episode_0239
by fnovelpiaMy mind feels heavy, as if it is sinking into the depths of the sea.
I can’t hear anything.
I can’t see anything.
A vague, dry feeling.
Trying to figure out what situation you’re in, but not being able to because you don’t have even the bare minimum of information.
All we can do is wait.
“Everyone, this year’s Slave Carnival is already coming to an end. But the excitement is several times hotter than when it first started!”
Valuable information has arrived.
The man’s voice rang out as if amplified by magic, and a murmur of response followed, like a roundel.
Slave Carnival.
It was a word I knew.
The biggest slave auction in the kingdom held once a year. I met my master there too.
Have you come to follow your master and find a new slave?
I don’t remember that.
“Before we get to today’s main dish, let me introduce the appetizer.”
Rattling!
The bright lights came on.
In the darkness where you couldn’t see even an inch ahead, the light was so strong that it was difficult to open your eyes and see.
I instinctively tried to block my vision, but it didn’t move as I wanted.
Iron griddle.
Metal chains were visible on his thin wrists, indicating that he had not been eating well.
It was a magical tool that suppressed magical power to prevent the use of supernatural abilities.
Why is it filled?
Why are so many people looking at me?
It’s like looking at an auction item.
It was a sight that one would expect to see not from someone who came to buy slaves, but from someone who had been sold into slavery.
When I look around, I see myself on a podium, and the spotlight is shining only on me.
A situation completely unrelated to him unfolded, with Karamira being the absolute master.
But this sight.
Where have I seen this before?
“She has soft, night-blue hair that contrasts with her young, pure white skin. I am looking for someone who can save this poor girl who was abandoned by her father. Oh, of course she is a virgin. ”
This is also a comment I’ve heard before.
Isn’t it similar to your own appearance in the first place?
… .
Oh, I remembered.
The place where I first met Karami two years ago.
It was a turning point that changed his life.
Only then did Mirabelle understand the situation she was facing.
But the situation I understood was full of holes.
I know where I am and why I am here, but at the same time I don’t know why I am here.
He was abandoned by his father and sold into slavery, but was saved by Karami.
As the agent of the messenger, he could not understand why he, who had been assisting Karami, had become an ordinary slave.
Is this a dream?
It’s too vivid to be true.
It’s not like it’s illusion magic because there’s no sense of magical power flowing.
‘Huh?’
I feel no strength in my body.
Magic learned by becoming a magician.
The Book of Omnipotence.
A god of death who always stays by your side like a father.
It’s exactly the same as before I learned magic.
The chains of the soul are gone, and the chains around the neck are gone.
The memories of what happened so far are too vivid to be mere delusions.
To put it in words, it feels like I’ve returned to the past with only my memories preserved.
Regression? Or perhaps a precious first meeting with the owner?
“Then the starting bid is 50 gold.”
The announcer who announces the start of the auction.
A fat man with a mean look and a woman with a pitiful look participate in the auction.
I don’t remember this situation very well.
Because my mother died and I was feeling abandoned by my father, I was in despair.
He had the eyes of a dead man and didn’t care who was buying him.
“Pay 200 gold.”
A nobleman who invests a large sum of money in a girl who has no interest in anything.
I felt disgusted by the gaze that licked every nook and cranny of my body, but I didn’t really care. Because I knew what would happen next.
The happiest moment in Mirabelle’s life, when Karami extends a helping hand.
Mirabelle began to roll her eyes diligently, searching for her master’s figure among the crowd.
No matter how many people there were, finding the owner wasn’t a problem. But Karami wasn’t anywhere to be seen.
‘I guess I still lack practice.’
When I wake up from this dream, I realize I need to practice.
Create a thousand Karami clones and find the real Karami among them.
“400.”
The woman finally gave up on the man’s proposal.
It was definitely here.
This is where Karami comes into play.
‘Please come out and show off your cool side, Master.’
Mirabelle waiting with a smile.
A countdown is running out.
Eventually the number became zero.
“400 gold. This is a successful bid!”
Karami never showed up until the end.
***
The time of the master-slave contract between the slave and the slave buyer.
The person before Mirabelle’s eyes was not Karami, but a man of noble birth who lacked any dignity.
Francis Belmont.
A hobby that involves enslaving and abusing young girls.
If you only hear rumors, it’s no different from Karami, but Mirabelle firmly denies it. She says that this man can’t even be compared to her master.
“Thank you for the good deal, Baron Belmont.”
“Kuhaha, this is it.”
Mirabelle didn’t care what they said.
‘Why didn’t the master show up?’
I had already ruled out the idea that my relationship with Karami was an illusion.
After all, the feeling of being saved isn’t something that can be created by illusions.
So is this another turning point?
“Your Majesty, here are the chains.”
Francis tried to put a red chain around Mirabelle’s neck. Mirabelle sharply struck it away with her hand.
He glared at the Baron with an unpleasant look.
“Don’t fill me with such filth. I am only your slave.”
The Baron and his staff were shocked by the impudent attitude. The Baron blinked several times and then belatedly came to his senses.
Crack!
“Ouch!”
The Baron slapped Mirabelle across the face.
Mirabelle’s small body fell to the ground after being slapped with all her might by a grown man.
Pain so intense that it exceeds the tolerance level actually makes you numb.
Her flushed cheeks swelled up in an instant, and she could taste the pungent taste of blood in her mouth. Mirabelle couldn’t get up, still caressing her cheeks.
“Sorry, Baron. I’m sure he was dying before the auction… .”
“It’s okay. This is how you have fun taming. This is how you buy slaves.”
The Baron smiles bitterly, as if he finds Mirabelle’s resistance to be a good thing. He attempts to put Mirabelle in chains once again after she falls.
“Ugh! Don’t do that! I’m your slave!”
“Yes. From now on, you are my slave, and I am your master. The resistance is strong. Hold on.”
He grabs Mirabelle’s arm, who is struggling to stop him, and holds it above his head.
He places a red chain around Mirabelle’s completely exposed neck.
“No! No! Master! Master!”
“Yeah, yeah. Your voice is really nice. Cry for me from now on.”
I struggled and tried to resist somehow, but I couldn’t shake off the men’s hands.
Crunch.
Gear Comirabel was put in bright red chains.
***
A sweet smell that tickles the tip of your nose.
It was a potent scent that dulled the head rotation and enhanced the body’s sensitivity.
It is mainly used in brothels or when dealing with sex slaves.
Based on her instinctive judgment that it would be dangerous to take on more than that, Narsha forcibly woke up her mind, which was as heavy as lead.
“Here… .”
Narsha checking her surroundings.
There was no need to guess where this was. It was a brothel where a woman had been caught while peddling and sold into prostitution.
‘Why am I here?’
For Narsha, like other slaves, the first possibility that came to mind was a dream.
But the poisonous scent that made people stupid was too vivid to be a dream.
And the current outfit.
Judging from the thin cloth she was wearing, which could be used to entertain guests at any time, it was the time when Narsha welcomed her first customer as a prostitute.
If so, then it means that we are about to encounter Karami.
Am I having this dream because I miss the memories of that day?
I don’t know.
At that moment, the door opened.
According to Narsha’s memory, the person who should have entered through that door was Karami.
“Oh, it’s just as I heard. She’s really Brian’s daughter!”
He was a knight in going-out clothes with a sword on his waist.
“Do you know me?”
“I know. How could I not know Brian Youngae, the next head of the famous Dawn’s Top? I was skeptical when I heard that the new prostitute was you, but I can’t help but believe it when I see it in person.”
The aura that nobles and commoners give off is different.
Narsha’s noble aura, which she had maintained by taking care of her appearance as a noble daughter, could not be hidden even when she wore a courtesan’s hat and vulgar clothes.
“I see you still don’t know men, right? I spent a whole year’s salary to buy your virginity. People around me said it was crazy, but I was right.”
The knight approaches Narsha and looks over her body with a thoughtful gaze.
“You don’t have to be so scared. Even so, I am the white captain of Ashton who is trusted by the lord──?”
As the article continued, the new form of Narsha was drawn.
Narsha jumped out of the bed in an instant and punched the knight in the neck.
“Cough!”
A knight who is unable to react to a sudden attack and allows his vital points to be attacked.
Thud.
Bam.
Narsha quickly unbuckled the knight’s sword and placed the sword on her waist.
The knight who had fallen to the ground looked up without even being able to control his body properly.
“What, what… .”
“What are you talking about? Be loud.”
“What?”
A tone of speech that is far removed from that of a noble lady.
It was a side of Narsha that only Karami knew about, a side that she never showed to others.
“I guess I’ll just gouge out my eyes.”
Narsha looks down at the article with a look of contempt.
There is no personal grudge.
I guess he paid his own price.
But what can I do?
He belongs to his master.
It is an act of blasphemy to look at this body with eyes filled with desire.
And this can’t be real. I don’t know who made this up, but it’s definitely fiction.
So, it doesn’t matter if you beat up the knight or kill him.
Because it’s an illusion anyway.
“I guess I should get out of here first.”
If there’s one thing I realized while attacking just now, it’s that my magical power has decreased and my trained body has returned to that of a soft woman.
But my sense as a prosecutor doesn’t disappear. I can’t help but protect myself.
I’m feeling dizzy from all the useless, realistic scents. I need to get some fresh air.
Narsha, wrapped in a knight’s cloak, opened the door and left the room.
.
.
.
“Ugh?”
Narsha’s spirit flashed for a moment.
I clearly left the room, but when I came to, I was back on the bed. The sword on my waist and the knight who had fallen on the floor were both gone.
After a while, the knight who had fallen came back in, still alive. This time, he coveted Narsha’s body, and was subdued by her.
Narsha left the room once again and returned to the bed as usual.
Time repeats itself.
Infinite loop.
So is there some kind of gimmick that allows you to escape from this room?
Narsha searched the room, killed the knights, and even tried to take her own life, but she always ended up in the same place.
I tried every possible scenario in the small room, but it was no use.
No, the only change.
Even though I didn’t leave the room, I killed the knight and it returned to normal.
There Narsha got a hint.
A room where you can’t leave unless you sell your body.
It seemed to tell me that my fate was to live a miserable life as a prostitute.
“This sucks.”
It was a shit situation.
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