Master’s Smile

Chevalt was pleased.

Sure, there's no way she's going to make a rejection of the master's decision.

But I didn't like it.

That you can't be at the master's side and no longer belong to the master.

"... heh..."

Reddish brown skin and stare at the master.

The eyes were specific to the members of the Army of Salvation (Yerkchilla), who blindly admired the Master.

I also do something quite disgusting about twisting and moving my body slowly, but nobody noticed this except for Schwart.

"... oh, why not? I think the consideration is enough...... maybe it's not enough yet?

To the words of a slave trader, a master who shakes his neck beside him.

And he added that no matter how much money they pile up, they're not going to sell off Chevalt.

"... why? There you are, just a servant. I don't know how good it is, but it's as good a substitute as it gets."

- Because it's very important.

To the words of the slave trader, the master smiled back.

Chevalt let one tremble heavily on his body and he calmed down. It is a cooldown.

"For a moment I was whimpering when I saw your reaction, but it seemed like it was my concern. I apologize."

To the roofie gear he smiles and says, the master shakes his neck to the side.

"... Hmm, too bad"

Slave traders pull back lightly.

To that, Roofigia frowns.

What kind of a slave trader would a man pull back so lightly?

Her concerns quickly proved to be correct.

"Well, I can't help it."

As the words of that slave trader signaled, the grey guild men who had refrained behind them step forward with their weapons.

"... what are you going to do?

"Nothing like this, either. If you can't give it to me, I can't give it to you."

"Some merchants were terrible."

"So much so that an elf species is attractive to people like me. How much money will I miss just selling off one of you... Just imagine, you're going to be happy."

To the inferior grin of the slave trader, Roofigia accidentally tongues.

By the way, Schwart was all over his hands by calming his hot head and body.

I am trying so hard to cool down because I can't run wild and get on top of my master.

"Lordship. If you'd given up the dark elf servants there, we wouldn't have appealed to such tough means, would we? But it's too late. Shall I have not only the servant, but also the wife of the elf there?"

Niyaniya and a slave trader who chooses words to say that will despair the master.

Though the then master knows that although Roofigia is not sure, Chevalt is not the kind of woman to lose to the Grey Guild members, and that Roofigia is not his wife in the first place, he was not at all desperate.

"Well. I'm scared, you"

"Hey."

No, I was desperate.

Roofygear has deceived and embraced the master's body, and Chevalt, resurrected from a tripped state, witnesses the sight in bad time.

Speak a dosty voice.

Just kidding, the Master's spirit was on the verge of ascension.

"The last conversation, is that okay?... you guys, do it"

"Oops!!

That's what the slave trader says, puts on a grey guild member.

Even if I don't put it into words, I've already decided to do it.

Two elf-breed women are captured alive. The other man is murdered, if possible alive.

Needless to say, the two women, the aristocratic men, look pretty good too.

It would sell in words to the wife of a local lord for constant pleasure or to a noble woman surrounding a beautiful man from another country.

A ferocious blade of such an idea tries to strike them...

"- - In the first place."

With a cold voice, the necks of the two men who were closest to the masters flew.

The body that lost its head slowly collapsed, as it finally realized it had died after a little time.

The men, who were attacking the masters with cheer, quiet as lies.

Everyone's gaze is poured on Schwartz.

The sword held at some point in her hand was accompanied by a slick of blood.

Schwart, who was kneeling, stood up slowly.

"I wouldn't have to feel so frustrated if you hadn't grabbed the children of the elves and tried to do us harm."

"Hi...... Huh!!

Whose voice would it have been?

Maybe it was the voice of all the slave traders and members of the Grey Guild that were in Schwartz's unseen eyes.

"Kill everyone."

Schwart, at the same time as the words, ran out.

Running around faster than anyone else on this scene, despite wearing clothes that seem to keep moving: made-up clothes.

First, the man who was closest to Schwart was sacrificed.

Like the first two, they rip their necks off and die.

The next man puts his sword in front of his face and guards his neck as he screams of fear at Schwart as he runs over to him.

But then it was only natural that the torso would be empty.

A sword is put up in his abdomen and his belly is mutilated.

And I kicked him in the head as he collapsed.

The man's neck, struck with a sharp kick in the loose force, threaded in a strange direction.

However, no one was just waiting for Chevalt to come.

Some waved their swords and attacked her.

Even if we wait like this, it will only kill us.

Their judgment was wise.

However, it was pointless.

"Huh..."

Schwartz readily accepts the sword he waves down with his one-handed sword.

A luxurious woman single-handedly wields the sword that the man shook down with all his might.

Where the flashes are, the sword is cut off, and the man is also jumped in the neck.

In this moment, Chevalt killed all three of us.

"... is that kid really a dark elf? Unlike the dark elves I know......"

Roofigia gives a bewildered look.

Both elves and dark elves are magical users.

The former possesses such good magic as support-based magic and the latter attack-based magic, but I never heard of an elf species that performs melee combat in a buried fashion.

"Yes... there's something about her, too"

The master laughs bitterly and says it's because there's a lot going on in Chevalt too.

Even though she is now at the master's disposal, she has had a long and tortuous past.

"... well, now's not the time to think about it"

Roofigear holds a bow made of wood in his hand.

When I connected the three arrows, I let it go.

Each arrow moved as if he were alive, shooting away the men of the Grey Guild.

Round-eyed and surprised by the master, Roofigia smiles.

"What do you say? That's the same point."

It didn't seem like a very good thing to be scoring and competing for the number of enemies defeated, but I laugh bitterly without being able to say anything to the roofie gear I'm happy with.

And Chevalt, who was hearing it, reacts to Pickles and temples.

"... what battle is it? Or if you can fight, stand on the arrow and fight fast. Originally, it would be your request."

"If you got the request, good luck with it. You're a member of the Adventurer Alliance, aren't you?... or are you weaker than me?

To the words of Roofigia, Chevalt, who stops pitarily and physically.

From the roofie gear, it was meant to be an easy provocation to make a breakthrough on her.

But I couldn't bear to sideline Schwart, who had been closer to the master than I had had to from earlier, with feelings that were closest to resentment.

The neck of the grey guild man who became that angry spitting mouth flies again.

"Fine. If that's what you're gonna do, don't worry about it. I'll deal with you, too."

Wave your sword buzzingly and pay for the blood.

What you can stare at in that cold eye are the grey guild men who have reduced their people to half.

It didn't take long to wipe it out.