episode_0015
by fnovelpia“Where did you hide the items? Where did the little guy go again?”
Delophine’s dungeon.
Myra, who claimed to be an interrogator, was interrogating Karami.
A priest of a religious order has a social status higher than that of a nobleman.
The Knights not only did not want to raise their voice with Myra, but also did not know the details of the situation, so they conveniently delegated full authority to her.
“Well. I think I dropped it on the way. They chased me so scary that I was out of my mind.”
“Are you telling me to believe that?”
“If you hit it, your limbs will disintegrate, so how can you not be scared?”
“Eomsal is.”
This human being is so cruel.
A man brought a storm!
In any case, you shouldn’t try to understand the monsters’ way of thinking. At least my head hurts.
With that thought in mind, Karami slumped down on the chair. I sighed and lamented my life.
“Ha, that was very important to me too.”
Karami puts her all into acting. The expression on his face looked as bitter as that of an emperor who had lost the world, so I almost forgot.
“What on earth was that?”
“It was a book. The goblin shaman had it.”
“Is this a goblin shaman’s grimoire? There are often people who have something like that.”
If it was rare, it was rare, and if it was common, it was common.
“But it’s not something valuable enough to risk your life on?”
If you’re a lich, you probably know it’s a goblin. How good would it be to have what goblins have?
It is written in a language that is difficult to understand, and there is a lot of content that is useless even if you take the trouble to interpret it. Even if I sell it, I wonder if they will give me 1 silver or not.
To Myra, Karami seemed like a person who strictly weighed pros and cons, but I couldn’t understand why he got into trouble with the church over such things as miscellaneous things.
“You have to ask the person who made it.”
“Created by? Goblin King? It’s not a person.”
“It can be seen as similar.”
Be it the Operator or the Goblin King.
That’s it.
Myra couldn’t help but laugh at Karami’s shameless attitude.
“By the way, you are really carefree. Usually, when people come in here, everyone says they did something wrong.”
“People who have something to hold back are usually like that.”
“Are you saying that with your own mouth? Slave Reaper Karami.”
“How did you find out that?”
No matter how infamous they are, not everyone in the world knows about a single slave trader. You can recognize them only in places where the slave trade is active. In rural areas like this, even if you tell them that you are a slave trader, all they hear is a joke about what it is.
Myra shrugged as if it was no big deal.
“I did some research. You did something really great in Libria? I heard you came to have a fight with the wizard guild leader?”
“The union leader there was also a person like you. A person who judges strangers with his own narrow perspective and acts first without any distinction.”
“Are you sorry about that? That’s why we still do it through conversation. Even the pretense of pretense is overlooked. If it were someone else, I would have already broken a few fingers.”
“Thank you.”
thank you.
What’s wrong with breaking a finger? Looking at the mighty force he was running with just a moment ago, his head would explode like a watermelon if he just hit it.
After this tension-free interrogation, Myra seemed to have lost her nerve and fell down on the table.
“So you’re not going to tell me what you’re really up to?”
“In fact, the grimoire was given to a slave.”
“Then that’s right. But is that even something great? Enough to leave it to a slave and get caught instead.”
“It’s no big deal. It’s a grimoire related to the soul.”
How else do you know that?
Is this the information power of a slave trader?
When you talk to Karami, questions abound.
“You speak more obediently than I thought?”
“It’s my job to wait until the child learns the magic written in the book. When it’s done, I’ll return the grimoire.”
“When did you know that would happen?”
“It will only take a few days because he is a capable child.”
Karami’s words were tightly bound up with trust. It seems like he is treating his daughter who was raised with love rather than some kind of slave.
“ Looking at it, it seems like they treat me with quite a bit of respect. Why are you killing slaves? Do you have a preference for that kind of thing?”
“It’s not about killing them, it’s about making them free. It would be more accurate to call it a hobby rather than a taste.”
“Trash pervert.”
“… … .”
Karami stopped answering questions that were now too boring to explain. Because I realized a long time ago that even if I told you, you wouldn’t believe me.
I turned my head and looked outside through the iron bars.
I’m worried about the girl who is probably alone by now.
‘You must be doing well, right?’
I have no choice but to believe that I am doing well.
***
A world where even the moonlight is obscured by clouds.
A room without a single ray of light is dark.
As if it were someone’s inner thoughts.
Mirabelle could use magic, let alone candles, but she didn’t think about turning on the light. I just sit there helplessly with my face buried in my knees.
How much time has passed since I entered this room?
I don’t know.
Because solitude makes the passage of time ambiguous.
Mirabelle was accustomed to solitude.
I was alone in the carriage where I was being sold as a slave. I was alone in the cage where I was kept until I was auctioned off.
From the moment I was abandoned, I was alone.
Inside the cage, on an eternity-like time axis, Mirabell vowed not to trust anyone. Because Mirabel was betrayed by her own blood and no one else.
Still, I never got used to solitude. Getting used to it and adapting to it were two different things.
Even if the person you feel longing for is a slave trader.
slaver.
Slave Reaper Karami.
Karami was an unusual person.
Calling out the name that I had declared to throw away from the first moment, it immediately entered my heart. Because of his eccentricity, I was influenced without even having time to come to my senses.
That’s not enough, the owner is imprisoned for his slave. Just thinking about it makes me laugh.
However, the biggest reason Mirabell favored Karami was the shackles on her soul. As long as it’s tied up, you’re not alone.
He said he won’t abandon him if he shows value, so if he’s good to himself, he can stay with him for the rest of his life. There is no need to be abandoned.
Even if it means dying.
Because Colton said so.
What is the owner doing right now?
He will be captured by an evil priest and subjected to terrible torture.
I can’t even eat properly.
I can’t sleep well.
We have to save him as quickly as possible.
Only then will liberation come to you.
Mirabell opened the grimoire. A grimoire full of unrecognizable words. However, for some reason, I could tell what it was about just by looking at it.
As if knowledge was flowing into my head.
From that fragment of knowledge, Mirabelle was able to understand Karami’s intentions. He clearly told me to learn the magic written here and come back.
Heavenly punishment.
That is Karami’s intention.
It meant punishing all those who interfered with the noble plan of liberation.
Karami was commonly referred to as rotten water.
So much so that in our unconscious thinking we confuse reality and the game. ‘If you raise a dog and walk it, wouldn’t it be similar to leading a slave?’ There were very few times when I thought that.
Thanks to playing the game, I learned a lot of information.
I missed a lot of information because I was playing the game.
Even though I was aware that many things had changed now that the game had become a reality, it was impossible to know everything.
The same goes for items dropped by monsters.
For example, if the grimoire dropped by the goblin shaman had a 100% chance of being [Spellbook of Soul], it could now be [57 useful tips for obtaining Mr. Go’s soul☆: Divine Punishment].
Sometimes what you think is obvious isn’t.
Mirabelle, unaware of the details, simply began to learn magic at an unprecedented rate in order to faithfully carry out Karami’s orders.
***
How many days has it been since you entered prison?
It hasn’t been that long.
The sun rose twice, set three times, and rice was served eight times, so three days have passed.
Prison treatment was better than I expected.
When I first became possessed and worked at an inn, I slept on a straw mat in the stable, but here, even though it is cheap, I sleep on a bed.
Where in the world can there be such a comfortable prisoner?
It was all thanks to Myra’s convenience. Because I am very concerned about what happened at the last bar. I am afraid that someone might not be a faithful god, so I plan to repay my debt to the fullest.
It wasn’t a bad thing for me, so I didn’t decline. I’m a person who doesn’t know rejection.
He also said he would let me out soon. It was thanks to him being able to persuade me with his unique way of speaking.
Of course, he said he would check the grimoire, but at this point, it doesn’t matter if it is taken away. Because I took enough time. Mirabelle must have learned at least how to communicate with spirits.
He’s such an excellent kid.
You never know, right?
‘I guess I’ve learned all of the grimoires.’
The journey with Mirabelle is also slowly coming to an end. It’s unfortunate that we broke up, but I still have a long way to go. There is no room for hesitation.
‘Was the next main story slave definitely an elf?’
You bought an elf slave? Are you out of your mind? You don’t have to hear any sound.
Even among elves, he is a low-level character.
I need to make a plan in advance.
That way it goes smoothly like this time.
There was a time when I thought that way too.
The problem began after an unidentified earthquake occurred.
At first, I thought Myra was coming down to the basement again, making noise between floors.
Myra actually came down. But even though she was in front of me, the vibration didn’t go away.
Then what is this?
Is it really an earthquake?
Just as she was thinking about that, Myra’s complexion turned pale and she spoke in a panic.
“Wasn’t that kid an ordinary wizard?”
“That’s right, but why is that?”
“There was an uproar outside because of him!”
Did Mirabelle explode because of her cuteness?
It would have been better if it had been like that.
When I went outside with Myra, there was thunder and lightning in the blue sky, and Mirabelle was at the center of it.
Mirabelle smiles as she looks at me.
“I came to save you, master.”
As Mirabelle said that, her condition had changed.
[Abandoned Witch Mirabelle]
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[Reagent of the Reaper: Mirabelle, Witch of Judgment]
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