Isekai Ryouridou

Chiffon-Cher was alone in blurry thoughts in a small space surrounded by gray walls.

It is between passing into the room of Princess Lifreia, the current head of the Count Turan family, master of Chiffon-Cher.

Unless I could run errands on my husband, it was Chiffon-Cher's job now to sit here alone like this.

I can do my job just sitting around, so it's never been easier. but spending most of the day without having to exchange like that was also an inexorably painful thing.

If I'm blurry that way, my thoughts really lean in the direction of not being.

Chiffon-Cher, in particular, was often caught in the minds of past events.

That's probably because they delivered the word from Asta to the Earl of Dalaim family humans.

Asta met Chiffon-Cher's brother in Accommodation Town and told me that he was alive and well.

(My brother Eleo was alive... I wonder what kind of guidance that would lead me to face Asta...)

Chiffon-Cher should not have been face-to-face with his brother in nearly five years.

Chiffon-Cher is a castle town, Eleo-Cher is Turan territory, each living raw. That life is about five years old, too.

In the first place, the Chiffon-Chelles were themselves held captive as slaves more than ten years ago.

The settlement of the Tarless Mountains, where Cher's house was located, was slammed to extinction that day by the armies of Selva.

All the grown men and old men were slaughtered, and all the young women and children were to be taken as slaves. Mahydra's man must have been as big as he could fight as a warrior if he was thirteen, so if he was a year late, his brother Eleo-Cher would have been killed as well.

That means I lost my hometown when my brother was twelve - Chiffon-Cher is only ten years old. About thirteen years ago now, the Chiffon-Chels will have been given the destiny to live as slaves.

The first to be taken was a villa in some territory, about five days away by luggage from Mahydra.

I still didn't remember the West word at the time, nor did I remember being revealed the name of the territory in the first place. Somewhere in Selva, where we don't even know that name, the Chiffon-Chels were supposed to spend eight years.

I think the most painful part was in those days.

Both parents and compatriots were killed and forced to work as slaves in Selva. I even resented God as to why we had to give ourselves such a fate.

Connected by chains, beaten with whips, worked like animals - the only meal given was once a day, a muddy water-like broth with bones and vegetable scraps simmered in poiton, and only straw full of soil was prepared for the bedding. It was also a fairly northern neighborhood in Selva, so the cold weather at night and so on was not significantly different from that of Mahydra, and about half of my people were to lose their lives in the first few years.

The people of Selva, who lived near the border, hated the people of Mahydra with all their heart.

There was no way they could have condoned the slaves like that.

On Chiffon-Cher's back there are still traces of leather whips struck back then.

But neither did they hate the people of Mahdra for any reason.

Selva and Mahydra continued to contend over the territory long before Chiffon-Cher was born.

In the town occupied by Mahydra, the people of Selva are put to work as slaves. In addition, you have killed your people in battle. That's how Selva and Mahydra have spinning a history of resentment and hatred over hundreds of years.

My brother was murdered by you, and there was a whipping man.

Some women spit that my daughter was exposed to you.

Chiffon-Cher began by remembering the words of the west, from the cursing words that were often heard. The first word I remember was probably "barbarian".

Chiffon-Cher originally had no hatred for the people of the west or anything else.

The settlement where Cher's house was, was peaceful, and until that day of calamity came, he never saw the people of the west at once.

However, it was not that the compatriots of Chiffon-Cher were not part of the dispute with Selva.

The Chiffon-Cher fathers had also killed as many of Selva's people as they could. Down the mountains of Tarez, they had attacked the towns and settlements of Selva and brought back mountains of rare meats and vegetables that were only available there to feed the Chiffon-Chers as well. It was just a story to Chiffon-Cher, who was still young, about how much blood was shed to take it away.

At the price of this, Chiffon-Cher's compatriots were to be killed by Selva's soldiers.

A chain of hatred may be something that is thus spinning indefinitely. When he was reminded of that elusive fact, Chiffon-Cher was to be caught in the same horrible and sad way he felt when his parents were killed.

Either way, Chiffon-Cher was to spend eight years on the land.

After eight years, Chiffon-Cher is eighteen and Eleo-Cher is twenty. Both are fine adults already.

But all the slaves were skinny because they were only given a crude meal. Especially the men and others seemed to have only about half as much meat on them as the Mahydra warriors they should have.

Eight years has taken power from the people of the Fierce North.

That's not all about flesh. Slaves, who had been flogged from an early age, were less lively and weaker like old animals than the people of the west.

Raw without hope erodes the spirit more than the flesh.

How can the Great Northern God inflict such misery upon His Son Himself? The first few years were eroded by that anger, and when the power to be angry was exhausted, all that remained was to work like a living corpse.

A sudden end was struck to such a life for whatever reason, neither that nor the Chiffon-Chels could have known. It's just that one day, all of a sudden, all the slaves who had been made to work in the land were packed in their cars and transported to another land.

Perhaps the lords who were using the Chiffon-Cher have fallen. Especially since there was no sign of an outbreak of strife with Mahydra in the vicinity, it must have resulted in the loss of identity and property for completely different reasons.

So the Chiffon-Chers were to be sold to the lords of another land.

By that time, Chiffon-Cher was also somewhat able to blur the Western language, so he could steal and hear words of such content from the standings of the soldiers.

Thus the Chiffon-Chels were brought to this town of Genos - to be precise, to the territory of Count Turan.

The journey was a long one. I think he was rocked by a luggage truck for about a month.

And the temperatures grew higher and higher every time we went down the road, to the point where even fur outfits would be unnecessary by the time half a month passed.

The sun is strong and burns my skin with stiffness. The world seemed to be surrounded by bright light and even the ground and trees were changing shades.

"Selva had such a rich territory."

The woman, who was rocked by the same luggage car, stated so in a vain voice.

'And yet why would the people of Selva even try to threaten the territory of Mahdra closed to ice and snow... How greedy is the people of Selva...?

While viewing the same sight from the small window of the luggage car, Chiffon-Cher was unable to find the words to return.

Selva's army burned Chiffon-Cher's homeland without a trace and did not attempt to occupy it. So it seems Mahydra is the one trying to take the other's territory and Selva is just fighting it.

But on the other hand, I also don't know why Selva is the only one who has such a fertile land monopoly. Maybe Selva took what was originally Mahdra's land back in time.

Since when were Selva and Mahydra in contention? Before you fought, did you have a peaceful life? What exactly motivated us to take our territory away from each other, and on which side is justice - there is no way Chiffon-Cher or anything like that would know. Chiffon-Cher was beginning to think that the only gods who could see such a thing were those who viewed the fortunes of men from far heights.

That's how all the time of the month passed, and the Chiffon-Chels arrived in Turan territory.

When he was unloaded from the luggage, it was the soldiers of Turan in white armor who were waiting there.

"You will be working in this land from today on. If I can show you enough work, you won't even be whipped. Anyone who tries to escape will be beheaded on the spot."

The compatriots who were on the spot heard the words silently.

It's already been eight years since I was captured, so no one can call me a toddler or anything. Also the women over twenty years old were sold to another land, and all that was left there were a handful of young daughters and men of various ages.

"... is there anyone in this who would oblivion the words of the West?

Eventually, the soldier's head and the man said so.

"Ask those who flaunt the Western Word to take on the role of communicating our words to their fellow citizens. If you do that, you'll be fed a better meal and bed than the others."

About ten human beings were to give their names without.

I didn't really expect something like a good meal or bed to be given. It's just until I figured if I lied, I'd be whipped later.

Chiffon-Cher and his brother Eleo-Cher were also among them.

"Alright, then pass on to everyone the words I have just said. And lazy people are sometimes skipped meals, so encourage them diligently."

That's how a new life began in Turan territory.

The job was, after all, field work.

It's a job to grow something called Fuwano and Mammalia, which can be harvested in the land. From the dawn of the night until the setting of the sun, the slaves were to be made to work like animals again all day.

But life seems so much easier than ever.

The heat during the day was intolerable, but instead, it stopped freezing at night. Meals were also given twice a day, most of which were crude poitan juice after all, but the quantity of meat and vegetables had increased exceptionally. And he that whispered the words of the west was allowed to eat, as he was first told, the flesh of the roasted fuwano and of the vanilla kimmus, from time to time.

Besides, whoever it was, the meal could be spoken of until it was full anyway. The lord of the land seemed to think of slaves dying of hunger and sickness as a "loss," and he never tried to spare just the amount of food he ate anyway.

Then he is originally a people of the stubborn Mahdra. The men and others felt the body they saw grew bigger and even taller. Chiffon-Cher, who was already eighteen, was also finally to get the moon's there.

In addition, there are highlights.

When I came to the land, I was barely hit with a leather whip.

In previous mansions, even minor failures had been whipped. No, I didn't have to fail. I was whipped and cursed. For them hating the people of the North, they did not need any special reason to sift the whip.

But the people of the west of the land never sifted the whip with rare things.

Whoever tried to escape was mercilessly cut off, but otherwise he was neither subjected to violence nor cursed.

They didn't even seem to have the feeling of hating the people of the North in the first place.

You seem to despise, or fear, the people of the North. But I couldn't see the feelings of hatred, resentment or anger there. Apparently, the humans living in this town of Genos had never exchanged swords with the people of Mahydra, so they had no reason to have hatred or resentment.

'That's why I'm never a better husband. In the city where I was made to work before, the people of the north were also treated more humanely'

It was the women who had been bought from another territory who had so stated.

In the land where she had previously been put to work, slaves who could work were given copper coins, and even allowed to marry the same people of the North as their companions.

For Chiffon-Cher, that was an unimaginable story.

"This land, on the contrary, does not know how to treat slaves because it is too far from Mahdra. There are people who work hard if you give them copper coins, and if they are even allowed to have children, they can consolidate their readiness to live in this land. It shouldn't be a loss to my husband because even a child born would be used as a slave anyway, right? My husband here doesn't know the obvious. '

There seemed to be others with such discontent.

Therefore, it was all those who planned to escape, and all those who likened Chiffon-Cher to their homeland, embraced a new life in great numbers.

The Chiffon-Chelles were made to work in worse environments.

If I don't give up living here, my better husband might buy me some. Or maybe we could be given another harsh raw as before. If we were to escape, wouldn't it be too late for things to get worse than they are now - to be caught up in such thoughts?

So when about six months had passed, the day of transformation had arrived.

An unrecognizable martial officer came and lined the slaves up in front of the field.

"This time, the lord was to be desired a slave of sidelines. In this, we shall bring to the Lord three of the most westerly of the spoken."

Chosen were two women, including Chiffon-Cher, and one man.

Eleo-Cher also gave him a name, but that was abruptly rejected.

That is the last time Chiffon-Cher saw his brother.

Originally the bedroom was separated between men and women, and in the course of his work he was not allowed to speak, so it was only during two meals that he could feel his brother's presence close to him. Even such a small amount of time left the Chiffon-Chels to be taken away.

Thus, even if he were to be summoned to the castle town, Chiffon-Cher could only gain a feeling of emptiness.

Being unchained, washed of my body, and forced to wear clothes that were superior to when I was in my hometown did not change that feeling.

And Chiffon-Cher was right.

It could never be a happier place than the outside world.

Chiffon-Cher and the others were entrusted with the lower work in the splendid stone mansion. Carrying meals, luggage, washing, caring for guests is what I do.

It was a more comfortable job than working on farmland.

But only the people of the west are on the spot. Sometimes the people of the east and the south would visit, but it is unlikely that the people of the north would be invited. And since they had been put to work elsewhere than the two of them, who were the same underwork bodies, they were supposed to experience the most solitude ever.

The master of the mansion is a creepy little man named Cycleus, the head of the Count Turan family.

Nor did this man hate the people of the North. But he despised the people of the north so much stronger than the soldiers who supervised the slaves, and he looked at the Chiffon-Cher with his eyes as if they were even the beasts of the wild.

It must have been only a whim that such Cycleus deliberately ordered the people of the North to serve. Guests visiting his mansion were surprised at how Chiffon-Cher looked, while amused. Especially the people of the south and others felt uncommon from the bottom of their hearts because they had never had the opportunity to face a distant Mahydra human being.

And there is another thing that can be considered, because Cycleus did not treat the people of the North as human beings.

Apart from their usual chores, Chiffon-Cher was also given the job of "poisoning."

Perhaps a human being named Cycleus didn't trust anything else at all.

Now, he was inviting a famous cook from the outside, so he didn't have to look poisonous to enjoy the dish.

The people of the North can be poisoned and lose their lives. That seemed to be the biggest reason for sidestepping the Chiffon-Cher guys.

Except for that, Cycleus was never a bad husband either.

Anyway, he didn't treat the people of the North as humans, so he wasn't interested or interested. Cycleus and I hardly ever had a chance to face each other directly in the first place, so no matter how despised we were, it didn't do us any harm.

So the problem was with my other husband.

He is the brother of Cycleus, whose name is Silhouel.

The man, who was the head of something called the Militia, was more brutal and a worse master than Cycleus. I didn't get a chance to look so good at you either, but he was to be whipped several times.

Chiffon-Cher didn't even make a sticky mistake.

And there was no way that a man named Silhouel specifically hated the people of the North either.

Even so, he whipped Chiffon-Cher.

It was just plain worrisome and seemed to be the same act as a child with an eclampsia throwing a plate or something.

But Silhouel is not a child. A man of magnificent stature for the people of the west. He is the head of the martial arts officer, so he is not weak. When he whipped me, I couldn't even move properly for about half a day.

But it was also a shame which damage was done.

Two men and women, with the exception of Chiffon-Cher, were to be blamed and killed by Silel less than a year later.

They never asked me why I was so foolish, but they made a mistake in front of Silhouel anyway or did something to buy me an unhappiness. Still, I wasn't supposed to imitate that I could try to escape, but I was supposed to give my soul back to God by Silhouel.

So Cycleus hears that he rarely reprimanded his brother.

Mahdra's slaves were amused by the guests, and they also needed to do different tricks to get them to work in the aristocratic hall. It's going to take a lot of work to put on a new slave again, so don't weigh yourself down - and that's what he said.

So Chiffon-Cher was to be saved.

Cycleus' consideration made him less likely to face Silhouel and no longer to be whipped.

But instead of the two people who lost their lives, no new slaves were ever called upon. Until then, Chiffon-Cher was also going to have it every time about his poisonous work, which was on duty.

That's how Chiffon-Cher got completely lonely.

Since then, Chiffon-Cher has never seen the people of the North at one time.

In a stone mansion surrounded by stone walls, Chiffon-Cher was just one northern people.

The skin, which was burning red and in the day, grew whiter and whiter, with fat instead of losing muscle. Standing in front of a strange tool called a mirror, it was a beautiful figure that looked just like her former mother there.

But that never brought up Chiffon-Cher's feelings.

I felt strongly that it was getting cold and hardened again, even though I was being moved from the worst environment to Turan to regain a bit of my humane emotions.

Like no disrespect to the Guest, he was made to remember his graceful standing behavior, even training to laugh even though it wasn't fun, and maybe he even seemed to live without any freedom beside him...... Chiffon-Cher's heart was frozen like the river surface before dawn. It was enough that I would not know for myself what twists were hidden beneath it.

That's how the moon lasts for five years - Chiffon-Cher, after all, spends time in stone walls.

The situation has changed dramatically over the past few months, but only one point has changed.

The current master of Chiffon-Cher is not Cycleus, but his daughter, Lifreia.

Cycleus and Silel were to be tried as sinners, respectively.

Cycleus was locked up in jail, and Siluel is said to have been sentenced to hard labour somewhere.

Silhouel, who was whipping a slave, is now being whipped and made to work like a slave.

The Count Turan family was suddenly doomed.

The family name is still left behind, and Refraia as the Lord is alive, but there is no longer a shadow to see the former glory. The splendid mansion has been confiscated by the Marquis and Refraia has also been deprived of his liberty like a prisoner. After that, a person named Tolsto, who was chosen as his guardian, appeared to be on the run, but only his family name was protected, and it did not seem that Cycleus or Silel or Lefreia's position would change.

Chiffon-Cher is going to lose her husband again.

But the new master was Refraia, and the fate of Chiffon-Cher never moved as much as it did five years ago.

Instead of all the lowest names and samurai being turned away, Chiffon-Cher was merely ordered to serve his master's side alone.

This could put them back on Turan's farmland - or they could sell them to another land again - and that kind of prediction came off all the time.

Chiffon-Cher doesn't know if that was fortunate.

It's just that on Chiffon-Cher's chest, only words delivered by Asta whirled around forever.

(Eleo is still alive... just like he was five years ago, working in the field of Turan...)

So what should I think? I wasn't even sure about Chiffon-Cher whether the emotions that lived in this chest were joy or sadness.

Chiffon-Cher lives surrounded by gray walls. As thick a wall as that was, it was as if it covered my heart.