Gun-ota ga Mahou Sekai ni Tensei Shitara, Gendai Heiki de Guntai Harem o Tsukucchaimashita!?

Lute, eleven.

We haven't been dropped off a ship in about a year.

The neck is chained with an anti-magic collar and hands and feet.

Time is night.

The sky was covered with thick clouds.

Even though the weather is likely to rain out, the people working in the harbor did not show a bare gesture to prepare the rain gear and were doing the work.

There are lots of lights in the city that you can see beyond the harbor warehouse.

"Get in the carriage in turn. Get a man on first. Like a woman in a carriage that comes later."

A plaid iron box carriage arrives in front of you, pulled by four well-fitted horned horses.

We don't have time to slowly taste the emotions that stood on the earth, and we are moved to a plaid carriage.

We ride in 20 people at a time without defying orders.

The door is closed from the outside, a mechanism that cannot be opened from the inside.

The carriage doesn't really shake on the cracking of the ground of the peel, it goes on.

Looks like Harbor Street is the way to go when you peek through a lattice window.

And they carry it in the carriage for about an hour.

"... Looks like you're here"

The carriage turns to the back of a five-story building.

The building had billboards, written in the Continental language of the Devil, 'Lano Slavery'.

When the carriage stopped, I heard the door open from the outside.

When the door opens, more than ten men greet them.

They all put sleeves through leather armor and equipped their hands with swords, spears, etc.

More impressive than that is that they are all demonic races.

Lizard tribe of lizards standing on two legs, 1st One-Eyed tribe, Birdman tribe with wings, etc. - At first glance, there was a line of men who were likely to mistake it for demons.

Perhaps they are hired soldiers of the 'Lano Slavery'.

At the end of the road created by the private soldiers side by side, there existed a staircase descending underground.

"When you get off the carriage, keep going straight down the stairs to the basement"

A man with a twisted horn on his forehead with a skinhead opens his mouth, in a private soldier making his way.

I guess he's the leader that brings these private soldiers together.

The slaves, including me, descend the stairs to the basement without turning against one of them.

I hear a new carriage arriving from behind. And a new footstep goes down to the basement.

The basement is simple to make, but it's wider than I thought and it's limp and cold when I walk barefoot.

Lamps are hung at equal intervals on the ceiling.

But it is not the light of flames.

Apparently, they're glowing with magic.

The first place we were led was in the bathroom.

The leader of a private soldier, a horned man, catches up with us and explains the bath.

"Then you'll have to get rid of the dirt on your journey here first."

The stripper is about 18 tatami.

The bathroom is about two classroom sizes and has plenty of hot water in a bath barrel-sized long box.

That was three prepared.

"Take off your clothes here. I'll give you a towel and soap so you can wash your body and head. Use as much water as you like. I'll add you when I run out, so speak up. But don't go inside like a nobleman. It's just water for everyone to wash their bodies."

As instructed, we receive towels, soap and buckets and enter the bathroom.

About forty people, including myself, get dirty.

I haven't bathed hot water from my head in about a year.

Too bad you can't put it in the hot tub, but it just feels good to take a bath.

Again, pump water in a bucket and soak the towel.

Foam the prepared soap with a towel and remove the accumulated dirt on the long journey.

Soap is supposed to be valuable in this world.

Yet the slave house side lets me use it at all costs.

When I got up from the bath, it was even new to my clothes.

Squeeze the towel, wipe your body and head, and take your clothes.

Not new but clean washed shirt and trousers.

"Go to the dining room from the guy who raised you from the bath. The place is out of the bathroom, in the back."

Stay barefoot and go back as directed.

There was a big room on the poke - a dining room.

It is about the size of four classrooms.

A long table of coarsely made woods contained simple but delicious dishes, such as soup with plenty of beans with rising hot air, thickly chopped meat, and stir-fried vegetables.

From behind the counter, my aunt speaks in one word of monster continental language.

"Bean soup! O'Cost, Wally, freedom! Good kinadake food bell!

Needless to say, the slaves raised their voices to their surprise.

Sitting on a bench, they all enjoyed their first luxurious meal in a long time.

At the end of the meal, leave the dining room and turn right.

Go back and there's a big room.

There was a futon laid there.

Apparently miscellaneous fish sleep in the big room.

But when I lay down, the futon smelled of sunlight.

My belly hasn't been full in a long time.

If you close your eye lid wrapped in a futon that smells like the sun, you'll fall asleep as soon as your journey tires add up.

Later, my aunt in the dining room told me (in Demon Continental, of course) - mostly people who have been sold as slaves are desperate for their future.

In particular, the despair of those who have been carried on long voyages, from the demonic continent to the demonic continent on the other side, is profound.

So on the day they brought it in, boil the water, let it eat until satisfied, and put it to sleep in a futon.

Most people then calm their hearts.

Since they began to offer generous hospitality to slaves who arrived in port, there has been a dramatic decline in the number of pessimistic suicides and runaways.

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The next day, breakfast was done in the same dining room as last night.

Soup with plenty of beans, bean salad.

Why are you running out of beans...?

Around noon, the men besides me are called by the horn men to leave the basement with all of them.

As miners, they have decided to be sold to mines in the back of the Demon Continent. That's why they took him as early as the next day.

One head, 20-50 gold coins seems to be the market.

I'm a racial child, and I can speak Demon Continental if it's about everyday conversation.

Sorcery is easy, but they say it can be used, and they are contacting the upper class who will buy it for a high price.

Mostly 200 to 300 gold coins is the market. Now if I were a girl, I would have gotten a higher price - and the horn man from the Private Leader explained it to me.

About ten times the miners!

One large barrel of liquid magic metal is about a hundred gold coins, so it's definitely quite a bit of shopping.

Besides slaves, ships stop by other continents to load and carry various items.

When returning to the Demon Continent, buy slaves from the Demon Continent and load them with minerals and more to bring them to other continents.

There is a risk that the ship will sink on the way and lose its property, but the return is overwhelming business. Of course it's beefy with rights, though it seems difficult to get new entries.

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"Lute, we got a buyer for Omae."

"... are you serious"

The fifth night I started living in the Lano Slavery.

As I was having dinner in the dining room, the horned man of a private leader sitting in the opposite seat...... Obkov spoke to me casually.

He seems to be the leader of a private soldier at the Lano Slavery in order to speak Mandarin Continental fluently and also to stand on his arms.

The Horn Man began to speak in the Devil's Continental language when the men from the mine were gone and the security alert dropped and free time became available. It's worth the study, and I can do it without any problems if it's about the level of everyday conversation. I heard the horn man's name at the end of the conversation.

Obkov keeps talking with his bean soup in his mouth.

"They're picking me up tomorrow"

"Um... haven't you heard what people are like? Like gender."

"I'm sorry, I didn't say it the way I did. Apparently, there's a prospect for a buyer. So I don't know the details."

I swallow the soup beans in my mouth without chewing them well.

Obkov spoke nothing more and went on to eat.

Did you finally get a buyer even though you were a candidate......

If the buyer is a perverted guy who likes boys, it's suicide.

(-No, even if the perverted man bought it, or went to the male whore, I'd never give up and go back to the demon continent where I live and have Snow!

Absolutely anything!

... but I'd rather have a beautiful woman than a man if I were to be bought anyway!

In the previous life he remained a virgin until his death.

If you put in your reborn 11-year-old years, you're over thirty as a physical sensation. My first experience is male, and the hole in the back sucks too much!

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The next morning - I was pinched back and forth by Obkov and one of the private soldiers, going up from the basement to the top floor.

My hands are handcuffed.

The legs are connected by a chain of 1m, so they cannot move quickly.

The neck still has an anti-magic collar on it.

It is impossible to escape with a child's body without magic.

Lano Slavery, fifth floor.

Passed into a luxurious room.

Probably a customer service room.

Leather sofa, table made of worm armor, heavy desk.

There are no windows, instead ornamental plants are placed and paintings depicting the landscape are placed on the walls.

Other items of good quality are calculated and arranged.

An unrecognizable two-legged frog demon race in his room comes up from a leather chair at his desk to shake his hand.

He wears precious metal and sleeves in clothing that seems to be expensive for business.

"It would have been tough so far. This is Rano Mermel, manager of the Rano Slavery of the Caesar tribe. Greetings, Lute."

"Duh, thanks."

When I shook my hand back, I was unexpectedly not wet and thirsty.

As the name suggests, this frog seems to be the top of the Rano Slavery.

"You don't have to be so hard. Because eagles don't eat racist children."

Rano looks at my expression and inflates the bags on both cheeks strangely.

Apparently he has been mistaken for a demon because of his appearance and has been frightened many times by racial children.

Rano asks me to sit on the couch.

"Can I get you something to drink? I only have about incense tea right now, but should I still have fruit water for my kids?

"No, never mind"

"Really? Then I'll bring you a customer who might buy you a lute, so sit back and wait. Obkov and the others go outside the room and wait in front of the door."

"" Ha!

After Rano, Obkov and the others follow him and go outside.

I was the only one left in the room.

Look around the room again.

No windows.

Obkov and the others are holding back in front of the door, which is the only way in and out.

Anything that might be a weapon is a feather pen stabbed in the desk. Some hands break a vase and replace that fragment with a knife, but it's impossible to get out of here with that degree of weaponry.

(Don't rush. Your chance to get out will definitely come around one day!

While in the enslavement hall, security will be too tight for you to get out. But it might be there before they buy it.

It would be wiser to gaze at submissive attitudes than to force buyers here to be vigilant.

All I can do now is remind myself that the potential buyer is a woman.

Keep sitting on the couch with your elbows on your knees and hands together.

He pressed it against his forehead, and I kept chanting as small as a Buddha.

"God, Buddha, Heavenly God! May my buyer be a woman, may my buyer be a woman, may my buyer be a woman, may my buyer be a woman, may my buyer be a woman, may my buyer be a woman -"

If you keep living and wishing the hardest you've ever lived, including in your previous life, the sound of knocking on the door sounds.

The first person to come in was the Rano of the Kaere tribe.

After him, my candidate buyer comes in.

Rano proudly introduces me somewhere.

"This is Lute. What do you say, it'll be unusual. Dark-haired, black-eyed racial child. Plus, it's just a routine conversation, but you can also speak the Demon Continental language. I've never seen a child of such a great race."

"Ha-ha-ha! Sure, this is unusual! Hello, Mr. Lute! That's a lovely name!

It was - it was a man who came in after him.

And it's not just a man.

I wear clothes that look fancy, but they are expensive when my back length is done. I have two and a half meters.

Plus, my muscles are developing like bodybuilders, and my skin is black.

I'm so pampered that my clothes are about to fly.

Beard grown, lips thick as taraco. Her eyebrows are also thick and her blonde hair is stiffened all-back.

A muscular haunted gentleman standing in front of me seems to be my potential buyer.

Footage of tsubaki blossoms pounding down in my brain continued to loop forever.