Ouroboros Record ~Circus of Oubeniel~

Voldan, state capital - no, old state capital Voldan.

It was a city that was rapidly becoming lonely because the newly inherited governor, Turius Shrounan Ovenil, chose Marlan as his former home base for administration. However, plans to redevelop the streets of the territory have just begun, and there are circumstances in which priority must first be given to reconstruction from last year's war disaster. It is for this reason that the main point of transportation in the state is still this city of Vordan. Inevitably, the mission dispatched by Omnia will also pass through here... and the meeting with Turius, the lord, will also be taken in this city.

The venue for the meeting became the former Lords' Residence - oddly enough, the first place Elisha got to know last summer. Built on a hilltop far from the city, it's an old hall.

(I don't know what to say...... more lame than I thought, or shoddy?

Having stepped inside the hall, Yongdu couldn't stop feeling that way, even though he thought it was rude.

I imagined what magnificent mansion you would have when I heard of the astute new Marquis, the Taisho of the Tri-State, but when I came in, its interior was extremely poor. Furniture and conditioning are minimal as far as I can see, and there are even sunburns on wallpapers all over the hallway thinking I've taken away paintings and figurines. Isn't this as if you were seized by a debt takeover or after a night's escape?

"No, it's embarrassing. This hall was due to be paid off by the end of the year..."

A minister-like man leaning back for guidance on the mission explains as he wipes his face with a handkerchief many times. I had about the image of Yongdu as well as the aristocracy, which would also be rich, and the fact that in this world, being a marquis, I am in a position to live a fairly rich life. You think it's a shame to expose such a Galanthony mansion to the eyes of other countries' diplomatic envoys.

"It's tough stuff. Do you serve the palace?"

Elisha on the other side is so zero, but no matter what you say, I don't care what you say. Wasn't she in her own capacity as a palace servant in the first place?

Yongdu is also deceiving with another vague bitter smile,

"Count Ovenil, no. The Marquis is in a very good position, isn't he?

That's what one of the missions I was guided by said to turn to.

"I didn't know you could keep us waiting from Omnia so far... what kind of situation is it? What do you think, yeah..."

My name is Rubel.

"- Yes, Lord Rubert. I'd love to hear an explanation around here."

Here we go again, and I feel bad. When these clerics in this mission, this is probably how it goes. Cardinal Emilio Calandra says the candidates are chewing, but I guess it's more like that surrounding. I often say dogs look like their owners, but you're exactly right.

"No, I'm sincerely sorry about that. But I think we'll be rushing from Marlan soon..."

"It would be strange not to pack anything in this mansion. Did I tell you in advance that our mission would pass through the territory?

"Exactly. Now we know how confident he is - whoa, did the words go by?"

"... excuse me"

In the intensive gunfire of the mouth shot, Yongdu wraps his tongue around his heart to an official named Rubel who keeps his head bowed with an exquisitely blended expression of gratitude for his loving laughter.

(If it were me, you'd definitely be pretty on the way)

In the midst of being surrounded by people who come to my head with such a high degree of power, this is the thought of losing my head to continue responding without showing as much resentment as a hairy one.

and at that time,

"Stop."

Ilmaella, the representative of the mission, raised a firm voice.

"Originally, it was sudden that we decided to send this envoy. Isn't it us who push that under busy people who call it tri-state fatigue and are sweet about its generosity? On top of that, it seems to me to behave in a slightly more gentle way, such as prompt and immediate hospitality."

Teach that with a transcendent look, far from your usual weakness. There was a figure of the monk in the church who deserved to be regarded as the contemporary Virgin.

"Dear Irmaella...... but -"

"But what is it?

"- No, it's nothing"

Finally, I can interact with my elderly men and pull them back.

The cleanliness, the whole way, doesn't resemble that unpleasant father. Ningro, these raw smelly boys seem more like Kalandra children to me. It's a good thing I said face and really don't look alike.

(... why are you trying to think of him as good)

I scold myself for almost feeling fond of her.

Don't forget. It was Irmaella who carried out the brave summons to bring herself into this world. I don't care if I feel resentment, I appreciate it highly. I told myself not to get bonded just because my face was a little cute.

You can hear horseshoes, wheels, and hissing from afar in the ears of Yongdu, who faces one hundred faces under a hood worn deep in his eyes.

"Thank you for waiting. Looks like my husband's finally arrived."

I guess he heard that too, Rubel, who says it's a little hoaxy.

Then, after a while, the person rushed in some hasty footsteps before them, who were still passed between the sights.

"Hey, Omnia Empire, I'm sorry to keep you waiting. I'm the local lord, Tullius Shrounan Ovenil."

The man who showed up was no bigger than I had imagined... it was no big deal. I was associating myself with Old Son from his great status as Marquis, but Nico and his cheerful smiling face are very young. Probably just in his twenties. The creation of the impression that the appearance is neat but lacks extrusion, and that it is easier and less obvious than beauty. If you're not wearing aristocratic neat clothing and a number of other high-looking ornaments such as rings, you're going to find it incredible to be told you're an international student who came to Japan.

(I wonder if Elisha's threats are too much)

Not very much, but it doesn't match the person in the carriage talking about various dangers. I even remember glaring at the gap between what I saw on the road and whether this man really created such a sight.

Ning Lo, what seems more than just a strong swordsman-style man who refrains right next to you. And...

"Fluffy..."

There was an unexpected voice-out between them.

- A woman who serves behind Turius and kneels politely. I guess he's a so-called maid because of his outfit. As soon as I saw her, my chest pounded. An elaborate and heartbreaking creation, as if it had come out of a painting to be decorated in a museum or the statue had moved out intact. Mystical brilliant green eyes. Glossy black hair shines wet to an exotic glow that is also different from that of his familiar Japanese. Let's be frank, Yongdu was in love with the maid.

And

(... that collar sure, slave?

The silver glow on its neck awakens haphazardly from the pleasant intoxication. In this world, Elisha had taught that the silver collar was a magical tool that commanded slaves, a symbol that in turn represented their lowest level of identity. Unexpectedly, a pitiful sentiment comes to mind, thinking of the scenery of an example slave farm.

"Cohon..."

Madness to cough that sounded unexpected. Seen, Irmaella was turning to Turius and others with a different look of solidity than earlier. Is the cause of the tension? Come to think of it, the other guy - even if he doesn't look like it - Marquis. He is a noble nobleman incomparable to the baron of the port town he dealt with earlier. The pressure as an emissary representative will also be strong again, I interpret.

"Excuse me. … My name is Ilmaella Aurelia Calandra, and I stand by the representative of the apostle who will be sent to Zanktogaren this time. The Marquis would like to thank you for your generosity in renting an overnight stay."

"This is polite. As you can see, the mansion is empty, but please heal the fatigue of your journey."

The young Marquis sat down in the seat facing her when she received Irmaella's greeting in a glimpse. And finally, I move my gaze and admit the face I saw.

"Oh? Are you there, perhaps, Lord Barbastle?

As I heard, Elisha is the opponent who fought as an ally in the war that happened last year. Speaking to her, she replies when she meets with no curse on her eyes.

"Thank you, Marquis. It has been since last year, but you seem to be as robust as ever."

"I think you're encouraging Omnia to train to be a Holy Knight, but then what?

"You seem ashamed to be a genius, and you're still a single candidate. This is how you add me to your envoy, so I think you're getting extra credit."

"No, without being so modest. Because if you are as talented as you are, you will not be so far away from your official duties."

It is a social decree that is unharmed. The look on Turius's face remains the same as when he first showed his face, smiling like he was somewhere else, and Elisha also looks like words are polite but invincible. There was room for each other to say that we were once friends with the dead line, and I felt tingling tension running in the air.

(The person who doesn't want to go too deep, he said... but the opposite doesn't fit so well?

Even Yongdu, who is oblivious to killings, can perceive the atmosphere beyond. Does this make it impossible to gauge when a swordsman's man, etc. who seems to be an escort, started killing each other? The previous story said it didn't go with Yongdu or Irmaella, but the person at the time looks so incompatible.

"By the way, speaking of last year... we seem to be using a one-of-a-kind policy to rebuild the land's war disaster"

What Elisha is saying is the sight she saw from the carriage as she passed by - the farmland that would torture those massive slaves.

... It's only a story I heard earlier for Yongdu, but using slaves in a barley or something seems to be a less common method. Though slaves don't need much pay, purchasing, of course, involves a corresponding expense - what inhumane way to put it - to maintain it. At least we have to feed him, and he has to be about bedridden. Small and medium-sized farmers who are sucking (cucumbers) to maintain their wheat fields are a little expensive to shop for.

Also, if families work together without slaves or anything else, it will be an unpaid workforce, and even if only a little larger landlords will have small writers.

Farmers who buy slaves make crops of high commodity value that can pay for expenses even if they use some personnel… Orchards, for example, are normal, they say. Is it like a plantation? Yongdu, yes, associated himself with the geography of the school and the content of the economics class.

(In other words, the fact that the peasants are using slaves to do strange things... means that this lord is making them invest in wisdom.)

Tullius, who was thrown around asking, took his gaze off and became a sight to see far away.

"... Oh, are you talking about agriculture using that slave? That's..."

Time goes back a lot here. The season is winter. Not long after the Voldan battle, it was just before Zanktogaren entered the civil war in earnest.

Southwest of the Federal Kingdom of Zanktogaren, on the border of Balden.

It is a neighboring area across the rivers Rotlergen - now Roane, Arquelle - and Rhini. It is a land rich in nature, long known as the preserve of the royal marquis aristocracy with its hot springs. But the abundance of nature in Zanktogaren was also the dwelling and equation of powerful demons. The 'Black Forest' trees, stained with magic characteristic of this country, are darker than those of other territories. The ancients of the superstitious land told their descendants that the demonic lurking forest was stained black through red because it drew the blood of many knights and adventurers.

A scenic preserve, yet a battlefield known for its death battles against demons. In addition, the frontline bordered by the disputed land with the Kingdom of Arquelle. Where the warriors go to fight and then heal their wounds. A region as symbolic of the ensuing strife and the rest between the ensuing bundles. That was the Balden Frontier Belt Territory.

But despite the fact that this past winter has just ended the war with the kingdom of Arquelle, the land was unrelated to the signs of rest.

He was being pursued by a new battle and preparations for it.

"What's going on with the call for mercenaries?

"Ha, that seems to be one bad gathering right now..."

"Master Left?... Huh. As usual, it's not the same as when you deal with Arquel."

Listening to his men's report as he deposited himself on the throne of the palace, Uncle Balden snorted at its lack of progress.

Yes, the palace. And it is the throne.

Borderline uncle in Zanktogaren was slightly different from other countries. Originally a coalition of highly independent regional marquises, most of the local nobles also have a stronger sense of reciprocal alliance than under the Heidelrecht dynasty of the Grand Kingdom of Grandonburg. Even the title for them was nothing more than an expression of the strength of their position as a territorial state joining the Union.

For the people who live in the land, and the ruling Borderline House, Balden is still a small kingdom that will remain independent.

But at present, they stood in a watershed whether they could or could not take that position altogether.

"If we were to deal with Heidelrecht's direct attendants on the boulder, would the mercenaries step on two feet?"

The prestige of the United Kingdom of Zanktogaren has been greatly undermined by the defeat of the earlier Battle of Voldan. Many of the constituent states of the Union had expressed their distrust of Heidelrecht the Great of Grandonburg, the leader of the Union, by pointing this at it, and had intended to restore independence, which was gradually being deprived in recent years.

Regardless, I am not the Great King sitting on this. The painful hands caused by the battle are greater in the countries of the Territorial Union, which were actually responsible for sending out soldiers. On the contrary, I took this as an opportunity to throw an army of direct jurisdiction that had been kept warm in the name of restraint in the North, and I had no hesitation in intimidating the territorial state.

Whatever you put down to fight it, it's a force. No soldier has ever crossed the line, either as a sign for intimidation or as a real force when entering a civil war that actually cracks the Union - which is meant to be an external war for the constituent countries.

The Knights under the umbrella, the people who responded to the recruitment, and the mercenaries who are hired with gold. I am running to align the number of heads and horns on the rabbit, but as mentioned, the gathering of mercenaries is not good. Perhaps we will meet the most powerful man on the continent and the most elite man in the prestigious Zanktogaren, the Grandonburg strongman. For mercenaries who trade their wars in gold, they lose a lot if they fight. Naturally, there will be fewer people who will respond to the call.

"But, Monsieur Borderline. We also have good news."

A minister kneeling on the throne speaks at least of comfort.

"Few mercenaries responded to the call, but for that matter, there were those who could expect"

"Hmm?"

Uncle Borderline glanced intriguingly at me. He is a drunken mercenary, as he joins in the battle against Heidelrecht. Are you so hungry that you can't choose who to fight, or vice versa, the kind of warrior who chooses to fight strong enemies from me? Apparently, the subordination found the latter among the mercenaries who participated.

"A group of mercenaries from Canales hold the elf's magic master as a slave."

"Elf Magic Instructor!

Speaking of wizards, a living weapon who can kill several people at once with one chant from afar. It's more comforting than just having one soldier on your side, but getting ten or a hundred soldiers. Besides, if that's an elf with excellent magic, I can expect a thousand manpower after a while. It is only natural to take expectations.

"... but a slave? I hear elf slaves are hard to see."

"Being good at magic also threatens to unlock the collar of obedience. But from what I've seen, I don't think you need to worry about that."

According to the minister, the elf's slave looks completely tamed by the owner's mercenary. The anger disappears from his expression, and he hears promises and orders without having to use the magic hanging on his collar. I can see that I would have received extra ingenious and harsh tuning.

"On the contrary, you're anxious... That much heartbreaking slavery helps you in action?

In the union of life, not only physical strength, skill, intelligence, but also mental aspects are questioned. In ancient times, there were numerous military books that persisted in preaching about the importance of soldier morale. In a battlefield where the lives of both enemies and allies are at stake, the sticky hips at this point are crucial. The source is still the energy to live. Trying to escape or disobey a life-saving and troublesome soldier, but vice versa, is also a problem. Accept death as obedience, and do not let every ally die.

Slaves who follow their owners out of fear are, on the contrary, easily out of control when exposed to more fear. If you're listening to orders because you're scared, but you're ordered to be hostile to more scared beings, you won't be as obedient as you've ever been. That was what Uncle Borderline feared.

But the minister smiles nicely and confidently.

"If there is one elf slave, let there be such a fear. But the mercenary regiment has an elf of five."

"Oops......!?

Incredible, but a frontier uncle who peels his eyes off, as I say.

Elf slaves are expensive. The worse you can do, the more you can build two new fortifications on the border. Five people at the same time have a product that is worth more than one person. And how much financial might it be possible?

"... are they really mercenaries? It's no longer a slave push."

And so on, and there's even a fear that there's no clapping. With all that financial resources, there is no need to stop running operations that are not as productive as imagined on top of the danger of mercenaries and the like. Buy land mansions somewhere peaceful in the countryside surrounding the elves and spend the rest of your life in a leisurely comfort, or if you lack all that storage, sell about one of the five elves to make gold. If you want more money, you should switch to legitimate business. Normally I would choose one of them.

"No, I'm an undisputed mercenary. I also saw that as quite a war madness. I met with whoever led the troops, but the impression was rightly coarse and wild. It can withstand the iron fires that can be painted on the dust of war, and it can't withstand the tranquillity of gold and women."

"What a..."

A mixed sigh of admiration and fright leaks. But at the same time I remembered the unusual persuasiveness.

Strong enough to be a lunatic, Jinx is famous for his neighborhood of adventurers, but it doesn't have to fit into any other field. Incalculable talent for the rest of us is sometimes obtained in exchange for being illusioned with madness or losing one's sanity. All I can say is that it is insane to indulge in the life-threatening work of mercenaries and so on, with just enough wealth to hold five expensive slaves together. And the fact that you can continue to live and grow while you are crazy will be real to those of you who are talented.

"Isn't that also going to be a powerful help"

"So, let's be"

"And where is that mercenary? I got a little interested. I want to see your face."

When he urged me to worship him, the minister looked a little evil.

"That's why we're out recruiting."

"What? Recruitment?

"Whatever, you want to make up for it because you damaged a miscellaneous soldier in your previous job"

It is inevitable that if you do your job, you will have fewer members than a mercenary is an operation to carry out battles. He dies in war, falls off with serious wounds of non-recurrence, or flees with fear in battle. That's how he wanted to replenish his reduced soldiers.

"If that's the reason, I'll have no choice. Tell him to show his face when he returns."

"Ha."

As he lowers his minister, Borderline Uncle pokes a cheek wand at his elbow hanging.

He is also a samurai of Zanktogaren, a land of forests and soldiers. For real warriors, like those in the report, he preferred to observe the difficulty of control at the same time. It's a battle madness that drives the Elves wild into a match with as many as five samurai. Come on. Greedy, greedy, arrogant... and strong, I guess. Again, it is the samurai's honor to relate to such fierce men, to interact with them, and to put them under their command.

I laugh when I think of the strong man I have yet to see who came under me.

"Recruitment on our soon-to-be-competed territory? The people just enough to conscript may have already been taken by the army... but don't let the mercenaries in the matter waste their legs."

If you seem to be reluctant with it, depending on how you feel, it's not stingy to turn the soldiers here. Even if it isn't, the Elf's Mage is just five broken warriors. Either way, we should try to give him some convenience.

He was eager to meet with the mercenary.

... but the thought will be betrayed in the closest way possible.

The village was surrounded by strange sweet scents.

There is another strange windward whirlwind swirling around the village, and the smell is not scattered as if it were an invisible lid. In it, the villagers are gathered in the square, deprived of their sanity by the fragrance of incompetence, clouding their eyes more and more.

People who expose themselves to the look of a semi-dead without a life and drool from their mouths.

Towards them, one man dressed in a mercenary-style outfit was waving a hot valve.

"Are you guys satisfied with continuing to cultivate desolate land like this!? Don't you want to get new raw and have a different life!?

At first glance, it also looks like mercenary recruitment. But the unusual appearance of the villagers surrounding him and the grim eye of knowing that he didn't even think of a man as a person did not make him think of it as mere recruitment.

Most of all, there is no one here who would point to an anomaly as an anomaly. Yes, but it had already been eliminated. The knight of the Balden Frontier Lord, who was accompanied by conscripts for surveillance, has lost his belly as if eaten by a beast and fallen to the ground on his back. A glimmer of snow will sooner or later accumulate on one side and cover this sour dead body as well.

"Demonic threats, high taxes, lean land. How long will that keep bothering me?... Until you die! More than I was born as a peasant, the nobles will exploit me for life! I will continue to be haunted for life by demons stronger than the rest of the country than I will continue to live by Zanktogaren! Answer me, thats satisfying!?

Question of a man closer to intimidation than a question. In contrast, the peasants, apparently not normal, still answer with voices that do not involve the sound of sanity.

"Yes, no... I don't want to live like this anymore..."

"Demons... taxes... I'm sorry..."

"I can't be satisfied...!

I don't like it. I don't like it. I don't like it.

The assembled villagers begin to push their mouths against the status quo. That's natural, too. Ninety-nine percent of farmers in differentiated societies are subject to exploitation. The exception is only the rich farmers with large numbers of small writers. Not so many can be satisfied with the raw one now.

If you remove the hoop of reason by any means, the grievance will soon be on your face.

"Right, I don't like it. Then I'll give you guys a choice. Put it under me! Join my flock and go from being a mere farmer of Xanctogallen... to being a human to a single beast! Respond to my call!

People whose voices show confusion even though they have been deprived of their sanity. No matter how strong the Zanktogaren are, they are peasants. Sometimes we fight demons attacking villages, and sometimes we wake up to rule by lords, but it's also a battle to protect our lives. Suddenly a mercenary - naturally I don't want to be the one to live to fight. Not to mention the situation in which the military service population of the village, or adult men who can fight, is now reduced due to the earlier battle of Vordan and the conscription of the Balden border uncle who anticipated a civil war. There can be no one under the umbrella of a mercenary-like man.

But the mercenary-style man whispers sweet temptations to them in one turn.

"What, you don't even like to fight? But don't worry. I just want some cohesive numbers. The same would be true of the Balden border uncle. He would be the number one priority to show the numbers and intimidate and drive the enemy back. I think it would be easier if I did... and I'm not going to force you guys to fight."

"Just show me the number..."

"I won't fight... so... okay..."

"Plus, I'm not going to let bait, or rice, be crippled for a while. Because that's what a group leader does. I don't think I'm going to do anything to starve you. Isn't that all I swear to say?"

"Rice... rice...!

"I'm hungry... if I get to my uncle, can I eat...?

"Whatever! We have nothing to do with ideas that discriminate against women and children. He who serves from time to time, among them those who use it, will be given preferential treatment! What do you say, did you think you'd get to me?

"Yes...... Yes......!

"Go... rice, I want to eat...!

Gradually, those who agree with men begin to emerge from among the people. Under normal consciousness, one should remember the sense of rejection and disgust from the disturbance of their words and deeds, from the unusual atmosphere and, above all, from the remains of the knight who arrived and was killed in the village. But such thinking abilities have already been taken away from them.

Brainwashing magic incense. An abominable psychic drug created in the alchemy of foreign law that takes the will away from people, turns it into a puppet, and implements allusions. The effect has now transformed the villagers into carp on top of a man's fan just to be imprinted on his brain.

To such poor villagers, the man took out what was out of his nostalgia and showed it.

"Whoever comes with me, get him."

Silver metal that reflects hard light, even in snowy cloudy weather.

It is the collar of slaves.

"Huh...?

"What, you don't like it?

"But... it's a slave's..."

Even under brainwashing on boulders, the vast majority showed a sense of repellence. The bottom line of a differentiated society inferior to peasants when it comes to slavery. Being kept as a beast, being the object of a sale, and not having the muscle to complain about killing, is truly subhuman.

"Hey, EE-014. Come here."

"Yes."

The man shows them an elf of a woman with a collar of slaves wrapped around her. A neat appearance by inhuman like a long-lived species. The clothes you wear are a costume and a stunning robe. Who would believe this woman to be a slave if she didn't even have proof to shine with her neck?

And a man hugged that body.

"Look, you guys. Look at this woman. What do you think?"

"Ooh..."

"What a difference..."

"Good skin gloss. The quality of the garment you are wearing. Above all, as good as it looks. Wouldn't that be nice? He's eating something better than you guys, isn't he? Doesn't it look like you're wearing good clothes and dressed beautifully? You'll be beautiful, you'll be happy, won't you? And... howl."

"Ah."

The right hand covered in caged hands sneaks into the chest and the left hand cracks the hem into it. Elf slaves clouded the winter air white in a move to attack weakness with precision to hunt down the abusive, but prey.

It is a place that is not expected to be carried out in a humane place from day to day. But there is no way to accuse the villagers of that. Sometimes that has been taken away from reason by brainwashing, but more than that,

"... Gokuri"

Even the spit that should have dripped from the edge of my mouth in my oblivion was so noticeable in the sight.

"Some of us who have handled ourselves are thus given the right to like a good woman of slavery. What do you say, attractive working conditions? You'd have wanted to join our people, wouldn't you?

"Yes...... Yes......!

"How are the ladies? Wearing brilliant clothes, cleansing your skin, applying makeup... don't you think I envy this decorative trick? Doesn't sound so bad to be one of us, does it?

"Ah, ha... yes"

"All right, good boys.... you'll be wearing a collar to that, don't you mind?

"Ha... yes...!

Villagers lured out as flirtatious as bugs swarming in moth lights. When a man lets go of a woman elf who is capable of falling, he says to one of them like a thrust.

"You fit that collar of your own accord. I didn't force you guys. I just lined up the words and invited them. Do you understand that wearing it is only by your own will?

"Yes... I... willingly..."

"If you know what I mean, I don't mind."

Saying, the man grinned as he peeled his fangs off.

As soon as possible, the intense beast odor mixes with the sweet smell of the demonic fragrance of brainwashing that is standing around. It's the revelation of the nature of a man posing as this mercenary. It is a testament left to being an inhuman monster while looking inhumane.

"Oops, don't... when I feel like Dawn, the smell leaks accidentally. You have to be careful."

The monster of the human beast retightens his loose feelings and mouth.

And the world continued to requisition.

Eventually, within less than thirty minutes, collars are wrapped around humans from all over the village. They were transformed from being human to being less than that, as they were dreaming.

"- Brilliant hand, 07"

To the voice accidentally hung from behind, the man called 07 turns around.

There, the figure of a female slave who is wrapped around a collar but still remains uncomfortable. However, the woman had long ears, as did the five elves that the man had accompanied, and unlike them, her skin was pale and black.

It is a dark elf. The name is Opus 03, called Dry.

07 opens his mouth with a cheerful look at the intruder who suddenly appeared.

"It's an honor to compliment you, 03. Are the results of the exam passed?

"When it comes to reading the script. They seem to have enough intelligence."

"Again, these are tough words. What do you think about the quality of the act?

"Hum. It is a great reduction that has taken its nature to the detour as well. If it weren't for that, you could have given me a full point... but now I'd be doing my best to get rid of the red dots."

"My ear hurts when they say that. That said, I was born too and I'm not familiar enough. Take a good look this time. From now on, let's do good."

Dry continues with a slightly irritating look on the floating shoulder 07.

"Oh, be good with it. Your simultaneous mission test is still going on, 07. If you keep getting results that aren't too fragrant, you'll be waiting for a hole barn life just like the 04 guys"

"He's in trouble. It's cozy in there, but it's more suited to sex with the wind outside."

"Damn, you're a mouthless man... no, are you a man? Well, good. That was more of a disaster, EE-014. Would you have felt bad about getting your finger crawled by something like this?

The elf turned to, EE-014, shakes his neck sideways small in the words of Dry.

"No problem, Opus 03. I was surprised, but I don't dislike it. 07 is kind to members of the herd, even if it looks like this."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. I don't mind caring about you, but don't sell yourself too cheap, EE-014"

"Don't sell yourself cheap, huh? Three thousand gold coins for boulders. Different things to say."

Dry's only right eye glance flies at 07 with extra tea in it. If it was time to be in a bit of a bad mood right now, I might have even flown in from my left eye.

"Whoa, that's a scary face"

"Shit, all the extra spills, how dare you... I'm glad that that's all intelligence is the finishing touches of the" work ". No, but..."

"So let's move on to satisfying the scary, scary exam director. So, what's the plan?

"- Procurement assignments in Zanktogaren came to a planned number. The majority will wait for spring from Elpis-Roane to send to Vordan, but I'll leave you with a team too. Lead it northwards and into Arquele from the Armando side. Then we enter our next assignment on the same site. Over."

"Got it. Opus 07, Over"

A presence called 07 returns its heel, showing a salute that went away to the dry that gave it a complex look. Ahead, there was the sight of the villagers with their collars of slaves being packed into carriages as well by the S-series, which was accompanied in the name of mercenaries.

The EE series of associates also magically manipulates the wind to scatter the sweet scent that was standing around them.

"Oops, I almost forgot something. … no body, no body."

That's how Opus 07 looks at the object buried in the snow rolling over the edge of his sight, one tongue-in-cheek.

... a dozen minutes later, after the carriage ran away, only the deserted village remained, and the villagers and the traces of something happening had disappeared without leaving a single piece of dust.

Duke of Armando territory.

It is the largest aristocracy in Arquel, spreading the largest prints in the country to the northeast of the kingdom, and an uncontrolled land that bears to its lords a duke who draws royal blood muscles from generation to generation. And it was a stronghold bordering neighboring Zanktogaren, and beyond the strait, overlooking the Kingdom of Marlbearer.

In the border ministry, there are always between three and four thousand soldiers stationed in the garrison to hit the guards, helping to contain the enemies on the same land until an army of a size known as 20,000 or 30,000 is rushed to the rear to refrain from one morning. At present, its tight security had increased its strength to nearly six thousand people nearly double that of normal time.

Though a rapprochement with Zanktogaren has just been reached, the opponent dastardly opened the warring end of the barbarian country with an ambush. Not to mention that in Galerin, the king's capital of his country, the sharpest force that was kept warm in earlier wars is still creepily grinding his fangs. The large part will be thrown into the usual civil war, but there is also the possibility of a rematch, albeit without time. With that in mind, border security could not have been neglected.

A large group of carriages emerge from the Zanktogaren side on such a tense running-to-Zanktogaren border. Large carriages are blurry and small enough to say troops, but I haven't heard from a merchant of this size. Inside, armed men were also seen. Naturally, who can speak up when it's stopped immediately?

"Stop! Ahead of here is the kingdom of Arquelle, the land where the Duke of Armando will rule!

"Representatives show up immediately! Tell them why you showed up! Depending on the matter, let me check the load, etc!

Correspondingly, a rich, fat merchant-style little man showed up from a carriage that was running the lead. I have a loving laugh that people like, but I don't have an alarming color in my eyes. He's a man who makes the impression that he's eating people.

slave traders. That was what the soldiers of the security first associated themselves with.

"This is swordswallowing swordswallowing. Soldiers, please don't let that kill you. I am the one who went from Canales to Zanktogaren to purchase. Yes, this is the bill."

The parchment presented by the man did mention that he would be given his status as a canales merchant and permission to cross. The soldiers look disgusted. As expected, the written identity was a slave trader.

"Purchasing means loads are slaves?

"Yes, for the most part. And then there's the mercenary regiment that serves as an escort."

"Is the mercenary the escort? I think it's normal to hire adventurers."

"Those who are their lords are in a state of war where they can't move. In the form of a surrogate, I take care of them, and then I take care of the guards on the road."

The soldiers interpreted from the man's mouth that there was no longer anyone in command because the leader of the mercenary regiment had been seriously wounded or had died in battle. I guess that led me to be on the same page as the slave traders I went to.

"By the way, I don't remember seeing you go into Zanktogaren?

While sending a sharp gaze, ask with willingness not to tolerate lies. Unauthorized entry or exit is a crime.

"How many minutes, there would have been a war in between. After the war, it was the first time."

"Hmm. Is that true, too"

During the Vordan campaign, the borders between the two countries were sealed off in the form of stares between the forces. Previously, it was in the pre-construction friendship, so the entry and exit records were not stricter than they are now. The traffic is also not comparable to the present, so it is probably impossible or impossible to query.

"Mind if I check the carriage?

"Go ahead, don't worry."

The soldier who took the man's confirmation put a cloth on his mouth and decided to be ready to put his hand on the front. The market dictates that a carriage packed with slaves stinks. There is no way that animals can be treated in decent hygiene. It is common for humans who have not washed their bodies for days, or months, to be transported stuffed like objects. It is also a common story that slaves become ill and die in carriages within another unsanitary situation. If there was a body, it would be in a car steaming at the slaves' temperature, albeit in winter. Warmed and quickly corrupt.

The soldier, who had his face stuck in prayer not to come across such a thing, was surprised the other way around that it didn't smell so bad against expectations. I've never seen a slave hauling car this clean.

Sure, the faces of the slaves were uniformly dark and sinking into despair, but if they were to be dropped at the bottom of society, everyone would do this. The soldier thought it was an undue favour as a slave to be cleansed to the point that Ningro's body odor hardly smelled either.

(Zanktogaren slaves, how can they be so important?)

Even such dark thoughts come to mind. It was only purchased in Zanktogaren, and the colour of the countryman is rich in facial features, etc. Though harmonious, they are enemies until the other day. If you see it packed with rabbits, it's about springing up one of the evils.

"You're pretty good for a slave, aren't you?

"I think you should take it."

"Must be. If they make dirty slaves dirtier from scratch, they'll be more reluctant to pay."

Take the form of a question for the merchant-style man and scold the slaves of the Zanktogaren. You're being made a little prettier by doing that, because you're the bottom man, no, the subhuman livestock.

One of the slaves rises up like he's been cut to the word.

"Chi, no! We were fooled! What makes us slaves?"

"Shut up."

"- Muggle!? Grr......!

The slave who tried to summon something is forced to remain silent with the magic of obedience used by the man.

The soldier asked the slaver-like man just in case.

"Let me ask you something, did you trick me into enslaving you? If you do, you'll be violating the law."

It is the belly that helps every Zanktogaren, but this is also the job. If a man is the kind of man who deceives his people into enslavement, he cannot let such a person enter the kingdom of Arquelle. If I had invited the sinless people to hang their collars, I would not have slept well on the boulder. If they find out we've put that killer through again, good and fired, or worse, a real neck flies with complicity.

The man scratches his head with polypoly and narrows his eyes dauntingly.

"Now let us testify to the person of the moment." You were guaranteed a meal for a while before you put on your collar? "

That's how I activated the magic hanging on my collar again.

"Gu...... yes"

"" You mourned the scarcity of food, and you decided to fit your collar yourself because you were attracted to it? "

"Oh yes......!

"" Did you just put that collar in your own hands? ""

"That's right. Shh...! Ugh, uhh...!

"Yes, as you can see, soldier."

That's how a man turns his brilliant smile on a soldier.

I can continue to say more words to the soldiers who think, "Hum," with their hands full.

"The magic of the collar is not easy to accommodate. If you ask me a question, I'll be honest with you about everything. In addition, orders are forcibly overwritten by what you later give, so it's useless to tell them to lie beforehand."

"All right, all right. That's about all I know."

It's the basics of using slaves. It is also a method used to save those who have been illegally enslaved, so those who take up these guards are also taught in the course. I mean, this slaver is Shilo.

To other slaves, just in case.

"..." You wore a collar for the same reason he did, didn't you? "

and made the man ask, but uniformly a positive reply came back. Also, there is no indication that the carriage is smuggling contraband. Deciding that any further interrogation would be impossible, the soldier decides to put an end to the ad hoc examination.

"Then sign this letter after paying the toll"

"Yes, I'm home. Are you sure about this?

That's how I was offered a bloated leather bag with a ragged sound. When I checked inside, it was tightly packed with gold coins. It would certainly weigh just enough to reach the prescribed amount,

"Is it Zanktogaren gold coin..."

In the Kingdom of Arquel and Zanktogaren, the size of the gold coins to be cast - that is, the amount of gold per sheet - varies. It is a different country, so we will have no choice but to do so because of differences in economic conditions and monetary policy. Based on the weight of the bag in my hand, I know that there are no problems with the traffic at the containment, but when using it, it smells a little annoying.

"I've been doing business in his country for a while now."

"Then you have no choice.... good to go through!

Upon granting permission for passage, the carriage's lanes slowly advance and exit. The merchant-like man also filled his seat with plenty of body as he boarded the leading vehicle.

A group of slaves from the Zanktogaren side crossed the border without any problems.

A bunch of carriages going down the street across the border. Around where the lanes led to unpopular winter wilderness, the man dressed as a slaver began acting oddly. When you fly from your podium to the front carriage, you take off from one end to the merchant-like thick chocks, shirts and trousers in a thick coat for cold protection, and become naked and consistent. Though inside the wagon, it is an awesome used front carriage on board. Cold winds are gushing through the tears everywhere, resulting in temperatures that are not significantly different from those outside the snowy flickering.

In that, there's no sign that I'm feeling the cold on a man picking his plenty of chubby bellies in a grumpy fashion.

The man shrugged with his tongue pounding.

"Oh man. Humans are troublesome creatures..."

At the same time as I finish, change occurs.

The fat that was on your body well beyond what you need disappears as balloons shrivel. On the contrary, the back length, which was small, grew steadily, and the muscles that succeeded in the chest plate rose on the limbs, which were completely thin and thin. The hair also changed color at the same time as it changed length, and within ten seconds the man had become a completely different figure. If the seal (seal) was fattened round earlier, should this one be metaphorically a true leopard? It's called flesh that seems stubborn to see, it's called a sharp expression, a beast in the shape of a man. A harmonious combat attitude between nature and man-made, as if taming a wild carnivore for combat, is a way to run your gaze around without alarm while exposing yourself to an unwrapped nudity.

The figure is the very person known as Opus 07, who brainwashed the villagers and turned them into slaves in the Balden Frontier Uncle Territory.

"Hmm. This one calms down better. After all, don't hold on to the fighters. Will this be the norm for a while?"

It was like saying that every word was like saying that there was no such thing as who I really was.

and that's when.

- Who is it?

07 threw his gaze overhead. There are only low carriage ceilings there. But he does what he's sure there's something beyond that - no, someone intelligent.

"That's not 03. Signs are different.... for once I ask, are you the enemy? Are you on our side?"

We barely put it between us, and there was a response.

"… I'm on your side, and answer, Mass"

"If you say you're on my side, answer one.... Does he like tea?

"No, what I really like is coffee, and I type in the path, Mass"

"Hmm, you're right. You can come in."

"Now if you'll excuse me, say hello, Mass."

That's how one woman opens her front upside down from the roof and comes aboard. No, whether it's appropriate to call that a woman. It is the figure that is the human woman, but it is called the faceless expression like a mask, it is called the golden eye that seems glowing from the beginning, it is only beautiful and inhuman. He would have been on the roof of a carriage that would have driven under the cold skies, dressed daringly exposed to his belly. Not as naked as Opus 07, but I don't see it as a winter outfit.

The strange woman who appears politely gives a tribute to a man who is equal or more strange.

"You're new to meeting with you, and self-confirming mass. Opus 05 Femme, Death. Please don't forget about Opus 07 later, Mass."

"Oh. Nothing to forget, I've been imprinted on my head about you since the beginning.... but it's something I've been putting out here a lot. It would be difficult for you to travel long distances without metastatic magic."

"... that was because I was there. Huh! Bye!

That said, there's one new intruder coming in a noisy break.

When I wondered if a particle of magic had stopped in the corner of the car and exchanged the shape of a person, the next moment I stepped down to the floor with mass.

The woman was an elf. At least the pointy long ears and golden thread hair, the white beauty, are perfectly aligned with the characteristics of a long-lived species that no one else can live with. But for a slender, well-known elf, the inflating hips of his bustling chest and skirt passed fleshly, as did the creases around his waist. Not only are there races that hate metal decorations, but their faces are hung with glasses so polished that they glow sparklingly.

Other than the minimum characteristics, elves and others were present everywhere. But a magical arm that moves directly to a constantly changing location of coordinates: a driving carriage. That certainly seems to be a race of masters of magic. If you are on the same path as this elf, you will not be handicapped to travel with metastatic magic.

"Opus 06, in Seyce - Shh!...... what the heck!? Ha, naked!?

Seyce screams a barbaric scream at 07 who doesn't even hide her ambitious nakedness, wondering if she has named herself. Cover the bright red face with both hands, but the core eyes are firmly open, so it is as if they cannot be hidden.

07 said with a frightened look.

"Oh, I know you, too.... I hear in the printed data that you are also responsible for modification surgery to the plain body as an assistant, but aren't you familiar with this extent?

"Oh, you can't be awake! 'Cause the body under modification is asleep with anesthesia!... hey, what are you making me muck!? Why are you shifting to a bad attitude?

"I don't care if you say so... the contents seem to be allergic, but it looks like a woman inside is in front of her. I can't help but react."

While doing so, he turns back to Seyce in a slightly rocking hips motion. Naturally, she was increasingly upset when she was poked at the cause of the confusion.

"Phew!? Don't shake it! No, don't rock that head deep in meaning! Oh, please don't point it at me! Is that a good idea? You mean pointing a weapon at a duel, right? I'll do it, won't I? Wow, you'll burn, cut and crush it with my magic!?

"Oh, wow, that's a rough welcome for newcomers."

Finally, the invisible fem pinches his mouth from side to side.

"07, don't make too much fun of 06," he said, drawing attention to Mass. Educating her by polishing is a generation ahead of what was used against you. It's younger than you when it comes to mental impact, Kara. "

"That's rude.... it would be nice to get rid of him once, but the female looks like the male in the two, because there's no match. So..."

07, with his shoulders flaunted, deforms its flesh again.

Its body was changed round and soft with the addition of small, small, thin, and contours. One area is housed in the body, and another area shows a modest bulge in reverse.

Less than a few seconds later, a little girl of about mid teens had appeared there on behalf of a long, crude man.

"- Phew... If you look like such a young woman, you can't get all upset about the beginnings there?

A mundane and sarcastically lifting one end of his mouth, unworthy of the face of his seemingly adult daughter. The deed is undisputed and is the same as Opus 07, which preceded the change of appearance. On the other hand, the voices that contain the "" are only husky impressions for the appearance age, but far from the male voice. Let's just say it's a perfect transformation, as long as you can hide your nakedness and act like a naughty little girl.

Towards an unusual being from him to her, Seyce swelled her cheeks, and, uh-- she roared and stared with tears.

"Well, why don't you just get dressed..."

"Getting dressed is another carriage. I can't make clothes from where there's nothing in the boulder either."

"You just have to transform it into something that fits the clothes that are undressed there," points out Mass.

"I don't like that because it looks weak on top of ugly. Another outfit is good even without clothes. Unless you look good at least. You can do whatever you want with no eyes."

"Ho ho? Do you think our eyes are not human?"

"It's the Aya of the Word 06. If it swells like that, it ruins your pretty face, right?

"So please don't make fun of her, and repeat, Mass. Come on, Shaw."

When Femme said so, 07, who changed to a girl, also honestly followed with a somewhat white look.

"Now we'll tell you what to communicate, Mass. 05, who took over the test supervisory duties from 03, has determined that the test items have fulfilled the level of demand, such as the autonomy and judgment ability of Opus 07 when acting alone for a long period of time, the deceptive performance of transformative abilities, and the ability to detect signs. Congratulations, Mass."

"I praise you and rejoice in the ultimate, should I return it? But what would you have done if I hadn't passed - although I'm glad I didn't have a problem? Even though it combines tests, it's behavior in a crowd-friendly setting. In case..."

"Then Fem sent you a stop signal, and then I was supposed to magically destroy the evidence... you were in charge of Mr. Dry before we took over."

The utterly unfaithful words of Seyce even carry the colour that I wish I had been that way. If it is only magic, it is an obliteration by her comparable to the great sage of the Divine Age. Perhaps it was planned to blow up the perimeter flashly in order to make it look like an enemy sabotage. Innocent and therefore terribly sensitive, Seyce even seemed willing to kill on 07, who worked scattered disrespect in the first person. Regardless, that's about her who's also willing to admire the "father" who gave her the assignment. Though it is very child-stained, there is no clear word of intent to change the plan.

"Oh, scary scary scary. Glad that didn't happen."

"So - no, fine, and remember to give up, Mass. More than that, do you remember the rest of the mission, Sne?

"Of course. Scout the peasants using the appearance of a mercenary earlier in this Armando. I brainwash, but I don't enslave. Take him straight to Voldan in the name of a mercenary, where he's unbrainwashed. He uses another figure to guide him on his escape from the mercenary regiment he was forced to bring, freeing him and sending him home to farm in the same place. Among other things, it was sent to the lab as a primitive body that modifies a certain number of people whose stature, physical abilities, or magic power are above the standard to a 'product'."

"Yes, it's perfect, and send a compliment, Mass"

"Ugh... sloppy sloppy sloppy! How can 07 be praised for being so namiki?

"That's because I'm a good user demon and a masterpiece of the creator."

"Say it yourself. Huh! Besides, there's no point in remembering what you do, if you can't do it properly!?

"Oh, I'll try to satisfy you, too.... and I'd like to hear one more thing, 05"

"What is it, and answer the question, Mass?"

"We're spreading a lot of gold coins economically in the wake of this operation, but does it not affect the way the creator is feeling? It's a hassle, but do humans use money to do anything? I hear it's time for something."

07 fears were also the best. Today Turius and others are simultaneously pursuing various policies to recover from the pain of the war ahead. No amount of money will be enough for that budget. Even so, he hasslessly uses it because he arranges carriages for tolls at the checkpoint. I don't care if I use it in my orders, but it would be that one of my feelings for worrying about the Lord springs up in boulders.

but femme answers without looking at it either.

"Then there's no problem," answered Mass. All the money used in this operation is counterfeit death. "

"Hmm?"

"Even so, what is used is a real golden desga"

"It's a good dig, but you don't have any use for it. That's what you had left! You're doing great."

Seyce is the one who strikes and changes to capture her in a good mood. Perhaps she also chewed one and forged it.

The private casting of currency unknown to the depository of the state is, as a matter of course, a crime. No, the very fact that Turius is digging gold and silver unauthorized in the mines that built the underground Great Labyrinth in the first place is breaking the laws of the kingdom. It's as important as Rubel once advised you never to go out there.

but that's also a story I just hope it doesn't come with my legs.

"Reverse the idea. If it's a problem for me to use it in Arquel, you can use it so you don't know it's me outside the country."

That's what the Lord said.

"The journey. The risk is minimal if the source's suspicious money is used to fund activities under disposable cover."

As I say, I see my ID coming out of the nostalgia of my stripped clothes. It stands for being a slave trader of Canales. It is also a forgery using alchemy.

"It's a brilliant operation," he said, evaluating the mass. You can effectively consume a lot of resources and absorb human resources from enemies and political virtual enemies, Kara. "

"All you have to do is slander and silence from the despicable ambushes in an attempt to complain about the enslavement of the people from Zanktogaren. If the decentralists tell me they've taken the people away, I can cut back that they're out of office to let the people get away with it in the first place. I'll treat you like a peasant, not a slave."

"I don't know, Arquelle's registry management is a nice addition. Especially the peasants. The reason I'm after you is no more than three men who aren't even on the ledger, so give it back? He might not be able to prepare it properly."

"Ningro, you might cry and ask me not to return to the former lords like Armando and others. Because if you go to Voldan, you'll be given land, plus slaves who can make you work there."

"It's possible, and judgment mass"

In short, that's the plan for this one. They take slaves from Zanktogaren and peasants from opposing local aristocratic territories to give them farmland and new openings that have been left blank by the war dead. Moreover, the use of the status of slave trader or mercenary makes it at least ostensibly legal. This once opened up to Langogne, a measure aimed at two birds, one stone's throw, of the weakening of the region and the reconstruction of Voldan, falls into its development form. I sent it back to the blister because of Lavalle's instincts, and if I changed my clothes, it would still pass.

"But what a handful of measures. As far as I'm concerned, my forefingers are better suited to the job of using this ability to crawl around and devour."

07 dressed as a naked girl rings her right hand with a cock. No, it's not just the joints of the fingers that are ringing. The skeleton of the right arm itself. The arm of a quiet human little girl turns into that of a beast with neglected, fat, swollen, sharp nails. Even more conscious or unconscious, the Servel Tiger meshed fangs were stretched out of the mouth with an invincible grin.

This is the ability of this new 'work'.

"Either way, you'll come when you're on such a mission," predicted Mass. In doing so, give me that arm fully...... no, wiggle your nail fangs down rhino. Opus 07, Jet "

"Based on Homunculus, Chimera was created with a completely new concept of incorporating diverse animal and monster cells and freely using their appearance and abilities... Mm-hmm, but is this made of boulder father's" work "?"

To the words of the two predecessors, the seventh 'work' - Jett - gave a nituous and wild grin.