—— I knew from the beginning that they were being nailed.
"I put it out by asking you to show me your best junior officer today, did you care about anything?
If you were concerned or not, you remained handicapped from the beginning.
Even his gut is sick or his skin is jaundiced, this fat bastard unleashed the "lowest ranked" product as "the finest" without even trying to hide the colour of his disdain.
The potato-like fingers were fitted with many rings, and the scarf wrapped around the neck was embroidered with gold thread. Bad taste everywhere.
You're here, these kinds of arrangements, in every world. Although "People look 90%", the clothes I wear are still made of the finest silk, and the hair decorations on blue-grey hair made from vegetable oil are the finest. I'm in a crisp dark suit —— I'm surprised there was a suit in this world —— and there's no gap to be insulted.
... except for age.
No, I've grown tall all at once in the last four years, and now I'm 160 centimeters. It stretched out as if trying to get back what was ever small. Jelly, the cat-based beast with her, said, "It's kind of like bamboo. Nahahahaha" and so much so that they laughed. And I wouldn't call it average height yet, but obviously I don't think it means it's small.
But if there's a problem, it's still your face.
My face is the same age as my 14-year-old face. These kinds of deals come to be judged by "appearance" - and there by waxes that also include "appearance age".
--What a kid. Rich is what it is, and you want me to scratch it?
That's right.
"All I see in my eyes is the sick and the injured."
A lady sitting in a fuzzy chair in front of me standing —— I think she's more of a lady than I am if she can be naked, whatever, she's only 12 years old —— says as she taps the fan into her own palm with a pepper.
The dress worn by the lady is the same scarlet as her eyes, and the stunning one (...) worn on the skirt is by top class craftsmen. The flowing bright golden lamb was like a jewel sinking into a golden river. How disposable this lame is. This is all I can tell that this lady has incredible money, and besides, at a time when I'm here to see such a fat bastard, I can tell that she wants a little spice for her boring routine.
Anyone can tell.
Yes, that's why I can be named —— easy enough to fool an unknown lady, he said.
Under her forehead flowing from right to left, the scarlet eyes of a lady so big that she was about to spill are now slightly stained with anger. I try not to look into those eyes. [M] Her eyes are demonic. Beautiful enough to captivate those who see.
"Really? Shall we talk about the junior officer while we eat together after this?
Look. Fat bastards are falling back. At first I fooled around, then I tried to fool him, and now I can't save this girl because I'm trying to -- Lori, I'm trying to do something about the lady in the middle.
But that's not what this fat bastard is either when it comes to being an irresistible idiot. This is a mundane reaction. Instead, fat bastards might want to hang in there.
There's me and the lady. This is one of the "Human Resource Offices" in Kurvagne, the sacred capital of the Holy Kingdom of Kurvagon.
Human resources good offices, is. Usually, it's like "sending people to a store that doesn't have enough workers."
But the director here, as you can see, is a fat bastard. Besides, he's quite rich. The interior décor also has a huge chandelier hanging from the wine red carpet —— whether you like it or not or whether your hobby is good or bad —— with money hanging.
Can you make that much money with your human resources good offices?
The answer is -- the space on the wall of this room, the place like a step up, the men and women lining up there.
Handcuffs are fitted and chains are wrapped around the feet as well. I'm not wearing any clothes, either up or down. Sopom pom pom. As the lady said, she didn't have arms, she was clearly ill, her body was untidy —— it wasn't a healthy body with five satisfied bodies. I'd rather put him in the hospital than let him stand bare in here. Of course, my life in this world is light and cheap enough not to do that for me.
"You say these people are 'underwriters'...?
The lady frowns securely. She's a worried, incredibly beautiful girl.
"Underwriter" -- the word "subordinate" or "subordinate" if you mean it normally.
But there can't be "subordinates" or "subordinates" at the time they're lined up bare.
It was a "slave" hidden word where it jammed.
Here, in the Holy Kingdom of Kulvern, the trade and ownership of "slaves" is illegal, so they are bought and sold under the term "servants" and tied up with contract magic. What makes it different from "slaves"?
"You seemed a little irritating to the lady at the Grand Chamber of Commerce. If you say so, they are slaves."
The fat bastard rang his fingers with his pussy.
When the door of the room opened, a slew of tenacious men appeared. Great, just now he's wearing more armor than clothes. Now if it's a naked group Full Chin On Parade, I'm just about to eat a big eyeball from her dad with the lady's eye stain.
"Hmm. And these people--"
The human race, the beast man, the fisherman, the dwarf...... the race was falling apart but everyone looked "confident in their arms".
And on your left hand, tattoo marks like a bracelet --.
I accidentally rubbed my left hand.
"No matter, you're a slave."
"Is this your possession?
"Naturally. Come on, I'm gonna change my mind and go home."
Fat bastards nod their tongues and look to lick the lady around from toe to top of their head.
I have this many men ready to blackmail my lady half the time... I guess I'm going to cage her.
Well, for sure, the lady named herself a member of a chamber of commerce that had nothing to do with "Fair Harmony Chamber," and if it were a name she didn't know, the chamber not in this holy capital —— even if the foolish news was interrupted a little bit, she thought she could somehow get rid of it. I don't have anything else to offer.
And this beauty. If you glance at Lori, you know just how fat motherfuckers feel. Just a little bit.
But I think we should at least wait another five years.
"Yeah... I can't possibly change my mind"
The lady uttered a voice that would be as cold as a winter night.
"This guy is black. It falls under the infringement of Article 17 'Rights of the People of the Holy King' of the Covenants of the Holy Fathers of Kulvern"
"... what?
Fat bastard gets decent, then accidentally blushes.
"You... I thought you were just a boxed girl," Slaver Crushed "who had recently become a wow!?"
Ooh.
I can't believe at some point it had like two names that were just too direct in themselves like "Slave Merchant Crush".
"Hang on! That's a clap! Uwasa's" Slave Merchant Crush "is such a kid, and the offering is another kid."
Don't be a kid. That hurts some 14-year-olds.
By the way, the 12-year-old in front of me should be out of his heart. I hate to treat children more than anything else, because they are difficult years old.
"I know you guys are a lot of talented people, but unfortunately this room is a magical space where you can't use your talents. If that's what you want, I won't let you go either. —— Hey! You guys, get this little girl!
When the fat bastards said, "Heh," the slaves replied in unison.
"... Reggie"
"Yes."
"Protect me."
At that moment —— the bodies of the men surrounding us blew up radially around us. The giant crashes against the wall, or breaks a bottle of distilled liquor that was lined up in a broken shelf. He even smashed through the heavy doors of the entrance and flew out.
"... Huh?
Fat bastards didn't seem to follow through with what just happened in front of them.
I opened my mouth while fixing it because I had so much magic control and my forehead was messed up.
"There are five slave traders that have been crushed so far, large and small"
I spread my fingers and stuck them out to the fat bastard.
"All of that was in the reception room with no genius magic. I wonder why you think it's just special to your place, huh?
"No, no, what...?
"I can use magic when I'm out of talent. Guys, I rely too much on genius...... good night"
I squeezed my hand when I approached the fat bastard. [M] I didn't want to touch my greasy face, but I had no choice but to touch it because I couldn't activate it without touching it.
The fat bastard fell asleep to fall by the [dark magic] I unleashed.
"Done?
It's over.
"Then you call the guards!
"Yes, sir."
I put my hand out of the open window and pointed my palm toward heaven. The flaming bird that appears there flies over the sacred capital of the evening. In a few minutes, we'll be at the guard's quarters, and as always, the guard captain will be breaking into this mall.
I woke up. What a defense the fat bastard would have? Instead, do the victim-zla —— the same reaction as previous slave traders —— and you might say you were attacked by a girl and a boy.
But that's where he first found out. who the girl is.
"Let's go, Miss Eva. Your father is waiting for His Excellency the Count."
I left the mall with my daughter, Countess Sullies. [M]
She was wandering this way in the shadow of the building, a small nod to the beast man in the hood, Jelly, and she flickers her hands and disappears to dissolve in the darkness.
(If you say so)
Why —— I guess this is what I'm supposed to do.
Oh, yeah, yeah.
Just a year ago, I saved the Count's life.