I Shall Survive Using Potions!

The soldiers who came to replace them on their way to the ghetto were, as expected, families of children believed to be the victims of a series of kidnappings of beautiful girls, yes, 'beautiful girls'.

"Literisa!"

"Sal!"

"Shelleys! Where's Shelleys?

"Unozato! Unozato!!

"Grandma!"

"Oh, my God!"

Even though there are four voices calling for children, there are two voices to answer.

Yes, this isn't the first time a kidnapping has happened, and there are many other reasons why a child is missing and the type of crime. Two sets of families holding my child in tears and two sets of families desperately searching around for the child, going up to the carriage carriage carriage carriage that was parked nearby, peering around empty barrels in semi-frequent fashion.

The crowd also leaned silently over the difference between the lights and the darkness.

Especially what the fourth family was looking for, given its name, was boyish.

The victims of this one were all beautiful girls, but they may have kidnapped boys before. And they must be sold somewhere, living well. And you must be able to get out of the investigation and go back to your families. I wanted to believe that.

"... lord..."

"I know! I know..."

The lord who perceived what I wanted to say wrinkled around my forehead and said so. Let's believe in the lord here.

After a while, the four groups of families returned to the city. There are two sets of families wrapped in smiles and laughter, and two sets of families who lean down and remain silent.

And one girl, about five to six years old, left behind after the pounding.

"Huh...?

As a result of the interview, Layette, six years old, was sold to her parents.

In the countryside, the youngest son of five brothers. Sounds like a common story.

And even though it was sold, it seems that it is only "a long period of annual service," because of a major crime when it comes to trafficking in human beings. Salaries are paid in advance to parents for an eighty year period of service. It seems that treatment is treated as human for once, but essentially, slaves alike.

And while the merchant was on the move, he was kidnapped.

"... What happens in these cases?

Even though he was sold, it would be problematic to return him to his parents.

They may think they have escaped or have received a complaint from the merchant who bought them. And most importantly, because I'm a parent who sells children, I could sell them to other merchants again, just because I made money.

"What do you think?

Though I heard it, if you think about it, you can't possibly know that lord is such a lowlife. If that's what you think, the lord asked the man under his command.

"is that parents don't have the right to take that child anymore than they received the money and let go of it on contract, and if you put it back on hand for free, I wonder if it could be jealous and rubbish from other houses that let go of the child in the same way...

Also, houses that sell children once tend to repeat the same thing again... "

"It's no use getting it back to my parents, no, you mean not for that child..."

"Ha.

Also, I bought the kid, no, he's a merchant with a public service contract, but I don't like that because such a contract is a disregard for his will, a suspicious one that is unlimited and close to trafficking in human beings, etc., so that what we're doing is taken seriously. So there's no delivery of the damage, and presumably, rather than making a lousy noise, thinking it's not a big deal to lose, such as a young girl who bought and beat at a low price, it's something that cuts off from the loss and is already leaving the city for her next destination.

I mean, it's hard to find and hand over a merchant, and it's not for that kid. "

"So what happens to that kid?

In response to the Lord's question, the man under his command answered what he thought was best.

"The best way for him to do this is to put him in an orphanage. If you think about living in a slum and dying prematurely, you'll be much happier. The orphanage is a narrow gateway, but I was wondering if it would be okay if the lord gave me instructions..."

Stay down, Layette, you're listening to the lord and the man under his command.

Apparently, he understands the story properly. My body was shaking with puffiness.

"Okay, I'll write you a brush later. A girl saved by a goddess, it would be to take proper care of her in an orphanage. Later..."

"Wait, please!

When I noticed, the words were poking my mouth out.

"The kid, I'll take it!

"" "" Yeah, yeah. Eh!

The lords and those around them were also surprised, but it was, of course, the four of them, starting with Roland, who shouted.

"Or, Master Caorle, such an unscrupulous!

"I guess that's a little impossible..."

Francette and Roland said so and disagreed, but Emile and Bell say nothing about my decision, although they raised their voices of surprise.

Of course. For both of us, I'm 'devoted to absolute loyalty, goddess'. Lately, that's starting to feel a little heavy...

"Is there a problem?

I turned to the lord and the man under his command who explained it to me, and asked him so.

If you're inside, no problem. Anyway, because if I push it through, it'll break eventually.

... What if it doesn't break?

Well, "Well, we don't seem to agree, so let's break up here. Beyond that, in a different way"...

Blackmail? No, no, it's just, it's just an expression of my free will.

"... I was wondering if there was a problem. At a stage where he was kidnapped but left without even delivering it, the merchant can be regarded as a waiver of his right to let him work under his control. Because you don't even meet the minimum protection obligation, the act. Abuse and default, in breach of contract.

If this man saved it, though by the power of the goddess, he would not be able to claim any rights from the earliest merchants.

Later, it's just a question of which girl becomes free to choose. Go back to your parents, go to the orphanage, live in a slum, choose another way of life, … and go with you.

I don't recommend my parents and slums. "

That's what my subordinate explained to me, and my lord was nodding.

"... what do we do?

That's what he asked me, the girl, no, if she's six, she's a toddler, Rayette, grinned all the time at and stuck to my leg.

"I'm coming with you!

All right, young lady, get it!

Now you don't have to feel lonely being shown to two couples!

"Well, that's what I'm talking about!

"What, is that so?!

Francet's protest, through. At the company, I didn't think it would be helpful in a place like this to acquire the ability to go through your Bureau's novels.

And just in case, I asked the lord to sign a letter attesting to Layette's identity, that is, a brief history of this one and a document stating that Layette was to be recognized as a free civilian from this territory, and that her identity underwriter was me. Paper and writing instruments, I provided.

Of course, it was the man under my command who wrote the body, and the lord just signed it for me.

If it's true, there's no way the lord would bother to prepare or sign such documents. I don't know if you felt sorry for Layette too much, or if you worried about what would happen if you treated the young lady saved by the goddess in bad faith...

So, I don't have to think about it, absolutely, it's the latter. One gold coin, you can bet. Maybe you won't find anyone to take that bet.

But now, if you meet the merchant who bought Layette, you have nothing to worry about.

If you're compelled to hand over Rayette, all you have to do is present this paperwork, make a fuss and call the official constitution. And if you ask me to find out if the original contract wasn't human trafficking, there won't be any more involved.

Also, if you see Rayette's parents, you won't be forced to take them unless Rayette wants you to. We've already let it go in exchange for money, and there's no way I can tell you that we're feeding ourselves now or that we're giving away the money we earned.

Conversely, this one has the right to appeal to Rayette to return her eighty years of service wages to herself. Because that's the money that Layette herself, not her parents, should receive.

If you poke there, you'll get rid of it easily. Whatever you do, you're a criminal slave on charges of human trafficking. We should definitely want to avoid being made unconstitutional.

... What if Layette wants to go to her parents?

At that time, he's free. Nobody, you can't force someone else's life.

"Now, if you'll excuse me."

"Ma, wait! Just give me a minute!

The errand was over, so I just tried to leave, and the lord held me back.

Well, I guess so. Well, I'll hold back, too.

Leaving appropriately, because it's difficult, and even though the body of how much was written by the man under his command, I'm sorry that the lord himself owes me for bothering to make Layette's paperwork in a place like this. Here, can we hang out with you a little more...