The girl I named Yumiel started working a lot.
I bought it out for cooking, laundry, cleaning, and working really well every day, every day, at least.
As early as a month after I bought this guy... I can't believe that a girl like that mannequin is going to be such a worker, that it's worth teaching her the art of life clearly.
Now I can pull the cage like it was... I wish I could, but I'm still anxious to leave it to myself.
'Cause I can't believe you said before that you preferred dark tea, and they served tea that multiplied the tea leaves tenfold.
Besides, if I asked him to slap the dried futon, he would have slapped it even after sundown... and like this, he still hasn't been able to add or subtract it.
So I can't keep my eyes open.
Even when I'm caged in my room, I worry, "Wouldn't I fail," "Haven't I done anything beyond degrees," and end up watching Yumiel work on the couch in the living room.
Even now, I'm still following Yumiel on a crate to the kitchen cooking table to make up for her missing height, "Wouldn't it be easier to fall" with my eyes.
And you laugh bitterly when you realize you're like that.
You're like a worrying parent dog.
"... rice is ready"
When was it approaching, Yumiel stood beside him with a basin with lunch on it? He's still quiet in his mouth and movement.
"Oh, oh, thank you. Well, let's eat."
"... go ahead"
"Hmm? We're eating together. Bring yours too."
"... but"
"From Yi, from Yi"
Press reluctant Yumiel's back and head to the kitchen with him.
Yumiel shys away from all sorts of things because he is a "slave". Not wanting to have dinner seats with you is one of them.
Others say, "I can't take a bath faster than my husband" or "I can't walk shoulder to shoulder with my husband"...... still, these are in the process of persuading me too.
Well, I guess that's what you have to do if you're a slave bought by these rich people, but I don't consider Yumiel a slave.
I don't care what they say if I'm not a slave because I'm going to leave it at home... anyway, I don't want to treat a little kid like this as a slave.
I want more rice with you than I want to live with you, and I don't want you to show me the odd reluctance to bathe or shop.
I don't care how it goes, I'm not someone else in red anymore.
This is my relationship with Yumiel up to a month after we met.
Careful, that's rejected. A relationship like a parallel line that leaves you right away when you interact.
Like right now, we're not the kind of people who can say things to each other with a bad mouth. It wasn't like we were equal partners.
Now that I think about it, I was over Yumiel, and Yumiel didn't recognize me as anything but the "master of slaves".
My husbands and I and Yumiel, born slaves. I think it's natural to have a relationship somewhere.
I guess that relationship changed because there was that one after all...
... Yeah, that's all I can think of.
That I told Yumiel I was one of them the day it rained softly.
That's what happened, so there's us now.
The trigger was trivial.
While I was out, Yumiel cleaned my room... and threw away some of my personal belongings.
When I got home, I just ran into Yumiel coming out of my room... and I was glad then that this guy was starting to move spontaneously, too.
That was a very pleasant extension of what I asked for: "Cleaning the living room".
'Cause in the beginning, you were a thoroughly instruction-awaited person. You can't do anything without someone typing a command, a girl like a robot... and that makes everyone happy when you let them do more than they told you?
That's right, you walked into your room with your face scorched.
But in an instant, that face froze.
No.
Where there is to be, there is not to be.
I kept it on my desk, a memorable item with my best friends, a little trinket I bought on my trip... put it together, it was gone.
And turn to me with a grunt, a word from Yumiel.
"... I threw it away because I thought it was rubbish"
Sure, it's like garbage. It won't be any synthetic material, and it won't be useful for your life. The shells I picked up in the Mediterranean will certainly only look like rubbish if anyone sees them.
But it was important to me. That's about as much as putting it on your desk to get into your eyes.
I said trash and threw it away... and even Yumiel said, "... if you want something similar, I'll pick it up." I was cut out.
It's getting a little more human, I thought it was a little less distant from this girl. But, you know, it was all an illusion.
There's a mixture of anger in me and feeling lonely somewhere... and I'm going to call Yumiel, "Get out!!" He yelled at me.
A girl who wouldn't change her expression to such anger seemed so hateful. "... I'm sorry," he said, looking behind Yumiel leaving the room, "I guess it's not a genuine word anyway," so much so.
But anger doesn't last that long. I don't know about people, but I'm a little cautious. When I leave it to my emotions to yell at me, the more guilt I get later.
Especially if I have a problem, like this one.
If it's important, you just have to close it in your own items section. "If I had put it in the item section, it could disappear like that orb," it would have been so cool if it hadn't flown in cowardice and left it out uncrafted.
In the first place, there's something you shouldn't throw away, because I didn't tell Yumiel. There's no way that that kid, who still lacks common sense, can tell the difference between a shell as raw garbage that even comes out when he cooks rice and a shell that's memorable.
Yeah, I had a problem this time, too. Yet I can't believe you decided unilaterally to be bad... it's not too late now, let's apologize.
Though that's what I decided after all my troubles... in the end, I can't move.
I don't know how I can stop... what side I can see down when I'm so irrationally angry that I kicked him out of the room.
No, but Yumiel doesn't seem to care about that... but... no, no...
That's how I couldn't get out of my room until dinner.
"Is that it? Yumiel, where have you been?
I put it on dinner, and I came downstairs to apologize to Yumiel, but I don't have a key opponent. Then there's nothing I can do.
On the contrary, it's not even lit, even though it's already dark. The living room was dark and there was no firewood in the fireplace.
"Yumiel? Yumiel?"
Are you even cleaning the bath? Or maybe practice some fixtures I'm not used to yet, so I look around the house, but there's no shadow or shape.
"Where... could it be"
If you are not at home, you will inevitably be outside. But I thought it wasn't supposed to go out this late, either, even though it was raining... Yumiel's shoes had disappeared from the dirt in the front door.
"He......! Seriously..."
Maybe Yumiel went to the coast. I wonder if you went to pick a replacement for the shell you threw away, just like you said.
It's still autumn on the calendar, but it's been cooling down completely lately. In the meantime, in today's weather, it's the coastline tide. When I was out all day from noon until now... for the girl's skinny, the strain is too high.
"That idiot......!
Right away, I weave my jacket and stick my foot in my shoe. Rainy cities have few people. Besides, no one will lean on the coast at this hour.
That means that no matter what happens to Yumiel, it's unlikely someone will help.
Yumiel is as good as he looks, he's not the one with the strength. I need to pick you up soon......
Open the front door so that something can rush you. As soon as possible, the chills pouring in. Sleepy rain seems to be causing temperatures to drop more than I expected.
By the sea, it would be cooler. We have to hurry...
And I lowered my face toward the cloudy night sky where the rain grains were falling, and as I tried to rush to the coast… I noticed the person I was looking for standing by the front door.
"Ha!? Yu, Yumiel... what, you were here... hmm?
I tried to stroke my chest relieved that I was falling on the coast or that it was my concern... but, hey, something is wrong with Yumiel.
My whole body is wet in the rain and my white skin is always getting more and more of that degree, which makes me morbidly white.
My body trembles in blurbs and small pieces, and my eyes are somewhere vain. I didn't think this would happen in five minutes or enough.
"Oh, hey, Yumiel. What are you doing here...?
"... Your husband told me to leave, so I was outside the house"
"Stupid......! That was supposed to mean get out of the room! Nothing, you don't have to leave the house! Look, it's cold, isn't it? Get in the house."
Trouble with my perception of Yumiel. But I can't just laugh at you this time. If you do poorly, you may have a cold. I needed to warm him up as soon as possible.
But Yumiel doesn't want to move off the spot. Even when I pulled my hand, I didn't try to get inside the house.
"Oh, hey, what are you doing? Take a bath and get warm. If you stay here, you're gonna catch a cold, okay?
I'm in a gradual rush for unintentional behavior. In contrast, Yumiel's expression was clear everywhere.
And such an unwavering Yumiel, opens his mouth. Clerically. Mechanically.
"... Your husband, I am a slave. If slaves have coarsely resembled each other, it is only natural that they should be punished. That doesn't change even if you're a playful slave. Your husband told you to leave with that intention, didn't he? Because I did something wrong."
That's right.
This girl is a slave.
I've seen it all too. A slave who fails at something and gets slapped with a whip. I'm tired of being abandoned as a slave. I've also heard stories of slaves being killed in half funny ways.
Naturally, it's an unacceptable story to me... but it's the rules of this world.
As it was normal for my country not to have slaves, it is only natural for slaves to be treated unreasonably and badly in this world.
I'm not from this world. So I'm not thinking about flipping the current system for the reason that I "don't care". But... but...
"I don't think you're a slave!
Yes, even if they say "it's like that," I still can't do what I do with slaves. In the first place, I don't want to treat the same person as a slave.
"... I am a slave. I'm a loving slave while I was born. What else do you mean?
But when they say this back, they get stuck in words. While I'm telling you I'm not a slave, then I can't instantly answer what it is.
To me, what kind of fairy breed girl is that in front of me?
Slave? No, that's not it. I decide I don't want to treat you that way.
Housekeeper? No, not that either. Where's the housekeeper who does the chores with me?
So, what is it? What is this girl to me...?
I can't put that into words, Yumiel is shaking in the cold with her lips... but I'm going to share my thoughts with a definite pronunciation so that it can be passed on to me.
"... Your husband. I think you're a good person. You did nothing as terrible as you were asking your fellow slavers, and on the contrary, you taught me all sorts of things foolishly. But I am a slave. Walk with me through the city and you'll be laughed at. Tailor me a custom-made garment, though a work outfit, and I'll be sure to punch you in the pussy. I don't want" good people "in my eyes like that. So this is fine. Slaves are treated like slaves. That's fine."
Rare...... no, it's my first time. Yumiel talked for so long. What showed me my heart.
I can't believe it's a doll. It was compassion for me that this girl always tried to be a slave. Maybe it wasn't the same at first. But as I was told, whenever I was laughed at, this kid didn't want me to look like that.
As soon as I understood that...... what is this kid to me?
The answer fell to my heart.
"No, I'm not a slave... I'm one of them. You're one of mine."
"... your husband, sir?
If I'd known, I'd be holding Yumiel's cold body. And in the little girl's ear, "You're one of us," he whispered the answer he'd headlined.
Yeah, buddy. I'm not a slave. We live in a house together, but we're not family either. Like lovers and couples, we're not even friends who whisper love.
If someone else in red is in a caring relationship with each other... I think it's "buddy".
Think about it, maybe I wanted company. Ren and Yusuke are gone, and I think I missed them. So maybe he wanted someone to unconditionally be beside him... for company.
But I was timid at the same time. I was wondering if someone who would be intimate with me pulling the cage would leave someday.
So I guess...... that day, I bought a slave impulsively. "My husband taught me I can't be free," and raised me, I bought a slave that's not going anywhere.
But this kid started caring about me. For my sake, you kept trying to be a slave, the lowest level of identity. That just made me happy.
"... buddies. I don't know."
"Hmm? Really... then you just have to take your time to remember. Well, if I were to teach you just a little bit, a buddy is, like, reciprocal. And we're not going anywhere in silence, and we're going to help each other..."
And I'm gonna pull Yumiel's shoulder and go inside the house.
I'm going to tell you a lot about what my people are. I'm gonna tell this kid that he doesn't need to remain a slave anymore.
You guys would agree, wouldn't you? I'm putting this kid in my company...
A plate carved "Free Life", suspended at the top by the front door. It was as if, shaken by the wind as if to reply, hit the wall lightly, chin, and made a noise.
Thus, there were four members of the Free Life.
From then on, every day gradually became noisy.
Yumiel asked me to cut my hair because it would get in the way of my chores. As a result, she cut off her long hair just as glossy as if it contained light, and Yumiel became a shortcut girl.
Since this time, I've been dating a lot of neighbors who have been away from me. Especially since Mrs. Veeville seemed to like Yumiel and the little girl was cat adored.
I did something to raise her level so that she could live alone at times, and most importantly, by Yumiel's hope that she wanted to help me.
After hanging around for a while, I tried to start a shop for anything that seemed easy if it was a defensive penetrating whip to Yumiel, who felt strange.
And there can be a fixer in the neighborhood that feeds on Japanese rice.
Try being a school lecturer.
If you do it to Wonko, you will be missed, stalked by Alti, and teased by an abandoned elf......
Really, there was a lot going on.
I think the time has quickly passed since I started the shop for anything.
Well, it wasn't a bad day. It was fun. Even without Ren or Yusuke, I didn't have time to get back depressed because of all the foolishness I was making with them.
So don't worry too much about leaving first. That's what I did on my own.
Besides, this is how you came to see me.
Hey, Ren?
"... and well, there was a lot going on like that. No, it's been tough, huh?
"Oh."
Hours after I was just reunited with childhood taming on my way home...... I had more to tell than I thought, and while I was eating or something along with it, I was about to rush into the middle of the night when I realized it.
Because Ren is a good listener...... always, he keeps talking too much.
But it's time to go to bed in case of tomorrow.
When it comes to tomorrow, they're going to ask me how I came to the other world again. I was put off because it's too late today... but I can't help but wonder.
Well, Ren says we'll talk tomorrow. Believe that, let's just get some sleep. If I don't sleep, some guys don't try to sleep.
"Yumiel, you can go to sleep because you've had enough of your salary. It's getting pretty late...... take a bath first"
"... but"
Uh-huh, in front of the customers, you're still trying to set me up. If this happens, this guy won't give in as hard as he can. Well, how did you convince me...
"Yumiel, do you have a minute?
Here our handsome Ren got up -!
All right, shall I show you the skill of the girl opponent in a while?
You can convince this stubborn girl! Fuck you, Ren! Show him the earth man's will!
"You know, I just want to say..."
"... Yes"
Ren puts her hands on her shoulder lightly, approaching Yumiel.
And I said this.
"[Count Death 5]"
Power falls out of Yumiel's limbs along with a declaration of activation of the skill. Falling down on the spot as if it were going to collapse… less than a few seconds of that time was felt slowly.
"... Huh?
Yumiel remains lying down on the floor. Ren standing beside it.
That face... my childhood familiar face had the same refreshing smile as usual.