"Now please fill out this document with your name. When she arrives, let's move on to the ritual of the Slave Print."
Atal did not question the term slave print because the approximate flow had been heard by Grayne and Geel during last night. I look at the paperwork I need as I listen to Buzz.
"Okay. Atal."
Because the language of this world had been given the ability by God to use it without any problems in reading and writing, it even proceeds to read and finally sign.
"... Yes, now the paperwork is complete. You have time for that kid to come, so I'll explain a few things about slavery. The ritual of the Slave Print is performed with the use of blood on the Magic Formation and on the two masters slaves. By doing this, slaves are basically unable to disobey their master's orders. If it's an order to die, or if you do something outrageous, it's not just that."
Buzz talks as politely as possible for the first Atal to buy a slave. Around here, slave prints were the system of judging.
"And I'll decide what to do if my husband dies. This doesn't have to be immediate, sir, but in this case, you're a Atal. If Atal dies for whatever reason, we need you to decide what to do with the treatment of slaves. You two can talk and decide this, and you can come back here."
It was the first story I heard about the enslavement after that. I guess it's more about getting ready in case something happens than getting a contract to follow me.
"Well... what do you usually treat them like?
"Yes, hey, sometimes it means freeing you from slavery, and sometimes returning you to the slave trader as a slave again. Otherwise, you've heard of the rare inheritance of inheritance."
The knock sounded in the room when the shopkeeper, who had set some precedents, talked that far.
"Excuse me."
A different woman enters the room from the man who was just given instructions. I guess I chose a woman carefully because the slave I bought this time was a child.
"I'm ready, I've brought you"
A woman took me into the room to frighten the slaves Atal had bought. Earlier, it was only dim and I could tell that it was a child, but when I saw that I was lightly groomed, I knew it was a girl.
"Oh, uh, nice to meet you"
Coming closer in an unrestrained foothold, she bows her head and greets Atal, who becomes her husband, but her voice was ragged. The poor environment seemed to have affected her vocal cords as well.
"Oh, oh, nice to meet you"
Atar, who thought it would be a young, elevated voice from her appearance, was surprised only for a moment at the matter, and the matter had shed its shadow due to her expression. My eyes were shaking at the anxiety that if I knew it was such a voice, they would break my contract.
"Well, I forgot to tell you earlier, this kid was also hit in the throat."
The shopkeeper, who remembered not talking, says in a hurry, but Atal shook his head sideways without looking particularly concerned.
"Nothing wrong with that. I'm sorry to surprise you, but I'll be your master, Atal. Say hello."
"Wow, I'm Caro, thank you"
As Atal steps closer and offers her left hand, she also shakes her hand softly with her left hand, which is left in a hurry. The hand offered was broken and slightly limp.
"Now, let's ask for something called a ritual of slave prints."
Atal called out to the shopkeeper as he put his hand on Caro's head.
"I understand, sir. This way, then."
The ritual seems to be performed in another room, leaving the office and moving to the two adjacent rooms. In the meantime, Atal lent a hand to Caro, who seemed unable to walk.
"Please stand on top of this magic formation."
The floor of the room that was guided was marked with a magic formation. The two move as prompted.
"Next, put Attal's blood in the Master's section of this form..."
Ataru put the needle on his fingertips and pressed the blood into the designated spot, twitching and smudging blood into the paper.
"Caro is in this column"
Caro similarly drains blood in designated places. I frowned a little when I stabbed the needle, but I couldn't see him crying.
After watching the paper silently for a while, gradually it emits light and becomes a small sphere. It also looked like glittering candy.
"Come on, the rest is done if Caro swallows this"
Once he saw Atal's face, Caro reached for the dreaded glowing sphere and swallowed it thoughtfully.
Then the magic formations painted on the floor shed light, and the light wrapped around the atar and the caro.
"Wow..."
"Yes......"
The blurry light that spreads across the full sight is slightly warm, and the two of us looked at it flashly, but eventually the light subsides.
"Good luck. This concludes the ritual of slave prints. All you have to do is put on this collar. That is a sign of slavery and it is mandatory to wear it... So, Dear Atal, Regards, Caro"
Buzz gave him a deep thank you when he made sure Atal put a collar on Caro.
"Okay. So, Caro, let's go."
Atal leaves the store behind with another hand to Caro. It didn't change into an unbound foothold, but she held Atal's hand as if she was relieved that she had ever finished her contract.
Buzz and the clerk dropped him off until the two of them left the store completely, who had been harassed at first about what would happen.
"Okay, Caro. I'm a cousin who saw Caro's clothes and took a little break... but I have something to do before I do."
I can't imagine what he's going to do. Caro is tilting his little neck.
"Well, you don't know. In the meantime, let's move to a place where we don't care... it's hard to walk like that. Here."
Caro was small and 140 cm tall there, so he would be held lightly by the claws. It was in the form of a so-called princess hug. Take out the cloth and put it on her so she can't be seen.
Similar to the bullet containment function, I was getting the ability to store items in subspace, and God was there for me what seemed like the minimum I needed there.
"Wow, wow, Master Atal"
"Fine, just while we're on the move. I'll have you walk yourself when you get back."
Caro, surprised by the unfamiliar princess hug, moves and tries to escape, but because Atal won't let him say whether or not, he decides to stop resisting and adulterate, even though he is uncomfortable with the mojo.
While on the move, he will be exposed to a curious gaze at how he walks with his slaves in his arms, but Atar travels away from the city without worrying.
Out of the city as it was, there was a meadow zone, and where it moved further there was a large rock, so I grated the caro to bring it there.
"It would be nice to be here."
"Oh, um..."
What the hell would they do if they brought you to a place like this with no public? The question had made Caro anxious, but from the standpoint of being a slave, he could not speak.
"Caro, I want to ask you... do you want to heal that injury? All ears, face, hands, feet."
If it heals, it is decided that I want to heal it. Caro thought so, but she shook her neck sideways, looking like she was giving up on those that were gone. I guess you realize that once it's broken, it won't go back to normal.
"... no, it won't heal"
Caro said that in a painful voice after he kept telling me what to do.
"What if it were to heal?
"... Huh! I want to fix it, but it won't!
Caro screams in a crouched voice. There were tears in its eyes. Knowing there was nothing I could do, I was confused as to why they were asking me that.
"Okay, that's enough to hear. Caro, I haven't seen you in a while... but trust me!
Atal pointed the sniper rifle barrel at Caro's body. The muzzle is reflected in those eyes filled with tears.
Never seen a rifle before. She didn't know what the hell she was being pointed at, but she bought me one of these and gently pulled my hand. Because that look he told me to believe was serious, Caro snorted loudly, meditating her eyes.
At the next moment, a bang of loud noise echoes with the dusty spilled tears, and Caro is strongly shocked.
"Ouch!
And Caro will be surprised. Not to shock, but to your own voice.
"What, that? Voices, uh, voices, voices, voices!
Until earlier, I managed to squeeze it out, but before that, I was back to my own voice I had heard. Yes, she had a normal voice as if it were a lie that her throat was crushed.
"Caro, is that just your voice?
Asked by Atal, who leaned his rifle aside, he touched his body with a pet to confirm as he was told. And those big eyes, which opened up as I looked at them, stained with surprise and emotion.
"Oh, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow!
At the next moment, Caro nodded to the spot in tears as she shouted.
Sounds like a strong healing bullet was a success.
Caro's ears and hands had been restored by the effect of the bullet fired by Atal earlier, and after the burn had disappeared from his face, and the tendon in his leg had been restored. She had given up on her body for the rest of her life, full of joy and gratitude for Atal springing from the depths of her heart.
Atal was gently stroking her head, hoping to reassure her at all for about an hour, until Caro, who was weeping in large tears, stopped crying.