The Marquis’ Eldest Son’s Lascivious Story

The visit of the slave trader was only ten days after I sent out my letter.

Though the Viscount Galliana territory is just off the Marquis of Qualdenze territory, it is quite early.

As a matter of course, I will not be walking technologically to the slave trade hall in the city of the other realm, where I plan to be the next Lord of the Marquis.

Merchants call basically.

I was waiting for the visit of a slave trader in a separate residence, not a castle today.

The home of the Qualdenze family, this city Newnelly is a fortified city surrounded by triple walls.

Assuming you can see it from above, it must look like a triple circle of snoring ovals, like a cedar tree yearling.

The outermost circle is the wall that distinguishes the outside from the urban area, which is primarily intended to prevent the entry of warcraft and large wildlife. It looks like it cheapened the Great Wall of Miles.

One of those inner circles is a wall that distinguishes between fields and other castle towns, designed to prevent the invasion of barbarians, thieves, and armies of other territories. Black special stones pile up high and are very compressive.

The last circle is a wall that distinguishes the castle town from the residence space of the Lords' clan. The castle, Newnelly Castle, which is also my home, exists at the very heart of the circle.

Exactly, the slave traders can't let the slaves of the merchandise in the castle anyway, so they even came to a separate mansion in the castle town.

"It is a great honor to call on our Gundran Chamber of Commerce. My name is Doran, the owner of the store."

I replied with nobility and majesty to Doran, a slave trader who bowed his head respectfully.

It's the Marquis' man who can't be picked up by a civilian merchant.

The greeting is followed by a light exchange in which you are in a good mood.

"It shouldn't be that many days yet, but are you ready for the product already"

"From the Viscount of Galliana, I stand firm. We have the best products available for our Chamber of Commerce"

Tesh allowed the slave to enter the house to the drain, who bows his head as low as he thinks it is a dungeon.

A line of slaves enters the room, leading a man who seems to be an employee.

A man turns to me silently and bows his head big.

In the meantime, a man at the end of the line lined up the slaves in a row.

"Ho."

There are twelve slave women lined up. Everyone wears beautiful white clothes in the form of robes.

Age starts at ten, up there probably about twenty. All we had in common was beautiful daughters. I also have a few daughters with big tits that even from the top of my robe can tell how big my breasts are.

The level of this slave trade hall seemed to pass on numbingly.

"If you don't mind, I'd like to say hello from the edge"

Dolan seemed a little more comfortable watching me.

You must think the grasp is perfect. It was actually perfect.

I allowed the slaves to say hello.

"Then in order from the left"

When Doran moved his gaze at the employee-like man, the employee-like man pushed his back to let him stand slave and step forward.

From a slave lined up in a side-by-side row to a shape that only one person stepped forward.

"This daughter will be fourteen this year. You will come from rural Katina region."

The girl lowered her head and smiled at me.

The grin looks very natural. If it was planted, it would be a great education.

"Five bodies satisfied, no fingers or teeth missing. Words have a slight accent in the Katina region. I have it on my biological daughter who has no male experience. There's no disease infection."

Then Tesh opened his mouth.

"Has it been tested? Is it something you can trust?

"Ha. This will be the test result"

A bunch of paper was passed from Doran to Tesh.

It's a very well prepared thing.

Tesh returned the paper to Drun when he called an appraiser for the seal to make sure it was real.

There seemed to be no problem.

"Tell me something."

I spoke to my daughter from the Katina region.

I didn't like the fact that my face was cute but my voice was wild or anything.

"Yes. Please buy me. Your husband."

Whether it was a settled phrase or not, the daughter replied.

And his voice was adorable. Good.

"This daughter's mother was in pretty good shape. And you can hope for the future."

As I echo Doran's words, my daughter shifts her robe a little and leans forward.

From the gap in his robe, he looked slightly puffy as a daughter of his age.

I stare at you unexpectedly.

"Oh well."

I knew very well myself that my voice was up. I am a virgin rounded out. I'm actually a virgin, so there's no excuse.

Well, my appearance now is a 12-year-old boy. I want you to think of it as a beginnings and a good one, as far as it goes on my daughter's chest about her age.

Thereafter, the introduction of the slave daughter continues.

Again, they all seem to have their own products to be proud of, and all their daughters have good looks as well as not bad physical development.

It seemed well educated, the greeting was well done, and I didn't feel much of the grief that was common in slaves.

But only the last one seemed different.

"I'm the last one, and I'm sorry. This person is not well educated because he just arrived the other day."

I bow my head in a tone that Dolan seems sincerely sorry for.

Slaves who remain seated at the far right end of the line are invisible as they lean over with hoods like hoodies on their heads in addition to robes.

'I may be offended because I'm not well educated. But I thought I'd regret not showing it to you because you were super beautiful. If you can put up with something a little uncomfortable, take the hood and show me your face, but what do you do?' What a distortion the words of contents such as' are suggested by Doran.

"I don't mind. When you're done without looking at them all, you're gonna be worried forever."

Waving once, I instructed him to take off his hood.

"Yes, sir."

Doran is around behind a slave at the right end, telling him to take off his hood in a whisper.

But the slave shook his body to the side and showed willingness to reject. I can't read the air. I'm a slave. It really seems like it has just arrived.

When Doran ripped off the hood in the form of a half-force, a tiny ear popped out.

Dark-colored blonde hair resembling honey and green eyes shining like emeralds. And long ears stretched out on the side and white skin that softened, mostly.

She was an elf woman.

"Elves."

"Yes, it's an achievement from this year's Great Northern Expedition"

The Royal Army regularly undertakes expeditions to crusade the interracial peoples that make the northern part of the country its territory.

He happened to discover an elf village during an expedition this year, and he was talking about the Gundran Chamber of Commerce purchasing him for raiding there and abducting him as a slave.

"I've never seen an elf before. Rumor has it, a lot of things look beautiful."

Or more than a rumor.

Though unlike other slaves, there is no smile, the shady, tidy face that makes you gush with pity feels painfully beautiful.

And speaking of elves, I had the image of lactating milk, but my daughter in front of me seemed to have a highly self-assertive breast so much that she could tell from above the robe.

"By the way, how old is this? In the case of elves, you'd look young, but you'd be older than my father or grandfather, wouldn't you?

Well, if you look young and beautiful, you'd be a hundred, but you'd be a thousand, but I don't care.

I'm about high school, so I don't think I'm that old.

"I'll be twelve this year. Just like the slaves we've been talking about, she's a natural daughter with no finger or tooth defects."

What a same age.

Those blushing breasts are great at twelve. How big will it grow from now on?

He was going to be drained to his thoughts by the blood gathering in his lower body.

"I see. You mean as old as you look. Hey, talk about something."

Like I did to other slaves, I decided to check my elf daughter's voice color.

But my daughter just grated and didn't respond to anything.

I controlled Doran's move to change his blood phase and blame his daughter by turning his palm.

Keep quiet and wait awhile, my daughter snapped just one word with a crying face.

"... I hate it! Don't buy it......!

It seemed like I was the only one who was struck by a beautiful voice like rolling a bell, and Tesh, of course, Doran, and the employee man behind him, were solidified by that statement.

It seemed to be a disgraceful and disrespectful thing to say to Marquis' boy.

In the meantime, I told him I was going to talk to Drun about the purchase and let the slaves down from the room.