Just when everything seemed to be going well, and I thought I was about to live out my isekai fantasy, the bald as-- who bought me, barged into arena by pushing off the guards, and knelt before the king. He declared:
"Your Majesty, forgive my insolence, but these slaves belong to me. According to the law, the wishes you granted to them should rightfully be mine."
Aurelius looked down at him with a smirk and said,
"Is that so? Then let's hear your wishes."
What!? Just like that? Did our fight meant nothing? I couldn't accept this!
As the man was about to voice his wish—"I--" I dropped to the ground in a traditional Japanese begging pose, raised my butt as high as I could, and pressed my forehead to the floor.
"Your Majesty, I've never seen this man in my life!" I declared.
The king raised an eyebrow and asked,
"What do you mean? This man claims to be your owner. Are you accusing him of lying?"
The bald guy glared at me with rage, and I could feel his piercing gaze on the back of my neck, but I didn't care. There was no way I'd let him steal the milf I had just won.
"Yes, Your Majesty, he's a fraud," I said confidently.
The bald guy shouted in fury, "How dare you accuse me of fraud! I've been fighting my slaves in this arena for generations!"
The king looked at both of us with clear disgust and then turned to the other two idiots, asking,
"And what about you two? Are you his slaves?"
Without a moment's hesitation, they both answered in unison,
"I've never seen this man in my life, Your Majesty."
I could practically see the veins popping out of the bald guy's head from his sheer rage. He stood up and began accusing us of lying, shouting and yelling. The king, visibly irritated by his behavior, attempted to force him to kneel with sheer presence, but the bald guy resisted with physical strength, determined not to yield. He was definitely a Northerner.
"So, this is how you behave in my presence? How insolent, for a mere insect," said Aurelius.
Realizing the gravity of the situation, the bald guy finally knelt down.
The king continued, "You claim these slaves are yours. Prove it."
The bald guy looked stressed, and I knew exactly why. I was sure that, just like he did it with me, he had been acquiring slaves without filling out any paperwork.
His voice trembled as he answered, "Th-the brand… They have brands on their bodies marking them as slaves."
"Hmm… is that so?" Aurelius replied, and the bald guy seemed to relax a little.
I interrupted, "Your Majesty… I don't think that proves anything."
"And why is that?" the king asked.
"I could just as easily belong to someone else, or I might simply be some pervert who enjoys branding himself. It proves nothing," I replied.
The king looked at me up and down and then said, "You do seem like the kind of person who would do that."
"Thank you, your majesty" i said,
"Your Majesty, I—" the bald guy started to say, but the king raised his hand and declared, "ENOUGH! If you have documents proving they are your slaves, bring them. Otherwise, I will not allow you to waste any more of my time."
The baldie stood there and couldn't say anything,
The King said, "You will be charged with gold for wasting my time"
Reluctantly, the man apologized, shot a furious glare at me and the other two idiots, and stormed out of the arena.
After the Fight – Satoshi Meets the "Milf"
Satoshi sat in a lavishly decorated chamber, his heart pounding with anticipation. The door creaked open, and in walked the prize he had 'fought' so hard for—a stunning woman with flowing hair, a confident stride, and an aura that screamed perfection.
"Ah, my hero," she purred, her voice like honey.
Satoshi straightened up, puffing out his chest. "No need to praise, milady. It was nothing for someone as capable as me!"
She smiled, but there was something faintly mischievous in her eyes. Satoshi didn't notice.
He reached out to take her hand. "Allow me to—OW!"
She slapped his hand away with surprising force, sending him reeling back.
"Don't be so forward," she said sweetly, though her eyes were sharp.
"R-right, of course, you're strangely strong milady" Satoshi muttered, shaking off the sting. He took a moment to recover before trying again. "I-I just meant to—OW!"
This time, her elbow "accidentally" jabbed into his ribs as she moved to sit down. Satoshi doubled over.
"Are you okay?" she asked, her voice dripping with mock concern.
"Y-yeah," he wheezed, waving it off. "Totally fine!"
He tried once more, this time aiming to place a comforting hand on her shoulder. Before he could make contact, she casually flipped her hair—and somehow smacked him square in the face.
"Seriously!?" he cried, stumbling back.
"Oh dear," she said with an exaggerated gasp. "You should be more careful."
Satoshi rubbed his reddening face, starting to feel like something was off. But before he could dwell on it, he glanced at her chest—because of why not reasons.
"Wait a second…" he muttered, squinting.
Her chest seemed… smaller? No, it was definitely shrinking, right before his eyes.
"W-what's happening!?" Satoshi blurted, pointing in disbelief.
The woman gave him a sly smile, and then—POOF!
In an instant, the gorgeous milf vanished, replaced by none other than *Rosie*, now sporting long blonde hair, and grins down at Satoshi.
"Surprise!" she said, throwing her arms out dramatically.
"R-Rosie!?" Satoshi shouted, his voice cracking.
"Yup!" she said, twirling a strand of her fake blonde hair. "You should've seen your face! 'Oh, my hero! Let me touch your hand!' She mimicked him in a high-pitched voice, laughing hysterically.
Satoshi dropped to his knees, clutching his head. "No… no, no, no… This can't be happening. I fought for you! I risked my life for a—"
"For a fantasy," Rosie interrupted, smirking. "Honestly, you were *so* easy to fool. A little glamor magic, and bam! Instant dream girl."
Satoshi's eyes filled with tears as he pounded the floor. "WHY!? WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME!?"
But Rosie hesitated for a moment, her confident smirk faltering slightly. She turned away, as if embarrassed, and asked shyly, "Why… why are you so obsessed with MILFs anyway? Can't you see I'm attractive too?"
Satoshi looked up at her, tears still streaming down his face, and immediately rebelled.
"You? Attractive? Hah! Who in their right mind would find a flat-chested, thirty-year-old shrimp like you attractive!?"
Rosie's eye twitched. "Flat-chested… shrimp?"
"Yeah! And thirty years old too, i mean it's the only good part but..." Satoshi continued, oblivious to the danger. "What kind of idiot would—"
Before he could finish, Rosie delivered a swift, merciless kick to his nuts.
"*I'm not thirty!*" she huffed, crossing her arms and glaring as Satoshi collapsed to the floor, clutching his injured pride.
"Y-you could've just said that…" he whimpered, tears streaming anew.
Rosie rolled her eyes, muttering under her breath as she stormed out. "Idiot..."
"Damn brat..." he mumbled as he cried.
*Bluuuhghh Trembling Time Skip Effect*
Not even three months had passed, and Satoshi was already neck-deep in horse shit—literally. The army stables reeked worse than his own failures, and every shovel of crap felt like a personal insult from the universe.
"From dreaming of milf harem to shoveling shit at rock bottom," he muttered, flinging the muck aside with a loud squelch. "This world's a goddamn joke."
The city, split into its three districts—nobles, church, and adventurers—was unraveling at the seams. News of a massive wyvern swarm closing in had thrown everyone into chaos.
The adventurers' district was a madhouse of clanging metal and shouting voices. Blacksmiths hammered endlessly, trying to meet the desperate demand for weapons. Mercenaries barked orders, forming ragtag groups, while panicked rookies struggled to keep up.
In the church district, bells tolled like death's own melody. Priests led desperate prayers, their voices barely masking their own fear. Families packed into the streets, clutching each other as if faith alone could shield them.
The nobles' district, though gilded and pristine, was no better. Servants scrambled like ants, dragging treasures into hidden vaults or loading carriages for escape. Behind closed doors, nobles screamed at each other, arguing over bribes, escape routes, and who would be left behind.
That chaos didn't last long.
Alp stormed into the council chamber, slamming the doors wide open with a force that silenced the room in an instant. His sharp, commanding voice cut through the tension like a blade.
"Are you all this fucking pathetic?" he snarled, eyes sweeping over the gathered nobles. "A swarm of wyverns is about to tear through our capital, and all you care about is your gold and your *own goddamn asses*?"
The room was silent, the nobles too stunned or terrified to respond. Alp took another step forward, his boots echoing ominously against the marble floor.
"I've stationed my soldiers at every single exit," he continued, his voice cold and unyielding. "If *any* of you tries to flee—*any* of you—I will have my men shoot you down like the spineless cowards you are. No warnings. No exceptions."
The nobles exchanged panicked looks, some opening their mouths to protest, but Alp's blazing glare shut them up before they could utter a word.
"So here's how it's going to go," he said, his tone sharp enough to draw blood. "You're going to keep those mouths shut, those wallets open, and put every last coin into defending this city. You want to live? Then start acting like it. Otherwise, I'll make sure the wyverns aren't the only thing you have to fear."
Without waiting for a response, he turned on his heel and stormed out of the room, his crimson cape billowing behind him. He climbed the tallest tower in the city, eyes fixed on the horizon as the dark, winged shapes of the wyverns loomed ever closer. From here, he would direct the defenses and ensure no one dared step out of line.
Back in the stables, far removed from the action, Satoshi leaned on his shovel, staring at the same ominous horizon. He sighed, sweat dripping down his face as the chaos of the city echoed around him.
"Yeah, this is just perfect," Satoshi muttered. "That little shit from the village—the one I thought was just some punk. Turns out he's the youngest prince. And me?"
A horse neighed loudly, as if mocking him.
"Shut the hell up, "Satoshi snapped, glaring at the animal. "At least you get to eat for free..."