Ch.219That Sister, That Brother

“How about making Phyllis’s sister your slave?”

If I were in Phyllis’s position, I would have slapped someone the moment such nonsense came out of my lover’s mouth.

But instead of showing anger or disappointment, Phyllis just looked extremely confused, glancing back and forth between me and Iris.

The reason for her subtle reaction became clear through Iris’s subsequent behavior.

“Heung…”

“Huh?”

“You’re dating my little sister, yet you’re telling me to become your slave♡”

“Hey, wait a minute. Did I just hear a heart mark at the end of that sentence?”

“When I hear such things, I… I just can’t help myself♡”

Iris was blushing and acting shy, though it was hard to tell because of her dark skin.

Jessica, Seti, and Mina wore bewildered expressions, unable to comprehend the situation.

Phyllis placed her hand on her forehead with a sigh of exasperation, while Anastasia was snickering, clearly enjoying our confusion.

“OK, would someone please explain what’s going on? Is this still the lingering effect of being brainwashed by dark elves, or was there some communication problem just now?”

“Sigh… I’m sorry. I should have told you about this beforehand.”

“About what?”

“I’ve told you before, Will. About the fantasies that female elves have regarding their first experience with men.”

“Yes, you did.”

“My sister Iris… has a preference for situations where she becomes someone’s slave, having both her body and mind thoroughly conquered.”

“……”

What is wrong with you sisters and your twisted preferences?

Or is this just a characteristic of female elves??

“Ah… what should I do? I’ll become a body that can only bear your children…♡”

“Hey, Phyllis. Do something about this.”

“Don’t push this onto me. You’re the one who caused this by suggesting making her your slave.”

“Come on, I was just speaking figuratively. No sane person would seriously think about making his girlfriend’s sister his slave while dating said girlfriend.”

“That’s right. Will said he couldn’t adventure with a slave. He can’t be serious about making Phyllis’s sister his slave.”

I’m moved to tears by Seti’s desperate attempt to defend me while caught between Phyllis, who’s looking away, and Iris, who’s clinging to me with heart marks in her eyes.

Amidst this chaos, Jessica launches a surprise attack.

“Actually… thinking about it, Will’s idea of making Iris a slave might be the right answer.”

“What? Isn’t that kind of… an immoral relationship?”

“This has nothing to do with Will’s preferences or ethics. As we saw with Calliope, slaves are legally protected from harm by others because they’re essentially their master’s property.”

When Calliope appeared as merchandise at the Moon Lake auction, Phyllis tried to shoot her but was stopped by auction staff and security.

However, that was apparently just to prevent damage to “the Calliope merchandise owned by Grand Caravan,” not to protect Calliope’s life or human rights.

“In the current pioneer society, dark elves are treated practically like monsters. In such a situation, the surest way to guarantee safety is to become a slave and openly wear a collar of servitude.”

“What about keeping her hidden in the stone house like we’ve been doing?”

“That’s fine as long as we don’t get caught. But to be completely safe, Iris would have to remain confined in the stone house even when we’re staying at inns, and if we were discovered by chance, the townspeople’s reaction would be extremely hostile.”

“So you’re saying we could use the slave system as a legal means to ensure Iris’s safety.”

When I suggested making Iris my slave, it was simply because I thought it might make it easier to enter and exit western cities, but it seems to have more significant implications than I initially thought.

“For that reason, I’d like you to seriously consider it as a safety measure, regardless of romantic relationships or sexual preferences. Of course, having the Elder’s successor subjected to slave status would be a tremendous dishonor in elven society…”

“That’s not a problem. I’m willing to become your slave.”

“Not a problem?”

“Yes. The one receiving the slave sentence wouldn’t be Iris Aedra of the Willow Sanctuary, but a dark elf woman named Iris 036.”

Ah, so she’s going with the setup that the elf “Iris Aedra” and the dark elf “Iris 036” are separate individuals.

I thought she was just a regrettable older sister with twisted desires, but she’s quite shrewd, isn’t she?

“If you’re fine with it, then it’s simple. We’ll frame Iris for theft or property damage and request a summary trial through the Moon Lake sheriff’s office. The owner will be—”

“Phyllis.”

“Jessica.”

“Mr. Will, right?”

A subtle atmosphere develops between the three of us as I, Phyllis, and Iris all call different names.

“Wait a minute. Even if it’s just a formality, shouldn’t the ownership belong to her family member, Phyllis?”

“Even if it’s a temporary measure using a fake identity, a Sanctuary Guardian cannot have the future Elder as a slave. It would be more appropriate for her to be owned by our party leader, Jessica.”

“Um, I’d prefer to be under Mr. Will, squirming and moaning. Between women is a bit…”

“No, no, I have no intention of making you squirm or moan. This is purely formal, understand?”

“Heeeng…”

I take back my previous assessment.

She really is just a regrettable older sister with twisted desires.

“Well, we’ll be heading out now, so I’ll see you again in dreams.”

“Farewell. I look forward to hearing more interesting news from you.”

The next morning.

We boarded the carriage pulled by Ancestor to return to Moon Lake.

While Ant Walker’s transport capability was no less impressive, a covered wagon should visually be pulled by a horse to make sense.

“I wonder if the workers who came for construction are okay…”

“There’s no need to worry. Judging by their condition, they could have lasted another day, and I placed a suggestion for them to get sufficient rest at the nearest barrier.”

The workers who came to build the surveillance outpost had departed for the Hopmill farm a little earlier than us.

Due to Anastasia’s hypnotic abilities, their memories have been altered to believe they were attacked by an orc shaman, fell into a coma, and were rescued by us.

She says she’s taken measures to ensure they don’t recognize the existence of Anastasia, a succubus, or Iris, a dark elf, so there won’t be rumors spreading about seeing something strange here.

One concern is whether they’ll safely reach Hopmill farm… but for now, all we can do is wish them luck.

“Let’s go, Ancestor, giddyup!”

“Neeeigh~”

With my command, the covered wagon begins to move, and the Ant Walker carrying Mina follows behind the carriage, pulling the cargo compartment.

While we’re registering Iris as a slave in Moon Lake, Mina plans to start building a proper camping carriage using the Ant Walker and covered wagon as materials.

So this return journey will be the last for Ant Walker.

“If the carriage is too bumpy or you feel sick, let me know. We can take breaks along the way and still arrive today.”

“Yes, master.”

“I told you, I’m not your master yet…”

“Hehe, I’ll be in your care after we reach the city.”

In the end, due to Iris’s strong desire, I was designated as the slave owner.

Of course, this is merely a formal procedure to protect Iris and allow her legal entry into western cities. I have no intention of demanding slave-like attitudes or services from her.

She is not only the future Elder successor of the Willow Sanctuary but also an important family member of my dear Phyllis.

“I’m sorry, Will. My sister is like that…”

“Honestly, I was a bit surprised, but at the same time, I thought, ‘You really are sisters.'”

“I-I’m not that bad!”

With all due respect, Miss Phyllis.

Who was it that got immersed in roleplay during her first time, saying with a grave expression, “Kuk, kill me, you slave trader”?

I suspect the Iris-Phyllis sisters developed their warped preferences from an early age by sharing the same novels.

Iris, whose path as the Elder successor was determined early on, became fixated on slave training scenarios that contrasted with her noble status, while Phyllis, who had been commanding the Guardian corps, became immersed in the concept of a defeated female knight.

Of course, as the future Elder, Iris would never be allowed to form relationships with men in such a manner, even jokingly, so she’s probably trying to experience a taste of transgression through me during this opportunity.

‘Well… if I play along appropriately, she’ll probably be satisfied and back off on her own.’

After all, there’s no way a sister would seriously go after her younger sister’s boyfriend.

This isn’t some adult video or erotic manga. Hahaha.