Levelmaker

I unlock the room and go inside.

That kid hadn't opened his eyes yet.

There's nothing I can do until this kid opens his eyes. Do you also assign status?

When I tried to open the status with that in mind, that kid's upper body got up.

"You're up... good morning"

I have no reaction when I speak like that.

Either that or your eyes are empty, are you sleeping down? I'll wave in front of this kid.

Then his eyes awakened haphazardly and he looked around as soon as he could.

"Ko... Ko... what?

It's a hotel in Castle Town.

When I answered that, I don't know if it was because she noticed you were asleep in bed after staring at me for a while, but she panicked.

"Ah... ah... that... I'm sorry I used the bed, I'm sorry! So don't hit me, please. Don't hit me... Don't hit me... I don't like it hurting..."

Yes, she says as she sits grounded.

I didn't know they were pushing me this far. I wonder what the hell happened to this kid.

"No, I'm the one who put him to sleep there. You don't have to apologize."

"Put me... here?... is that what you mean...? Well... I'm new to it... so, depending on your taste... you can be nice to me... I have a missing ear and tail, and the rice doesn't go through my throat, so I'm thin and boned... and I'm sure I'm sorry to hold you..."

I shuddered puffily and said so in tears.

Looks like I'm mistaken again.

"No, no, I'm not going to do that either."

"So... what?... so please, I'm a slave, so it's a respectful word, isn't it? hey... don't hit me..."

... That's pretty serious, dude...

"That's why he said he wouldn't hit me. Besides, if there's an easy way to talk, that's fine."

"Ho... really?

"Oh."

That's worse than I really thought.

He said that slaves can be delivered to merchants once they have a rigorous education in a place such as a correctional facility.

That's all the way to this kid...? No, I can't think of that.

I feel like the merchant was saying things that would be less valuable if his ears and tail were missing.

So... something happened before you became a slave?

"Well... I'll let you..."

"Ooh. Oh, yeah. You haven't mentioned my name yet. I'm a show. And you?"

"... I'm Lil..."

"Well, nice to meet you, Lil"

I'll try to reach out.

Lil reached for my hand in horror and grabbed it.

It feels thin and cold and weak.

Besides, he's kind of shivering.

"Do you know why I'm here?

That's what I'll ask.

If I don't know, I have to explain.

"Oh, your husband bought me a defective product... from that merchant, didn't he?

"What, you were listening"

"Well... just a little. I don't know how I got here. How did I get here? Is it possible that your husband was in charge...?

"Well... you're busting me"

With that said, Lil sat down again and started apologizing.

It was already in the eyes that were beginning to stop crying, crying again, apologizing for forgiveness, forgiveness.

"No, no, you know, I don't have to apologize..."

"Well...... but! Even though I am a slave... annoying your husband... you are a slave... you are a slave..."

What am I supposed to do when this happens?

Be nice... as a big premise... You want me to stroke your head? No... but I don't stroke a girl's head that would probably be the same age for the purpose I saw... that's resistant.

Shall I shake your hand just now?

"Just calm down... I'm not mad. I'm not gonna do anything to you."

That's what I'm gonna say, but I'm gonna try to hold my hand so that I can't fool myself.

Now if Lil, the girl, tells me she's creepy or something, I'll cry for her this time.

"... sorry, I... that... scared me..."

"Oh... me!?

I knew it!? I knew I'd cry. I wasn't asking for anything in return, but comfort me, if you say you're scared or something, you're gonna hurt me with a boulder.

"No, it's not. I don't know... the..."

"If it's hard to say, you don't have to say it now."

"... yeah"

Oh, my God, it wasn't.

I mean, is it like being scared... that you do something and someone will do something to you... or something?

Because I've just come to the conclusion that it doesn't seem like it's because of slavery... after all, it looks like something happened before you became that slave.

I thought the heart wound was pretty deep. I hope I can do something.

... and yes, the reason I came back to this room was to ask this kid about his favorite food and everything else.

"Hey, Lil. Can I ask you a few questions about you?

"Fine. I'd like to ask your husband something, too. Besides, I'm your husband's slave."

"... ok. So first of all... how old are you?

"I'm old... 16. It's going to be 17 this June."

Seriously, I guess June is the calendar of this world... but I mean, when was the same grade as me?

Wow, suddenly I feel like it's getting harder to handle.

"How many of those lords do you have?

Lil asks me.

"Me? I'm 17. I'm 17 in August or so."

"Really? My husband and I are pretty much the same age."

"Oh, don't be. By the way, what kind of husband is that?

"Your husband is your husband. Because you're my buyer... Didn't you?

"No... call it easy."

"That'll help."

I didn't really like being called your husband because he was like a slave and a husband... I can't help it if he says it's okay.

Let's move on to the other questions.

"Then what's your favorite food?

"Favorite food......? I'm sick of my diet throwing up right through my throat. But if you don't eat it, you'll die, so the tutor asked me to screw you. Still, most of them were throwing up. So I don't like the food itself."

Whoa, this is trouble.

After all, all I could tell was that the penitentiary wasn't the cause of this child becoming like this.

Well, let's ask about the food.

"Okay... then what's so good about it?

"Is it better... bugs, demons, livestock shit, or if it's not dirt.... Oh, and muddy water. The skin of the vegetables is totally fine. And I wonder if the bread and soup I had at the tutorial was delicious."

"... Huh!

If I had noticed, I would have been the one holding Lil and comforting her until just now, but at some point I would have wept from one eye.