Mr. Nobu’s Otherworld Chronicles

This was over a decade ago.

A small cabin in a secluded forest. There's a basement there, and in the dim basement, little kids are chained up and they look lost.

At the end of the chain is one man. The man, with his gray hair and a big mole on his cheek, was pushing his knife against the child, turning a slightly inferior laugh at the big woman standing in front of him. There are two horns sticking out on the eldest woman's forehead about 20 cm.

"Damn, I thought it was just the kid ghosts. I didn't think I could catch a big guy like this. Put that down and follow me. I wish I didn't want this child ghost killed."

"Come on, you coward."

"Say anything. The last one who laughs is right. What, if you honestly fall into slavery, my daughter's life will be saved. Whoa, don't make an extra imitation. Besides knives, it's possible to take a life with a curse."

He releases the gold bars in his hand to the ground and scowls at the man of the slave trader with remorse.

"Whatever you want. But I want you to keep your word."

The man approached the great haunted woman and engraved the mark of slavery, still slightly. Finally, he completed his contract by wearing a collar of slaves, which is a curse. This collar has something to do with my husband's life. Tighten his neck as long as my husband wants, and at the end of the day, he will die.

Ghosts are highly resistant to the curse and can't even be easily tied up in slavery contracts, if they should. However, if the person accepts, the story is different. The great haunted woman dared to accept the curse in order to help her child.

"Damn, now you're my thing. Well, next..."

A man who turns his back and approaches the child.

"You! I told my child I would not lay a hand on my daughter!

"Ahem? I'm gonna save your life, that's what I told you. Yes, life alone (...) will help you, life alone (...) I don't know."

He shoved at the child as he took out a black soul stone that emitted a dull light from his nostrils, laughing wildly at him.

or a child staring at a man with much exhalation. From the soul stone, the black tongue twitched and overflowed, wrapped around the child's body. Eventually, it sucked in.

"This guy stops growing and can never forget what just happened. It's easy to use later if you keep it tied to fear."

"You!!

Mother ghosts who are furious and grasping at men. But the moment I grabbed the man's shoulder, the tightness of the collar and even more intense pain hit his whole body.

"An idiot. That happens because you defy your husband with your slaves. There's a pile of gold in there, but you can't be honest with him."

Back to the mother ghost and tried to impose a slave pact on the child. At that time, a crimson-stained mother ghost piercing hand was protruding from the chest of the slave trader's man. A knife falls from a tease and a man's hand.

"What... Totally. Kill me and you too..."

Dosari and the man's body collapse. At that moment, I tighten my mother's ghost neck once and for all when I think the collar of the slave has trembled suspiciously. Mother ghost with constant breath. Crawling toward the child so he breaks the chain and the mother ghost speaks gently.

"Kagra, live strong. You are the noble blood of a proud ghost tribe. Please be happy..."

That's what I said. My mother and ghost picked up a man's knife and poked it into her own heart without getting strangled by a collar.

The concubine stood to defend her mother's will after she cried so much that she wondered if the tears would dry up. After burying her mother's body outside because she could not be transported to the inside by the power of the child, she went back inside alone.

Later, to transfer the body to the inner tomb, visiting again with the inner one, the place where it should have been buried was dug up and the mother's body was missing.

I have a bad feeling. When I head to the basement, the body of the slave trader man I left behind is gone.

I don't know what happened to your mother's body. But whoever it is, I will get it back. If you can't, I'll send you to Yellow Springs Road next time with my own hands.

Then I walked out of the house and turned around as a mercenary. If you have any information, the moon will flow for years from north to south. To hide the fact that he was a ghost tribe, he used a secret technique of changing his appearance, but by the time it ran out, he found that he would return to what he was then. That added the purpose of breaking the curse. Until now, even if I went back to being a child, I would have hidden up to the corner.

I settled in Gramada because of the difficulty of obtaining magic water and the fact that there was a dungeon to retrain in the near field. I was so saddened by the lack of strength.

"This is my concubine's past."

Mr. Kagra (Toddler Girl), who stood up and turned his back on me and spoke pale of his past. Have you remembered that time? The voice is trembling and its body feels even smaller.

"Nobsada is not a Pu either. If I could sell a concubine at a high price like that guy, I'd change the color of my eyes, wouldn't I?

I speak to Mr. Kagra (Toddler Girl) just because the words are out of my mind. No more salutations or anything. I don't know if it's going to arrive in a fixed word. Let's hit the bottom.

"No! That's not it! If you want to put a beauty like Mr. Kagra aside, you can't sell it to anyone else!!

"Ha ha!?

Mr. Kagra looks at this one with a missing face between them (Toddler girl, enough?). My nose is dripping a little.

"And if I'm honest with you, I've known Mr. Kagra was a ghost from the first time I saw him. I can use an appraisal, too."

"Mmmm. You're telling me you got this request after figuring out you're a ghost tribe. You're not scared about the concubine?

"No, not at all. I think it's easier to talk about it, and I think it's cuter to be a little bit of a pussy or purity, right?

"Gu, gu. Don't make fun of the older ones.... Phew, talking to the Lord is losing my strength. Enough, my concubine."

"I can't fit in. Can you come over here for a second because it's not good to be dressed as it is?

When Mr. Kagra omitted his appearance, his size shrunk, so the clothes are hidden where he shouldn't be seen by kicking his skin. I have trouble with boulders, no matter how small they are. Officer, don't bother saying it's this guy.

Kagra, whose face turned bright red like a boiled octopus, glances at this one in agitation.

"Wow, what are you doing to my concubine? No way on this young body..."

"No, no, no, no, because it's not. Kagra, come back to reality."

"... a piece of a sudden knob saddle... a young secret of a concubine... oh ah, to a concubine..."

Somehow I'm bored, Mr. Kagra. What kind of paranoia are you, you?

"Oops. I'm sorry about my spare, but I can just wear clothes that fit my current body."

"Oh well. I'm sorry. My mother said it's not my hand to stop a man from connecting with my body..."

That's funny how you change your expression these days. I guess it's easier to be flushed by emotions as a young body.

More than that, Mr. Kagra's mother is teaching a young child what the heck!?

With that in mind, the needle, thread, and spare jacket are removed from the backpack and temporary sewn into a large mess. Pretty bumpy in Mr. Kagra right now, though my little jacket. A children's one-piece dressing was completed while chopping and packing the excess with a broken iron sword. Hmm, quite well done.

"This is clever again. I've never worn pretentious clothes like this, but it's not bad."

I'm circling around to make sure I'm comfortable. He apparently liked it when he saw that his cheeks were loose. By the way, the underwear is worn in a string pan-style using a piece of cloth. It's not a good idea not to wear it!

Looks like it's been a long time, so why don't we talk about the future after we settle down for dinner?