"No... you can't...!
Suddenly, that's what Lulu shouted. To say that I screamed, my voice was slightly small and not powerful, but I felt something so truthful from Lulu that it seemed to me.
I've been trying to come up with something since I bought it, Lulu. Still, I wish we'd gotten along a little bit, but apparently my thoughts failed.
"... what's wrong with that?
Grab the clothes that Eira gave me and let me shake your shoulder, Lulu.
What do you think and hold? [M] I don't want to treat you as a slave as much as possible, but isn't that good for you?
Then Lulu looked up at me with a look that exfoliated her anger emotions so much that it didn't even reach under her feet when she slammed off at that young man. For a moment, I lowered my legs one step like I was under pressure. I met "The Red Night," and I thought I wasn't afraid of anything, and just a 12-year-old girl put me under barometric pressure.
"Dear Tight...... you are too kind!!
"Huh..."
"Why don't you scold me......! Slaves are less abusive than their husbands, like livestock...... I can't believe they hold hands or stroke their heads...... such a bad dream! If it's true, it should even be a sin to be rumbled and touched by my husband...! If a normal slave sleeps better than his husband, he has to be scolded! Even a meal isn't really weird if you can't give it...! Even the clothes aren't weird with that boring cloth!
Being nice is odd.
That's common sense for slaves, dreams that can't be fulfilled, desires. Happiness that should be in the moment of birth in this world, something you lost when you became a slave.
Lulu, as she looks, is still a young, pure child. Still, the only thing about it is firmly engraved in my mind. If I am not to be tender, I can no longer live a life that cannot be abused.
But I was acting out of common sense?
"That's not all......! Absolute obedience to my husband is a natural slave...... why didn't you order me! Why won't you force me......! I will do anything if you tell me to do it... it will be offensive, it will be the one to hit the grievance, I have no experience... it will be the one to fight the night games...! But why didn't you tell me?! You disobeyed my orders... why are you forgiving me...!!
That was the best emotion I ever had.
A child like Lulu, who has lived as a slave since childhood, must be afraid of a life that cannot be abused. A slave who has been promised a life that will always be abused, a slave who has decided that he will never be tender again.
Yet since yesterday I've been holding hands, stroking my head, praising, being nice, doing what I thought was impossible.
For Lulu, that's impossible. I'm scared because it's impossible. You're making me nervous.
I can't believe I'm scared of not being abused... it's kind of pathetic.
"... Lulu"
"Huh... yes... defiant slaves are abused like this... slap me, throw away the ramblings... that's what I mean by living..."
I want you to slap me, I want you to ramble, the conveying words of that feeling. The way Lulu says to my calling, shaking his shoulders and turning away from his eyes, is terribly painful.
"I don't slap you, I don't ramble, I don't abuse you. I won't use it as a gateway to lust, I won't enforce orders, and I won't abuse you in any way. All I can do for you is hold hands, stroke your head, praise you, have dinner with you, sleep with you, be nice to you."
"What... you still don't get it!? I am a slave!!
"You're a slave, but you're one of me, a family."
"Become..."
Yes, you are my slave. But it's my people, my friends, my family. That's how I treat you, why I'm being nice.
I don't have a hobby for abusing girls.
"Hey... why..."
"Look, Lulu, you're my slave. But they bought it from me and they did what I wanted them to."
……
"You are a slave. But, you know, you can be nice. I won't ask you how you became a slave, and no one may have ever been nice to me before. But not from now on, from now on, I'll be nice to you, and I won't forgive anyone who abuses you.
Now I'll be nice to Lulu, like Shishi, who was being abused to be nice to me. I know the pain of being abused, but I also know the joy of being tender.
So, Lulu, I'll break your common sense. Your heart is mine, let me save it on my own.
"You're my family, can't you do that?
"What, what... that... that's why you didn't put a collar on it?
"No one will ever put a collar on my family"
"So... are you going to be nice to me?
"Yes, I am."
Lulu is leaning down and shivering his body as he sifts. Am I mad at you? As a slave, that's unacceptable, like?
Well, either way, I'm not giving in at all because I'm your husband.
"... then"
"Huh?"
"Then... my hair, please cut it. Because it's overstretched."
"Huh?"
"Family... what is it... I beg your pardon, listen"
Lulu has said that with a slightly uneasy uplift. Family, I would say the utmost. I see, you're trying to throw away your common sense as a slave, to practice what I said.
I've never cut my hair before, but if Lulu is trying to walk over... I'll do my best.
"Yeah, fine. When I get back to the inn, I'll cut you clean."
"... thank you, sir"
I could see that the look on Lulu's face, who said so, had just a few happy emotions.
Just a little bit, I felt her bond with us deepened.
"Good for you, Mr. Tight."
"Yeah."
"I've always been the air at the place, and I wish you'd listen to me too!
"Yeah, sorry, Finia. I apologize, I didn't forget. 'Cause I'm really sorry, forgive me, don't look so scared."
It's good to have deepened ties with Lulu, but how do we put this Finia's anger away? It's magical, you're smiling like Mia in a mood. My eyes aren't laughing. I'm sorry I scared you.
"... Phew"
Oh, Lulu laughed.
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I managed to put Finia's anger away and came back to the guild. It was pretty hard to hold Lulu and avoid the rampant Finia's magic attacks. A couple of stray bullets were knocking down the Warcraft.
Well, while I managed to tear it down, I came back to the guild with the herbs Lulu took. Mia looked at me a little worn out, but when she came to the reception with a thin laugh as usual, she also floated her sales smile as usual.
"Again, you're slightly worn out, did you even encounter a strong warcraft again?
That's not funny because there's also the "Red Night" thing. Nevertheless, I gave it back with a bitter smile.
"Lulu."
"Yes."
Turning to Lulu, I put the herb I honestly had on the counter. Lulu is so low in height that he has a head on the counter. I guess that's why I didn't see the herb, Mia just took out the request for our request as convinced.
"You accomplished the request. We have a week's deadline, so couldn't we have done it a little slower?
"Yeah, well, yeah... it was good because there was a harvest"
That's what I say as I stroke Lulu's head. Her expression narrowing her eyes in a pleasant way looks somewhere more loving than yesterday. Is it because it feels so sweet without hesitation?
That seemed to pass on to Mia, too, and she grinned as if she had seen a smiling object. When a beauty laughs, it turns out to be a picture.
Mia then processed the request quickly and rewarded me. Let's just say I got one silver coin for this reward and three gold coins for what I got.
"Dear Mr. Tight,"
"Something, Mia."
"How about it's time for you to be trained in ranking up?
Rank up…?
I thought you might be able to bring these stories from around sooner or later, but I didn't think Mia would.
But I'm not going to go up from the H rank at the moment. I mean, I don't feel like I can go up. 'Cause he's got 40 arms, right? Besides, this is a limit value, right? You can't help it, you're a slave, but I'm confident you'll lose to Lulu.' Cause this kid's got a better arm. Besides, I unconsciously remember (Fri) poking at the steeple, and I never want to fight.
"I'll stop, I'm weak."
"... Really?"
"Oh, but can we register Finia and the others as adventurers instead?
"Huh?"
Although I just figured it out, Finia can definitely take a higher rank. Even Lulu has good qualities, and the performance of the Beast Man should give him a higher rank. I was the only one who signed up because I didn't have any money when I signed up for Adventurer, but now Finia and the others can.
It doesn't have to be me to raise the rank. Finia and Lulu can put together and get a request to crusade the Warcraft and you can get to the level, and you can make money. Two birds a stone.
"Are you sure? Mr. Tight."
"I told you, Finia, I want you to be strong anyway. So, protect me."
"... yeah! Ok!"
"... So, Master Finia and... Lulu, are you? You'll be registering adventurers for"
"Yeah, nice to meet you"
Little by little, it's getting stronger. Even the level is up. In a few moments, let's look at the time and find a way back to the original world. So, you make good on your promise to Sign.
But when that happens... Finia and Lulu, I don't know what to do -
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After registering, me and Lulu came back to the inn. Finia says she'll be attending the training that was conveniently open after she registers. Well, Finia's strength would come with an F-rank at her leisure. Lulu is still at level 1 and has immature combat experience, so for now it just meant registration.
"Well, Lulu"
"Yes."
"You've become an adventurer, and I want you to continue to fight the Warcraft."
"... Yes"
"It's hard to say before I said family or something, but it's okay because it comes with me and Finia at first, I promise I won't let you get hurt one more time"
Lulu is...... or normal people fear warcraft. Because we don't have the skill to fight, because we know that if we do it together, we will die.
But being with me means fighting something. I figured I needed a lot of fighting power.
"Okay."
"Yeah, there... I'll give you this"
"Little Sword, is it?
"Yeah, the armorer says you can handle women, so maybe even Lulu can handle them."
He's got more arm than I do.
"But... this is your weapon..."
"I honestly don't feel like I can handle it, and if it's offensive, Lulu better have it."
"... then, I'll have it"
"Yeah. Oh, yeah. I need to cut my hair! Hey, can you lend me that?
"Oh, yes."
Remember your promise and lend me your little sword. I asked him to sit in my chair and stand behind Lulu. I have long hair that sticks to the ground when I sit down, but if I touch it, it still feels saggy and comfortable.
Put up your little sword and cut it all around your shoulder blades. I have no experience with haircuts, so I cut them carefully and carefully. And when I finished cutting all the forehead and other details, Lulu became cute to look different.
Her hair, which was bossy, was somewhat neat, and if paired with her body, which had a slight return of vitality from the beast man's resilience, she had become an atmospheric girl, such as pure clarity. Also, when I bought it, my eyes, which had no vitality, were largely revitalized, and the beautiful clothes went so far as not to think of them as slaves.
"Yeah, yeah, I guess this is it. Yes, thank you"
Return the little sword to Lulu, wrap up the chopped hair and throw it in the trash. Then I found what was in the trash. It's a "slave collar", given in by the slave trader. Did you throw it away when you returned to the inn after that?
"It's..."
"Oh, yeah," Slave Collar, "huh? It's okay, I won't put it on."
"... no, put it on"
"Huh?"
Oh, what? Lulu, did you have such a hobby? I thought so, but it seems different. I'm being serious. It wasn't a joke.
"... why not?
"Master Tough told me I was family...... I'm glad to hear that, but...... I'm only a slave. Don't forget that... so if you're going to tell me I'm family... put that collar on."
"... you want me to wear this collar as a sign of my family, not as a slave?
"... I don't mind if you don't want to be tough... but I want you to."
Slavery, are you saying that the position is still not such an easy chain to throw away? To insist that it is a family, slaves do not change that fact, as also found in the title of Slave, Status.
So you're saying let's be a family by not forgetting our position as slaves? A collar for it, a promise for it. A collar for Lulu to become family with me.
"... then I'll ask you how much I owe you"
Simply attach this collar and a pact will be made for the subordinate. But it won't be an 'order' unless my husband makes it into words as an order. Besides, there is no way that a relationship that breaks down with such a collar can be considered a family.
I put a collar on Lulu for you. And give orders again.
"Lulu, you're my family. You don't have to listen to my orders if you don't want to. I teach you what you can't do, and I'm not going to let you do what you can't do. This is an order."
"- Yes, Mr. Tight."
Thus my husband (I) and slave (Lulu) became family.