All Affirmative Slave Girls: Ten Minutes a Time 1000 Lynn

About a hundred years ago, slavery was abolished.

One said it was a triumph of human reason.

Bad customs. Abolition of practices that discredit humanity arising from man's desire to conquer. That's the progress of civilization, not the goodness of people, but what!

Words like that are just a bluff to look at.

Let's admit: civilization has certainly made progress. People's reason is gradually refined. Development of the law, dissemination of education. Compared to a hundred years ago, it's incredible.

Still, people buy and keep people.

Even where slaves as identities have disappeared, why denigrate the dignity of the other person employed with money? Why are we subordinating discipline and customs to shields? In the guise of violence, sweet words, and protection. By all means, people denigrate people less than people, why?

In the end, people are people.

When will humanity ever be able to beat its own ugly instincts?

Are people people people then?

"Hey, what do you think?

That's what I asked, a brunette girl.

Fifteen, six. The calm looking girl, who left behind her childhood in her basket, was dressed in a rare outfit for being in this country.

Costume like feathering a thick piece of cloth with bright embroidery. Tighten your hips with a decorative cloth, and the hem is made of a loose cloth, dancing glitter as the girl moves.

It is the kind of ethnic costume of a great power to the east of the continent. She is a different girl from the main ethnic groups in this country, including not only her outfit, but also her face and skin colour.

"People's instincts!? Down there. We are rational, we are using our spoken bastards!

What shouted at the girl was an old man who was tied up and couldn't even move.

He slaps his anger at the girl who tied himself up.

"An alien species like you has even come to name humans. Useful use of livestock as livestock! What's wrong with that!? Makes you laugh at sacrifices. I want you to thank us for the honor that helps us!

Oh well, the girl shrugs.

biological purebloodness. Autonomous supremacy that I do not doubt because I believe that others of my nation are less than human beings. Two men came back from the separate room as the brunette girl was circling her eyes at an idea so radical that it was unusual at this time.

"Ichiki-no-san. There are no survivors there."

"Really? I can't help it. Thank you for confirming, Mr Volcano. And, Mr. Stock, was it?

"Usu"

"Ugh, nagging"

A man in his thirties, called Volcano, bows his head. Behind that, the skinhead big man, known as Stock, also rushes to take a low head position.

He was paling his face to the sight that was in the room he had just confirmed.

This was a house in the suburbs.

A house like nothing, standing in the idle corner of the city. It was land owned by this old man.

But there was a different space in the basement.

Connect a man with chains, pull out his eyeballs and disparage him into a body that cannot form a child, chopping and subordinating his whole body.

Until a little while ago, it was just a chimp. In Stock, there were different places to work that you couldn't even imagine.

Yes, I did.

Only one thing, many humans had been crushed to create that malice in the dungeon.

The girl, called Ichiki, who sadly lowered her gaze when she heard there were no survivors, turns to the old man.

"Hey, old man. Why did you create something like that in the dungeon?

"Get lost, you worm that hits the country! Crazy people who call themselves necessary evil and justice! The only blood muscle. There's a fool who doesn't know the greatness of the honorable royal family! Not even you, not even you......!

Even at this stage, the old man's pneumonia will not stop.

From the old man's insistence, Ichiki, knowing his thoughts, grins and mocks.

"I see. You wanted to reborn the royal son."

"Huh."

Mostly, this old man's identity was washed.

One of the heaviest towns of the imperial era. Imperialists fallen due to the revolution. One of the extremists who set out to rebuild the Empire. His power, which remained marginal, was what bounced the pursuit of the Knights.

A revolution that was there ten years ago. It took a brave man to abolish the emperor for a reason.

That's because the royal bloodstream was special.

Their blood, pulsating and handed down, had power. A great, unique power.

A jade sound that dominates people.

The owner of the power to dominate and flatten people, just to make their voices heard. That was because the emperor of this country is the emperor.

That is why a sword was born that was wanted for that confrontation and where people's wishes came together.

The adventurer who pulled out that sword in the dungeon became a brave man, and the royal family was destroyed. It is said that the great blood has been lost.

Hoping to rebuild the Empire, he probably sought a reproduction of the power to subordinate people as symbols.

Knowing the sacrifices piled up in the process, Ichiki grins.

"I built up a man's curse in search of the jade of domination and gave birth to demons in the dungeons. Pfft, you're a fool who doesn't even know the difference between a total misunderstanding, a spell and a secret."

I laugh when I put a fluffy, spreading hem on my mouth like a feather and dull it elegantly.

"The blood muscles found in the royal family are not the product of spells, but the highest secret. manifestation divine teaching closest to a pure miracle. It's funny how the wooden end is a supreme reproduction."

"Nah, ha, kisa well...!

I assure you that all of this old man's research done here was in vain.

Decided and mocked by the shallowness of his sight, the old man turns his face bright red. Ten years since the empire was destroyed, he has devoted his heart to the study.

"There's a subhuman livestock style......! Step into this country on the ground. Whoa!

"Oh, that's a greeting. I'm proud to be superior to you? In the first place, a bastard like you must have found me in this country."

In that word, the old man notices a choker in the neck of a girl called Ichiki.

Illegal slavery is a person many of whom have been taken from outside the country. The same is true of those whom the old man used to arbitrarily produce demons in dungeons. There are also circumstances in which the pursuit of the Knights was loose because it did not harm the human beings of this country.

And when you make a human a commodity, put a baking mark or collar on it.

If you're a woman, the collar is overwhelming. Unlike men who use it for manual labor, it's to keep them from leaving scratches on their bodies. Still, if you keep wearing a leather collar around your neck, you can get marks.

Choker, who doesn't look good in a costume with a strawberry wrapped around his neck, is worn to hide those marks.

"Well, I want you to have plenty to talk about -"

"Something to talk about! If you want to kill me, kill me. The Empire is immortal! Even if it's no longer in this world, it can't be too shaken by the everlasting world. A loyal man deserves to be invited! Death and all that!

"So, there it is, isn't there? Of course, I understand. I believe in the invitation of the loyalists who served the king, but the imperialists will not die."

Die and be invited to the country. It is an ancient idea of the Empire.

Ichiki nodded lightly at the old man's praise, which could be taken every time he was lost.

"So we are summoning those who deserve it"

Did you even call the torturer?

The old man laughs inside, silly.

For the rebirth of the royal blood muscles, he did all kinds of human experiments. With the by-product, the old man has erased his pain. No matter how much it hurts, there's nothing like confessing.

It was a beautiful girl who showed up before an old man who thought so.

Ichiki bows his head deeply. The other two as well. Only the big man, who somehow was called Stock, shook his shoulder with fright and suspicion of behavior.

"I'm sorry for all this, sister."

"... n"

The girl who showed up nodded briefly at the words of welcome for the chicken.

Blue silver hair, white piercing coat like worn out. What is wrapped around its neck is the same product that the old man used for the slaves here.

Hundreds of years later, the mark of a still constant illegal slave.

The collar is also a sign of servitude to deprive people of their dignity, and it also serves to dampen the magic of those who can wear it. If you are not strong enough for the heroic class that you said you were a brave man, you can suppress magic almost entirely.

What's with the old man, this guy narrows his eyes.

The same goes for wearing a slave collar without hiding it, but it's odd to have blue in your hair, albeit slightly. There is no blue color in a person's tissue. Naturally, something like blue hair cannot be natural.

Though it is normal to think of dyeing, one old man expects that the blue of a girl's hair is because it contains elements other than people.

Is the girl in front of you drawing some kind of outside blood muscle, or is there another miracle of holiness?

The old man, observing to find out who he was, opens his eyes stunned to realize that there was one.

He looked like the girl.

Yes, more than a decade ago. Without a doubt, it leaves that shadow behind.

"You - no, you...!

Girls don't respond to old people.

Glimpsed at the tied old man, she takes off her leather collar with her own hands. Normally, the collar of a slave has magic that never comes off, but it seems to be disarmed.

The collar that suppresses people's power was the moment it came off.

The color of the girl's hair changes.

Beautiful silver hair with missing pigments, with a strong blue color. From blue, which has changed to dye, even darker. It turns into a honorable purple blue color that frightens the beholder.

Purple of honor.

The only being capable of having that color was once unique.

The girl who changed the color of her hair remains silent and mouths to the old man's ear. The old man, who guessed what the girl was trying to do, wandered off temporarily.

"Hey, why! I 'm-"

The purple blue girl doesn't look at the old man.

The old man solidifies his mental defense. A girl named Ichiki tied the old man up, but never sealed the magic. I guess that's the pride of my own power. That is why the old man protected his spirit with his own magic with all his spirit.

Girls don't mind.

In the ears of an old man, at a volume never to be heard by the people around him, a word.

"- the (,) jade sound (servant) of the ruler"

It's the closest secret to the purest miracle in the world. The finest secret (Sacramento) that just can never be defied by a person.

"Ahh."

My brain melted.

Voices entering through the ears propagate, tearing and discarding the protection of the old man to break even on wet paper, ravaging the brain.

He knows what it means to be born in this world. Horribly, there is no aversion to subordination in the transformation of personality, in the alteration of thought. filled with pleasure. I get a sense of relief. Tears of pleasure flow down.

The girl restarts a leather collar around her neck. The color of purple-dyed hair falls out and returns to slightly blue-dyed silver hair. Blue remains also a testament to the inability of this collar to contain the power of the secret miracle that dwells in the girl.

"... over. And then he answers everything."

"Thank you, sister. The rest will be handled here."

"... n"

The silver-haired girl answers briefly to the chicken who carefully bows her head.

"So, your hobby for an example today - too, to work?

"... n"

"Is that so"

More and more chickens, slapping themselves in the chest.

"Then, sister. I want you to be absolutely protective."

"... I don't need it. People won't be able to come."

"Oh, is that so? If that's the case, at least the fifteen groups of the dressing world..."

"... so people won't be able to come"

"Ugh. So, as usual, we'll do the sorting and sound cancellation."

"... n"

A much conceded chicken puts a stiff on a silver-haired girl with a shingle or something.

Paying for sorting around the girl and keeping her voice from reaching beyond a certain range. Even sorcery for her, who admires her with her sister, seems unhappy.

Sorting and sound cancellation. It's a kind of versatile junction that keeps people away from people who meet certain conditions, but it's not as effective as it sounds. Occasionally, weird people get mixed up.

"Aniki, that guy..."

Keep your mouth shut.

Volcano turns a hard eye to Stock, a skinhead big man headed by an occasionally confused weird guy.

"You, if Ichiko finds out about that - every single one of me, because that's it"

Volcano points to a scattered corpse rolling around. If you provide information, you should hear it from the main culprit's old man, so it's the guards and researchers here, torn barefoot by the chickens.

Stock, remembering the sight of that time, raises and lowers his shaved head many times.

An unusual sight where fifteen or six girls tear a person's body apart so that it can be broken even on paper. Aniki's Volcano brought himself to this job not to let him help, but to show off.

"Necessary Evil Stronger Than A Knight"

the difference in character of the human race that brings its members together.

As he continued to sweat cold from the moment the silver-haired girl appeared, he thanked himself for his good luck in the past.

It's horrible that you don't know anything. Never again, I was firmly and firmly determined not to imitate such a foolish thing.

Around that time, Ren was determined.

"Okay."

Build a grip to harden your resolve.

Ren, who has been sorting out his feelings over the past few days, is clearly aware of his feelings.

I like slave girls.

I don't doubt it. When there is nothing in particular to do, the smile of that time is overwhelming. Cool silver hair floats in the back of my brain. An ear-friendly husky voice scorches my chest.

And you want to twinkle sexually.

Except when you're moving your body in the quest for a dungeon, I'm not at all comfortable. If you do poorly, you even think about slave girls when you're walking in a dungeon.

Much more serious. And distracting. You can't stay like this. One of these days I'm going to make a huge mistake.

There has just been a case of a sorceress. I definitely don't want to bother any more of the other members, and Temei is talking about what I was thinking in the first place with a life-threatening adventure.

Then what do we do?

What can I do about love?

Adolescent Ren, seventeen. The answer he could give is one.

"Let's confess to that kid today!

Ren, the fearless boy who knows nothing, shouted determination by making a nigiri fist.