Garudeina Oukoku Koukoku Ki

To talk about her, the girl given the name Ferris, we must first explain the birth and growth of the subhuman in this world and the general flow until it is sold.

In this world, at least in this continent of North Tennessee, the subhuman is completely livestock treated. If there is a difference, it is intelligent, and in buying a subhuman, the knowledge is also included in the assessment.

Because it is subhuman to buy to compensate for the shortage of manpower, or to reduce the cost of labor itself, but if you do not understand what human instruction tells you, you will not be able to work, and it is cumbersome to not be able to communicate with other subpeople when you purchase more than one. Especially from sellers, since it is easier to sell if you had more knowledge, it is the predominance that about ten years from birth until you become a seller educate you about the language and the jobs you may get in the future.

And about its reproduction, but this doesn't interfere at all with their intentions either. It is normal to gather females and males who are a little older to work and force them to perform reproductive acts by pushing them into a narrow shed. (In addition, these are still good as subhuman lifetimes, and subpeople who have passed their original work platter, or are no longer available due to injury or illness, are probably often disposed of. Also, males are often killed around the age of thirty when they are said to be the most rebellious).

That's how you move them from what you had children into another cabin in turn, and make them raise them.

Among the subhumans, the beast man often gives birth to children, so it is suitable to reproduce them, which is also due to the fact that they are most commonly placed on the market and because of their profound character in their emotions, or because they have less human effort to raise them with affection after their birth, even if they are so-called unwanted children. (It is also significant that its growth is slightly faster than that of humans and that it will be able to work enough around the age of ten).

Thus born is a girl who is later given the name Ferris.

Ferris' oldest memory is in a small cabin of straw laid wood. I have a mother, and I have several other equally good children. Inside, there were still even dairy drinkers.

In total, they would have been about six siblings, but all of them, including their mothers, had grown up with the love of their mothers without knowing anything yet.

Everyone admires my mother, she was always kind. He taught me the words carefully, even farming, caring for animals, washing plates and cleaning, tools if any, and he explained them cordially in words and pictures if not.

Especially when it comes to words, it seems like they taught me all the time to look at my spare time every day. I was taught never to wear it wrong or use rude words, and my ears hurt so much. And that we must not defy humans.

Ningen, I've hardly ever seen you before. It's a disgusting thing, a degree of recognition, to come to this cabin from time to time and take my mother somewhere.

And my mother, who returns after a while, always falls asleep as soon as she is exhausted. The smell of someone other than my mother was strong and sometimes even felt like a strange smell. I've thought about asking myself what that is, but I told myself I'm sure I shouldn't.

But after four to five months, I understood what it was. Because my mother's stomach was growing.

To the girl, it seemed like her end of the line and gave up thinking deeply.

Eventually, a few years later, when I was able to speak my words without any difficulty, and my body had grown to a great extent, came a human being I had never seen.

"This way."

"Hey, you're such a poor bitch. You can't work hard like this."

"So this is the best you can do for the amount you've offered."

"That's why you don't have this! At least a male..."

"If you were a male, you'd be younger than this, but you'd double it, wouldn't you?

"If... he said it was double! Don't be ridiculous! We still have the best forehead..."

"Then give up. Fortunately, these parents were very polite in teaching them the knowledge, experience, and language that they knew, so they could sell it on better terms if they let it go."

"Gu...... ok! That's it!

"Thank you for your purchase"

Yes, when our "owner" says, he tries to take the girl's hand. If you'd listened to the conversation now, you'd know. I was bought.

"Oh no... Mother!! Help me, Mother!!

"Goddamn it... this guy... grow up!!

A man with his hand pulled up his cheek as much as he wanted, a sudden pain, something he had never known before.

"Shit... Shit... Mother... Mother..."

The pain leaves me powerless and they take me outside. The woman, whom I called my mother and admired, merely turned a lonely eye, and instead of reaching out, she did not even speak to me.

It was a small village in one country where the girl was brought. There was not a single compatriot there, but he was only made to curse and violence as he did every day.

In the beginning we managed to talk and be loving and try to get in a good mood, but that seemed counterproductive and instead pissed them off.

"Don't talk busy when it comes to livestock"

That's what they said and beat me up. From then on, it was just every day I would do the job I was given in silence. Grasshoppers in lean fields, drawing water to nearby rivers, carrying harvested vegetables, and chasing the occasional vicious beasts around.

Worked hard. Still, the effort of one girl is known. That doesn't make the village rich. They still wield violence when they are uncomfortable with what they know.

But only one day, about three years after I started closing my heart, the person came. A silver-haired, blue-eyed person, Dragnil. Even I, who do not know the world, have heard and known the legendary race like a gaga many times from my mother.

The man knew from everyone that he was named Georg Stanford, because he was called Stanford at first and Georg later.

But I don't know who you are, because everyone's gonna keep me from seeing you.

Only once, I peered outside to sneak a look, but when I found it, I was hit all over my body with a stone. His ears were chipped, his mole remained in his body, and his tail, sandwiched by hard ground and stone many times, was cut a thousand times.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry..."

It didn't take long to let go of consciousness without withstanding the pain that struck my whole body.

Eventually, I was merely fed and lived.

Looks like the village has grown very rich. The smell of fruit, which I have only smelled about once a week so far, now drifts like every day. According to the voices I heard, Dragnil planted many more in the village.

I felt miserable every time compared to the rotten smell of blood and flesh drifting from my wounds. Where would the brothers and sisters who don't even remember their faces anymore have been bought? Is that kind mother still alive? I even thought about that, and the tears flooded me.

And when I did a few days, I did something I should never have done. At night, he went outside to make sure his eyes were gone. I'm not sure why I did that. Did you want to escape, or did you want to seek help from Dragnil, who just happened to benefit this village you visited? Anyway, I wanted to go outside.

And I found it. Sweet scented orchard. The last time I saw it, there was nothing like it. That's not all. The fields that were lean in that distorted form were beautifully tidied, and the villages were surrounded by dirt walls to prevent the vermin. Dragnil I wondered if this was all that would change my life just because one person visited me and yet why I was the only one who didn't change anything.

If I noticed, I was holding fruit that was living a little higher than my back length. Can you share some of the favors? How long has it been since disobedience broken out?

The result was terrible. The first villager I found hit him first. Those who rushed after him kicked their bellies and their backs that were falling. And he that came later held a stick in his hand, and beat him hard with it. Women and old men who do not join the assault have been made to curse.

Violence that is not even allowed to apologize and continues uninterrupted. But eventually my voice sounds.

"What are you doing there!!

It was not until a while later that I could know whose voice it was.

"Are you awake?

Such a gentle voice slaps his ear.

At first I didn't realize it was meant for me. More than that, I was concerned about something warm under my head. It belonged to the Lord of his voice.

"Hih!!

When I did something terrible, I accidentally flew away and just apologized.

"Enough......"

I thought I heard that voice, maybe abandoned and killed. So I kept apologizing.

"Enough... stop, enough"

I heard such a voice and suddenly got all wrapped up.

"Hih...... no!!... hey..."

touchable by others, that was only the time in the last few years when violence was wielded. Therefore, I resisted for fear of this warmth. I scratched, bit, and twisted my body. Still, this warmth didn't keep me apart, it just spoke in a gentle voice.

Eventually, I accepted his voice, as he kept hearing the words.

His warmth, it was very similar to the warmth of my mother, who only lost it when. And the words, even if they are lies, because these beautifully healed tails and ears are true.

And he said, You are free to live.

Freedom. A word that sounds sweet, but also contains cruelty. It's too spicy for an animal man to live in this world. There is an unlimited limit to living freely.

But overlapping, he said, "I will be my friend, my partner, my family, whatever."

When I realized it, I asked if I could believe it. And I was citing my faults.

But he kicked one of those things. And that's what I've been saying to make you listen to me.

"I would like to…"

I couldn't hear what I said myself, and still, I came out of my mouth, I could put it out, my will.

"I can't hear you."

"... I want to live"

It's a minimum desire as an organism.

"Is that all?

"I want to live with you"

That, accidentally, mouthed, definite desire.

"Low voice"

"With you!! You saved everything for me, with you who gave it to me!! I want to go with you!! I want to live!! Together everywhere! … together……………"

I want someone to live with. I want someone to treat me equally. I want a family that's easy to talk to, that's sweet.

"Well said."

That said he... my brother, he was kind enough to envelop me with every wish I was born into.

On this day, I'm sure I gave him a second voice in my life.

Thus, the girl who became Ferris would run through a history of fury with Georg, who became his brother.

Later in life, within the Kingdom of Gardina, the scene will be featured in many stages and books, and as one of the most moving and fantastic scenes, it will be loved by many people, but it is still something that they do not know.