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Kitchen where slaves are put to work.

A job that doesn't require special cooking techniques or anything else, and just needs to be skinned with vegetables.

Many slave women were hired to pay off their debts.

What they have in common is that they all have lost their lively eyes.

Months after they brought me here. A long time has elapsed for more than a decade.

A job where you are just silently under-processing ingredients. There is no danger like a mine slave, but continuing the same work all the time has paralysed my emotions.

"Hey, those two"

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"Don't ignore me!

The two women, whose employer, a man, was also called to yell, show no reaction.

Because it is the vegetation of the women here, the employer also sighs and grabs the arms of two errands.

"You two! Laya, Lilya"

A woman in her late thirties.

But you look older than you actually are because your mind is dying from a harsh working environment.

The two stood up go outside drawn to the man of their employer.

I don't have a colleague who cares about you two. Just because you two lost it doesn't mean you lose your workload. It's more a priority to get the job done than to care about the people who are gone.

"Wait here."

Put two people in a room and let them sit on the couch.

There is no way to act spontaneously of what sits as ordered.

"... a little too harsh."

But employers also bought slaves on their shoulders for debt.

At least I have to get them to work for the purchase cost.

"Wait here."

An employer man leaves the room.

They'll be back in a while, but in the meantime they won't move.

"If you see what these guys look like, you're gonna get a little better."

Two children enter the room.

A slender young child.

"Ah..."

I didn't realize it at first sight because I hadn't seen him in years. But soon I realized it was my own daughter.

There's a glow in their eyes.

I could meet my child, who was separated.

"Grandma......?

"Yeah."

"Grandma!"

A girl hugs her mother.

I was able to hold my mother for the first time since I was tempted. When I realized it, I was cleaning in a woman's shop that treated me like I was something.

I should have parents myself.

How could we have been abandoned?

I want to see you someday.

I have lived to this day with such thoughts.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry..."

"Yeah, yeah......!

Two pairs of mothers and daughters were delighted to reunite in tears.

There were two boys watching the condition from outside the room.

"Lecto!"

"Fou"

A boy about ten and a boy about eight.

The two boys are also the sons of Laya and Lilya.

However, it is not enough.

"What's wrong with your brother?

"Hey, where's Finn?

Two boys shook their necks sideways with tears in their eyes as they questioned their mother.

I don't have Laya's son's eldest son.

Lilya's son also has no second son.

Family reunion because of it. But it's missing.

"What the hell do you mean!?

Ask the employer who brought you here.

"The two kids are dead"

"Huh..."

"Lie, I..."

Stunned by the words of his employer.

Two of my oldest sons were made to work in the mine. There was actually something physically difficult about digging, but there are plenty of chores that even kids can do.

Even if it was a job in the rear, it doesn't make a difference that it's a job in the mine. We worked in support of each other in a very dangerous job, but Finn died from a downfall that occurred a few weeks ago.

Two of my second sons sucked. I had just recovered from my illness, so I could not force myself to work in a harsh working environment.

Along the way, he got sick and fell ill, and he stayed put and didn't go home.

The family didn't just lose their father, they lost one child at a time.

"By the way, how could we have been gathered?

When I was first brought here, I pleaded many times for it to fit my child.

But you never let me see you.

"Let me explain that to you from her"

The last time I came into the room was a young woman.

I don't recognize the laymen. That would be so. They are totally first person.

"Oh, you are Mr. Laya from The Phantom Mercenaries!?

It's a name I miss a lot.

For her, it was a name of a lot of adolescence.

And it's also the name that took away the happiest time.

"Please sign this!

A woman comes out with a piece of paper.

Layer is carefully checking the contents. There are many things that make me suspicious.

"Huh..."

That's why I couldn't believe what was written in the paperwork.

"Something's wrong..."

"No, it's not a mistake. No, it was my mistake."

"She's one of the mercenary guild receptionists in Imperial City."

An investigation into the mercenaries that had appeared for a long time revealed that they were uninterrupted.

The Phantom Mercenaries had already been disbanded, and members were able to confirm that two of the three had died. Moreover, one remaining person is also put to work as a slave.

The woman at the reception was scolded by her boss for not checking in detail.

However, the woman confirmed everything to be checked according to the manual. The ID issued by the guild was real, and it's been a long time since I've had a job, so I checked my status card.

I decided it was real because I had a certificate.

In the end, it was fake.

So who was the Phantom Mercenary Corps active on the battlefield?

I was supposed to be in an intimate relationship with the emperor where I had no idea.

Maybe His Majesty the Emperor knows something about the situation. But there was no way she could have met the emperor, who was just a receptionist, and could have been disposed of by the crime of disrespect at the time she asked such a question.

It's another matter that she has to deal with as a top priority.

"Please. I'm having trouble not having someone to reward me!

I don't know where who it is.

As a result, large rewards have been lost and floated.

This condition is very uneven.

"You will be held accountable for my administration if you stay this way! I don't want to let go of the reception chair I got because of it!

"But what I get..."

I was just treating myself under vegetables in the kitchen.

Because of his experience as a mercenary, he tried to resign himself, saying that he had not even left the battlefield but could not be rewarded.

"It's okay. It is true that Mr. Laya is one of the Phantom Mercenaries. The fake ones must have been replacing it after they figured out the circumstances."

In fact, I wasn't expecting a reward from the mercenary guild.

"Besides, you need money, right?

"It's..."

The rewards were greater than those of other mercenaries.

It was overvalued for protecting many mercenaries from the beast of the end.

That amount is enough to free Laya and the entire family of Lilya from slavery and to live in relaxation for a while.

Laya sees the children.

Families that have been reduced.

Given the current situation, I had to sign even if it was a frigid story.

"Okay. I'll sign it."

"Thank you"

"I'll show you where I live anyway."

"That's a generous story."

"Don't doubt it. From here, there is a village that will be quite far away but has perished in this war. There, we are looking for young people to migrate. It looks like we have more land, so why don't we take the kids?