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Chapter 18 - I freed you from slavery, so why are you coming after me? 18

Throwing off Mirabelle's shackles, Karami strode nonchalantly past her and began walking.

Mirabelle stood there, dazed as if she'd been hit with a hammer, barely able to keep her wits about her. Run to Karami--

She went to pick up the shackles first.

I need to pick up the shackles, but I have no hands.

In my right hand is my staff.

In his left hand, a halberd.

Even as she thinks, Karami is getting farther away.

Mirabelle tossed the grimoire aside, grabbed the shackles, and then caught up to Karami, who was still walking.

"Master? Master?"

I call out again and again, but he doesn't stop.

I try to block his path, but he passes me by.

The dream of freedom slipping away.

The anxiety of being alone again.

The tiny spark of fear spreads uncontrollably and consumes the soul. The blood drains from my face, and my white skin turns pale like a corpse.

As her vision darkened, Mirabelle realized that something had gone terribly wrong.

"Master-!"

She tries to run once more, but falls flat on her face. Throwing everything out of her way, she wrapped her arms around Karami's waist and clung on for dear life.

"Master, I was wrong, I won't do that again!"

"No, you can do whatever you want from now on, you're not my slave anymore."

"No! I'll be your slave! I'll be a good slave! I'll listen to you from now on!"

But Karami won't stop.

Mirabelle, who is being dragged away, pleads through her tears and snotty nose.

Is that really the girl who was on the verge of disaster?

As if she had been abandoned by her parents, even those whose lives were threatened looked at her wistfully, clicking their tongues.

"I'm sorry, I was just trying to be pretty, I won't be so presumptuous in the future!"

"...."

"Please don't leave me, I don't want to be alone again!"

And those words came out of Mirabelle's mouth.

Towering.

Only then did Karami stop walking and turn her head to look back at Mirabelle, who was hanging at a 45-degree angle from being dragged along. She looks up at Karami.

Their gazes met at an angle.

"Are you sure you're going to listen to me?"

"Black... yes, off. I'll listen, I'll listen."

"You won't use magic against me?"

"I won't."

"Do you promise?"

"Promise, hmph.... I promise...I promise."

Karami pushed Mirabelle to stand upright and bent her knees. She stuck out her pinky finger.

"Promise."

"Hey, promise."

"Seal."

"Do, seal."

"Sign."

"Sign...?"

Only then did Karami give a small smile of satisfaction.

"Well, if that's the way it is, then I can't help it. Very well, I'll give Miss Mirabelle the benefit of the doubt just this once."

"Go, thank you, ah...."

Karami waves lightly to Myra, who watches from afar. Myra watches in shock, her eyes wide with shock.

Karami, meanwhile, breathes an inaudible sigh of relief.

"Wow, this works.

Mirabelle's awakening as a witch at this point was completely unexpected, making it virtually impossible to stop her rampage.

If this were a game, it would be game over.

But this is real life.

You don't have to act within a certain framework. You can have infinite interactions with no limits.

If something happened that didn't happen in the game, you could just use a means that didn't exist in the game.

What I came up with was a unique characteristic of Mirabelle itself.

[Mirabelle, the Banished Witch]

Having already been abandoned, Mirabelle's dependence on her master is as high as a drill.

It takes a considerable amount of time to build up to that level of affection, but for some reason, Mirabelle's affection for me is already there, so let's take advantage of it.

Operation Name.

-Mirabelle stays here, you go.

As soon as I implemented the plan, Mirabelle reacted immediately. When she fell, it was like my heart broke.

I almost couldn't resist picking her up. It's a miracle I held it together.

I checked Mirabelle's condition. Her maid's uniform was dirty with dirt, and her face was covered in bodily fluids. I smiled bitterly and brushed the dirt off.

Next, I pulled out a handkerchief and held it to Mirabelle's nose.

"Phew, do it."

"Hmph!"

"Right, the other side too."

"Hmph!"

Swoosh.

When I was done, I folded the handkerchief neatly and put it in my pocket. I'd have to wash it later. It would hurt too much to throw it away here because it was dirty.

I wiped away the last of the tears, and only then did Mirabelle look more like herself.

Her eyes were still bloodshot and red, and she still snorted, but she was so pretty, it wasn't a drawback. It just made her more protective.

'Now I have to clean up my act....'

I don't know where to start, but we'll just have to take it one step at a time. I'm about to return to the person who's watching our backs.

Bam.

Mirabelle tugged at my sleeve.

"What's going on?"

"Uh, this...."

Snorting, Mirabelle held out the shackles with a shaky hand. It was shiny, as if she'd cleaned it of dirt.

A sign to refill it. I thought about taking this opportunity to get rid of it, but it was too precious to let her have it.

In the end, I placed the shackles around Mirabelle's neck once again, and she fumbled with them to make sure they were secure. Only then did the trembling stop.

I calmed Mirabelle down, took her back to the people, and apologized. Mirabelle bent 90 degrees at the waist.

"Sin, I'm sorry. I won't be a troublemaker next time."

"Trouble...? This...?"

People stare at me in disbelief. Like, is this real.

Well. It's a mess, because a whole city would've been wiped out by now, just a few buildings blown away.

Mirabelle apologizes, but her cuteness is apparently not enough to resolve the situation. Their eyes are all murderous.

It's up to me, the master, to step in.

"Wow, I never thought my slave would be so talented with magic."

"Is that what you call it? How the hell are we going to fix this mess, even with your lives?"

The lord of Delopin shouted, spittle flying.

He patted Mirabelle's head reassuringly as she cowered like she was about to crawl into an anthill.

"Let us first assess the damage, and then we can discuss how to repair it."

"Okay...."

The lord left a handful of men to keep an eye on us, and put the rest of his men to work assessing the situation. It wasn't long before they returned with a report.

"As far as we can tell, the damage is mostly property, and it's safe to say there were no casualties, which is a stroke of luck."

Perhaps it was Mirabelle's control in the midst of the rampage.

It's Mirabelle's way of thinking that innocent people shouldn't be harmed, even if it means killing her father.

"The problem is the wizards... they don't seem to be getting better, even with treatment, so I think their souls have escaped."

That was a real soul.

I told you to learn the magic to communicate with spirits, and you've been learning how to extract them? You're growing up fast, but you always exceed my expectations.

I would praise you, but alas, this is not the time.

"Miss Mirabelle, what did you do with their souls?"

"Go, keep them, I intend to free them when my master orders me to...."

Freeing their souls means they die.

The child says such murderous things so casually.

Who taught him this, Wen.

"Can you put it back?"

"Here, hold on...."

Mirabelle moves her hand, and spirits pop out of thin air and flow into their respective bodies.

"Uhhh...?

With that, I can TS as a beautiful girl?

Can I ask for it?

As I was thinking about this once-in-a-lifetime question, the people who had fallen down began to wake up one by one. They looked around with dazed expressions, wondering if their minds were still intact.

"What was that... what was that?"

"I was flying, fluttering through the sky like a free bird...."

"Alas, all that studying I've been doing in my alcove has been for naught. I'll have to start over. The subject is... yes. Liberation."

The mages look as if they've just gotten a fresh start. Some even shed a tear.

Their eyes widen to the point of bulging, and they kneel before Mirabelle.

"My child, where did you learn such magic?"

"Kid, why don't you walk on me one more time, and if you want money, I'll give it to you!"

"Me too, once, oh, no, twice!"

What a bunch of magic-crazed people. They should have disembodied me for life.

At least I wouldn't blame Mirabelle for losing her soul.

Mate.

Confusion.

I clapped my hands to get their attention.

"All that's left is property damage."

***

I placed the pouch of gold coins in front of the lord.

The lord opened the pouch and checked its contents, his eyes darting between the pouch and me. So fast I could see the afterimage.

"Hey, what's all this?"

"Two thousand gold coins. That should be enough to compensate the victims."

I currently have 21,000 points left.

I think I had about 27,000 when I left the kingdom, but after buying items and eating at expensive inns, I quickly lost them.

'The items are still good, but they're expensive.'

Spending 20,000 points in such a situation is a painful expenditure, but saving money here is a waste. It's a waste of money to try to save it.

Give her a lot more money than she deserves to force a settlement.

It's your job to take responsibility for your child's behavior, and you'll get a lot of points for freeing Mirabelle, so consider it an investment.

I'll have to save some money until then.

"This, this is enough to... well, repair the damage."

A lord who stammers.

You seem to want something, but I can't read your mind.

"The extra gold coins are yours to spend, I'm sure you'll use them as you see fit."

"Hehe, you know what you're talking about. Well, if you say so, I won't refuse. I'll put it to good use."

The lord chuckled and stroked the bag of gold coins like a baby.

That was 95% of the way through the apprenticeship.

Time to breathe a little.

I walked around Mirabelle and the manor.

Mirabelle hung her head low like a sinner, as if she felt bad about spending my money.

"Sin, I'm sorry. Because of me...."

"Haha, it's okay, it's only a few dollars, and Miss Mirabelle is worth many times more than that."

"But I have two, two thousand gold coins...."

"Hmph, that's okay."

Mirabelle's guilt is not easily erased.

As she salivated and thought about what to do, she had an idea.

"Miss Mirabelle, don't you ever wonder, when you're with me, if there's a pouch of gold that pops up out of nowhere, when there's obviously nothing there?"

Mirabelle nodded, thinking about it.

"It's a secret I keep to myself, Miss Mirabelle... but I actually know how to use money-copying magic."

"Moneybags magic?"

"Yes, watch closely."

I held up my empty hand in front of Mirabelle and clenched it into a fist. When I opened it again, a gold coin appeared in my empty hand.

"Wow...!"

"See, I have magic that allows me to create gold coins at will, so-"

With all my might, I threw the gold coin far away.

Money like my fucking blood.

But I'll take it for Mirabelle's care.

"It means there's nothing wrong with throwing it into the air like this, so Miss Mirabelle doesn't have to feel sorry for herself. Smile. I like to see my slaves freed with a smile on their faces."

Mirabelle nods. Mirabelle's expression relaxes, thanks to the gold coin's magnificent sacrifice.She smiles shyly.

"I've memorized where it flew.

Before I go pick it up.

I take care of one last thing.

I retrieve the tome Mirabelle dropped. It turns out it's a spellbook of immortal souls.

I flip through the pages and see a drawing of a goblin-like creature manipulating a thunderbolt on a mountain.

"Do you know what this book is?"

"It's a book on how to obtain the soul of the late teacher."

What?

What book?

As Mirabelle continues to explain, she gives more details about the book. [The name has changed from "The Goblin Shaman's Tome of Magic" to "Teacher Ko's Tome of Magic".

Mr. Ko?

"Who are you?

A goblin teacher?

It was a completely different item with the same shape. This is why Mirabelle awakened as the Witch of Judgment.

It was my fault for letting her read it without checking it out. I'll give you two bags of slime fries later.

If I'd been more careful, I could have gotten in trouble. This dangerous garbage belongs in someone else's pocket. Give him a Mirabelle and he'll run away again.

"Priest Myra. Here's the tome you're looking for."

I look for Myra, not my pocket... but Myra. She's been beaten to a pulp by Mirabelle.

"Hey, Priest. You've been through a lot with my child. I don't think this will be enough for one meal."

I addressed Myra in my usual sassy manner. Myra's expression, which would normally have been one of amusement, turned serious.

Ominous.

I have to go retrieve the gold before someone picks it up.

"Priest?"

"You...."

Myra frowns and glances over. Mirabelle next to me, to be exact.

"Are you a witch?"

I reach for the coin.