episode_0002
by fnovelpia[Abandoned Witch Mirabelle]
Mirabelle was exactly as indicated in the status window.
An ordinary girl who was born in a small, nameless town and lived in a small inn run by her parents.
Thanks to her cute appearance and lively personality, it was easy for her to steal the first love of the village boys.
One day when time passed leisurely. An outsider came to the village.
They were a paladin and a priest who got lost and wandered away from the group while subduing a demonic beast. As they were dying from exhaustion, they were fortunate enough to have reached the village of Mirabell, as if God had shown mercy to them.
The priests who happened to be tied up at the inn in Mirabell, who was running an inn.
But sincere believers see what others cannot see and feel what others cannot feel. For example, a demon or an evil curse.
Something like a witch’s unique energy.
Sure enough, the priests felt the witch’s energy in the inn. If there was one thing else, it wasn’t Mirabell’s. Because she was an ordinary girl who had not yet awakened as a witch.
What they felt was that of Mirabelle’s mother. Witches are an absolutely unchanging maternal blood relative, so if Mirabelle is a witch, then her mother is naturally a witch too.
The day my identity was discovered.
The escape began in the middle of the night. Mirabelle ran away holding her parents’ hands without knowing why.
However, because the priests had sent communications to nearby cities, the siege had narrowed, and Mirabelle’s mother, realizing that it was impossible for everyone to escape, ultimately chose to sacrifice herself.
To let just the two of them escape while she bides her time.
The operation was a success.
However, Mirabelle’s mother was burned at the stake in front of a large crowd.
‘If you look at it up to this point, it is a story that is quite tearful.’
The problem came after that.
The man, who did not know that his wife and daughter were witches, sold Mirabelle into slavery as revenge for being defrauded of her life.
I cursed a lot about this, asking if I could still sell my daughter. A man named Father or a game company that created tragic pornography.
Let’s talk about it.
A witch who lost her mother overnight, was abandoned by her father, and became a slave.
Mirabelle, the abandoned witch.
This was the approximate story of Mirabell.
“ young and pure white skin. Soft hair the color of the night sky for comparison. I am looking for someone who can save this poor girl who was abandoned by her father. Oh, of course she’s a virgin.”
The host recites Mirabelle’s appearance and adds a description. A slave with a story resonates in the hearts of some sensitive ladies.
To put it simply, it can be said that they are struggling to sell it at a slightly higher price.
“Then the starting bid is 50 gold.”
50 gold.
It’s a cheap price if you know that Mirabelle has magical talent, but no one here knows that. The amount was calculated based solely on her appearance.
Selling a slave who is all about being pretty for 50 gold. There is no such thing as fraud. I decided to have a bite to eat.
“60 Gold.”
“65 gold.”
“I will pay 75 gold.”
But contrary to what I thought, the bids continued to rise as planned by the host. That’s how you make money. I should use it later too. I learned one thing.
“Pay 200 gold.”
At that time, someone offered a much higher price than others.
He was a middle-aged nobleman with a lot of weight. The look in his eyes at Mirabelle, who was extremely fragile, was like the look a man would make when choosing a prostitute at a brothel.
It was dark and glistening with base desires.
“I will pay 230 gold.”
Another person accepts it.
A noble lady wearing a rich dress and covering her face with a fan. She was a person full of maternal love who fell for the host’s emotional selling strategy.
Pig and Maman exchange sharp glances.
“You see that poor girl as a sexual object. Aren’t you embarrassed? Just give up. I will let you live a happy life in my mansion.”
“What are you talking about? Since ancient times, a woman’s happiness reaches its peak when she is under a man’s legs. Pay 300 gold.”
“3, 330.”
“400.”
The pig asked for an amount that was eight times the minimum bid. That amount of money was enough for a commoner family of four to play and eat for several years, so they threw that amount at a mere slave.
It’s like a person who can’t overcome his desires and spends money without knowing how to waste it. Ugh, pathetic, pathetic.
… … .
‘It’s totally me, right?’
It reminds me of the past where I spent hundreds of thousands of won on a gacha to pick a female character. It’s better if it’s reality and I can touch it. I was just a piece of data… .
‘Kaaah fuck. ‘Stop the pack!’
Let’s stop the self-torture from there.
Before we know it, the auction is coming to an end. The lady chewed the fan with her mouth. It was like giving up. It’s not an amount to invest based on maternal love alone.
The man confirms his victory. The corners of his mouth turned up in an ugly way as he pictured the soon-to-be future.
“Then I will pay a thousand gold.”
But what can I do?
There is a reason why I can never give up.
New bidder. That’s more than double the previous bid. People’s eyes were focused on me.
“No, slave reaper Karami?”
“I thought it was pitiful that he was sold to Derbali, but it turns out he was a wealthy merchant, right?”
“I guess so. No matter what, it’s better than dying.”
Well, I didn’t kill anyone.
Please call me a gentleman, not a slave envoy.
The eyes of the man who I was sure I had won trembled in embarrassment as he faced the unexpected ending.
Can you pay a thousand gold for one slave?
One thousand gold is the price of a decent nobleman’s mansion, but not for me.
If you buy a 10,000 won package, you get 1,000 gold and a few goodies on top of it. In other words, a thousand gold to me is less than 10,000 won!
While rationalization is put into full operation using such miraculous calculation methods, the host continues the proceedings.
“1,000 gold has been obtained. Would you like to do more?”
“… … .”
The man eventually also looked away.
The host didn’t even try to hide his smile when the amount reached 20 times the starting price.
“Then the auction ends here! Slave Reaper Karami wins the bid for 1,000 gold!”
People give the girl sad looks, and those who are sensitive even cry. He glares at me as if he were going to curse at me.
So, it’s not a reaper.
***
Mirabel was handed over to the organizer.
Usually, slaves are made to wear magic tools called necklaces of servitude or branded with magical effects, but I didn’t need either.
Because they use the system to make a contract with the soul of a slave. I didn’t know at first, but they said this was magic. Thanks to that, I often hear people ask me, ‘Are you a wizard?’
I guess it feels good to have people look at me with envy. It was something I did not feel when I was working as a slave trader.
I returned to the inn I had booked in advance with Mirabelle. The owner of the inn I encountered on my way in cursed at me with a look in his eyes that said, ‘That bastard of a human being has brought in a slave again,’ but I just ignored it.
I entered the room and sat down on the bed. Inns with soft beds are more expensive than other places, but as someone who lived in modern times, this was something I could never compromise on.
Just pay a little more money.
“There was quite a harvest today.”
Thanks to liberating Narsha in the best possible condition, I received a generous reward and also obtained the Crimson Gem from Count Brian’s family.
Although I spent a bit more money than expected, I also brought Mirabelle. The story cannot be told better than this.
… .
Despite my intention to brighten the atmosphere, there was still a cold air in the room.
Mirabelle was standing there like an expressionless doll. The look in his eyes that touched the air was empty, something that someone with no regrets about life would make.
‘Tsk.’
Well, it has to be that way.
My mother sacrificed herself for her family, but my father sold himself into slavery. You may feel abandoned by the world.
In order to save the poor girl in this world, the first thing I have to do is open her face and let her know that she is not dangerous.
I smiled as kindly as possible.
“Do your legs hurt from standing for a long time? Please sit comfortably.”
I patted the seat next to me, but Mirabelle didn’t move. I raised my hand shyly.
“If you don’t want to, you don’t have to sit.”
“… … .”
Is this conversation or talking to myself? A tightly closed mouth does not want to open.
But I can’t give in here. This is the first step.
“Then let’s at least say Tongseongmyeong. My name is Karami. Everyone calls me a slave envoy, but unlike this name, I am proud to have lived a life of good deeds. So you don’t have to be scared. What is your name?”
“… … No… Yes.”
The first answer given. I asked for his name, but he didn’t have one. I have lived my whole life under the name Mirabelle.
It is hidden intentionally. Yes, that name was given to me by my father. He doesn’t want to use the name given to him by his father who sold him.
“Hmm, there is no name. That’s troublesome.”
“… … .”
“But as a gentleman, I can’t call people Slave No. 1 or Slave No. 2. If I don’t have a real name, is it okay if I use whatever I want?”
“… … .”
Mirabel doesn’t react no matter what I say. Then you have to force a reaction.
“Hmm, which one would look good… . Ah, yes. Mirabell, what do you think of Mirabell?”
Yeah, if you don’t want to talk, don’t talk.
Anyway, your name is Mirabelle.
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