episode_0234
by fnovelpiaSix slaves sat in a circle in the room.
Not flesh slaves, but six slaves.
Needless to say, these are the six people who always follow Karami around.
Although the number of slaves surrounding Karami increases, only these six gather together to hold meetings.
There are many things we dislike about each other, and we often clash with each other.
There was one thing they agreed upon unanimously and tacitly, without even a single conversation.
They alone have the right to decide matters concerning Karami. They do not tolerate interference from other slaves.
Even if you’re a mother.
Even if she is a queen.
Because only they received salvation in the name of complete liberation.
Narsha was the first to open the meeting room.
“Thank you all for coming. My name is Narsha Brian. I am from the Brian Count family and currently run the Sashin Merchant Association. I see that I am the first of all to meet the master.”
A brief self-introduction.
It was also a phrase meant to convey the message to those who were acting presumptuous by calling them seniors, “I’m the most senior, so don’t be bossy in front of me.”
“The reason I asked you to gather today is for this reason. We are all slaves serving the same master, but other than that, we have no connection whatsoever.”
“What are you trying to say, Narsha?”
Narsha clapped her hands in response to Arphia’s question.
“How about taking this opportunity to get to know each other better? That might help you understand a little bit about the reasons for each other’s behavior.”
They are gathered here only to follow their master, Karami; they are complete strangers to one another.
Competitors running towards the same goal of the master’s favor. In other words, it is a structure in which conflict is inevitable.
In order to find a compromise without fighting, we had no choice but to discuss a lot.
No one refused.
Because everyone had similar thoughts.
“Since I brought it up, I’ll go first.”
“Narsha, I have a suggestion for you.”
“What is it, Miss Mirabelle? Would you like to go first?”
“That’s not it, I just think it’s easier to convey my feelings by showing my memories rather than just saying them.”
“Is that possible?”
Mirabelle nodded.
A heavenly oath in the shape of a broom rose in the center of the slaves.
“If you hold this broom and recall the memory, you can regenerate it. Like this.”
A scene floats above the cane. It is a scene of Mirabelle, Naledi, and her father Harold living in a small cabin.
“You can only play back the memories you want.”
“I see. That’s good magic.”
Narsha held the broom and began to tell a story, recalling her memories.
“As I just told you, my name is Narsha. I was kidnapped by bandits and became a slave. I became a prostitute and had to sell my body, but my master saved me.”
She was sold to a brothel and became a prostitute.
Born as the daughter of a count, she was destined to be defiled by selling her family name to men whose names she did not even know.
On the day Narsha welcomed her first customer as a prostitute, in despair over her tragic life, it was Karami who came to see her.
He put outer clothes on Narsha, who was practically naked, and dragged her out of the room.
Karami said this to Narsha, who did not know English.
-I just bought your life. Your talent, use it only for my service for the rest of your life.
What I heard at the time.
The feelings I had at that time.
I don’t forget anything. I’m sure it will all come to mind when I die.
After that, memories of Narsha’s trip with Karami flashed before her eyes like a panorama. Until just before Karami left her side.
After a while the image disappears.
“That’s all for my introduction. Who’s next?”
***
The slaves introduced themselves one by one, recalling their memories.
What chains he was bound by. How Karami brought salvation.
Even people who used to pick fights at the drop of a hat were quiet these days.
Because I know better than anyone how precious it is, I didn’t argue with it or belittle it.
I can understand why you’re so obsessed with Karami. After all, if you receive something like that, you can’t get rid of it even if you tell yourself to.
What they felt was a sense of kinship and, ironically, anxiety.
‘You seem to be on better terms with your master than with me. What if your master likes you more than me?’
Everyone had that thought in their head.
As expected, the woman’s intuition was not wrong. They were competitors who had to be eliminated.
“I know exactly who you are. But is it just me who feels strangely repulsed?”
“That’s a coincidence. I was just thinking about that.”
Elise and Irpia exchanged glances, smiles that smelled like artificial additives.
“How could the Master make you go through such a horrible experience? Isn’t that unworthy of being a slave?”
Elise said as she gave a hint to Lin and Assis.
The two had a history of hurting Karami due to their careless judgment.
Lin, who had nothing to say in return, avoided eye contact, and Assis frowned and stared at Elise.
Elise didn’t care about Assis’ gaze like that. She laughed at him as if it was ridiculous.
“Let’s put off the argument for later, I have something else to say.”
Narsha, who had been mediating the tense atmosphere, brought up the next agenda.
“The master said today. Do not enter the room without permission. He would not say such a thing without a reason… Who came in?”
As she spoke, Narsha glanced at Han Myeong-sik. Mirabel, who couldn’t lie, shrugged her shoulders, and Arphia rolled her pupils to the side.
“Miss Mirabelle and Arphia.”
“I did it too.”
“Where is the fatal slander!”
“I knew that without you saying it.”
“Et.”
If you pick Lynn when an incident occurs, you’ll be right 11 out of 10 times.
“There are three of them.”
“Wait a minute. Over there, there’s something strange about that nun.”
“If you hadn’t caused a fuss, I could have leisurely watched the sleeping Master reflected in the moonlight.”
“… There were four of you. Why did you go in?”
“Let me ask you the opposite. Why doesn’t it go in?”
“Yes?”
Narsha unconsciously questioned the momentum of the brat Rin who came out as a match for the enemy.
Lin set the mood and spoke as if reciting a famous saying.
“Jjuin is there. If so, there is no reason not to go. Or the building owner. Have you never slept with Jjuin?”
“Of course… … .”
Narsha trailed off.
Didn’t you just glance at the memories of other slaves?
Mirabelle in Karami’s arms.
Lin on Karami’s ship.
Arphia and Assis are in the same room.
Elise stayed in a convent, and Narsha kicked her own feet.
Even when they were tied up in an inn, they were given separate rooms because they were nobles and could not sleep with other men.
Why would that be?
I feel like kicking my past self’s butt and shoving him into Karami’s room.
“That’s not the point. Don’t bother the master any longer.”
“What a nuisance. This is the interaction between a master and a slave?”
“I don’t know about that, but Lin can’t sleep without Chuin.”
“I’m embarrassed, but me too… .”
“It is not allowed. It disturbs the master’s sleep. Otherwise, would you disobey the master’s order?”
The absolute command of the master to the slave.
If I mention that, I can’t come out shamelessly.
But it’s not like there’s no way at all.
“Narsha~ Instead of that, how about we decide our turns?”
All we have to do is get Narsha on our side.
“Is it your turn?”
“Yeah. Putting aside the master’s orders, tell me what Narsha honestly thinks. Don’t you want to sleep in the same bed as your master?”
“Shameless.”
“You don’t say no, do you?”
“… … .”
A gap.
A light sparkled in the eyes of the co-sleeping supporters.
“Your turn! It doesn’t seem so bad.”
“I don’t like Lin.”
“Why you again.”
“Rin wants to monopolize Jjuin. She wants to sleep with Jjuin every day. Why does she have to do things like being on duty?”
She had been sleeping with Karami all along. Now, sleeping together only on certain days was ridiculous to Rin.
“Really? Then let’s all go and sleep together.”
Mirabelle accepted what Arphia had just said.
“I think that’s good too! I think it would be so much fun if we all lay down and talk until we go to sleep!”
“Right?”
“When should I go?”
Arphia smiled faintly.
“Right when the word comes out.”
“Arphia.”
“If you don’t like it, just stay here. We’ll be the only ones getting scolded. Got it?”
***
‘Today passed safely as well.’
I lay in bed and stared at the ceiling, wondering if there might be a bat hanging there.
Somehow I feel more chaotic than when I was liberated.
It will be a period of adaptation.
Once this passes, things will be stable.
Time will tell.
As I was thinking that and about to go to sleep, there was a knock on the door.
I have an ominous feeling for some reason.
“Come in.”
Peeking her head through the open door was Lin, wearing cute pink pajamas.
“Jjuin… . I can’t sleep because Jjuin isn’t here. I won’t do anything, so can you let me sleep next to you?”
A listless voice, pitiful eyes.
It’s like a puppy desperately waiting for its owner to come in the rain.
Even though Lin is a troublemaker, I feel bad about refusing if she asks me politely.
◦Come to “.”
Lin ran over and sat down next to me.
It wraps its tail around me like it used to.
Familiar softness and warmth.
I think I’ll sleep well today.
I was trying to sleep with my body resting on my tail.
dripping.
Another knock.
“Come in.”
This time it was Mirabelle who came.
Blue pajamas and pillow.
Similar to Lin, she looks to be in a precarious state.
“What’s wrong with Miss Mirabelle?”
“I can’t sleep well… Can I sleep with you, Master?”
“What about Naredi?”
“Mom, Mom… Oh, Mom, you snore. Seriously.”
How much do you have to snore for it to come to me?
There’s nothing more hellish than when the person next to you snores.
“Mirabelle, please come this way.”
Mirabelle approaches me with hooves like a rabbit and takes a seat next to me.
On the left is Mirabelle, on the right is Rin.
From a fur comforter to a pillow.
I think I’ll sleep better today.
I really need to sleep now.
dripping.
But it seems the world has no intention of letting me sleep.
“… Come in.”
It was Arpia.
“Honey, I can’t sleep because of withdrawal symptoms. My hands keep shaking and my heart hurts.”
“I see. But how many more people are behind that door?”
Arphia looked back.
“Three people?”
That’s all.
Elise, Assis, and even Narsha peeked their heads out. They were all wearing pajamas.
“Are you having trouble sleeping too?”
“I had a nightmare when I was young.”
“It’s cold… .”
When I told him not to come without permission, he actually meant to ask for permission.
“But even Narsha?”
Narsha would never allow me to sleep in the same room as her.
He used to say that it was absurd for a man and a woman who were not married to sleep together.
“That’s… .”
Narsha, who was hesitating and just biting her lips.
“Narsha, you were practicing just a moment ago. Jjuin, I’m so tired. Shouldn’t you do it?”
“When did I ever practice something like that, Arpia! Don’t harm me!”
When Narsha screamed, Arpia, who had a keen sense of hearing, grabbed her ears as if in pain.
Narsha, who realized belatedly that she had made a fool of herself, looked at me and flinched.
“Okay, okay. It’s up to you whether you sleep with the master or not.”
Narsha turns her back and tries to leave.
“Narsha, come to work.”
“But… .”
“Are you going to disobey your master’s orders?”
As I mentioned the order, Narsha reluctantly came into the room. She hesitated for a moment, then quickly climbed onto the bed.
And the remaining three wait for their turn.
I let out a small sigh.
“Come on.”
As if they had been waiting for those words to come out, they all rushed to the bed.
Even if there is a bed big enough to roll around in, it is cramped for seven people.
“Someone might fall asleep.”
“That’s for me.”
Mirabelle magically enlarged the size of the bed. It was as large as the bed of an emperor with dozens of concubines.
I sat with my back against the wall, and the slaves clung to me, taking over each piece of my body.
A mixture of perfume and body odors.
Wherever you turn, slaves look at you with moist eyes.
Even the slightest movement of a finger is noticeable due to the soft sensation felt here and there.
A sight so violent that it stings your conscience.
It’s dangerous in many ways. I couldn’t sleep today either.
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