Cursed Sword Master

The room that Elio showed me was a cozy space with small spaces but clean, windows and sunshine.

There were two beds in the room, although crude, which was a convincing level to be told that this was one of the lodgings. If you say this is the room that is being loaned to these 'Elio Slaver' slaves, the treatment seems pretty good.

Despite such a room, the air in this room is now heavily starving. Something that is put to sleep in two beds...... no, let's see the reality.

... there is a strong air of death unleashed by those who are thought to be two slaves who were injured to the point where they were not mutilated. When he saw it, Mr. Elio gave a sad look, and Mr. Ranal went out into the hallway with tears as to whether he could not see the two of them directly.

"Oh my God... excuse me!

When he opens the door and sees the two of them, Sistina pops out to check on the container as she speaks to the girl who was attached to the nursing. Maybe it's a dangerous condition from Sistina's point of view.

"Lord Elio... what's this?

There's nothing I can do about treatment. There's just no way Ellio would have seen them go into this state, having even said true slave traders to my 'reading' skills. Then there must have been something wrong.

To my inquiry, Mr. Elio spoke potpourri as if to squeeze it out.

"They were originally debt slaves in our house."

Mr. Elio keeps an eye on the way they suffer and looks at it. Maybe he thinks you shouldn't look away because responsibility lies with you.

"They belonged to the Foxtails and the Claw Tigers, who were lovely daughters who came to us when they chose to become slaves themselves when they were twelve for their families."

Understanding that family life is painful and deciding to become a slave yourself at 12... awesome. They must have been really sweet daughters. The money I sold myself into my family, and it's twelve, and the amount of food I eat has increased. The fact that I'm gone also reduces my mouth. Normally, even if you know it, you can hardly decide to enslave yourself.

"Then they were here for about a year and learned how to work and be polite. And two years ago, a woman named a nobleman's servant bought it up because she was looking for a servant for the mansion. The person could be a servant, and there was nothing strange about the tone and standing behavior, so I decided that this would be a good place for both of us to take it and sell them. After that, I never met them in person, but I was totally relieved to hear that they were doing well on a regular basis... and yet!

Whoever will decide it's calm no matter what you think. Mr. Elio's face stains with anger.

"You said you found them in the tower of Luminarta... now you said you were an adventurer? That adventurer came to sell two. You must have thought they were fugitive slaves because they still had a slave collar attached to them. Because when you take a fugitive slave to a slave trader, you can buy it. Institutionally, I can't even own it as it is..."

Sure, it's only a matter of time before I die owning it in that state... then I should bring it to a slaver while I'm alive and switch it for a little money...?

"Dear Souzillo,"

Sistina, who was seeing the two of them, comes up to me and looks at me.

"... the tendons of the hands and feet have been slashed and the throat crushed. The tympanic membrane was also torn and the eyes were cut off, so it was dry and nearly blind. There are scratches everywhere else. If they had been left behind in the tower, the only purpose would be to have the tower kill them."

Sistina's gripping fist, trembling in anger, is turning white. Honestly, I've managed to pretend to be cool too, but I'm having a hard time keeping my anger down against the guy who did this.

"The 'curse' of slaves is an addition to the prohibition that the collar should not be '~' on the medium. However, the Chamber of Commerce has set itself up to return a curse to the slaves for their unilateral killing and abuse. So as long as these girls refuse to kill or sexually abuse, they can't have done it."

"But this is all the wound. It's not really believable that it's mistreatment."

Fluor is right, there are certainly no wounds that would lead directly to death, but it would be impossible to say that this is not abuse.

"I think it's the limit of my skills called 'curse'. If you agree... say it's combat training, for example, and the opponent is convinced, you can scratch it. So all you have to do is make me think, 'I can't help but take the wound of this position'. Perhaps they were so cornered that they thought 'I don't care if they even kill me'... what the hell happened to them? Why couldn't I have noticed their plight!

I see, so someone who couldn't kill them broke them thoroughly and left them in the tower? Then soon the demons will kill her and the body will be absorbed into the tower.

A miscalculation for him...... fortunately for them it was the adventurers who found them before they were found by demons because there were more adventurers entering the tower here in the Adventurer boom these days.

"Mr. Elio. I can't do that. How many slaves have you dealt with so far? It's impossible for you to be responsible for the fate of all those slaves."

"But... such sweet daughters. So I managed to cure them and bought them drugs and stuff, but it was best to extend their lives. A man named Schaffner appeared there with the Samurai Festival. I hear some samurai festivals can use advanced restorative magic. I wondered if the Samurai Festival could heal them, and I made a" pact "without arrows or arrows."

Was it a contract that only satisfied my libido, which did not include shards such as curing them? Those sex warriors! You're a real scumbag, I should have hurt you a little more. But now you know how a virtuous man like Elio made a deal with that sex warrior.

"Dear Souzillo, can you give me the 'demon cut'?"

Sistina will ask you, but you don't have to ask me that.

"Mr. Elio. My samurai, Sistina, can use advanced healing magic, but magic is finite, and I think it takes a lot of concentration to heal all these wounds everywhere."

"Yes. I think so. But! Do something! Please help the two of you somehow. I'll pay for the money!

"No, I don't want money. I'm not, and would you mind using a weapon that has been granted amplification of magic to help that Sistina?

"Of course! Do you keep it at the reception? Then I'll let you bring it right away! Hey, Ranal!

"Oh! Wait a minute! I didn't leave it at the reception, so I'm fine. I don't care if you allow me to bring it here, or just leave me alone for a while to see it now."

"Okay. Of course I don't mind bringing it in, and let me swear I will never tell anyone what I'm going to see or what I'm going to see."

You don't have to exaggerate that much, but it'll spread to the public eventually.

"Thank you"

When I say that, I reach into the item box I put on my hips and wander around inside, pulling through the demonic breaks I find. I'm suddenly drawn out of nowhere. Elio's eyes are stunned open, watching it, but I'll just let it go.

"Sistina. I don't mind doing everything I can, if I fall, I'll carry you"

"Yes! Thank you"

That said, that wouldn't happen if Sistina were to use her magic break to make a recovery.

It's just restorative magic, so the image matters. Even site defects seem to treat Sistina easily, but for that reason Sistina is constantly learning detailed information about the human body from the knowledge of the Earth in Ji's library. That's why I can repair the defect under a solid image.

Since so many places have been damaged this time, I should have had to imagine detailed human data for each place and my mental fatigue should have been pretty great. Well, still, it's about Sistina, I'm not worried at all.

Sistina, who received her exorcism from me, began to treat her when she returned to the slaves with it in her hand.

"Mr. Elio. Stay in the hallway to avoid disturbing Sistina's concentration."

"Yes, sir"