I arranged for a carriage to Libria.
Mirabelle's expression as she climbed into the carriage was puzzled. Even though she can't use magic yet, I'm sure she has a vague sense that she is a witch.
'And the cause of all misery.
But I have no choice but to make Mirabelle a witch in order to free her from the highest status.
In fact, slaves can be freed at any time, with minimal conditions. The minimum condition for such a Mirabelle is to remove the debuff 'Distrust of Man'.
The priests who did her a favor killed her mother, and her only remaining blood relative betrayed her and sold her into slavery.
If you can fix that part and make her normal, you'll meet the requirements for liberation.
But this is tycoon.
Just nori seaweed and rice is gimbap, but the beef gimbap with beef, spinach, pickled radish, and other ingredients is expensive, which is understandable.
I would invest everything I can in the basic base of Mirabelle. I'd invest everything I can in a basic base called a Mirabelle so that I can get generous rewards, use them later, and take them home with me.
The two-wheeled carriage rolls away from the city.
As they enter the woods, the smell of the forest fills the air and you can hear birds chirping. Mmm, peaceful.
Quite a bit.
I think I hear a horse rummaging around, but I ignore it.
Nothing to do on the road. I check the status window for a quick check.
[Name: Karami]
Title: Slave Reaper
Points: 27,000
Titles first.
Titles are actually pretty useless. Sometimes titles have stats attached to them, but at least Taosl isn't one of them. It's a tycoon raising slaves, not an RPG where you get stronger.
But there was an element of mystery. There was no such thing as a "Slave Reaper" title in the game, but people started calling me that and I became a status bar authorized reaper.
Next point.
These are the goods you get when you free a slave. You can buy various items in the shop, but the most useful function is to exchange them for gold coins.
The ratio of points is 1:1 with the original currency.
In other words, it's cash. The gold coins you can buy with points are the same as in real life, so that means you have 2700 gold coins for emergencies.
The next skill is....
[Master of Negotiation Lv.3]
-Makes your words more plausible and convincing.
It's a long-winded explanation, but it's effective: if you say something stupid, the other person will have to think twice about it.
I've benefited from this guy in my life.
The problem is this asshole.
[Possession: Slave Trader]
-Possessed by Karami the Slave Trader. Synchronizing with Karami's soul.
This skill exists because I fear that I, a 21st-century man, will not fit in here, in this medieval mask. People can die in front of you and you'll still say, "Oh, shit.
The problem is that the tone changes. Instead of "Oh, shit," you say something more like, "Oh, shit, you went to see your parents," with a characteristic sinister grin.
"I gave you a lot of trouble for this.
And I will continue to do so.
There was nothing more to see, so I closed the screen. Then I see Mirabelle sitting across from me.
Mirabelle's gaze was fixed on the ground in an oblique trajectory. The clouded expression was not unlike the one I'd first seen in the slave market.
I remembered her reaction when I named her, when I dressed her in maid's clothes, and I thought, "Is it easy?" but it was short-lived. Mirabelle's heart is not easily healed.
But I don't want to leave it that way. A beautiful girl is more valuable when she smiles. As a master, I must make my slave feel better.
"Sitting like that, I can see your panties."
"...."
Mirabelle sighs, puts her thighs together, and looks at me like I'm dirty.
I shrug.
"I bought them for you anyway, and even if you hid them, I already know what color they are and what pattern they are. Haha."
"This is not the same as that!"
Mirabelle screams.
It was the loudest I'd ever heard her voice.
This one looks much better.
This one is TMI, but it's white lace.
"Miss Mirabelle, do you have any questions for me? We're going to be staying together for a while, and it can't hurt to get to know each other."
"For a while...? Not forever?"
"Did you want to be with me for the rest of your life? Shit, I don't like sudden confessions like this."
"...."
"Just kidding."
His expression was so murderous that I felt like I had to apologize here.
"By 'for the time being'... I mean, are you trying to kill me, too, Ju?"
"Kill. What a dreadful word."
"I know all about why you're called the Slave Reaper."
I don't think you do.
"What did you do with all those slaves?"
"When you say slaves, who are you talking about?"
"The Sioux slaves. You bought dozens of them."
"Ah, they, of course I remember them."
How could you not remember them?
My first slaves, my first possessed children, the precious ones who brought me blessings. If it weren't for them, I'd still be working at the inn.
"They sent me to a good place. A much better place than the Kingdom of Troll, I'm sure they're doing well by now."
"Ah...."
"If I went there, wouldn't I be greeted by those who went before me?"
I love this story.
"I'm sure they'd welcome you back, to give you back what you've been through."
"I hope so."
Then maybe I could live happily ever after. Of course, I'd go home.
The carriage rolled for two days after that, and finally arrived in Libria.
***]
"Stop. Do you have something to prove your identity?"
The guard at the gate asks in a bureaucratic tone. I produced my ID card from the Slave Traders' Guild.
"Slave trader... tsk."
The guard's face rots like a dried and twisted apple. It's a familiar reaction, so it doesn't hurt.
"Libria has no place for the likes of you. Get lost."
"As far as I know, there is no rule against slave traders entering the city?"
"How dare you, a slave trader, tell me what the rules are? If you don't like it when I say nice things, get lost. Don't you see the line behind you?"
Poof.
The guard shoves his gauntlet roughly into my chest cavity. My flimsy body flattens like a sheet of paper.
"I'm sick of this.
It's obvious why he's doing this. He wants me to give him money. He wants me to pay back the dirty money I earned inhumanely.
I want to say, 'What, does putting dirty money in your pocket make you clean?
' I want to say, 'No, it won't.'
This is a world of underhandedness. I didn't want to argue with a trained soldier, so I just smiled and patted his pocket.
"I know very well why you're doing this, sir, but what can I do, there's a nobleman in there waiting for me."
"Are you trying to blackmail me?"
"Haha, of course not, it's all about making a living, after all. Here, it's only a little bit, but it's my best gesture. I've made sure to leave enough for your coworkers."
I handed the guard a money bag containing twenty gold coins. His eyes widen as he examines the contents.
A soldier's monthly salary is roughly 10 gold. He's surprised to see that I've paid double his salary for transportation. It's a lot of money, but I have to give it to him so he won't ask for more later.
I don't want to be bothered.
The soldier turned to me in surprise, and I gave him a slight smile.
"May we enter? The nobleman will be waiting for you."
"Uh, uh, no, of course. I shouldn't keep a nobleman waiting. Please come in."
"Thank you."
The guards stepped aside, and I slipped through the gates with an easy stride, my back to them. Mirabelle followed closely behind.
"How much did you pay him?"
"Twenty gold pieces."
"Twenty gold coins?"
Mirabelle folded and unfolded her fern-like fingers, trying to gauge the amount. "One, two, three.... a day," she mumbles, then lets out a new scream.
I smirked at the cute reaction.
"What are you so surprised about, Miss Mirabelle is worth a thousand gold."
"A thousand...."
Mirabelle's expression grew blank at the unfamiliar sum. Her motionless fingers gave up counting, her mind already traveling to Andromeda.
***]
When you arrive in a new city, the first thing you need to do is find a place to stay. It's a waste of money if you don't find a place to stay.
The security is as shitty as South America's in the Middle Ages, so unless you want to die without rats or birds, you shouldn't be homeless.
The inn I found is called the Wizard's Rest, located near the main road. It's called that because it's a magical city.
For reference, I got a double room.
There are two single beds.
If it were just master and slave, I would sleep my slave on the floor in a single room, but who am I, a gentleman among gentlemen. I cannot sleep my lovely slave on the cold floor.
"Miss Mirabelle can sleep in the bed over there."
"Me, too...?"
"Yes. I don't like it when Miss Mirabelle sleeps on the floor.Tomorrow we'll be out and about early in the morning, so don't be too late.Now, I'll go to bed first, I'm tired from riding in the carriage so long."
I took off my shoes and lay down on the bed. I thought I could feel his eyes on me, but they were soon gone as the candle went out.
***]
When Karami and her party were sleeping in Libria.
"Ah, the lady is gone!"
"Where on earth did she go? You were in your room earlier?"
"Narsha, where are you!"
The uproar came from Count Brown's mansion. Narsha, who had returned to the family after a two-year absence, had disappeared during the night. The entire family was once again shaken.
"...."
A tree not far from the mansion. There, in the moonlit night, a woman looked down upon the mansion.
Her name was Narsha Brianne. She offered another inaudible apology.
"Mother, father, I'm sorry."
But she can't imagine life without him.
The world insults Karami as the Grim Reaper, but Narsha knows that he is the opposite of what they say.
And that he's a loner with no one to turn to.
He needs you to stand by his side.