Mr. Nobu’s Otherworld Chronicles

That day, our sisters were meeting with an adventurer of friends they had known since they came to Gramada. Being a popular adventurer named Clay, she drinks with her sister and horse until morning. I knew her when I was a freshman adventurer. I taught her a lot of things too, older.

It is a transport mission to the village of Pezun, where this request was brought from her in the south. They were looking for a credible hand job to carry valuable and expensive items. The reward and transportation alone was broken and she was asked to take it by a friend.

Says it will be luggage protection from the preparation stage in Gramada. The number of guards is twelve, including the three of us. This luxury even though it would be about two days if we normally went to Pezun Village. I'm just a little anxious to see how valuable it is to carry things.

As a result of discussions between the leader-like man and Clay, the three of us were to have right-side vigilance. Clay is avant-garde, so I'm the middle guard, and my sister is the back guard and the three of us are just in balance. The only thing that bothers me a little is that the guards other than us are a lot of bad galas. You know, my sister's a little pully. Although I usually try to get as far away as I can by being unfamiliar with men, this time it may not be the same. We'll have to be on guard at night on turns. Mainly in terms of chastity.

Thinking about it, it would have been easy to travel with Knob. Even my sister was familiar with him from the beginning, though he was the benefactor of his life. Maybe it was because there was a happening that knob's groin was shown early when we met. I've never seen anyone's but your father's, but he's a little cute? The food that you made on the road was delicious even though we were supposed to go straight to Gramada together. The food at the banquet during this time was delicious, and when I partied with Knob, would I always be able to eat that? Knobs don't seem to have a problem putting it together because they had a slightly touchy gaze, but they weren't that uncomfortable.

Oops. If I was thinking, my guard would be neglected. I need to be careful with these three because I need to be on guard.

Fortunately, he arrived at the village of Pezun without any demons or bandits.

They're going to stay here overnight this evening and transport you to a villa a little further away from here. Store large loads in a building set aside by the carriage inn. Whatever was delivered to the 50-cm square box, which is said to be the most important of the loads, was somehow to be kept tightly in our room. Looks like Clay talked directly from his employer. Although it is the inn, I am just a little dissatisfied when it is time to take turns sleeping. But it's my job, so I have to cut it off or I'll stick it in.

The next morning, Clay wakes me up and rushes to get ready. There are boxes, too. Ugh, I'm nervous because I've never done many of these things before. But when I said that to my sister, she laughed that she was asleep as easily as usual. I blush unexpectedly.

Ask the leader to confirm that the load has not been returned to the carriage and the seal has not been opened.

I started to move on to the villa, which is my destination all the way because there was no problem.

The villa is situated on a small, northeasterly high hill from the village of Pezun and can also be seen from here. What kind of person lives in such a big mansion? Well, it's none of my business, okay? Our work will be done if we get there more than that. Apparently, the three of us are disbanded locally as it is. I want to go home and eat something delicious. Pardon the dried meat and black bread for a while. Yeah, let's get Knob to make something. I'm looking forward to dictating it down when I think of it.

I climbed a gentle uphill hill and arrived in front of the mansion. A man of the leader takes confirmation to the guard of the gate.

When the guards who had gone to the Mansion to confirm, the gate opened inside and the carriage proceeded to the entrance.

On the doorstep was a man in a hood who appeared to be the owner of the mansion picking up the load. A large woman refrains from doing so on the side. There was a big horn in his head that made him expose his intimidation. I've never seen a ghost tribe before, but I'm a little scared.

"You've come a lot. I'm glad the load arrived safely."

Whoever wears the hood has a voice like a young man. But why not? I feel terribly bad. Was it ever somewhere?

The moment I thought so, my sister, who was holding back behind me, was being pushed down and held back by a man who was joining me as an escort. They even stunned me in a flash. Clay, who was lying next to me when I turned around in a hurry to respond, holds me down. Why the hell not?

The man in the hood approaches us in an unexplained situation. And slowly I took the hood. That face looked familiar. Causes of our being feathers leaving the village. That noble son was there.

"It's a pleasure to have you delivered, which is an important load. Kuku, I finally see you. I can finally make it mine. hahahahahahahahahahahahaha"

A man laughing high with a crooked face. The ghostly woman standing beside him follows with a disgruntled face.

And why are you even doing this to Clay...

"Sorry, sorry, Mitama..."

Hold me down She is weeping with a weak grunt.

If I looked closely, I could see some marks of her collar kicking in the skin. Is that... a slave print!? It does resemble what I was seeing at Mr. Kirishna's. Perhaps this man did something to you. He's an overlapping, disgusting man.

And somehow Gatsun beats me up, and my consciousness stops there.

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When I found out, we were imprisoned in a room in the mansion. The shackles fit into the legs and the body moves. Use our power to move the iron sphere.

The same goes for Mitama. Akan, why is that asshole here? Get your balls up and check the situation.

I woke up with a soft-faced slap on my cheek.

"Mittama, has anything changed? Do you remember the situation a little bit?

I am checking my body as a hack. Apparently nothing will change except the shackles.

"... Clay was being enslaved. Because there was a slave print on his neck."

"What!? It's all about that asshole. If we do this, if we keep doing this, we won't be enslaved."

Because of this shackle, you have to run, too. What do we do?

If I had thought so, I would have heard from outside the room. Batan and that asshole who took Clay and the big haunted woman came in when the door could be opened abusively. I don't like it, I don't even want to see your face.

"How are you feeling, my brides?

An asshole staring at us to lick us with a full smile. Don't be disgusting. Wow.

"Sucks. And who's the bride? Take a joke for granted!

Recirculate as if we don't care at all about poisoning. Muggu, I don't like it. Wow.

"Damn, I don't like those defiant eyes. But I won't be able to do it in a few days. If it arrives, it will leave me. [M] I hope you're looking forward to it until then. hahaha."

An asshole with a laugh like a winner. Really annoying.

"Yeah, well, I'll leave your friends with your caregivers. Heh heh, be good friends with me."

That's good. I'll leave you in the room, asshole. Really annoying. Wow! Remember to blow it up and make it bald. Why don't you lick the fox's curse?

That leaves three of us. Let's start with Clay and see how this happened.

"Clay, how did this happen? Why are you a slave?"

Clay freaked out by that word. Apparently I didn't think they knew.

"I'm sorry. Even I didn't want to do this. But I couldn't go against that guy with my slaves..."

Clay began to talk about the words in a derisive manner.