Master’s Smile

Schwartz was plucked.

Because of this, all I got was screams and tears when I said I helped the elf kids out of the troublesome but slave traders.

All the best, they even laughed, and the children returned it with their vengeance.

There's no such thing as slaughtering children because of the boulders and Schwartz being annoyed, but it doesn't make any difference that it's offensive.

Plus, it's pissing to see the kids cling to the master.

So Schwart was wearing a slave trader's carriage.

Don't even say what it's like to be jealous of a child.

"Hmm...... Looks like you've been saving up quite a bit of that pig."

Examining the back of the carriage, the money gained from the slave business was rolling.

It ends up in a strange skirt with an unknown capacity.

The Army of Salvation (Yerkchilla) is a dark guild. Stealing money from a defeated opponent is like doing it in a grey guild. I couldn't have taken it either.

Besides, the money loaded on this carriage would not be the entire property of the slave traders.

I don't want to stifle all my property, so I'm going to reclaim it with a theory that I don't know much about Safe.

"What. You were there besides the elves. Look, just go."

When we find a slave other than a child connected to a chain, we break that chain and pay our hands firmly.

There is no need for slaves in the Army of Salvation (Yerkthilla). The constituents are like slaves to the master.

Well, headed by Van Peel, a vampire, there's never been a member who feeds humans, but he doesn't bother to take slaves to Alliance headquarters for them.

It's a hassle. I mean, other than myself and the master, I basically hate you.

Besides, I didn't take the slaves to the nearby city.

In the first place, I don't have the in-laws to do that.

I just freed him from slavery, I want him to be thankful.

"... I didn't have to let you go."

Schwart laughs thinly in self-derision as he hastily drops off the slaves rushing out and going.

Are you still dragging on the old days?

While I didn't think so, I still couldn't wipe that feeling off.

At that time, if it hadn't worked and the master hadn't helped me, I would have......

Think that far, Schwart shakes his head sideways.

"Well, now that I can be at the master's side, I don't mind..."

With that said, I'm looking to see if there's anything else that might please the master...

A corner in the carriage. From there, there was an object that created an unspeakable atmosphere.

Schwart leans his neck and puts it in his sight.

"Ko, this is..."

Schwart rounded his eyes and took it.

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The master was talking with Roofiggia.

Though Schwart frowned pickily at the fact that he had a master on the side of the elf he didn't care for, he quickly returned to his upper mood.

I found something wonderful. Now, I don't care about roofie gear or anything.

"Master, may I have a moment?

When Chevalt asks that, the master smiles and nods gently.

Makes my chest feel warm just about that.

Will the master be pleased?

I'm happy for myself, but that joy multiplies when the master is happy too.

"Take this."

"Oh, what is this..."

A little roofie gear peeks through the master's back at what Schwart has offered.

No, you don't.

That was the Schwartz I wanted to say, but now I'm in a very good mood, so I'll forgive you.

- - Slave collar.

"Yes."

To the master's words, Schwart nods cocklessly.

What she had in her hand was a black collar that looked heavy.

He was a slave collar who enslaved slaves and was also a symbol.

"Besides, this isn't a black collar. That's unusual."

To Luffigia's words, Chevalt nods cocklessly.

It's a rare thing, so did she bring it like a cat who came to catch prey and show it to its owners?

Slave collars are ranked by color.

For example, the lowest rank, the white collar, is something that can be worn on a slave like being made to work in a mine.

Nothing like dignity or rights can be taken care of, and it is something that can be put on the waiting slaves of a harsh future that will keep them working until death.

In comparison, the black collar is of the highest rank.

Its rights and dignity are not at all different from those of ordinary people who are not slaves, but rather it even has a slightly greater right.

That can be the lord of the collar of black slaves because it is unacceptable without considerable power, and because slaves who are such possessions are also granted rights incidentally.

"I'll leave this to you. If you sell it, it's going to be a good price there, and I think you can replace it with money."

That's what Roofigia said, leaving it to the masters to figure out what to do with the collar of the slaves.

For to her, as long as she can help the children of the elves, that is fine.

Well, Chevalt wasn't willing to give it to me when he told me to.

Chevalt makes a suggestion to the master who is worried about what to do.

"- - Put this on me"

"Huh!?

――――――

To Schwartz's stunned remarks, Roofigia, of course, always opens her eyes with a smiling master.

Even with that gaze, Chevalt still keeps his faceless expression.

"Are you an idiot!? Where are those idiots who slave from themselves when they are not free of anything!?

"Fool, you're being stupid and rude, you"

Schwartz looks at Roofie Gear, who calls for fools.

It doesn't matter, so I want you to shut up.

The master asks what it means, so Schwart explains.

"Right, I'll explain from scratch. That said, there's nothing big about that..."

The Master was wary as to whether the Slavery Proclamation would take place for no great reason.

"Don't I belong to the Master"

"Really?

Firstly, when Roofigia confirmed to her master what she had begun to talk about as a big premise, she was looking even more wary.

Chevalt thinks so, but the owner, the master, apparently didn't.

It would be a sign of recognition.

"I wear made-up clothes with that meaning in mind, but I always thought that was not enough. That's when I got this."

Everyone's gaze is poured into Chevalt's collar of slaves.

"With this, I can let you know internally and externally that I belong to the Master. I will be happy to recognise that I belong to the Master, and others will envy that I belong to the Master."

"Really?

Confirming Schwart's words, speaking with intoxicating eyes, the master was shaking his neck violently with a boom beside him.

By the way, by the way, Schwart's reference to the others is to the members of the Army of Salvation (Yerkchillah).

Unfortunately, it wasn't a mistake.

"Come on, master. Wrap this around my neck."

To Schwart's words, the master looks badly bewildered.

I know he's kind to the heart, but I want him to wind up here at all costs.

"Yeah. Sure, I don't even want to remember that time"

The Master asked me about the past.

Once upon a time, about the days of humiliation she was still savoring before meeting her master.

"(I can't believe it was used for someone other than the master, I just remembered it and I think I'm going to throw up)"

Chevalt spitting in his heart.

For her, the problem was not that she was in the ruling class, but who it was used for.

There is a great deal of confusion with the recognition of the Master.

"But the master is special. I want to act solely for the Master and only for the Master. For that reason, the collar of this slave is essential."

That much said, the master doesn't quite shake his neck vertically.

Where would there be parents who would slap down into slavery beings who think like their daughters?

No, not so uncommon in this world, but at least the master wasn't such a parent.

Yeah, to the troubled master, Chevalt squeaks bossly.

"... I'm a child you don't need"

――――――

Schwart shows how depressed he is with Shun.

Master who rushes to follow if that's not the case.

"... but you don't need me..."

No, no, a master who strongly persuades me that I need it.

"So now you can make it your master's?

Cock-and-mouth master.

Anyway, I was full of heads by restoring Schwart's feelings to their original state.

... not realizing I made a hell of a promise.

"Okay, please hurry up"

What an atmosphere Chevalt was grieving about, returning softly to the usual state and offering his collar to his master.

No, it created a more candley atmosphere than usual.

The master makes his eyes black and white with its transformation, but the hour is already late.

I couldn't tell if it was because of the sweetness of the "Army of Salvation (Yerkchilla)" members from acting or anything.

The master receives the collar in such a manner as reluctance and approaches Schwart.

"... Yes. It's the main hope."

Chevalt nods with a sense of purpose to the master who asks if it's really good.

Finally... finally, this is the time.

face up softly, exposing the neck muscles.

It is only in front of the master that we expose the brown neck muscle, the weakness of the organism.

I'm uncomfortable with Roofiggia being here, but now I've decided to put up with it.

While the master shows hesitation several times, he wraps his collar around Chevalt's neck.

And make a noise with Kachakacha for a little while......

"- Ah."

Kachan...... and a high metal noise rang.

When the master's hand left, he had gently strangled Cu Schwart's neck as if the collar of a slave had confirmed his existence.

I can't breathe a bit, but the pain also turns into pleasure.

"Ugh..."

Relax, leak glossy exhale.

Seeing Chevalt expose his brown skin to gloss by dyeing it red, Roofigia unwittingly throats.

Chevalt was releasing a hue that would lead even the same sex to captivity.

"Now I am the master's slave."

As I confirm again, Schwart shrugs.

The master nods with a subtle grin.

"… now put the slave (I) on your side for good, Master"

Nicholas and Schwartz smiling like they're not usually seen, happy from the bottom of their hearts.

The master's smile definitely caught on.