Chapter 7: Rabbit’s live

Even if I tried to hide it, whispers could be heard from all directions.

Indeed, a dark elf s*ave was a commodity that anyone would covet.

If the alchemist took her, they could create several rare items.

If the breeder took her, they could make her a seed-bearing s*ave and produce at least ten hybrid dark elves.

She was powerful enough to be used as a combat s*ave, and her appearance was no less impressive for being used as a mere s*x s*ave.

She was like a stem cell, with endless possibilities for use depending on how she was utilized.

‘And Trea is…’

Judging by the fact that she ate the dark elf’s heart, probably.

Not surprisingly, I felt disgusted by my own body.

“Untie this!”

Unlike the slaves who had lost their will to live earlier, the dark elf kept twisting and resisting.

Of course, it was all in vain.

The chains were thick, and there were several people watching her.

Unlike the general slaves who had come out earlier, the dark elf was not wearing rags.

Instead, she was wearing a luxurious-looking black dress with frills.

Her white hair and black dress contrasted, making her look like a noble’s daughter, despite wearing shackles.

If my hair was gray-tinged silver, hers was completely white and disheveled.

The dark elf’s expression was tearful.

Even though she was biting her teeth to keep from showing tears, her expression was fraught with humiliation.

Her clasped wrists and shoulders trembled.

Regardless of how she felt, the atmosphere here was excited.

Because she was, to put it bluntly, hot.

It wouldn’t happen on this street, but I thought I could hear unpleasant breathing sounds.

The auctioneer took the chain connected to her wrist and pulled her to the center of the stage.

He pulled her quickly as if to induce her to fall, but the dark elf barely avoided falling.

Instead, she glared at the auctioneer as if to kill him, but his expression was not revealed beyond the mask.

“As explained earlier, this s*ave is a dark elf brought from the Dark Valley.”

The auctioneer paid her no attention and continued the explanation.

The heated dark elf rushed at the auctioneer.

“I’ll kill you…”

-Whoosh!

The auctioneer lightly moved the chain in his hand and easily tripped her.

It was like watching a prearranged comedy skit.

Thump!

The dark elf fell unsightly, and laughter erupted from this side.

The fallen dark elf clenched her fists and shuddered her shoulders.

‘How grotesque.’

The auctioneer was quite skilled.

Unlike before, when a real host acting as a clown was in charge, it seemed that someone involved in this business was conducting the

proceedings.

The fallen dark elf soon sat up.

Her gaze was toward the ground, and she kept muttering something in her mouth.

It didn’t sound like good words.

“To continue the explanation…the dark elf’s body is valuable in many ways. Especially a pure dark elf. It is up to the guest how to use the

s*ave.”

When the word pure came out, some people whistled softly and cheered.

I scoffed and rolled my eyes, then stopped.

“Let’s start at 5 billion Rene.”

Expensive.

The general slaves who had come out before were priced at an average of around 700 to 800 million.

The most expensive s*ave sold so far was a pretty s*x s*ave from a fallen noble family, but even she didn’t exceed 3 billion.

Was there that much rarity?

“7 billion Rene!”

There was someone who called out strongly from the start.

It was too much money to buy a single s*ave.

“9 billion Rene!”

“This side is 10 billion Rene!”

Idiots set the bidding on fire.

They didn’t know the value of money and raised the amount like Zumaire paper money.

While they were auctioning each other off, I was watching the dark elf.

She was biting her nails with a pale face as if she didn’t want to hear her amount go up.

“Currently, 14.55 billion Rene has been reached. Anyone want to call out more?”

The increasingly heated atmosphere cooled down.

As the auction progressed to some extent, the people who were raising the amount became quiet.

“14.58 billion Rene!”

Roughly speaking, it seemed that the person who would take that dark elf would be one of two people.

An old man who looked like an alchemist who had just raised 30 million Rene.

“15 billion!”

…Or that chubby man.

It seemed more likely to be that man.

The old man shook his head and sat down after hearing the amount of 15 billion.

“15 billion Rene, is there no one else?”

“Three hundred.”

A clear voice filled the space with the sound of a small bell.

The dark elf also slightly raised her head at the voice she was hearing for the first time.

“Of course, in units of a billion.”

The man who had called out 15 billion’s expression distorted.

The expressionless auctioneer also showed signs of embarrassment and asked back.

“Are you saying 3, 30 billion Rene?”

“Do I have to say it twice?”

The auctioneer shook his head and counted to three.

Of course, there were no more auction participants.

The heated auction ended blandly.

“Congratulations. That dark elf has been won by the wolf-masked customer.”

Applause that hadn’t been there before was heard.

I went up on stage without any particular reaction.

“We will hand it over to you as soon as you pay.”

The auctioneer collected the chain and demanded money.

At his words, I took out a finger without saying anything and drew a square in the air.

-Whoosh.

A strange sound like wind escaping was heard, and suddenly the empty space was cut off.

Beyond it was a jet-black space and some objects.

I reached out there and took out a pouch containing jewels and handed it over.

“It should be 30 billion.”

“…You’re a great skilled person.”

The auctioneer said to me in a small voice.

Well, what I just did was a bit great.

How many people in this era can handle subspace?

“You’re welcome.”

“We will guide you.”

Four masked men appeared and guided me and the dark elf.

Masks, masks.

There were so many people wearing masks on their faces here.

‘I feel like I’m going to throw up.’

F***ing other world.

I passed several rooms marked as lounges.

Groaning sounds flowed out from the cracks in the doors, which was very unpleasant.

Perhaps they saw my mood, the men hurried their steps.

I was guided to the room at the very end of the hallway.

It was a luxurious private room with flowers, a bed, and various decorations.

“You are now the rightful owner of this dark elf.”

“Who decided I was the owner…”

“Here is the key.”

They handed me the contract and the key and went out of the room.

In an instant, only the two of us were left in the large private room.

Judging by the large bed, it was probably a place to do that kind of thing.

I examined the shackles that were tied to the dark elf’s wrists and ankles.

It was a chain made of a special material that restricts mana.

‘Of course, it won’t work on me.’

I didn’t work my a*s off for 10 years to be caught by the ankles by this kind of metal.

I grabbed the end of the key with my finger and turned it.

“Give it here…”

The dark elf rushed at me and tried to take the key.

Wait, shouldn’t the black market people worry about what would happen if I wasn’t a mage and left us alone?

Just as I was thinking that, her body twisted and rolled on the floor.

It seemed to be a kind of mystery that was activated when the owner had a wandering mind.

“…What’s your name?”

The dark elf exercised her right to remain silent.

Unfortunately, there was no right to remain silent for slaves in this other world.

I stopped turning the key and asked again.

“Name.”

“…Naia.”

I plopped down on the bed.

If I were a man, it would have been the start of that, of course. While smoking a cigarette.

But what I needed was something else.

“I need your heart.”

In fact, it would have been easier if I could have just sold the heart separately, but it didn’t seem like I could.

When I asked, Naia was the only dark elf-related item among the products that came out today, and it seemed that the dark elf’s heart would

quickly turn back into mana as soon as it was extracted unless it was eaten immediately.

In the original story, Trea probably killed Naia and consumed her heart.

In fact, Naia is not even mentioned in the novel.

Ugh, not even a nine-tailed fox, a noble young lady is eating a freshly extracted human heart.

I like eating pig liver, but I can’t do that.

“Is there a way to extract the heart? If so, I’ll just take that and release you right away.”

It was a shocking offer.

There were plenty of ways to make money with dark elves.

“Ha, where is there such a way? Are you stupid? Is it because you’re a stupid human…”

I seemed to be about the same age as me, but I felt a bit bad when I was called stupid.

Well, where is there a way to extract only the heart, not a lizard’s tail or a rabbit’s liver?

“…Then you’re useless.”

Naia’s face also hardened as she saw my hardened expression.

Did she hear it as meaning that I would kill her because she was useless?

“In…Instead, I’m good at laundry…”

Naia quickly changed her tone and began to appeal that she was useful.

I must have looked scary because I had a hardened expression beyond a blank one.

Still, unless I could extract her heart, Naia was useless.

Money? The expenses I spent this time were great, but I’m not the type to spend a lot of money in the first place.

Laundry? I don’t know, but my friend Arwen will probably do it better.

In other words, unless I could extract her heart, Naia was just a 30 billion meat lump.

Naia was kneeling down without being able to say anything, sweating profusely.

It was a headache situation.

At that time, wind entered through the open window and stroked the flowers in the pot.

Seeing that, I had a good idea.

I plucked one of the flowers from the pot and returned.

“I’m going to tell your fortune with this. If there are an even number of petals, I’ll release you, and if there are an odd number, I’ll tear out

your heart. Got it?”

Naia was stiff with a rotten expression, but when I asked her one more time, she nodded her head.

“You choose. Should I do it with an odd number or an even number first?”

“…With an even number.”

There were more petals than I thought.

Small pink petals scattered one by one.

“Odd.”

“Even.”

“Odd.”

The petals quickly fell to the bottom.

Her expression changed each time odd and even were called out.

“…Odd.”

The last petal that fell was odd.