Arcadia’s Labyrinth

modifying power, there is the concept.

Primarily, words that appear in SF novels such as Time Travel and Time Slip.

For example, whether a person named A makes a timeslip to save a person named B who dies in a car accident or can save B from a car accident, B dies from another factor, such as cardiac paralysis, and B ends up losing his life. This, the power of the world to adjust events to the result that B dies, is called corrective power.

The first thing that occurred to me when I saw a shattered inn was this modifying power.

In the game, a character named Elise is an unfaithful person, anyway.

Abuse route is the default, slave to the protagonist even in the best cases. Still, hurt, she is suffering from aphasia and will always be silent. The worst part is the end that is crazy at the bottom whorehouse at the end of the place if it is bought by an ugly millionaire.

No longer, I just think the world hates me for it.

But what if the truth is that the world hates her?

I thought of that in an inn that turned into a step ahead of the abandoned house.

".................................................................................................................. Ha"

Tired and in unexpected reality, we seemed to be stunned together.

In the meantime, we need to see what happened.

Looking around, tables and chairs destroyed by muggles. Hollow walls and floors stand out. I could have predicted that the floor would have been quite ravaged by a mess of rough dishes and broken liquor bottles.

Usually this time is busy with lots of guests and regular people, but now they are not one and there are no signs of people upstairs either.

Really, what happened?

"……………………… Ugh"

At that time, I was slightly groaned.

Looking at you, at a glance, the master of the inn and his uncertainly cleared face were coming to powerlessness.

When I walked over to him, I took the potion and punched him in the face.

I guess that also turned out to be a noticing pill. He slowly opens his eyes.

"Ahhh...? You, are..."

"Are you all right? Is your consciousness clear? Can we talk?

I asked early in the day, but my husband cried a little when he crooked and leaned over his face.

"Ugh... Elise..."

"Elise? What happened to Elise? Where is she?

"Sorry...... sorry"

... No. It won't be a conversation.

I was frustrated because I had too many things all day, and when I struck one tongue, I grabbed Elise's father's collar and handed it to him.

So I told him to slowly bite and include it, as if he had finally noticed me.

"I'm sorry, but I can't, quite, afford it right now. Just tell me what happened."

"Oh, oh... ok"

And he started talking to Pottori Pottori and sometimes with his apologies to Elise.

To sum up his story, he was originally a big gambling lover and had just gone to make bets on the arena. but gambling is more about losing in total than there is about deductibility, and he also started to lose a little bit.

So he started gambling until he borrowed money to lend money. Whatever you say, it's a hobby. Even if he couldn't repay everything, he was able to repay the full interest in his daily profits.

He said that the gold lenders would never be able to take any more than they were firmly returning the interest, and his husband would return a little money on the day he won, and borrow a little money on the day he lost, and he was repeating that day.

But here he went on losing days and his debts began to swell. As it is, the earnings of the accommodation alone may not make it possible to pay off the interest. The rush begins to wrap my husband.

That's the time. It was when he appeared in the arena with a refreshment.

"... or him?

"Oh, you've heard about your name, too, haven't you? It's pitch-black, it's dark... or how many human beings have perished because of his appearance... Ugh, Elise..."

……………………………

The first time a pitch-black darkness appeared, he was like this! He thought. An unidentified newbie who overwhelms a strong man close to LV20, albeit LV3.

If you bet on this man, you can always win. If there is a must-have in the arena, it is to keep betting on the invincible athlete. Popular players have low multipliers, but if you can always win, it's fine. He couldn't fall asleep with excitement that day.

"Guys like me would have loosened up that Hiyama."

……………………………………………

The next day, when he turned to the arena in exasperation, he realized that the day was strangely full of gold lending. And I immediately think of the pitch-black darkness. Everyone realizes this must win, and is willing to bet on the pitch-black darkness even if they are in debt.

The truth is, all I owe money to is the race at the bottom, called during the gambling I burned myself into debt, and the clever humans just looked at it far-flung, but unfortunately to my husband, who belonged at the bottom, the humans in the venue seemed to be lining up to lend gold.

In front of such a sight, the rush swells in my husband. I also look around saying I have to borrow money quickly, but there are already a lot of people around the gold lending and there is no room for me to get in. So, there was something coming up to him. It is a familiar loan of gold. He had borrowed or repaid over several years, and was perfectly familiar with that gold lending, a pattern between debtor creditors, but sometimes even went out for drinks with him.

He says, laughing at his husband with a nigga. "Oh, I've been waiting for you. I took the money for you without lending it to anyone."

"So... how much did you borrow?

"Gold coins… 10 sheets"

"10 gold coins...?

(... not surprisingly. No, no, it's expensive because it costs more than half a year for a family of ordinary people to live in. No...... no way)

Lower than expected, I had a bad feeling and asked.

"So, what about the interest?

"... it's Hisan"

"Hisan?"

"On the day............ 30%. With compound interest."

"Huh!?

What? That's not a level of profiteering.

"Yes, I was going to give it back in a day. If you double the gold coins in the pitch-black darkness and return only one gold coin, they're both WIN-WIN, yes, they say..."

…………………

I looked up to my husband's stupidity.

This world is still immature in the development of the law compared to the world over there. Unless that's an out of the question interest or it's obsessive, it's over there to be upheld by the law more than borrowing money and signing it of its own free will.

If a large sum of money of 10 gold coins were taken at an interest rate of 30% a day, it would not be very returnable to the owner of this lodging house.

Just a week after my husband borrowed the money. It's dark gold, so it's 1.3x per day as it already came with 30% interest on the first day, about 81 gold coins...... It's not the kind of forehead that a master of Cheap Accommodation can return to Pong.

The gold lending, which I stepped on about to meet, executed the takeover forcefully. I took Elise.

"... I guess now that I think about it, the pitch-black darkness of the strong and the weak were the hands of the gold lenders. Oh, we've been set up."

I thought to myself when I saw my husband groaning so remorsefully.

It was all my fault.

and.

Something, I'm ashamed of myself for already saying something about the modifying power of the world.

In the end, it was all my fault, that's why.

And even if there was such a thing as the modifying power of the world, if you think about it well, the event that Elise had confirmed was not "to become a slave” but “to be humiliated by the thugs”. If the tyrants strip her, and the hero finds her within a week, some paths will not enslave her.

And the fact that the gold lenders humiliate her is not the first thing. Because in virgins and non-virgins there is a difference in the price of cloud mud.

Gold lending, which is the most important thing, doesn't bother to damage the product.

I mean, it's the modifying power of the world.

I said to my husband, grinning inside. [M]

"So?"

"Huh?"

"Where are those money lenders?

"Hey, why are you asking me that?

"Just tell me."

"Mm, it's no use. You can't take Elise back."

"I'm not asking you that. I'm asking where they are."

Elise's father, after seeing with his eyes what he could not understand me, distorted his face in remorse and taught him where to lend money.

When I heard that, I went upstairs and packed my things. Fortunately, the only thing that seemed to have been vandalized was the dining room and my personal belongings were not vandalized. Well, I didn't leave the most important.

And when I finished packing, I left the inn.

I never intended to go back to this inn again.

The gold lending stronghold was in what could be termed the border between the slums and the city. I can't say it's white or black. I can say it's a good representation of their nature.

At first glance, it also looked like a luxury inn. There was a hooker who looked bored and lacked or a whore who could still be described as a girl with a dark expression, and a gatekeeper who just stood there stuck around.

When the gatekeeper noticed me, he asked me like a hundred million bucks.

"A customer?

"Yeah."

"Then tomorrow. My head's going to an important business meeting right now."

"Important business talks?

"Come on? I don't even know the details."

I lurked my inner eyebrows at the gatekeeper, who answered all absenteeism. That's what I want to know most.

"Huh, who knows?

The gatekeeper couldn't help but wonder about this word, which is amazing to me.

"Huh? Why do you have to say that?"

To such a gatekeeper, I smile slowly and reach for my lower back.

The gatekeeper opened his eyes to me as I slowly reached for the sword.

And I said I'd take two pieces of silver out of my hip coin pocket.

"Well, don't say that."

When the gatekeeper breathed like a clap out at me for taking out silver coins instead of swords, he loosened his niggles and cheeks.

"Don't threaten me. But you do. If I pick up another silver coin or so, I might get one more word."

"Whoa, my hand slipped"

Say so and give him two more silver coins. Plus he deepens his grin even more, whispering.

"... the head is now a slave market. I've been after you for a long time today. I went to sell it off."

"Hmm, by the way, what's the name of the upper balls?

Give me a piece of silver coin.

"Oh, uh, I just... Alise? No, Elena? Well, like that.... Anything else you want to ask me?

At last, when I even say a reminder, I give the gatekeeper three silver coins at once, smiling bitterly. [M]

"The name of the slave trader... and all you have to do is forget about me."

"Hehe, don't worry. I don't like to remember, but I'm very good at forgetting."

It would be in the words of such a gatekeeper, I urge ahead with a bitter smile.

"The name of the slave trader is Pigdo. It's a little famous around here if you're a slaver."

"Yes, Pigdo, right. Thanks."

"Oops.... come back"

He waved bitterly at him for saying such a thing at the gatekeeper and turned to the slave trader.

I am cursed.

Lately, Elise couldn't help but think so.

As soon as the happiness of 1 comes, 10 misfortunes will strike. I wonder if the happiness of 11 has pushed away 10 misfortunes, then 100 misfortunes will shake next.

A repetition of happiness and misfortune as if it were a binary law.

There's nothing wrong with 101 happiness coming after that, but there's no happiness coming next.

(I wonder how this could happen...)

Elise couldn't help but think so, dressed in fancy clothes with clear skin and trapped in an iron fence like a little bird.

Earlier on, Elise was the culmination of happiness until just a few hours ago.

I was singing all I could about my first love in my life.

My chest rang just to see what he looked like, and I was surrounded by a sense of pride just to say a word with him.

And tomorrow I was finally going to deposit that self in that darling his arm.

I'm sure it would have been the best, unforgettable first experience.

But it's a dream again.

My first experience with a decent person is not the first.

Earlier, an ugly, fat, middle-aged man came to see Elise, unlike anyone else in the world.

Doesn't the man have some kind of skill? and so uncomfortable that he made an evil push, and after offending Elise with a running gaze of caries, he asked the merchant for the price.

Fortunately, the man who heard the price chewed his teeth back with remorse, but that was enough at the same time to take hope away from Elise.

Because the price put on Elise is enough to spend the rest of her life playing and living, and that means that Kane has absolutely no hope of picking herself up.

Assuming he shows up on this occasion now, he can't buy himself or anything.

Then Elise thought, "I hope he doesn't come here."

I never wanted to see such a miserable self in his eyes, from the bottom of my heart, the kind of woman that would be bought by others from now on.

Even so.

"Oh, you're such a beautiful girl."

Woohoo.

"Yes, your eyes are high. This girl is the daughter I just bought today. I don't have your skills, but I assure you I'm your biological daughter."

He's having a conversation with a slaver. Seeing that, Elise couldn't help but weep.

If he showed up in front of me, it should have made me sad. It was supposed to be miserable. But when you put him in front of you like this, it's one emotion that fills Elise's heart.

(Kane...... yeah!)

Only joy existed.

But such joy will not last long.

"Heh, is that your biological daughter? That's great. So, what's the price?

"Yes, I will study for 160 gold coins in a cage where my husband is supposed to be good at 180 gold coins"

Because he knows his price.

Despair erodes Elise's heart.

"Gold coin 160 because...?

Elise leans down to his words like that. I didn't want to see his face when I gave myself up.

"You've studied that a lot. I thought it was about 200 gold coins."

"........................................................................... Huh?

I can't understand his words for a moment and look up at his face. There was Kane with his usual cool look, not the look of giving up Elise.

"How are you? Oh, yeah, you're right, I seem to be cutting off my sleeping meals and living without offering a little cheap and good product to my customers too..."

"Right. That's great. You're a merchant's mirror.... Though you don't have 160 gold coins on hand for a bit. I'll come back tomorrow with some gold coins."

"Yes, I'll be waiting for you"

Ignoring Pekopeko and the mind-lowering merchant, Kane walks up to Elise.

And put your hand on Elise's cheek and smile gently.

"Tomorrow, … I'll definitely have the money by tomorrow. Then you'll be mine from tomorrow."

…… ……

To Kane's words, Elise nodded over and over again.

And Kane sent away two words and three words with the merchant.

After Kane walked away, Elise repeatedly rebuffed his words.

A chilling part says in a corner of his head. Don't expect me to make 160 gold coins in a day. Think calmly, mediocre, just the daughter of a lodger. Who gives 160 gold coins?

Elise thinks so too. This is his tender lie to comfort himself. With this promise, Elise can live to support this.

Assuming that Kane doesn't pick him up tomorrow, I can hope that it didn't come, that it couldn't come under some circumstances.

I can hope that one day he might pick me up.

That was enough Elise.

But somehow Elise was waiting for him.

I knew that was a lie, but I waited.

Without a night's sleep, I kept seeing him leave all night.

In the corner of your head, reason keeps sounding the alarm, while instincts keep whispering to Elise again.

He's not normal. You know that, don't you? So something unusual could happen. Then what are you gonna do?

(I wonder what will happen...)

I think it's blurry.

If he comes tomorrow to buy himself 160 gold coins with a face that doesn't eat anything. If I am officially recognized as his possession under the law.

(You're gonna freak me out)

Even now, I like it so much. I'm so obsessed with him that I'm one step ahead of him.

Yet if they push my back further from here, I'll crash. Sure, I step down the border.

No, I was sure.

So.

The next day, when Kane showed up single-handedly with a cool face of gold.

Elise is crazy.

To him, it was crazy.

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