Hisshou Dungeon Unei Houhou

Broken Girl

side: Leah Unawakened Love Brave

"Ha ha. Look, you guys, I'm taking you to someone who's going to be your lord now. It's rude."

"Yes, Mr. Asus called me" you guys. "

"Oops, sorry. But don't worry, he'll never treat you coarsely"

Now before me, Ass, the slave trader who helped me, was with the other three to lead me to our master.

Maybe I'm lucky.

Even though I have fallen into slavery, I have also been given proper food and clothing and have not been treated as badly as the public calls it.

From Mr. Ass, there was no discipline for sexual slavery either.

The woman slipped, and even I knew that if she fell into slavery, she would be treated as a mere gateway to lust, living in the village.

So I guess you're lucky that Mr. Ass took it from you, who chooses exactly who to sell it to.

"Mr. Ass. Thanks for everything. I won't forget this."

When one says that on behalf of another, everyone else bows their heads.

I, too, bow my head late.

Then, you were looking at me, Mr. Ass, and you come up here and talk to me.

"... Leah. You may still be shallow since you got here, but you're more than enough of a match. So you work hard. You lived even when the village turned out that way. I'm sure everyone in the village wants you to be happy. It doesn't have to be right now. One day, you'll have to be funny."

"... Yes"

"I don't know what's going to happen, but I'm sure I'm not the kind of person who's going to leave these three and make it into a situation where I can't see them. So rely on the seniors. You guys, too."

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'll take care of Leah."

These people are all good people, too.

You give me a proper voice and care for me when all I can do is answer like this.

But my mind, my body doesn't respond.

My village was a village secluded to the border between Roseur and Garz.

I wasn't even wealthy, but I don't have that much trouble eating.

All the villagers lived helping each other.

Mr. Ass was also here in the trade, and he had the opportunity to touch clothes and rare objects from other countries.

I thought this life would last until I was sure my life would run out.

But that's just about done.

War erupted between Rochelle and Gartz.

The devil king's plot.

That's the cause of this dispute.

But it's none of my business.

Only the results remained.

The village is gone.

That's the truth left for me.

I don't know which soldier he was.

However, our village was plundered.

I resisted desperately, but I couldn't.

More and more villages are captured and killed like play.

The woman and the young child were laid together and killed as comforters.

I was supposed to be one of them.

My father killed my mother, my sister in front of me, and I suddenly lost myself, and I couldn't react to a man breaking my clothes.

But if you notice, the room was scattered around like something was rampant, and the bodies of my father, mother, and sister were on the walls and windows in weird ways.

All the soldiers were dead, too.

After that, Mr. Ass visited the trade and said that he was looking for survivors who were surprised by the state of the village and that I was the only one left.

"Sorry, dude."

I can't react to everyone's kindness.

Everybody's supposed to be just as hard.

"It's okay. I know."

"Oh, that happened. You don't have to worry about anything. Here we go."

I don't resent being enslaved.

Because this is more like looking for a decent pick up than a slave.

I don't just feed myself, I know why they sell me.

Mr Ass only has a word of gratitude.

But I can't react.

I go into the weird building of the city in a strange dungeon with nothing to reply to.

This is a very strange place, and the gaze that can be directed at us as slaves was neither pity nor the gaze that sees things.

Treats me like the same person.

Even though it's amazing, there are many things here that I've never heard of or seen, such as the bathroom.

They're turning us over to the city reps like that.

I was very worried about not being able to react and not being able to pass it on but not pull everyone's legs.

"It's also this thank you. Don't hesitate, use it."

That's what makes us look like a man.

"Ha, thank you very much"

There stood a brunette, mediocre man.

No, rather, the line of the body is thin.

It's not a good idea to judge by appearance, but those who inevitably rise to the level are determined to be the ones who fought desperately against the demons.

So my body is disappointed, but this guy doesn't feel like that at all.

And an earlier answer.

Something went wrong.

Somehow, you don't look like the representative who created such an amazing city.

And when I thought so, I had eyes.

Seriously staring at me has been a sharp thing not to mention tentative so far.

"Ooh, ooh, ooh, tea in the trachea"

No, maybe it's your fault.

The tea I'm drinking makes me feel better alone.

but it seemed pretty important, and suddenly three beautiful ladies surrounded themselves from the door to protect the man, staring at Mr. Ass.

No, I was just alone.

"It's a misunderstanding. I just missed a cup of tea. Excuse me, my wives are disturbing you."

And I tell those women.

Oh, wives!?

These beauties?

What kind of a man is this, that two of these are wives?

After that, I briefly concluded negotiations with Mr. Ass, and Mr. Ass left.

We are left on the spot.

"For now. Let's all sit on the couch there"

"Yes, what!? Such a terrible thing!?

I have trouble being told that easily.

There can be no slave sitting in the seat where you, the delegate, and Mr. Ass were talking about negotiations earlier.

On the boulder I shook my neck to the side saying I was outrageous with the other three too.

When you see us like that and you're laughing bitterly, the three of us who were behind you come forward and tell you to feel safe.

"That's okay. Just because you're a slave here, you don't abuse me. Treat me as one person."

"... so don't worry"

"There's no whipping here to be a slave. I'll scold you."

Maybe if the people who also serve as escorts say so, it's okay.

With those words we sit on the couch in horror.

It's an amazing sofa.

It's soft and comfortable to sit on that I've never sat on before.

"Well, we've got more people, and I'm going to make tea. So, ■ ■ ■. The kids, according to the story, have skills in arithmetic and stuff. I think it would be better to coach them directly than to turn them over to the training center. Just listen to me."

"I see. If you've already got arithmetic, maybe the training center can fly."

Looks like the delegates are going out of their way to make tea, but I had more of a head for one thing than that.

Not yet, I can't hear your name.

Yes, I haven't heard a person's name since that day.

I wonder what the hell broke in me.

"Well, welcome to Weed. I am the entertainment district representative in this weed ■ ■ ■. Can I talk to you for a second?

I can't hear you.

Yes, that's why I can't answer poorly.

My heart, my body are broken, I'm deaf.

Before the other delegate's question, I managed to answer it.

Can I live?

I had already asked myself many questions again.

In front of me, a representative of the man handed out the tea, who gave a gentle explanation.

And did you try to distract the atmosphere, have a cup of tea and the three women were erupting just like the men's representatives?

And that day, after a light chat, I was led to the inn and came back tomorrow.

"Um, ■ ■ ■ Delegate. I'd like to ask you a few questions."

"Yes, what is it?

One of them was questioning a woman's representative when she was heading to a place called the Inn.

"Uh, it's our husband, but you said earlier with your wives, ■ ■ ■ other than the delegates. Is that so?

"Oh?"

Looks like you were surprised by the question, the woman's representative had her eyes rounded.

"Shh, excuse me!? Did I hear something unholy?!?

"No, that's right. I think it's about two of them."

"What?"

"Yeah, three of them, including me who was there, all ■ ■ are his wives."

"Huh!? Oh, I'm sorry. Never in a bad way..."

"It's okay. So how did you guys see ■ ■?

"Er..."

"Never mind, tell me what you think frankly. I won't punish you."

That's what we thought.

You just look like a normal person.

Don't you feel a little weak?

Is there a ruler who makes his own tea?

He said he was weird.

Even when asked what it was like to criticize her own husband so badly, the woman's representative replied with a smile.

"You'd be a good man. Because you can be so nice to people in these constantly contested days."

That's what convinced me.

And with how much love this guy has, maybe he's looking at that guy.

I'm sure it would be like that if someone were to call me a brave man.

It's not like me losing my surroundings and still getting help and not even being able to respond properly.

That's why I think.

I was wondering if I could live with this kind of luggage.

"I don't know what to say. Two letters, I guess? Three letters, I guess? Maybe one letter."

That night I lay the brave on him on my own, looking at the moon.

I was thinking of his name.