All Affirmative Slave Girls: Ten Minutes a Time 1000 Lynn

In a town that stayed up late. Regretful voices echoed in the quiet park square surrounded by trees.

"Oh, shit......!

It is the seventeen or eight-year-old who groans with his head.

His name is Len. Coming to this town from the countryside, he's a rookie adventurer.

Dive into a dungeon to fight demons, or take people's quests to collect material. It is the profession responsible for the wings of industry in this country that is the adventurer. It was only a profession that produced 'brave men' who had achieved much in recent years, a profession popular with young people.

Ren was one of the many young men who dreamed of coming to this city from the countryside with the hero Tan told in the alley.

But the reality is tough.

A city I don't know. No connections, no skill. Not until you accept him. Not so. He appealed to me that he was motivated to keep looking for party members and getting turned down, and even though he was about to screw up, he managed to get hired by members of a middle-sized party by participating in an application for membership.

There, the role of luggage hauling was shaken by the fact that it was first to get used to the air in the dungeon.

Well, Ren is a newcomer who just got in. Honestly, I only had a blurry image of what an adventurer should do in the dungeon. When he had no choice but to carry his luggage, he accepted his heroic aspirations.

But even that kind of luggage haul has failed Ren.

"Ha, don't be..."

The voice of masochism spills in remembrance of my faults today.

My feet were dull and laughed at by the first demon I saw, okay. But I panicked when the demon attacked me at an unexpected time along the way, and I scattered the baggage I was entrusted to. That caused the party to withdraw early.

Coming out of the country, becoming an adventurer, an unparalleled failure on that first day. Especially the words of a magician girl who came in a year ago.

"What are you here for? If you're not motivated or talented, you should stop early. '

Those words I was told with contemptuous eyes.

It was a line that cut my heart off. Above all, it was most pitiful that there were no elements that could be disputed.

Surely I couldn't do anything. I've only done damage to the party. What a gorgeous activity. Another dream of dreams. Problems before the muddy battle. I couldn't even do my job to Locke.

"This wasn't supposed to happen, it wasn't."

What have I become an adventurer for? When I think back to today, I can't help but think so.

The elderly men at the party pulled a depressed ren to take me to the tavern. So they told me a story that I didn't know if I was being comforted or fooled, and I let it go even further and came out one foot ahead.

Besides that sorceress, was it good or bad that she didn't tell me to quit because it was useless?

Will I be able to do this if I expose myself to ugliness like today?

Come on, maybe you really should stop.

"Ha... what, huh?

It was when I exhaled a dark sigh.

In Ren's eyes, a girl entered.

Feels like I saw it, seventeen or eight. She's the girl with the beautiful, blue silver hair shortcut. The face is also positive and eye-catching, but the outfit is more peculiar than that.

He wraps around a used piercing coat and wears a leather collar with metal chains around his neck. When I came to the square I didn't notice because I was so depressed that I couldn't even afford to look around, but it's a distinctive outfit.

Besides, she had a wooden placard with both hands. It's just a crude combination of wood bars and plates painted with white paint. The placard is not listed, but held just below the nose of the face in the part of the board where the letters are written, so that the mouth is hidden.

The placard had a letter on it.

"All Affirmative Slave Girls: Ten Minutes a Time 1000 Lynn"

I didn't know what that meant.

"... what?

Forget about what that is and your problems. Blink your eyes.

In Ren's brain, which saw an incredible sight, a strange phenomenon occurred in which the brain refused to understand even though the words written on the placard could be read themselves.

Especially the phrase 'All Affirmative Slave Girls' is a line of letters that are even a bit philosophical for a regular person. It is a terrible power word that I can't feel any human rights or dignity. Whatever it takes, it's a costume and a sign that shouldn't be in the world.

As Len blinked her puffy eyes a little hard to believe what she saw, her gaze matched that of the silver-haired girl in the piercing coat in the square.

……

He smiled silently.

The mouth is hidden with a placard, but it is a smile that attracts people's hearts. Ren wanders around with that in his eyes.

Oh, what's this scary about?

Faced with an incomprehensible situation, Ren leaned back a bit as he floated off the bench.

I didn't understand one thing about the presence of the girl at the end of her gaze.

As a bad custom, the thing called slavery should have been abolished a long time ago, but why is there such a grand thing as a slave girl?

Ten years after the previous emperor, who had laid down his reign due to the revolution, was defeated by the brave. Various things have changed the way the world works, but I have never heard of the resurrection of slave identities. At least, Ren has never seen a slave girl exist in her life before. There should be no such thing in this country.

And a thousand phosphorus enough for once? What's the price? It's adorable.

He suspects it's a novice scam first. That's a kind of discount, isn't there a scary brother waiting somewhere? When you get close, isn't the big man trying to roll up the money in his hand? If you're talking about a scam of that magnitude, even the younger Ren had heard of it.

But there's no one around the silver-haired girl with the placard.

But anything is too cheap for sex, and the aptitude of piercing clothes doesn't make sense.

Suspicious. Too suspicious. It is strange to exist because of the premise of the world, such as a slave girl. Impossible. What can I think of to arrive at the idea of having such an outfit, such a sign? What is she wearing such a sign in such an outfit for?

"... no, it has nothing to do with me"

Yes, let's go home if we didn't see it.

That was Len's conclusion after much thought.

I don't get involved in weird things. That's the trick to having a routine. If so, Ren is forced to convince herself that she is dressed like that in a punishment game or something.

First of all, I have plans for a labyrinth adventure tomorrow. Though beautiful, it's a waste of time being involved with weird girls. Let's go home and rest our bodies.

It was when I thought so and tried to turn my heel back.

"Slave girl!

There was a woman running over to a weird girl standing in the square.

Is it in the mid-twenties? I realize that you look familiar because you're a woman with a clean atmosphere somehow.

Well, who was it? Explore and remember.

She's a Sister woman treating adventurers who returned from the labyrinth at the temple. When they healed the wound, they didn't notice because they were wearing monastic clothes.

I wonder why the Sister of the Temple knows such an obnoxious person as a slave girl.

Len's confusion is approximated, and the silver-haired girl, called the slave girl, is silently laughing at Nico. I accepted a woman's visit with a quiet smile.

In contrast, Mr. Sister in his personal clothes, who ran into the square, has distorted his face with terrible regret. She's about to cry out now, taking a thousand phosphorus out of her purse and giving it to a slave girl.

"Yes, this!

……

The slave girl who received a thousand phosphorus from Mr. Sister moves away the placard that had her mouth hidden.

Placard that was half hiding his face. From underneath it emerged a well-shaped jaw contour, glossy pearl lips at night. It is a beauty that does not betray expectations.

"Hey, listen, slave girl!

"Ok!!!!! Of course you ask!!! You can say anything!!!!! Huh!

A husky voice of immediate momentum echoed into the square.