Outaishihi ni Nante Naritakunai!!

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Man - No, the man named Aeon received his life as the heir to Nova, the wolf clan of Arcanum Island.

He was naturally strong in body. Although it is said that sharp eyes always seemed grumpy, his face was not bad, and thanks to it he was quite grumpy from a young age.

He was looking for a woman of his own destiny.

The beastlings have the custom of having only one woman as their bond, and of companion. Aeon couldn't find his companion for long.

No matter what woman I met, I didn't come anywhere. Connection is special to you. Aeon, who couldn't find it, was in a terrible hurry.

From a young age, he admired 'his own special'. One day you will meet your own companion.

But he could not find it on the island, and when he was impatient, he made a decision one day.

I have no connections here.

Then he should be outside. So I thought I'd go out and look for him.

He was confident in his power. I had a good physique, and I was quite strong compared to my peers around me. He was the fastest of my people. He was the best hunter.

He was particularly good at bowing and was admired by everyone.

I was not very smart, but it doesn't matter on the island. Those who are good at hunting are delighted.

That's why I was so proud of myself.

I can manage to get across to the continent. I was optimistic.

But it can't be that good.

After arriving on the continent, Aeon was tricked into slavery by the humans he met there.

I didn't know the right or the left, but I was told that I would introduce you to the job, and there was a slave trader before I got there. Of course, he tried to escape, but he was caught smelling a strong medicine for the Beastman.

Giltia, the Sahaja witch who happened to find him sold, bought Aeon into slavery.

Aeon was rebellious. Because of this, it was difficult to find a buyer, and the price was at the bottom. Maybe we should kill him now. Giltia raised her hand when the story began.

Giltia was amused by Aeon's rebellious attitude. I bought him a laugh saying that I was tired of being obedient.

The slave traders sold Aeon with great joy that he was able to make amends, and he became Giltia's.

Aeon was taken to Giltia's residence. And she took away the dignity of Aeon, and gave him all kinds of torment, and enjoyed seeing his torment.

He says he likes to see people's faces suffer.

She rejoiced that he was unbreakable and rebellious.

And then, interestingly, she gave him the last pill.

"This is a medicine that makes people and beasts just shit." It's fun, isn't it? "

A witch who was good at dealing with poison, she was also good at frying medicine that would change its essence.

Aeon resisted, but he could not be forgiven. He was drugged, and turned to be a wolf.

Seeing the changed Aeon, the witch laughed and said:

"There's no antidote to that drug." Because this is a curse. There is no solution unless the conditions are met. If you want to solve it... yes. Let's just say that I'm kissed on my lips because I truly care about you. A kiss of true love. Kheke. Well, I don't think anything like doing that will appear to you when you're just a wolf. "

Giltia went on to say that it was impossible.

"One more thing, I'll put a curse on you." In that state he shall know the truth of thee, which knoweth thee as a beast. If this condition is met, you will die. If you know someone, you'll have to pretend to be a wolf. It's fun, isn't it? Oh, it's so fun! "

That said, she put a collar on Aeon.

The collar of obedience.

It was a terrible magic item that could be subordinated to the opponent while leaving his will behind.

Using it, Giltia sealed off Aeon's words. "Don't speak a word," he commanded.

The last freedom of Aeon, who could speak only one language even if he became a wolf. She took it in half funny.

So she kept Aeon as a mere wolf.

As a spare time for yourself.

I chained it to a chain that was only about a meter long, fed it occasionally, and kicked it if I was in a bad mood.

I can't speak. I don't want you to treat me like a beastman. They are kept as mere bullshit.

If you continue to do so for such a long time, your heart and body will become weak no matter how strong you are.

Aeon's mind was at its limit.

I want to die sooner or later.

When I started feeling like that, Giltia started a new whim.

She probably sold Aeon to the owner of the souvenir shop.

I wish he would suffer more. I thought it would be a bad idea to be kept in a spectacle hut as a mere animal without ever being able to return to the Beastman.

With his words sealed, Aeon was sold to the owner of the souvenir hut, and the owner of the shop, who did not know his identity, introduced him to the art.

It was humiliating.

Why do I have to do this? I'm not an animal.

No one knows that Aeon was a Beastman.

I can't sue because I'm sealed off from the word. No, if you know you can talk, you might be spooked and disposed of. It might be better to keep it that way.

The days of humiliation continue.

Stand in front of the audience as a spectacle and show off your skills. Treat and spend time with other animals. It was harder for Aeon than it had been for Giltia.

Sometimes I ask myself a question.

Do I really have to live my whole life as a mere beast?

Is it necessary to flatter mankind and live in a dirty cage as an object of the sighting hut?

It was really better when I was with Giltia.

Every day I feel like I'm going crazy.

But a turning point is coming.

Aeon and the other animals, who were going crazy every day, went to Wilhelm at one point. Wilhelm is a wealthy country, and the royal capital is particularly inclined to do so. Because the shopkeeper thought that he could make a profit.

Aeon looked at it with emotionless eyes.

It doesn't matter.

I don't expect anything anymore. I can't help but expect it.

After a long time, Aeon has grown accustomed to living as a mere wolf.

I showed the art to the customers, received food from the shopkeeper, and my mind and body were paralyzed every day I slept in a cage that was hard to say clean.

Still, pride remained somewhere.

I'm a beast, and I'm never an asshole.

So that's the day of fate. He could not bear it, and he was crammed against the shopkeeper.