Murabito Desu Ga Nani Ka?

Then three days later.

Me and Lilith were walking down the big streets to the northwest of the continent.

The street connects the northwest harbour town to the interior of the continent and is used for transporting traded goods via sea routes or smoked seafood such as mackerel or salmon.

The roads are therefore well maintained and crowded.

Accommodation towns and stalls are everywhere, and there are no particular inconveniences.

"... lute? How many days does it take?

The companion following me with a pinch on the hem of my jacket has asked in a grumpy manner.

"The magic city where the Altena School of Magic is located is almost at the end of this road. Well, after... two days."

"... I still disagree. King Ryu is right...... you can live with me and Lute inside all the time. I don't know anything about the brave men of the North, and I have nothing to do with Lute or the catastrophe that looms upon humanity."

"I don't know why."

The Dragon King said that I had broken through Cordelia.

Originally inspired by the Goblin case, she was supposed to become aware of Cordelia as a brave man, and she was supposed to start punching into training that went off track... but that didn't happen.

I saw Cordelia during the Evil Dragon Amanta case, but it sure was terrible.

Amanta was supposed to be able to retreat to Cordelia in its original history, but the power difference between Amanta and Cordelia at that point was considerable.

Perhaps with two cordelias, it seemed like a breeze to finally be able to compete well.

But such circumstances will treat her in the future as humanity's showdown weapon, according to the established route, without knowing the surroundings.

I don't think Cordelia can solve things alone at that time.

"Oh man... not at all... trouble"

"... if it's troublesome, let's turn back. Now... Let's turn back."

Lilith's voice became brighter, so I turned around and checked her expression.

He nodded many times, and loosened his cheeks.

"... Let's go home, Lute. Let's go back inside. Leave that woman alone, let's go home now. Let's go home with a dash."

"So I guess that's not why..."

And so I turned back in direction and noticed something strange.

Everyone on the streets that stretched - avoiding the middle of the road - was starting to lean aside.

"Hmm? Why is everyone passing by?

So Lilith just laughed bitterly that she was stunned.

"... Lute still doesn't know common sense"

"Well, basically, we lived in the country. Ever since I started living in dragons, I've been flying around the demon world to the untouched poles..."

"... that's the same thing for me. If I had the heart, I would have been a slave and lived in a dragon at some point"

"Then how do you know common sense?

"... I am the librarian of the dragon. I've always lived surrounded by books."

"My Skills: I've been reading books the last time in my life with wisdom?

"… you have only chosen to read in terms of being stronger"

"I see. So... why is everyone passing by?

"... the grand aristocratic matrix is coming from the rear. I think my younger brother will be enrolled in the School of Magic."

A western-style matrix of great names jumped into my sight just like Lilith said.

And, at the same time, the people who were passing by stopped walking and began to flatten out.

"Should I lay low too?

"... you can do whatever you want"

"If you like... when?

"... Violence is the power to push through Wagamama. Your powers are not standard enough. Whoever you're dealing with... you can push Wagamama through."

"In other words?"

"... you can do whatever you want. You can live as you please."

Good, and I'll pull over from the center of the road.

That's how I fell flat on my knees on the ground.

"... lute?

"What's up?

Lilith also knelt on the spot while following me.

"Surprisingly honest and surprised"

"I don't even want to stand out for nothing. It would be a hassle to stand up to someone in power."

The Daimyo queue passes right in front of me.

The destination would be the same magic school as ours.

Several carriages spearheaded by squire. Several armored men ridden to surround each carriage.

The infantry and people in plain clothes who seem to have a chore number to surround it further.

Will the total number of people be about 50-100?

"It's a big deal."

Seeing a brilliant carriage in vain, I sighed.

Besides, given the labor costs of the employees, that would be a truly joke-like amount.

Because blood taxes are being used in these places... and I think of the fathers and mothers in this world who have left them in the fucking countryside where they were born.

Working from morning to evening doesn't make life any better...

And so one of the carriages stopped in front of me.

……

Raising his face suspiciously, a round, fat, chobbing bearded middle-aged man descended from the carriage.

Luxurious costumes coloured with gems.

The man decided to be Jen Royal in front of me and said:

"Woman there...... face up"

Lilith, said, looks up.

So the man broke his expression ugly and sat back and grabbed Lilith's jaw with his thumb and finger.

"Hmm... are you... a fugitive slave? Besides, you're a sex slave, right?

"... why did you do that?

Keep it up. The man grabs Lilith's right hand.

"Get in the carriage. Hand it over to the Slave Chamber in the city. And on the road...... let's make him cute. No, under certain circumstances, I can do your bidding."

Make Lilith stand forcefully.

The man pulls Lilith toward the carriage with the momentum of telling her to keep dragging.

That's how Lilith sent her gaze at me for help.

Speaking of which, you didn't do anything about the slave print relationship... and I sighed.

Fugitive slaves are to be returned to their original owners through the Slave Chamber database.

Indeed, in the constraints caused by the slave crest, there should have been wording in the order of those who declared that the fugitive slave was' to be taken to the slave trade union 'which could not be defied to the extent justified in the fulfilment of its purpose.

"Hey, Osama... wait a minute"

A middle-aged man looked back at my words and said this annoyingly.

"What? Shiro? Knowing that I am the brother of His Majesty the King of the Kingdom of Fassilia - a great nobleman... you must be listening to me?

Not really. I open my mouth.

"I'd like to hear some. First of all, how did you know Lilith was a slave?

"Sometimes...... does it work in the sense of expanding sight and hearing to speak with the Goro? Come on, let's answer the question."

A mockery gaze that I'm not even willing to hide.

I see, it's just a fantasy world... and the aristocrats seem to be twisting into their fantasy personalities inside.

"I'm a great nobleman. If so, he is also the owner of a large number of slaves. If so... naturally I have it."

"Have you? What?"

You don't even know that. The middle-aged man laughed at me with his nose.

"It's a slave print detector. The way I keep my sex slaves is pretty rough... there are a lot of escaped slaves out there."

"... I see. So, there's one more thing I want to ask you. What do you mean... what do you mean?

"Normally, if you discover a fugitive slave, you hand it over to the Chamber of Commerce for some gratuity and the slave is returned under the owner. However... in the case of slaves who have been missing for a long time, the location of ownership becomes obscure."

Sounds like a statute of limitations on real estate ownership?

Well, I don't know what to say.

"... so?

"That's how fugitive slaves are given a taste if they are women, before they are handed over to the Slave Chamber. So in this case, there are people like me... who might like it, right? Especially since this slave is the finest superior ball... even I, the great nobleman, rarely see anything so far."

The man sends Lilith a licking glance.

It feels like squashing from bottom to top, very unpleasant to watch.

"So, if you like it...?

"I hear you've rubbed it over and over again at the Slave Chamber in the past. The side that found the fugitive slave said, 'Give me the slave because I'll pay you...!' 'No, because this slave is mine!' 'But I guess I'm the one who found him on the way out!' And that's sort of why. No, say sex slaves, because they're friends of men and women, jealousy, monopolistic desire, or purely romantic... they had a lot going on."

"... so?

The man let himself stand three fingers.

"A three-year rule was set. If it's been more than three years since you escaped, you can pay ten gold coins to get a contract."

Incidentally, the monetary value in this world is equivalent to a million yen, one gold coin said in Japanese yen.

That's a lot of money because it's a contract for 10 million yen.

"O Grand Nobleman... I'm sorry, could you quit taking this woman slave?

"Hmm? Then again, for what reason?

"I'm the one who found this woman slave. And I was on my way to the city's slave trade union. So I was supposed to do a contract for ten gold coins."

"I don't think a bastard like you has that kind of money?

Take the bag out of your pocket and open your mouth.

Containing dozens of gold coins - the middle-aged man opened his eyes wide.

"Unfortunately, I'm quite rich"

"... certainly not by appearance... you seem to have quite a few"

The man is devising something as he rubs his chobi beard.

That's how I grabbed Lilith's arm and started pulling again toward the carriage.

"Unfortunately, I can't hear a bastard like you."

"Hey, wait! Osama, I know you said I was the one who found you first!

"I've decided to taste this woman slave."

"Mmm, you know what? It's not up to you, is it?

The man stopped and stared at me.

"The great aristocrats have decided to do so. This is a matter of decision."

And that's where I realized.

Middle-aged man's groin...... I can see clearly that he has an erection over his pants.

"Sure, this guy might have a sex slave tattoo on him."

No middle-aged man has heard my words already.

I guess my libido is switched on, it's going to make my nose rough and take my pants off now.

If dragged into the carriage, Cotto would start within a minute.

Oh, and there I had a mild headache.

"This guy is a monster!

On the face of a middle-aged man if I noticed, he was groaning like my fist was sucked in.