29-Years-Old Bachelor Was… Brought to a Different World to Live Freely

I decided to see the Fourth Wall under construction before heading outside the wall.

The height of the fourth castle wall during construction is approximately 12 m. I can't imagine how much the total extension surrounds the Wang capital Alphen.

I do this almost manually, so when I looked at how much money and effort was put into it… I noticed people on the construction site who obviously didn't think they were manual workers.

That's not one or two either. If you look closely, you'll be there.

Seeing that you have something that looks like an activator, is that a wizard? Apparently, he's applying ground magic to help build it.

"Hmm..."

Use the magic eye to observe the condition.

Apparently, they apply the magic of dirt walls to fill and secure between the piled stones and stones.

The magic of dirt walls isn't just dirt, they make hard walls like cement. I'm not even scared enough to slash you a little with my sword, that.

But I see this seems like a pretty good move. Let's remember.

"It's big."

"I wonder what this wall envisages to protect the city from."

Is there a war between humans, or is it against demons?

The kingdom of Calendil seems to have nothing to do with wars between humans, and the demons seem to be the only ones in the woods or in places where human development has not been reached.

"Probably for the next flood! Will you make it?"

"Flooding?

The Great Flood is said to be a phenomenon in which demons overflow from every realm in which demons live.

They occur at intervals of 10 to 20 years.

"It was there when I was a little kid, too. I wasn't sure then, but the samurai were crying. I also remember the number of soldiers defending the Royal Palace dropped. I'm sure he couldn't lose his family or come back from the battlefield. I noticed that a long time later."

"Is that happening... when did it happen before?

"Twelve years ago. It's not strange when there's a flood."

However, it seems that when there is a great flood, a trust is awarded by God.

It also seems inappropriate how much respite the temple will take, but as far as the precedent goes so far, do you think there will be a respite for at least a month or so?

"Even when it comes to flooding, the scale is different depending on the location. It can be discouragingly few or horribly many. During the last flood, there was a massive demon attack on Alphen, the king's capital, causing a great deal of damage."

Is that why the Fourth Wall was built?

If you have an event like that, you still have to be as strong as you can be.

Outside the walls seemed truly chaotic.

I have the impression that it has further cluttered the market I stopped by earlier.

If you put it in the back road a little, the floater-like people may sit powerless, or the cleric-like people may be making a Tsujitsu theory.

I don't know if he's a bard or an adventurer, but some of them are singing while playing instruments. You look like an adventurer.

"Delicious, what meat is it?

"Hmm... is that a bird?

The two of us twist our necks while eating the skewers of the meat we were selling in the open air.

The texture feels like scissors. If it wasn't a bird, I'd say reptiles or frogs. I've never eaten before, but I've seen that on the internet.

When I asked, it was a big lizard meat with as much as a hug called a forest lizard. Does it have a lower flavor or is it salty and delicious?

Marr didn't look particularly concerned when he heard of lizard meat. Well, demonic meat usually comes out as an ingredient.

Still, it's a flavor of the journey to pound your tongue on ingredients you've never eaten in your homeland. Let's eat a lot without fear.

"This is... ugh!

"Let's go, Mr. Tysi, there's nothing for you here!

I reached Whorehouse Street while I was walking flunky, but Marr pulled me around and passed me at an awesome speed.

Ha ha, don't worry so much because I'm a mare.

Excuse me, just... no, I was pretty interested.

I can't help it, I can't help it.

Marl's discreet and beautiful tits are good, but sometimes I want to experience the big, puffy tits as well.

Marl flanked me when I was thinking about that. Sarsen.

"Our slaves are healthy and resilient! If you want a combat slave with combat skills, be sure to look at them!

"What do you say? The daughters we're dealing with, they're all granulated, right? Every daughter is a virgin!

"The slaves handled by our Chamber are calculating into reading and writing, tapping into the hearts and minds of service. Yes, of course, Ga has also planted it. Come here..."

We reached the slave market, the most chaotic place outside the wall.

Various slaves are bought and sold here, and various dewstores surround the slave market in search of customers who come to buy slaves again.

Who sells piercing clothes and sandals to wear to slaves who have just bought them, who sells food and drinks. Some of them were in the business of doing the magic of purification to get a commission.

The magic of purification seems to be treasured because it smells like it could have been anywhere.

Slaves sold were also varied, including combat slaves to take as a gift of adventure, servants to let them take care of themselves, and labor slaves engaged in farming, etc.

Slavery has been widely used in the past, even in the former world. But at least in my lifetime, it was broken down as barbaric and a trample on human rights.

I was shocked by the fact that people like me were actually being bought and sold like things in front of me.

I knew it as knowledge.

For example, slaves and the existence of a slave market dealing with them often appear in works on the subject of fantasy, and I have heard several times about the existence of slavery even since I came to Erialdo.

In the city of Crossroads he even actually looked at the people he thought were slaves.

But it was too shocking to see slaves actually being bought and sold.

"Mr. Tysi, are you okay?

Marl looks worried and peeks into my face.

"Oh, I'm fine. I'm just a little shocked. In my world, slaves were bought and sold, and they were cut off as abominable evils."

They can be adventurers who have broken themselves in debt, daughters of merchants who have been put up for sale for failing to do business and carrying huge debts, or children who have been sold from the countryside for lip service.

It can also be a criminal slave who commits a crime and is dropped into slavery.

They are bound by the dominant magic of slaves and bought and sold as things.

"If you don't feel well, let's go home. Impossible is not good."

"No, I'm fine. If this is the normal thing to do in this world, you can't avoid going through"

Yes, you've decided to live in this world, so you have to be tolerated, no matter how shocking.

In the world where I lived, even if something like that appeared in the game, it was accepted as such. That's what it is.

I took Marl around looking at the slave market.

The condition of slaves varies.

The healthy, the frightened, the powerless as if they had given up everything, the sick and still dying.

Men and women have nothing to do with it. However, there are still many young people at their age.

Young overall, though not exclusively, combat slaves, slaves who can read, write, and calculate.

The lower the price, the cheaper it seems, and vice versa, even if it is too old.

Twenty gold coins in a service slave of about fifteen years of age with no particular skills. Tenacious combat slaves who are likely to be instant fighters will also have fifty gold coins.

Slaves who are physically disabled or ill are priced only as a discard. If the slave trader sells it, he'll think about it.

And criminal slavery is cheap. I wonder how few people buy criminals, though they tie them up with the dominant magic of slavery.

"Mr. Tysi, I'm eager to see, do you buy slaves?

"... no, it's the first thing I see, so I'm just getting interested. I'm not buying anything."

My eyes nailed to one criminal slave.

The pitch-black hair, which was like darkness, became dusty and bulky, and the eyes, which were gleaming like an obsidian knife, clouded in despair. Beauty was dull with despair and fatigue.

Hold her knees like a child, nothing in her vain eyes, and she's just there.

Marr noticed how I was doing and followed her gaze and admitted what she looked like.

"That guy..."

Fram-Forseth, a former assassin with an unusual appearance, was there.

"Is that the woman? Your eyes are high, sir! I just recently purchased a slave! It doesn't look good right now, but it's pretty good. He's a little unresponsive, but he's got combat skills."

"How much?

I don't know why myself, but I was immediately speaking to a slaver selling flam.

Marr leans on me without saying anything like that, just watching.

"Thirty gold coins, it's a bargain, isn't it?

Sure, as a combat slave, it's broken. But too expensive as a criminal slave.

"Don't blow it, that woman would be a criminal slave. From what I've seen, there's no hegemony, I doubt we can even fight. Ten gold coins."

"Oh, come on, sir, that's not going to talk boulders. It's that upper-ball, a delicacy not only as a combat slave but also as a sex guy. How about 25 gold coins?

"I don't care how you attack me at that rate, it's not going to ring. Even if it looks good, it won't be the same as a doll. Gold 15"

"Okay! All right, man! Twenty gold coins! I can't take this any further!

As far as the slave market goes, I think it's still expensive.

But good. I took that woman... what? Why are you trying to buy it?

Guilt? No, let's not think deeply. I would buy it because I wanted to, that's all.

I give the slaver twenty gold coins in instant gold.

"All right, all right, well, I'm gonna need a drop of your blood right here on this contract."

I check the contents of the contract that the slaver took out. Looks like a contract for possession of slaves.

If I catch the content easily, it seems I have to provide her with food and clothing instead of being the owner of the flam.

Slaves are absolutely obedient to the Lord's command. Any action harmful to the Lord by the effects of slave magic is forbidden, and if the prohibition is broken, the effect of slave magic leads to death in the worst case.

Fram, a criminal slave, is obliged to follow if I seek sexual intercourse. If you also refuse to do so, you will be deemed to have broken the ban.

Others are detailed, but this is more or less the case.

"Is my husband new to buying slaves?

"Oh."

"I thought so, because people who are used to buying don't check contracts so enthusiastically. But it's a good thing. Sometimes there's a bad slaver."

"Be careful."

I cut off my fingertips with a hunter knife and drowned blood on my contract.

Blood creeps into the contract and glows faintly. This seems to have terminated the contract.

"Take me to this slave market or the bureau when you no longer need slaves. They're gonna buy us out."

"Oh, okay"

The slave trader walked to the flam and took off the chain that was attached to his collar and brought him here.

Flam is urged but rises as he leans down and is taken here by a slave trader to flutter.

"This husband is your husband. Do your best."

That's what the slaver says and sticks the flam out in front of me.

For the first time here, Flam looked up and saw my face.

Eyes that were cloudy in despair are opened wide and stained with the colour of fear.

"Hih, hih... no..."

The flam peels and retreats. He hasn't had a rough phase.

I approach the flam and force it to stand and perform the magic of purification.

She became beautiful so that she could see the dull dark hair differently, and she could also see her dusty face.

"Follow me."

"Yes, no... ugh!?

You decided you refused my order, and it looks like the magic of slavery inflicted pain on Flam.

I attract the flam and whine as I say.

"I won't do anything wrong, just follow me. All right?"

Flam nodded gawdly with a pale face at my words. Her face, with tears in her eyes, looks somewhere young.

"Mr. Taisi, let's buy a coat and footwear at the store over there"

"Oh, we're cutting up today and going back to the mansion"

"Yes."

We bought a hooded coat and quality sandals for Flam and left the slave market behind.

"Mr. Tysi, why did you take her...?

That's what Marl asked me about coming into the new town from outside the walls.

For some reason, I cannot give a clear answer.

"You have the strongest guilt. It was a little, no, it was pretty crazy then, because I did terrible things. I haven't been particularly concerned since, and I actually forgot until I saw it today. No, you were trying not to think about it."

That said, I sigh and glimpse behind me.

The flam is a slightly dangerous foothold, but it was following closely behind.

"I have enough sinners and hypocrites. I have other plans to use it as a force, or to remind you of the crazy pleasures of that time."

I look back on what I did after I defeated the assassins, and I get a headache.

I've put a lid on my memory so I don't think about it as much as possible. I wanted to forget I played that lunatic.

I bought a flam and tried to make amends by protecting it generously. While I'm at it, I think I'm going to throw up.

Besides, there are aspects of expecting that one-sided pleasure-grabbing outrage, so it can't end.

"You make me a little jealous"

All of a sudden I doubted my ears at Marl's words. I don't know what that means.

"Isn't Mr. Tysi just thinking about that guy right now? That guy's the first woman to get that black desire from Mr. Tysi, isn't he?

"Oh..."

"Mr. Tysi loves me and adores me, but you've never consciously pointed that kind of beastly desire at me. It's kind of regrettable to think that that guy has a monopoly on that part of Mr. Tysi. When I first started drinking, I just lost my identity."

I don't feel like Marl has anything to say or understand, but I wonder about that.

I look back again, but the look on Flam's face couldn't hide in the hood and peek.

My conversation with Marr would have sounded flammy too, but I don't know what she thought.

"Welcome home! Dear Hall! Uh, who's that?

Returning to the mansion, Mabel, who was just cleaning the hall, greeted me with a radiant smile.

Not sure how to answer Mabel's question. I haven't completely sorted it out yet.

"It's a slave I bought in the slave market, but I'm sorry, but treat me as a guest. Ask them to take a bath and prepare a meal."

"Yes!"

Making noises with patties and mabels buzzing. That little animal-like feeling is kind of sweet. Don't let your standing heart heal you.

I encourage the flam and lead him to the bath. Marl followed along.

But I came to the stripper and got in trouble. I don't feel like it's a good idea to take my eyes off him, or let him in alone.

Not sure what to do, Flam began to take off his clothes voluntarily.

Not as beautiful a body as Marl.

You can see scars all over your body, or something that looks like a burn, whether it was magically applied.

But the supple limbs had an even proposition, and the rich breasts had made up for it and given her extra charm.

The naked flam slowly approached me with a vain look on his face and began to take off his clothes.

When I stop that hand, it gives me a strange look.

"I'm good, soak up and let go of my fatigue. I don't want you to die on your own."

Flam nodded cocklessly at my words and took a bath with a fluttering foothold.

I see it, and Marl pushes me around and tries to kick me out of the strip.

"Because I'm coming in with you. Please come back later, Mr. Tysi."

That being said, Marr shut the stripper door tightly.

I was a little worried, but there is some slave magic and rarely will it happen.

I threw myself straight out onto the couch in the living room and just waited for time to pass.

After plenty of an hour or so, Marr and Fram came up from the bath.

Marl, who sits flam in a chair and carefully wipes his dark hair.

I'm taller in flam, but it's strange because when I see flam being wiped of my hair while it is being done, for some reason, Marl looks like my sister.

I watched the two of them vaguely, not just doing anything.

Hi. I can't get my head straight from earlier. I kind of feel like drinking asexually, I haven't even tilted the day yet.

"Mr. Tysi?

"... hmm? Yeah, what's up?

Soon they finished wiping Flam's hair. Marl was peeking into my face with a worried look.

"We're taking our seats off, so try talking to Mr. Flamm a lot. I'll be nearby. Call me if you need anything."

When Marr said that, he sat Flam next to me and took Mabel out of the living room to the dining room.

No matter what they tell you to talk about, what do you want me to talk about?

Am I supposed to apologize? I feel something different.

"There's nothing wrong with you."

It was Fram who broke the silence.

"I, we aimed for your life and lost. Even if they kill us all, nothing, nothing to complain about... Huh!

That's all she said, she cried as she leaned overwhelmed.

I can't even hold that shoulder. Because I didn't seem to have that right. I guess it's on my own to do anything more than the other guy is a slave, but I couldn't.

"If only you'd killed me then too... why, just me... ugh! Ugh... ugh, wow!

Flam cried.

My people were killed in front of me, and I was the only one who survived.

I don't even hate dirty work, for being dumped by a country that gave everything away.

To be cursed and abandoned for uselessness by my father, who was a family member and a boss.

"Why! Why didn't you kill me then!? If you kill me then, if only you kill me! I didn't have to think like this! Guh, ahhh!

Slap my chest plate while Flam is annoyed by the magic of his slaves.

Over and over again. And weakened with my chest like a thread cut off.

Seeing you exhale rough, it doesn't look like you're dead or fainted. I guess I simply can no longer endure the pain inflicted by the magic of slavery.

I don't know what to say, but nothing comes up. It's coming out of my throat, but it's not coming out like I caught it.

I could somehow imagine what Fram had been through from the end of the word.

Think about what went wrong.

The military sent an assassin squad for fear of my power to try to kill me.

I didn't want to die, so I took back the assassin squad and killed everyone but Flam.

I devoured the flam as I sought for fear, desire, beastiality, excitement and frenzy.

And I threw it away.

Yes, I threw it away. I just scattered it without taking responsibility and threw it away.

I put a lid on it so that I could not see it by abandoning the evidence of madness that I had devoured unbroken.

Like putting a lid on a smelly object.

At the end of the day, I guess that means I didn't do my duty by devouring only the rights of the winner.

I didn't kill them all. I treated you a little rough, but you let him live.

I wanted to create such an escape route.

Oh, my God, I suck at this. It's going to make me laugh through the nausea.

That's when I should have killed Flam.

"It was my fault. I only devoured the rights of the winner and didn't do my duty. I'm a coward scumbag. You can blame me."

That's what I said, I stroked Flam's head. I kept stroking.

Flam was whimpering his hot tears all over my chest for a while, but in the meantime he became quiet.

I slept in peace with my face.