Master’s Smile

Schwart was furiously frustrated.

It is an emotional richness that is faceless in appearance but not unlike a normal girl in the mind.

Therefore, I also remembered my anger at this situation.

"It's okay. There's no mistake in my mind."

When the master laughs bitterly and asks if this is really okay, Roofygear confidently puts his chest up.

"(You're smaller than me, what are you proud of)"

He was such a rambling schwart, but scoffs himself that boulders have no merchandise.

This is the difference with Laradi and Van Peel.

"I don't understand what you're thinking. If you are a greedy slave trader, you will eat up like a starving fish if you crush our rare elf species."

"Isn't that right?

"Yeah.... but you don't need to do a trilogy play like this, do you?

Chevalt making a bottom-cold voice.

To that voice, the master, not the roofie gear, stretches his back frighteningly. I'm still smiling.

What are you afraid of?

Chevalt said he wasn't pointing negative feelings at him for anything. No, really.

"No, this is an act I absolutely need."

That's what Roofigia says, it takes to the master's chest.

"- - Yes, the fact that me and my master act as husband and wife!

"Why!!

Chevalt, who is usually concerned about calm deposition, rarely abhors his voice.

The sight that spreads in front of her was called Master and Roofiggia, which spans one horse amicably.

"Suddenly raiding the slave traders is a bad idea. He's putting a request on the Grey Guild and putting on an escort. Then we need to attract them."

"How is the idea wrong with the current tochi crazy situation?"

"If the three of us were standing on the road, what do you think? Instead of attracting them, it falls to be vigilant and avoided. Then you'll have to act."

…………

I see, I'm not convinced, but not that I don't understand.

In the first place, I know what Schwartz is saying.

If you imagine what Roofigia says, it's definitely suspicious.

"Because..."

"Because this is the most natural thing. The Master is a man of good looks, so he who has the status... is perfect for a nobleman. I'm an elf, but I wouldn't be suspicious if I were an aristocratic daughter-in-law. It would be perfect if there was a Schwartz in the hands of a servant."

Let's agree fully that the master is a man of taste.

Instead of ruling a territory as a nobleman, there are vessels that only rule the world.

But I was not convinced at all.

"... So why do you need to keep your body that close?

Light is lost from Schwart's eyes on the roofie gear that makes him tease his arms around the master's neck.

It is darkness that dwells in her eyes.

It is the same reaction as when the members of the Army of Salvation (Yelktila) are twisted by their masters.

"Because I'm not good at riding horses. If it falls, it's dangerous, right?

"Fall."

To Roofie Gear, who shakes his head for Christ's sake, a faceless Chevalt.

When the master's stomach started to ache crisply......

"Oh, you're here."

That's what Roofigia said abruptly.

The master does it around his eyes, but there is no sign of the slave traders in his sight.

Of course, I'm hooked on his widespread sign perception, but I ask how Roofigia could have known.

"Oh... we elves can hear the trees. This is a little open, but it's a forest road. It tells me a lot."

…………

The master smiles like a ho more impressed, and when he sees it, Chevalt increases his jealousy of Roofigia.

As it stands, it will mean that it is that unfavorable woman who is at the service of the master.

As a member of the Army of Salvation (Yerkchilla), is that okay?

No, this can't end.

In Chevalt's eyes, the fire lights small.

"Oh, there's the three of you. What are you doing here?

At the same time that Chevalt is determined, men walk in from the forest road.

It was the Grey Guild people, all escorting slave traders, with a crude and fierce grin.

And it was the slave traders who hired them, standing at their head, smiling at Nico and his fat face.

"We've come a long way. This guy's always busy at work, so we take care of these hours."

That's what Roofygear says, leaning his body against the master's chest.

Chevalt's standing earth cracked with pissilli, but fortunately no one noticed it.

... No, the master had noticed and blued his face.

"Ho! That's more than that."

"So? What's your business? Like us, we came to visit amicably... doesn't sound like it."

"Yeah. We've been here for a little business... But it didn't work, and it was when I tried to go home with my mind down."

A slave trader who sighs louder than ever.

Chevalt thought he was too fat to breathe, but this seemed different.

"So, there you are...... I see you as a nobleman, are you sure?

The master denies it for a moment, but snorts cocklessly at Roofigia for twisting his flank with a smile.

Schwartz, who didn't miss it, was determined to screw him back later with enough strength to screw off Roofygear's skin.

"Oh! So, noblemen.... Would you like to make a deal with me?

To that word, the master tilts his neck.

It was Schwart who was pushing his anger to kill and determining his faceless expression that the slave trader turned his eyes full of desire.

"Servants there, how much can you sell them for?

"I wonder what that means?

It was Roofigia, neither Chevalt nor Master, who answered the words of the slave trader.

"I, am ashamed to be in the business of good offices of people...... Your servant, he's very attractive. So I was wondering if you could definitely sell it to me..."

Chevalt has been told about his buying and selling, but he was eating a little before he learned to fear.

No way, I didn't expect you to bring me here about buying and selling so prestigious humans - elves, to be exact.

"(Well, if you've come by such a large number, don't you even need to do something roundabout...)"

Chevalt looks at the members of the Grey Guild standing behind the slave traders and thinks.

"A servant there can be seen as a dark elf. Something so rare is hard to see."

"(Am I treating 'things' already)"

The masters also treat me with a slight chest bang when I imagine, but I was only uncomfortable when the fat slave trader told me.

"... hey"

To the words of the slave trader, the master is smiling.

Send the gaze blamed by Roofigia to a grin that looks no different than usual.

"If you're a dark elf there, you can even pay for much of the wealth I can have! How about that?

The slave trader also thinks there's a pulse in the master's expression, which comes all the way down here.

The forehead he offered was so considerable that even the nobles would open their eyes.

Roofygear is anxious and looks up at the master.

Schwart is faceless, just waiting for his word.

If the master says he will sell her off, she will accept it silently.

It is unlikely that Chevalt will complain to his master.

As the gaze of many gathers, the answer given by the Master is….

- - I say no.

He answered so briefly with a smile on his face.