Fake Holy Sword Story ～I Was Taken Along When I Sold My Childhood Friend～

"Well, why here ..."

Silk asks, shaking his voice.

Upon receiving it, Primo really happily distorted his face and laughed.

A bald head, a large, dirty and fat body.

The full face of the beard and the brilliant glow of the eyes alone gives the viewer an unpleasant discomfort.

"Why? If that important slave is out at night, you'll be anxious to pick me up.

"Kiihihi, yeah, yeah ..."

He said so and spoke to the escort woman standing next to him.

A skinny woman with long, ragged hair was laughing in a way that seemed unusual.

The skin was so thin that the eyeballs were as big as if they were popping out, and the silks that were staring at the eyes would shake the body involuntarily.

"Oh, silk ... what is it you have?"

"Oh, this is ..."

That's why Primo pointed to the white dress that silk was cherished.

Seeing him approaching with a gruesome smile, Silk strongly hugs the dress.

Escaping is not allowed because of slavery.

"I'm interested. Show me."

Primo, standing in front of her, ordered cold.

Until now, silk would have been handed over without any objection.

But today she can take the first step in her dreams, and her dress is a present from her important co-star. It couldn't have been so easy.

Silk resisted Purimo for the first time today.

"This, this is ... it's not as clean as I give it because I've been wearing it so far ... and I haven't washed it yet."

For the first time, Primo resists and moves his eyebrows.

But this is more interesting.

It is much more fun to oppress those who resist and rebel than to oppress those who accept everything.

"I don't care. Look at me."

"but……"

Silk that still resists.

Certainly it would be fun to be rebelled, but it is not desirable to remain in a stalemate.

"Edweige"

"Kihihi"

"Ah……!?"

There, Primo ordered his escort Ed Weige.

Unlike primo and silk, she has been able to easily steal dresses from resisting silk.

Primo received from her squints and holds it.

"What is ... white dress?"

It was just a dress that didn't matter much to him, a nobleman.

Certainly, the quality and appearance are fairly good, but ... Primo, who is accustomed to the dresses of aristocratic people who look good in the social world, was a very shabby dress.

"But this is ... shit, it's inferior! It's not suitable for my slave to wear such a shabby dress !!"

"Ah……!?"

Primo mocked and threw the dress on the ground.

Silk that screams unintentionally.

The white dress gets soiled.

Looking at her, she grinfully grinned, and Primo lifted her legs ... and stepped on her dress.

"Huh, huh! What a peace of mind, silk. I'll buy you a better dress. It's such a great luxury that you can't compare it to such a vile."

――――――

I stepped over and over again.

The beautiful white dress was tattered with earth and Primo shoes.

The first outfit that Alister gave me.

It was supposed to be a treasure for a lifetime, but it has been turned into a ruthless figure.

Not ridiculously expensive. Certainly, with the money of Primo, it might be easier to buy more dresses.

But it is not.

It was more valuable to silk than the finest dresses worn by royalty.

I was trampled on such an important thing in front of me, and even though the silk seemed to spill tears, my voice did not scream.

Because she is a slave. You are not allowed to go against the Lord.

"(I……!)"

Even if I was trampled on something important from Alistair, I didn't have the courage to fight it.

However, it is natural that they will not come out. If you go against it here, it is quite possible that silk will be killed.

However, she still felt so helpless that she hated herself.

"Well, what are you already hiding ... Yeah? What's in your hand?"

"Ah!"

Primo was in a good mood to tatter her dress, but she noticed that she had something white in her hand and pointed out.

Hiding in a hurry, but it was too late because it was already seen.

"Silk, it's too late. Show me that too."

Say it and reach out.

Slaves who can't go against the Lord are quiet, white ones.

"No, no. This is absolutely ...!"

"Now ...?"

This was supposed to be the case, but here silk was the first to resist.

He beat Primo's hand and held it with great care.

Because it's a fan letter she's taken as her first step in her dream, and she gets her first audience.

Handing it over also means handing over his dreams.

That was a must-have.

"I'll give you it!"

"I hate ...!"

Primo was screaming and shouting at the fierce resistance, but the silk never bowed.

Hold on to your chest with care, crouch down and curl up.

Seeing such a figure, Primo feels angry enough to burst his blood vessels.

"This ... !! The slavery feeling ... will you go against me!"

"Wow! Pugh ... Oh !?"

Therefore, Primo strongly kicked the silk body.

Screaming silk. But she never tried to let go of the letter.

"It's good! Quickly! Give it! Give it!"

"Uh! Poo ...! Pagaha ...!?"

Trampled over and over again.

The shoes are trampled on dirty soles and the clothes are dirty.

Her slim spine, unlike him, screams, screaming, because she is stomped on with her weight, with her fat body.

Bone creaks and dull pain accumulate.

In spite of filthy violence, Silk still curled up and kept the letter.

"Hah, huh ... !!!!!! ... this guy ... !!!"

A primo with plenty of greasy sweat on the beard and blood running through the large eyes.

Certainly, those who resist are worthy of oppression, but I'm frustrated if they are completely rejected.

I didn't want to admit my inconvenience, I had a mental childhood.

However, its heavy body cannot even hurt silk any more.

"Ed weige !! Hurt this guy !!"

Therefore, it is up to others who are good at Primo.

He ordered his escort Ed Weige to try to hurt the silk.

"Kihihihi!"

"Ah……!?"

Even though Primo is not trained at all, Edweige is a woman who has become so devastated that she can be appointed as an escort for the aristocracy.

Silk was unable to prevent her from attacking her.

Edwige approached her with a quick movement like a snake, and grabbed her thin neck and lifted her.

"Guh ... kaha ...!"

Ed Weige's arm is also very thin.

However, it lifted the silk body with such a strong force that it could not be imagined from its appearance.

"Oh ... I don't like your face. I'm so cute and well-dressed.

"Ah ... geho ...!"

He looks up at the silk and looks at the silk with close eyes.

It was a very terrifying sight, but silk was not given the time to fear the struggle of being strangled.

"You can't kill me, the client"

"Of course! This is because his parents have a grudge .... I'll match my daughter more painfully than I die ..."

Primo gets angry while sweating a lot of sweat with her bright red face lit further.

After confirming to him, Ed Weige sighed unfortunately.

The smell of silk distorts the face.

"Well, that's why I can't kill you if you want to kill ... but it's good to hurt? For example ..."

With one hand not holding the silk neck, she scratches her face with her claws.

"To get this face messed up, okay ...!"

――――――

Silk that trembles with the body.

Actors have a life in their faces. It would be difficult to get into a troupe if you have severe wounds.

No, human beings hate being left with lifelong scars before that.

You're trying to do it on purpose, so you'll be seeing the inside of Edwiège.

"Kuhha ...! Oh, good. If you don't kill me, I don't care what you do. Don't feel bad, silk. This is also because of your parents."

Primo, who can't do anything but misunderstands Edweige's power as his own, sneers at silk with a gruesome smile.

In the first place, her parents aren't bad or the cause ... but in him, the facts have been conveniently rewritten.

"Kihihihihihi! I'll make your face, dress, and shreds!"

"Ugh ... guh ...!"

Edwieges laughs in front of the silk and squeezes his neck.

Was it wrong for me to have a dream?

With consciousness turbid, Silk thought about that.

Wasn't a dream something everyone should have?

Was it wrong to be a slave like you, dreaming of an actress active in a great theater?

I want to strongly deny it. But I could not deny it.

Tears accumulate in the light purple eyes of the silk and flow down the cheeks.

Now that her parents have been murdered, no one will help her.

She was unknown to anyone here, and was supposed to be secretly popping out of the steps to her dream.

“―――――― No, it ’s not a mistake”

"Gyu !?"

I heard such a gentle voice and screaming.

The gentle voice is a voice that she knows well ...

As soon as you hear the voice, you are released from the strong powers of your neck and the silk is about to fall to the ground.

The moment he was hit on hard ground, there was a man who hugged her in the meantime.

"Geho, Geho! ... Oh, Rister ...?"

Since the supply of oxygen had been stopped, he moved his vague head desperately and opened his eyes.

In the blurry view, Alistair smiled faintly.

As if she appeared like a hero, Silk shed warm tears, unlike tears of despair as before.

"Oh, I came to help a big future actress."

Alistair replied, gently smiling, at the silk that turned her hot eyes.

"(I don't want to do that! Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!

"Because you've come this far, don't get hungry! !

No one knows the inner heart.