Okay, a little longer, but let's seed it.

First, I submitted a copy of the Slave Shop Accounting Book to the Merchant Guild. for charges of tax evasion, of course.

The only way to be independent of Marc is because in me I thought it was best to strip Marc of his management rights.

The details of the inconsistent parts of the income and expenditure calculations were somewhat uncomfortable if the experts looked through.

It was the guild clerk who didn't take "child mischief" seriously at first, but when I let him scratch a few articles of commercial law, he suddenly got a serious look that he might be a merchant in front of him, and the clerk disappeared into the back.

Eventually, by the time I got back, the official was enough to invite me to the private room in the back, saying, "Please answer some other questions."

The Merchant Guild gave a brief overview.

However, it is difficult to identify the flow of funds, and this' copy of the accounting book 'also lacks the ability to prove it (only the copy could have been made up by me, if you brought me a real accounting book for the slave store, which seems to mean), which led me to conclude that it would be difficult to press charges immediately.

I put the conversation on hold there once.

So it is the appearance of Arioshung.

Meena said, "Tell Ariosh Ong, the head of the Adventurer Alliance, 'There's a Witch of Dreams'. According to the announcement, that will solve it".

Witches of Dreams, as the word indicates, Meena is capable of 'dreaming of what's going to happen first'.

And the word 'witch of dreams' worked immensely.

Speaking of the word 'Witch of Dreams' to the receptionist of the Adventurer's Guild, after instructing you to wait a moment, I immediately interviewed Arioshuong (there was also a slave trader named Miloir on his side).

"Hmm. If so, there is no other way to regard Marc the slaver as the perpetrator of the crime."

"Is it the current offender? For example, how do you tailor an active offender?

"The first would be the crime of deliberately attempting to traffick a witch, Meena Serianslope. Human trafficking in witches is prohibited by the Oasis Act. I mean, if there's even evidence that Marc tried to" traffick Meena Celianthrope while she knew she was a witch, "they'll keep catching her."

"But Marc is the guy with no loopholes. It's possible to move in a direction that leaves no physical evidence, just in case you can say, 'I was a witch by chance'"

"That's the second way. That's not fraud." Meena Celianthrope wasn't actually a witch or anything, but she tried to sell herself as a witch. "

That's how Arioshuong laughed at me.

Okay, let's move on a little bit.

It's that story that Meena and I were having that conversation that night about "how to be independent of Marc," but actually that conversation hasn't been heard by Marc.

I dared Marc to listen to another conversation.

It is.

"Don't tell Marc I'm storing gold coins. I want to finish him off with this. But it's impossible to go against him because of the slave prints, what can I do?"

"It's easy, let me help you. I am the Witch of the Beast Nation. So it is possible to alleviate that slave print curse only to the person to whom I have granted protection. If you don't act in a way that directly harms your husband, such as beating, kicking, etc., you can ignore your husband's orders."

"Are you capable of that? Then Meena could have killed Marc at any time. Why didn't you do it?

"I, unfortunately, cannot invalidate my own slave prints. Once I get a collaborator, I can use this ability to end the slave trader at any time...... I don't snitch on Marc, I don't know how to find someone I can trust."

Above all. Of course, the witches' abilities are lies.

I dared Marc to listen to this made-up conversation.

Marc would have thought of things.

I don't know when I'll be facing the blade when I keep Meena on hand, she wants to sell me off somewhere early. And if Toshiki can do it, he wants to end it.

It wasn't hard to imagine thinking that. However, it was unexpected that he even wanted to liquidate the suspicion by putting it on Toshiki because he was now suspected of tax evasion by the Merchant Alliance.

Let's get back to it. First Marc was expected to make contact with Miloir, the occupier of Oasis Street (a slaver, engraver and a broad woman active with the occupier) to see if she was really a witch.

And as expected, this is how you blow into Marc, who had Miloir examine Meena Serianslope.

"Actually, I can't say it out loud, but Arioshung wants a witch," he said.

So this worked, and this luckily, Marc made contact with Arioshon.

Of course, there was a chance that Marc would sell a witch to him here, looking for a trader who wanted a witch besides Arioshon, but that would be a convenient development for Arioshon to say, "I'll risk your Lord then, but Marc and he are both going to catch you. The kind of guy who responds to human trafficking like that, if you slap anywhere you slap him, you can get caught," he said.

In fact, Marc decided to make a deal with Arioshon. Maybe Marc must have been wary if this wasn't a trap, too, but Ariosh Ong was better at abdominal arts, after all Marc believed Ariosh Ong.

Well.

And it is now.

"Unfortunately, Meena Celianthrope is not a witch. One of my escorts, Miloir, tested that Meena doesn't have that ability. We're arresting your Lord for attempted fraud under the Oasis Act, Marc."

"Become"

"It's simple. This slave Toshiki and his magic of punishment didn't come down because in the first place, he was not the slave of the Lord. You fooled me, Marc."

"No! No, stupid! No slave prints, no slave contract for real......"

"It looks limitless and authentic. But the key magic contract is not connected. Let the Adventurer Alliance Demon Prop Auditor look into it and you'll be clear. This is" an unlimited number of fakes that can't be distinguished as authentic "or" the real ones that have been forced to cut off their contracts ".... Either way, the Lord tried to fool me."

Arioshung overthrew Marc with words.

"Besides, the crime of tax evasion will be borne by the Lord. If you have as much power mouthpiece (...) as I do, that's what it would be possible to go through the make up of 'one small-time user spends the store's money on his own, so there are suspicious points in accounting reports to the Merchant Guild', but the Merchant Guild probably won't believe your Lord's testimony right now (...). At any rate, I have already submitted a copy of my 'unlimited credibility' accounting book. And the exact same accounting books will come out, so it's more obvious which one to trust than to see the fire."

"But! It's with us that there's no evidence over there either! It's strange that I'm the only one who can unilaterally decide who did it."

"Ellis Halpuia, Harpi there, is the witness. There's a sound magic recording. How do you excuse the statement 'So if someone decides to have spent that unknown money, it's not a problem'?

"... but!

"Terrible. The Lord has set you up. Wait for judgment. It's about trying not to be a capital offense. Besides, a prison in your cell can be quite a life sentence, right?

On the subject with Arioshuong, who grinned, the big man Marc was solidified with a look of amazement and anger.

Eventually, Marc, who noticed how I was doing, was roaring with such a look that he was about to bleed out of his gums.

"Whoa, whoa, Toshiki, no, no, no, no!

"Thank you." He said, "You have to think about how you can make sin lighter."

"You aahhhhhhhh!!

I felt like an empty chest at Marc's momentum.

"Well, let's learn from the great predecessors and say, 'Think about how you can make sin lighter.'"

"I'll kill you! Only you! This!"

"'Don't you understand if I don't say one word! Don't bother me!', right. I'm already packed."

Marc's greatest misfortune came to an end in that 'my slave contract had expired'. If I had stayed a slave, this wouldn't have happened. Everything would have worked out just as Marc thought.

In fact, this guy was pretty smart. I haven't hit too hard. Even the sound magic recording of Ili's 'So if someone decides to have spent that unknown amount of money, it's not a problem' was a pretty cautious guy around being a level that if you work hard, you could make excuses.

But we have too much circumstantial evidence. The gray marc, which is infinitely close to black, would be incriminated by circumstantial evidence as it is, or by the power of Ariosh Ong even if he worked hard to rise evil.

"This! To the habit of small-time use! What are you doing!!

"I'm not a small-timer. I'm a career (...)/consultant (...). - And listen to me, Marc. This is my first job."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! I am! I am!!

"- This is your career plan. Goodbye."

Still roaring, Marc was finally tied up in a rope and taken straight out of the tent. There were about four guards outside at some point, and Marc had been handed over to them.

I was just dropping off that Marc's back with a sense of fulfilment.

"Hey, you're done!! Lord!"

Meena, who laughs in a flash, no longer seems to be able to hide the joy of just overflowing, her tail shaking violently from earlier. I thought cats shook their tails so much when they were happy, and that wasn't a dog, for Christ's sake.

By contrast, the other slaves are bewildered.

Naturally, my previous husband Marc has been caught, and we don't know what's going to happen to us, or what to do now, because we don't know everything.

"Oh no! It was perfect already! You were catharsis just asking next door already! I thought it was amazing! I thought this was it! This is the Lord! Yes!"

"What is this Lord..."

You don't have to wonder what I know, but maybe the witch of dreams knows. Or catharsis.

For now I saw the slaves as I calmed down the tense Meena.

The slaves, who heard the noise ahead, gradually, but sloppily, came out of the tent. And watching Marc be taken by Ariosh Ong, they were all consolidating without understanding the situation.

And right now, the slaves seem to have understood while only blurring out that 'their master has been arrested'.

Meanwhile, I was using that time to snooze on the task of overwriting all the slavery contracts that Marc owned.

Using the slaves to make Marc one rampage... Arioshung had sealed it (there was one engraver Miloir in Arioshung's escort, and he had a contract seal curse on Marc who was caught, it was early work), but once he overridden his contract from mine, he ruled out the possibility.

After it was all over, I finally took a breather, using my appraisal skills on all the slaves, searching for the display next to the name (slave) and checking the letters [Owner: Toshiki Mitsuji].

"Yes, can I ask you a question!

"Hmm? What's up, Meena?"

"I don't think all the slaves are grasping the situation right now, but shouldn't we explain it?

"Right..."

Sooner or later, I wasn't going to explain. But for a while, he was biting off his sense of accomplishment, so he was frightened.

If you noticed, all the slaves were looking in my direction.

Just fine, I thought.

Cough gently and open plenty between. Feeling everyone whispering and waiting for my words, I take a deep breath for one breath.

"... be my new husband, it's Toshiki Mitsuji. Regards."

And he was to give a little inaugural speech as it was.

"His predecessor, Marc Dracy, was arrested for working a fraud attempt on this Oasis Street Adventurer Guild Branch Manager, Arioshon, and for tax evasion aftermath. He was consequently stripped of the right to run this slave shop and is now awaiting charges in detention. In other words, during this time, the owner will be absent."

"Therefore, as a successor, after due process, management was transferred to me. I have already submitted some documents to the Merchant Guild to that effect, so as soon as permission is granted, management will begin at my disposal."

"I mean, I'm gonna be the new owner."

"I'm going to change my mind and change the name of the store to" Talent Consultant Mitsuji ". Regards."

I dare to make that determination in a strong tone.

As I say to the floating slaves, and as I myself confirm again.

"In taking office, I will take the place of greeting you on your inauguration by indicating some future prospects"

The slaves were listening to it for now. Straight without pinching your mouth.

The grasp is working, I thought.

"- You are now slaves. I do not know for what reason I was once enslaved, but now it has been decided to live the future as a slave, as a commodity. I don't know what way to live in the future, but it's only a clear fact that I can't choose how to live."

"Your name on this contract restricts your freedom of movement."

"So, unfortunately, you have no freedom at the moment."

Slaves I could see the look on some of the faces getting stronger. Half the face that made me reaffirm the obvious, the other half, so what do you want to say, was the look I was waiting for.

I kept saying the words thinking that it was the real deal from here.

"But freedom is different from hope is restricted"

"Hey. - Don't you want to leave a name more than you've given life to the world"

Don't you want to leave a name - some people in that word looked like they remembered something much more that they'd forgotten.

Such reactions were spreading in a variety of ways that reminded me of something I had given up, or that I might have thought about it.

"Don't you think I want proof that I live in the world now?"

"Don't you want to die proud that one day when you look back on that whole life as you die, you've accomplished all this"

Every time I continued my words, I felt the faces of the slaves getting stronger and stronger. But it never meant negatively, but rather it did because it drew me somewhere into my words, it seemed.

I think so.

"I want to leave a name. I want a real sense of being alive and proof of being alive. Even when I die, I want to die proud. That's how I wanna live."

The number of blinks in the slaves was low and I thought it was a good trend.

"- I'm going to open up new forms of slave trading. It's career consultancy-based talent development."

"Bottom up your abilities. And sell you to the big stage to challenge a generation of great battles."

A generation of battles, I still don't know exactly what the word refers to, but the nuances I try to say were passed on to the slaves.

Because they had a different look on their face. Aside from being a positive look, nevertheless, I was only certain that I was thinking something.

"If you guys really want to improve your skills, I'm going to support it. And if you're serious about it, let's promise to give you the right to try the big stage"

"A slave is like having a heart. - I think so."

"That brings me to the end of my inaugural speech. Thank you for listening."

There was no applause. I didn't even get a cheer.

If anything, there was even someone who was skeptical of my words.

Still, all the slaves were listening seriously without laughing at my speech or taking it lightly as ridiculous. Even those who doubted were listening seriously.

I thought that was all right.

Don't expect too many weird things from me either, because I live with a skepticism about beauty in order to protect myself.

(But at least if you don't motivate me, I'll get in the way of future reforms.... as a staffing assignment)

But someday you have to believe me. Because I can't do career consulting or anything that the slaves don't believe in me and motivate me.

So what can I do to get you to believe me?

The word that came to my mind was' show a model case ', especially' show a model case to be an adventurer '.