just let it slide, but since Narsha had brought it up, Karamido thought about it seriously.

    I definitely think there are a lot of restrictions. I also feel like it’s a bit cramped for the kids to be active.

    What if you built a city and filled it with entertainment to suit your tastes?

    ‘Not bad, right?’

    Is there anything to notice now?

    I just live my life doing whatever I want.

    “Okay, I’ll leave it to Narsha, so give it a try. Feel free to use your resources and manpower as you wish.”

    “We will create satisfactory results.”

    ***

    The quiet night is originally a time for the mind and body to calm down, but lately, that feeling has been even stronger for Karami.

    Because from the time you open your eyes until it’s time to go to bed, the slaves cling to you and won’t let you go for even a moment.

    I could have given them orders to bite, but I never did because I knew they’d just look sullen.

    Because I was such a Karami, this time alone was very precious, but even that didn’t last very long.

    “Master, may I come in?”

    Starting today, you can spend the night with Karami once a day.

    The slave who took charge of starting that shift was Elise.

    “Come in.”

    Elise came into the bedroom, greeting politely.

    A black negligee with quite a bit of exposure.

    The bloodshot pupils glowed redder than usual.

    She was first in line because she was originally supposed to receive blood from Karami.

    “If you don’t want to, you can just take the blood. If you want to sleep alone, you can sleep alone, so don’t worry.”

    “You’re being mean. You know I can’t go back after coming all this way.”

    “I’m sorry. I’m not very perceptive. If you don’t tell me clearly, I won’t know.”

    Karami has a really unclear expression on her face.

    They say that no one is clueless.

    It was obvious that he was joking, but it was a shame that Elise was the one who went back.

    “I want to sleep with Master…”

    In the end, he had to say it with his own mouth.

    Only then did Karami grin in satisfaction.

    “I see. If Elise says so, we should sleep together. Come in here.”

    Karami stepped aside and tapped the seat where he had been sitting.

    “… Excuse me.”

    Elise sat down next to him and covered herself with the blanket.

    “Why did you have to step aside?”

    “Because I kept it warm until Elise came. It’s warm, right?”

    “… … .”

    The world smiles with a harmless expression.

    As if there was no other intention.

    For a moment, something in Elise’s brain snapped.

    “… It’s warm.”

    Luckily, I managed to catch him.

    I almost had an accident on the first night.

    Karami, unaware of this fact, threw a joke at Elise.

    “A saint sleeping with a man. The world would be shocked if they knew.”

    “How does it feel to sleep with that saint?”

    “I feel nervous because I think I’m doing something bad. What about Elise?”

    “I’m similar.”

    Elise placed her hand on her heart.

    It’s exciting and calming at the same time.

    I felt two incompatible emotions at the same time.

    A strange sensation.

    Not bad.

    “Well, that’s actually a new question.”

    “What does it mean?”

    “Well, didn’t Elise attack me twice? Once at the inn, once at the temple.”

    Memories of the past come to Elise’s mind.

    It’s not that long ago, it’s only been a month at most.

    He threw Karami to the floor and held him there so he couldn’t move.

    And then climb up on it.

    It’s too late to call yourself a precocious child.

    “Elise, who said she would never drink blood, came running to my room asking for blood. How can someone who used to be so playful turn into this cute?”

    “I’m not human to begin with, I’m a vampire, so it’s okay if I change, right?”

    “Would you like some milk right now? I know a place that sells fresh and delicious milk.”

    …Should I really cover it up?

    No.

    Hold on, hold on.

    Not yet.

    “My body is no longer satisfied without the Master’s blood. Is that okay?”

    “Enough.”

    Karami didn’t play around anymore because he had enjoyed it enough.

    “How is life here? Is it worth it?”

    “Yes. I am very satisfied.”

    A bat that didn’t belong anywhere found a home.

    And there are slaves who are in the same situation as you. There are some you don’t like, and you bicker with them every day, but it’s fun.

    A sense of belonging.

    And a sense of identity.

    Here, you can be yourself without having to pretend or pretend to be anything.

    If you stay here, you can live without any worries.

    “That’s fortunate.”

    “It’s all thanks to the Master.”

    “I know even if you don’t say it.”

    A hearty laugh flowed out.

    Then it soon became quiet and Elise wiggled her fingers.

    “Master, now that… .”

    Elise, unable to bear it any longer, was the first to speak.

    The eyes that look at Karami while emitting a blood-red light from their eyes are pitiful.

    “Come this way.”

    Elise slowly moved and climbed onto Karami. They sat on each other’s thighs, facing each other.

    He moved his head and exposed his neck to make it easier to suck blood.

    Elise couldn’t take her eyes off Karami’s neck. Then she discovered something strange.

    “The wound is gone?”

    The wound Elise had asked about last time disappeared without a trace.

    “Mirabel erased it. I guess people wouldn’t look kindly on someone with something like that on their neck.”

    “… … .”

    “Elise is good at using healing magic, isn’t she? It would be nice if Elise could heal you too.”

    Elise turned her head sharply.

    “I don’t like it. Should I ask Miss Mirabelle to do it for me?”

    “What else are you dissatisfied with?”

    “No complaints?”

    I have no complaints. It’s to the level of advertising that the fresh expression is distorted.

    Elise bit Karami’s neck, her sharp fangs digging into his skin and leaving a wound.

    Although she had wounded him enough to suck blood, Elise pushed her fangs in a little deeper.

    For some reason I felt like doing that today.

    “Ugh.”

    A faint groan escapes.

    The sensation of being wounded on the owner’s body.

    Although I felt sorry for causing him pain, seeing him wince in pain and tremble in pain sent a sour tingle of pleasure through my blood and all over my body.

    He feels a twisted thrill as he marks his mark on his body.

    How dare you erase such traces at will.

    I don’t like it.

    If you want to erase it, then erase it.

    I’ll engrave it over and over again.

    ***

    Even after finishing sucking blood, Elise sat on Karami’s thigh for a while.

    I licked the blood that was flowing out without being able to swallow it.

    He looked at the two holes in Karami’s neck with satisfaction and then came down.

    Karami relieved his sore throat.

    “I feel like I’m sicker today than last time… .”

    “I’m sorry. I guess it’s because I’m still immature at hurting others. I’ll try not to hurt you more next time.”

    “The process seems cumbersome, so how about just taking the blood out in advance and storing it?”

    You can use Mirabelle’s magic or refrigerate it with Assis’ ice.

    It’s nice because you can take it out and eat it whenever you need, and it doesn’t hurt when you eat it.

    It’s a win-win for both of us.

    “I don’t like it.”

    But Elise firmly refused.

    “Then I guess I should get some magic to reduce the pain before doing it.”

    “I don’t like that either. Please bite me and make me suffer.”

    “… … .”

    How can you say such creepy things so casually?

    I wonder what’s going on in the minds of slaves.

    The soul must be trapped. Karami, who wants to ask Mirabelle.

    While I was lost in thought, I felt eyes on me. Elise, lying face to face, was staring intently at me right in front of my nose.

    “Do you have anything you want to say?”

    “Should I say that I have something to say or that I have something I want to say?”

    “What is it?”

    “I wish the Master would drink my blood too? I wish my blood would flow into the Master’s body, just as the Master’s blood flows into mine.”

    Yeah, let’s not look.

    What’s on your mind?

    Who would deliberately look into the abyss?

    Karami gave up cleanly.

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