Struggling Hard As The Lord Of A Castle In A Different World

The Royal Bunnies, who dropped marsh mud in the waters of the galaxy, were sequentially treated for paralysis and body wounds by Sophie's recovery.

"Thanks, we would all have died without you"

Cleaned and beautiful, Karin reaches out to me as she sits down.

I took that hand.

"No, if you want to thank me, tell Mr. Sakya. If she hadn't asked for help, we wouldn't even have noticed."

"No, I don't think there's a king who can come and help slaves, even if he realizes it."

She grins with a grin, but my gaze really goes to her feet.

There is not one person in the rescued Royal Bunny who can stand satisfied and is in a state where they can all sit back or manage to move with someone's hand.

It's also my hand to treat you with a full lisa collection, but if I already use the full lisa collection for Sakuya and want to give it full lisa collection to all two dozen people, I have to get a soul to the point where it's distracting, and if they ask me if I can collect souls for it indiscriminately, I doubt it.

Dee is calling me in front of a metal dragon when I'm thinking about something unusual and difficult.

"Come here, king. I want to show you something."

I stand in front of the metal dragon carcass.

"Take this."

That's what they showed me was the muscle at the base of the metal dragon feather.

There's G-13 flowing current from thin electrodes, taking some data.

"What's wrong with this?

"Erica, I just talked to G-13, and I found that this metal dragon muscle fiber is free to stretch and pass through human electrical signals."

"I mean, what do you mean?

"The human brain sends orders with electrical signals to the muscles. Muscle tissue can be moved by the body in response to its electrical signals. The results of the G-13 experiment show that the metal dragon's muscle fibers are very close to those of humans and can be substituted."

"Hmm... that"

"Yes, transplanting this metal dragon muscle fiber onto their lost legs could connect the severed Achilles tendon. On the contrary, it is likely that you will be able to show tougher leg strength."

"What's that, a boat over there? Can you do a transplant or something?

"With Erica and G-13, it's possible."

"Wow, they can't do anything."

"Gallia already doesn't understand a little bit about using artificial muscles to combat difficulty, but they have the technology to replace lost muscles with something else."

"Gallia, that's amazing."

It was just a silly feeling.

"Except, my king. They are slaves if you allow me to complain from you. We have no reason to give that slave a major surgery so far. When you get here, you're in the realm of helping people."

"You're talking about bald tel slaves desperately curing you. I have an idea about that."

"O king, perhaps you wish you could easily bring them in, but there are conditions for bringing slaves into the chariot -"

While talking to Dee, a bald tel captured by Amazones was brought in with his arm grabbed in the back of his hand.

"I knew you were close."

"I caught you picking up a fly egg."

"Get off me, you rude bastards!

"Shut up, you bastard."

I grab a bald tel's chest.

"Because there are people like you who trample on their lives and prioritize their purpose."

"No, don't. I still have a noble chapter! It's not you who kill me and get pickpocketed!

"Soak up what. in the minutes of criminals."

I carry the old man's body to the Decay Swamp with my chest grabbed.

"Stop it, stop it! If we don't get back from this island, we'll find out soon enough."

"It's an accident. Former court cook, went to pick up the ingredients, slipped his legs and fell into the swamp"

When Dee explains that he only saw the situation on my behalf, Balgetel blues his face.

"Stop... stop, if the eagles die, the rabbits will die!

"………………"

The flat collar attached to the Sakyas is such that if the bald tel dies, the poison needle will pierce it.

When I pulled the bald tel body out of the swamp, I threw it as it was.

"Hey bald grandpa, you can take any part of our crusaded metal dragon you like. Instead, remove all the collars of the Royal Bunnies and renounce their right to slavery."

"What..."

"Originally you wanted metal dragon meat. But I can't get it, so I compromised on this fly. Losing everything Royal Bunny prioritized flies. Then if you can get the metal dragon meat, which is what it's all about, it's not going to be a problem."

"If they can't move, they're only first-class. Put these guys up for sale in Black Earth Street and buy new slaves -"

I stabbed black iron directly next to the bald tells.

A drop of blood runs down his cheek.

"Hey bald, don't get on with it. This isn't a deal, it's a demand. I don't have a choice but to drink to you."

Saying with his gaze that if he didn't drink, he would just take the slave contract and then sink it into the swamp, the bald tells grew grown up.

"Ugh... what are you thinking"

"I want a culinary battle with you."

"I don't want to cook with you..."

"Oh yeah. You took pride as a warrior from them. So I take away your pride as a cook."

"... well, I thought wanting those walkless rabbits was about a perverted nobleman, you drunken man"

Saying so, Hagetel threw a dozen slave covenants at me.

I'll retrieve the contract immediately.

Mutual demands are fulfilled, and bald tels move on to collecting meat from metal dragons.

"Grandpa, don't take the feather muscle."

"I don't need such hard meat."

Lizard grins when he puts metal dragon meat in the hemp bag and ties his mouth with a string.

"Culinary battles and other stupid things. With this ingredient, there's nothing for me to lose."

"That's fine. Then we'll have a culinary battle at the Marquis of Gourmet soon. I'm telling you, I'm not challenging you without a chance."

"Ho..."

"By the way, unlike you, our food is sold as family."

"Hmm, an amateur. If you lose, I'll retire you from the culinary world with dignity."

"That's exciting."

The bald tells, unknowingly, put on a throwaway dialogue and leave the swamps behind.

"Kings, may I? Serve even the meat of the metal dragon. If the Marquis of Gourmet doesn't notice the detoxification, we lose, even if he says we have mushrooms that are trumpets."

"Oh, I know. But I don't think he can screw over with force. We have to beat him on his mound."

After Haguettel leaves, I turn to the Royal Bunnies and tell them that their feet may regenerate.

In response to that story, the bunnies agreed not to disagree as one person, but to be treated by Erica.

"If our feet were to heal, I'd do anything."

"That's fine, we have a doctor who's the newest medical proponent"

When I encouraged Erica, she already wore a bloody apron and mask and had a drill in both hands.

Next to it is a line of G-13 with bloody drills and scarecrows as well.

"She's a dark doctor called Whitejack, the famous doctor."

"Best wishes. This is my assistant, G-13."

[Diejob Death, All Temakase Tekdasai. Die Job]

When Erica and G-13 thank you, the drill they hold turns with Cueen.

The eyes of the Royal Bunnies are so anxious.

"As soon as I do the treatment, I promise to bring you all back to the complete modifier - the complete body."

"He just remodeled human said, sir."

"Maybe they'll merge you with a fly when you get out of the operating table."

"Zaffraña"

"Or is he a white dark doctor?"

Yale is being sent to the doctor by Hiccup and my chariot.

"When you wake up, your grip will be in the golem class, and the kick will be in the orgasm class crushing the rock bed with one blow, making you superhuman enough to go beyond the stratosphere in a single jump. The machine calls this the Iron Woman Project."

"Doctor, it's time for the treatment."

"Okay."

The Royal Bunnies were so anxious that they were restrained to a minimalist table that they had overnight foot surgery near the camp.

Even the drill and laser sounds were constant that night, not something that could have been very much slept with.

Next day

That's the amazing Dr. Whitejack.

After more than twenty treatments in just one night, the Royal Bunnies have already recovered by the time they can walk.

Only Sakya and Karin had unusual resilience and had already been able to use the jump.

"Well, my body seems to be able to move safely, and we need to talk."

When I gathered the Royal Bunny on the beach, everyone said thank you first.

"Thank you. You've taken back our lives, our lives as warriors, our two lives."

"Well, thank you, Dr. Whitejack, and tell Dee I authorized the surgery."

"I don't think so, I think we would have died in deep despair without you. Thank you so much."

"Thanks"

"Thank you"

"You can thank me."

"Yes... thanks"

Thank you very much. I cheek. These things are unfamiliar no matter how many times they happen.

"So what, I got your rights as slaves from the bald tells"

I'll show you the contract of slavery that Haguettel gave me in peace.

And tore it all apart on the spot.

At the same time, their collars come off with a slight sound.

Now you're free.

The wind blows and the broken contract flies across the ocean.

The bunnies look at the collar that was restraining them as they rubbed around where the collar was.

And looking back here, I bowed my head deeply.

"I don't know why I should repay you if I ask you to come this far."

"Life... only..."

"Yeah, that's really all I can think of"

I joke about risking my life or something, but now they seem to really think that's all they have, and their eyes are sincere.

"So what, well... what"

The bunnies smile a little as I bore the words.

I said I already know what I'm going to say, and I said I've decided the answer to that.

"I'll give you this"

I betrayed their expectations and handed them a cloth bag with gold coins and tickets to a regular ship on and off this island.

"What? This..."

"Less, but money and a ticket for a ship back to Iron Chef territory from this island"

You don't know what this one means, there's a question mark on all bunnies' heads.

Apparently, what I imagined is different from what I'm saying.

"You've been freed. Enjoy your second life."

…… To the chariot... don't let him in. "

"Well, come visit me when you come near my territory again"

"Hey, wait a minute. Sisters, I thought I'd be invited to your chariot, but does that mean you're not accepting the injured?

"Anya, we basically don't refuse to come. I wanted to solicit you if I could do the same. But yesterday Dee told me for the first time that the former slave class, even if the original lord renounced his right to employment, wouldn't be able to join a soldier employed by the military, that is, a nobleman, or a chariot of kings in a territorial war for a few years."

When I asked him in detail what the hell this legal thing was made of, he kept so much more revenge murder to kill the kings by making it look like a slaverisen man would be a soldier of chariots and nobles.

Ex-slaves were still quickly identified by a black vertical striped burn mark called a slave mark, and it seemed like a lot of people could get out of slavery but their lives didn't work out.

Accepting such ex-slaves were wars and aristocratic soldiers fighting dangerous monsters, who were treated as shields of war and nobility with cheap money.

But the ex-slaves also stripped the powerful of their teeth, thinking that they would die for free. Seems like a lot of people fulfill the resentment they had when they were slaves since their collars were taken, and in a sense rebellion from slaves who kept abusing them is a natural story.

Yes, this law was not a gentle law that would keep slaverisers from being driven out into dangerous wars, it was a law to prevent revenge (revenge) from slavery.

"Well then... we are"

"You are no longer slaves. You cannot enter us. I'm just not that pessimistic. With as much skill as you can do, I can do it anywhere."

"Well then... nothing... I can't repay..."

All the Royal Bunnies nod at Sakya's opinion.

"Well, don't worry. It would be a lie if you asked me if I didn't have a lower heart. You saved my life, so I didn't even have a deal with you to work for us."

Unfortunately, that's all with them.

"Wait..."

Sakuya tries to hold me back, but I don't mind going back to camp.

It's time for breakfast.

"I'm sorry you're injured, but you're out of slavery with bald tells and you don't have the right to stay on this island. So a regular ship will be here this evening... so we will be returning to Iron Chef territory. I'll have plenty of rice for you in the morning, noon and night. And then..."

Goodbye.