Ch.120Kill the Elf: The Lady Dreams of Being a Slave Trader

After the kiss time with Phyllis ended, I came down to the first floor of the lodging to find Jessica, Seti, and Mina already seated at a table drinking beverages.

“Hmm? You’re back already.”

“Oh? Why are you coming down from upstairs? You weren’t in your room?”

“Ah, we came back a bit early and were chatting in the rooftop lounge.”

“Was chatting all you did?”

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about. Ahem.”

At Seti’s playful interrogation, Phyllis blushed and hurriedly sat down next to Mina.

“Since dinner was a set menu, I ordered in advance for everyone. Is that okay?”

“Ah, good job. Did you finish shopping?”

“More or less. Everything except Seti’s shoes has been taken up to the rooms.”

“These are my new shoes.”

Under the table, Seti stretched out her feet, which were fitted with ankle-high walker-type boots.

Though they looked somewhat rugged, they appeared much sturdier than what Jessica or I were wearing.

“Ooh, those look nice.”

“They said they’re sturdy shoes that leeches and snakes can’t bite through. But they feel a bit strange since I’m not used to them.”

“Bear with it until we reach the next city. Once we leave this area, there are dangerous snakes called Venom Biters, and from what Phyllis says, the swamp leeches seem to have increased abnormally in number.”

“Ah… those leeches were truly horrific. If possible, I never want to go near the Red Swamp again.”

The scene Phyllis witnessed when she went to retrieve the Bloody Mandrake was enough to give me goosebumps just hearing about it.

I heard there are adventurer parties who make their living working in such swamplands—they must have incredibly strong mental fortitude.

“Now then, let me quickly go over our upcoming schedule before the food arrives.”

Jessica spread a map on the center of the table and pointed to the location of Atelier, where we were.

“We’re here in the 5th Western City, Atelier, and about 20 kilometers to the south and north, there are outposts built to pioneer detour routes.”

The toxic swampland spreading around the 5th Western City not only becomes more poisonous as you go deeper, but also has bottomless bogs hidden throughout, making it impossible to cross.

Eventually, the New Continent Development Headquarters partially changed their westward expansion plans, deciding to build outposts to the south and north to find efficient routes around the swampland.

However, after several surveys, they determined that the northern route adjacent to the Corkas Mountains was excessively dangerous due to flying monsters inhabiting the mountains, so the southern route was chosen as the path to bypass the swampland.

“Hmm… so it’s impossible to bypass the northern part of the swampland after finishing our business in the Corkas Mountains?”

“It’s not impossible, but there’s no reason to insist on the northern route while taking on that risk. So we’ll go through the Northern Fortress outpost to complete our business in the Corkas Mountains, then return to Atelier and bypass the swampland via the southern route.”

“Did you find out where the dwarf clan living in the Corkas Mountains resides?”

“Unfortunately, I had no luck with that. Unlike the Blackforge dwarves, the Corkas Mountain dwarf clan barely interacts with humans.”

“I heard there’s one dwarf staying at Northern Fortress, so I plan to visit them when we arrive.”

“That sounds good. Even if they don’t interact with humans, they probably won’t ignore their fellow dwarves.”

Although we can mine titanium in the Corkas Mountains, we can’t search the entire mountain range without any information about the deposits.

In the worst case, the local dwarves might be monopolizing the titanium veins, so either way, it would be difficult to obtain titanium without contacting the local dwarves.

“By the way, what kind of place is this Northern Fortress outpost? Just from the name, it sounds like a military facility.”

“The name is grand, but it’s actually nothing special. After the southern route was chosen to bypass the swampland, it was almost abandoned. Of course, they can’t completely neglect the minor barrier they set up, so a minimal staff remains to monitor the movements of flying monsters.”

“Swamp creatures and flying monsters—this area is full of formidable creatures.”

“Your dinner order for five has arrived~”

With the timely arrival of the waiter bringing our food, the journey discussion concluded, and our mealtime conversation shifted to light jokes and talk about my date with Phyllis.

Since the topic came up, I apologized to Jessica and Seti for not having proper date time with them, but both insisted they hadn’t thought about it that way. Jessica even apologized to me, saying, “I didn’t mean to pressure you like that.”

“Ah, really! Keep your lovey-dovey stuff to a moderate level! If you’re all so sorry, just go out together next time—the four of you can visit a movie theater or bookstore!”

Finally, Mina’s decisive judgment(?) ended the date talk.

After that, our evening meal continued in a warm atmosphere filled with silly jokes and casual conversation.

That night.

At Jessica’s request that “the girls need to talk,” I went up to the room first, showered, and came out.

‘This… no matter how I think about it, it seems like that.’

They say it’s standard for harem protagonists to be somewhat dense, but after receiving Phyllis’s confession and enjoying a date with her, there’s no way I wouldn’t notice the intention behind “go to the room first and shower.”

They’re probably discussing whether Phyllis wants to spend the night with me, and if so, who will stay with me tonight.

‘Knock knock knock’

As I was fidgeting nervously, someone gently knocked on the door three times.

“Come in.”

My tongue got twisted and I ended up saying something that sounded like a fighting challenge, but words once spoken can’t be taken back.

Taking a deep breath, I watched the door slowly open, revealing only Phyllis in her usual attire.

“Ex-excuse me…”

“Ah. Um, yeah.”

Phyllis came alone? Did Jessica and Seti arrange this? But why is she in her outdoor clothes?

Various thoughts quickly raced through my mind.

“W-why don’t you sit down? It’s awkward to keep standing by the door.”

“Yes…”

After managing to invite Phyllis into the room, I examined her appearance more carefully.

A sleeveless mini-skirt dress with black tights, and her long hair tied up in a high ponytail.

Except for not carrying her rifle, she looked like the usual Phyllis, but her slightly damp hair and fresh skin indicated that she had also just showered.

“You… showered? Are you okay with your hair tied up?”

“Oh, I didn’t think about that.”

As Phyllis, who was sitting beside me on the bed, untied her hair, her long golden locks cascaded down like a golden waterfall.

Her hair was so long that it spread across the bed like the hem of a dress.

I couldn’t help but exclaim “Wow…” at the enchanting and dreamlike sight, causing Phyllis’s face to turn bright red.

“……”

“……”

The two of us sat awkwardly, unable to speak or make eye contact.

Thinking that we wouldn’t make any progress even after hours at this rate, I swallowed hard and carefully broke the silence.

“Um… are you sure about this? Moving this fast on our first day together.”

“…I heard Jessica and Seti did the same.”

“Well, that’s true… but there’s also the matter of your own pace, and you don’t need to push yourself because of any sense of competition with them. I have no intention of treating my partners differently based on whether we’ve spent the night together.”

Though I’m saying this, honestly, I’m dying to push her down on the bed right now.

But I didn’t want Phyllis, who chose me despite compromising her ideal view of romance, to have her first experience due to pressure from the atmosphere.

“To be honest, I can’t say I’m not scared… but if I didn’t have that level of resolve, I wouldn’t have decided to date a human man, especially one with two girlfriends already.”

“I’m both happy and embarrassed to hear you say that.”

“But separate from that… ah, what should I do?”

Phyllis, who had been hesitating, held her head in her delicate hands and shook it repeatedly.

“Is there some other problem?”

“Rather than a problem, it’s… do you remember when we talked about elven romance before?”

“The joke about only being able to have children with men who’ve seen your bare legs?”

“Yes. To be precise, only the ‘men who’ve seen legs’ condition was a joke.”

“Huh? So that means…”

“The part about only being able to have one man’s children is true. The exact conditions are having feelings for that man and completing a physical relationship with him…”

So what does this mean?

If Phyllis spends tonight with me, she’ll only be able to have my children from now on?

What is this elf race, a species that exists to satisfy a man’s desire for dominance?!

*Gulp*

“…You really like that, don’t you?”

“Ah, no. This is…”

“It’s okay. I can roughly guess how men would react to this characteristic of elven women.”

“I feel bad somehow. Think of it as the sad instinct of the male species.”

“Anyway, to continue, that’s why elven women consider their first night with a man extremely important. Many have very detailed ideals about the form of their first experience.”

“Hmm, hmm… I see, I understand.”

I sensed what Phyllis wanted to talk about.

The first experience with a loved one is a precious memory regardless of gender, but it holds even greater significance for women.

For elven women, it’s an act that determines the one and only partner they’ll share over 200 years of life.

It’s only natural that she would want to have the best first night she’s dreamed of.

“So, Phyllis also has a form of first night she’s been dreaming of?”

“Yes.”

“And you were wondering if I would accept your request.”

“…That’s right.”

She’s prepared to make me, a human, her lover and accept me as her lifelong first partner.

However, she wants that first experience to fulfill the fantasy she’s been dreaming of.

While this might be a common custom among elves, it was probably somewhat embarrassing to bring up to a man of another race.

“OK, I understand. I’ll accommodate your wishes as much as possible.”

“R-really?”

“Of course, with a few conditions. I’m sure you wouldn’t ask for anything physically impossible… but actions that would cause discord among companions are NG, and showing or letting other men touch your body is also off-limits.”

“O-of course! I have common sense too. What else?”

“Other than that… if it requires special preparation or would disrupt our schedule, we should postpone it to another day.”

“And if it doesn’t violate those conditions, you’ll really do anything I ask?”

“Yes. Just say the word.”

This time, I heard Phyllis gulp.

I don’t know what kind of extraordinary request she’s planning to make, but I’m a 21st-century Earth person who had access to abundant audiovisual materials.

Accommodating the fantasy of an otherworldly woman from the frontier era, especially a naturally modest elven lady, should be a piece of cake.

It should have been a piece of cake, but…

*Thud*

“Phyllis?”

“D-don’t call my name with that filthy mouth…”

I couldn’t help but be momentarily confused by Phyllis’s sudden change as she collapsed onto the floor and condemned me with a distorted expression.

“???”

“You vile slave trader… trying to sell off elves who made treaties with humans as playthings…!”

Ah, so this is the concept.

To request such a maniacal play from the start… truly, the saying that you can’t judge a person by their appearance is correct.

Having grasped Phyllis’s intention, I slowly walked over to lock the door, then took out a rope from the luggage in the corner.

“What a spirited young lady. But I wonder how long you can maintain that attitude.”

“W-what are you trying to do…?”

“Hehehe, this is a special service for the proud Guardian Captain. I’ll thoroughly engrave into your body how to live and be loved as a slave.”

As I approached slowly while swinging the rope, Phyllis’s cheeks, which had been acting out a humiliated expression, gradually turned red.

It seems my first night with Phyllis will be a somewhat more special experience than with Jessica and Seti.

“Ugh… kill me!”

With Phyllis’s line that didn’t betray expectations, our heated night officially began.