Halfling, even in adulthood, looks like a human child. Hands and feet are short and about a meter tall. The tip of my ear is pointy and my mouth is huge.
Basically a warm species, living in a lovely settlement in the woods, but beware of those who live in a human city. They're weirdos in the half-rings. Because his temperament is intense as if his personality as a race has been inverted, and he is often a scum of poor nature.
"I told you to wait for me all the time, but you're all gonna have to swing by the bars! You're blind to the gendarmerie! Ahhh!?
Osama, the halfling, makes a scene with a tall voice. Because of the slight mustache and wrinkles, I can tell that it is the age of the middle-aged, but the appearance of eclampsia is entirely that of the child. The doublet with the collar on it doesn't look like the wind it is wearing at all, and it has a strong feeling that it is worn.
But to such a funny Osama, the Oriental, known as Kouga, was visibly atrophied. As if, a dwarf about to be eaten by a giant.
"Mr. Miguel... this is... the..."
"No excuses! I think I'm ready to break your word!
"Oh, that's all! Come on, come on!
"No! - Rings, restrain them!
Osama, the halfling, points his right fist at Kouga. Black lightning engulfed Kouga's body the moment the silver ring embedded in its middle finger glowed demonically.
"Ghahhhhhhhh!!!
Screaming with my throat just ripped open. Burned by a powerful electric shock, Kouga fell seven times into the pain. But electric shocks don't fit easily and continue to irritate Kouga relentlessly, as snakes strangle their prey. When it finally stopped, Kouga was crawling to the ground as a bug breath.
Seeing that tragic sight, I understood that one evil hobby item was responsible.
"A pledge of servitude..."
Most items made of demons (beasts) are just wonderful things that develop civilization and enrich people's lives. But as good and evil live in the hearts of men, some of them are dark items invented for brutal purposes.
The epitome is a pledge of servitude.
A servant's pledge is an item that works by having a special piece of leather paper and a ring aligned, and whoever wrote his name on the leather paper with his own blood will never be able to defy the owner of the ring.
To be precise, when the owner of the ring says' restrain ', the magic of the signatory runs wild and contains the power to forcibly generate electric shocks from within him.
Of course, it is strictly forbidden by law to use such dangerous and malicious items against others. In some cases, however, exceptions are allowed.
That 's--
"Slavery! It's against the eagle, so don't look me in the eye!
Osama, the halfling, spit toward Kouga, who was unable to get up.
The only exception to which a pledge of servitude is allowed is that the relationship between the two is between the slave and the master. This means that Kouga is a slave and Osama the halfling will be his master.
"Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuu... by the way, who are you?
Osama, the halfling who roughed his breath with excitement, looks back at me.
"He seemed to rub it with our kouga, but what does a beautiful sister like you do here?
This guy too......
Indeed, you can be mistaken for a woman. But that's not why I'm used to it, and I'm usually angry.
"Around there, I'd like to hear more. What, you can't make it worse. I was a Gentleman. I just don't want you to hesitate. Heh heh."
Osama the halfling walks over with an inadvertently uncomfortable grin about whether the knife is out of sight because he has it backwards. I kicked that face out of my head.
"Bubba!?
Osama, a halfling slammed against the wall with a flashy sprinkle of nosebleeds, was smothered by the face and back pain he hit hard, but when it healed, he turned his hateful eyes to me.
"Here, here, here, you fucking asshole! What are you talking about? Broiled my crotch with fire and I'd never piss on my body again!!
I laugh with my nose at the serious rumblings in Gentleman.
Cheerful and more importantly. You could have smashed your head like a pomegranate with an earlier kick, but this inferior bastard has something to ask.
"Be careful what you say. Otherwise..."
I pull out Silver and point that muzzle at Osama in the half-ring.
"It's going to shatter."
"Demon Gun (Silver Flame)!?"
Osama, a halfling pointed at Silver, turns pale in the face while he sees it.
"Why would a woman like you have a demon gun (Silver Flame)..."
"Shut up. I'm not allowing you freedom of speech. You just have to answer my questions like an idiot. If you don't want to be killed. Got it?
"Wow, wow, I get it!
To Osama the halfling who snorts desperately, I keep saying.
"You sound unfamiliar. Where'd you come from?
"No, all the way south, from Soldiran Chihu City!
It's a city along the southernmost border of the empire. Is it because of that?
"Trading, not windy, but what have you come to Empire?
"Well, that's..."
"Answer me."
When I pushed Silver's muzzle against her forehead, Osama the halfling screamed and stiffened her body like a stone.
Using Truth Breaking (Confess) is quick, but I wouldn't dare. If you don't give this bastard a good taste of fear, I'm sorry.
"Yes, I'll tell you! As a matter of fact, I became a part of the city!
"Why?"
"I was entrusted with the underground arena by the Dalambal group (family), but I may have found out that I embezzled my parent's payment, so..."
The Darambelle group (family) is a different series of gangs (yakuza) from the Luciano group (family). Its strength is never weak, but its size and character as an organization is overwhelmingly higher in the Luciano group (family).
"You deserve it. Did you come to Imperial Capital because you are part of the Luciano family? You can't even come in here with the Darambelle family."
"Heh... you're right..."
"I was entrusted with the underground arena, you said. So the Orientals there are swordsmen?
"Yes...... I'm more or less a professional fighter these days, but this is the only slave I bought from anywhere else, and I brought him here when I ran away..."
"I see. Now you're going to let me fight in the underground arena of Teito and exploit that fight money? That's the last lifeline you'll have left."
I've only seen the underground arena in Teito once, but Kouga's level would soon make me a top fighter. Fight money coming in should be a lot of money, too.
"And it's an arithmetic to be an associate of the underground arena again, isn't it?
"Yeah, yeah, well.... Oh, hey, is Mr. Tsubaki related to you? Then why don't you take this opportunity to get along with me?
Osama in the half-ring laughs with a frightening but loving smile, rubbing his hands together. He's got a gun to his forehead, but he's a pain in the ass.
"I'm sorry to hear that. I'm not an associate of the underground arena. He's just a seeker. And I'm late to correct it, but I'm a man."
"What, Explorer!? And... a man!?
Osama in the half-ring is surprised with his eyes round. I was more responsive to the fact that he was a man than to the part that he was a seeker (Explorer), but okay.
Well, what do we do?
I found that there was no one to blame for killing Osama in this half-ring. Although he is a member of the Dalambal group (family), he is now being pursued. Killing and being appreciated will never be considered an adversary.
And if Osama the Halfling is gone, he won't show up where I got ownership of Kouga and try to take it back.
Not a bad plan. It's only good for me.
But...
"Lose it within ten seconds. Or I'll kill you. One, two, three -"
"Hih, no!
As he began the countdown without waiting for a reply, Osama of Halfling rushed to Kouga and kicked his head.
"How long will you be asleep! Run away!
Kicked by a halfling Osama, Kouga stands up, seemingly painful, and chases after her husband, who flees at first sight.
Fear and sorrow dwelt in Kouga's eyes, who looked back at this one for a moment.
He's a fool. A man like you wouldn't give it to me while I was holding him, and it would be possible to kill my husband and set him free. Either way, its mind seems to be perfectly weak and fruitful, how terrible it has been, or how horrible it is to live alone.
Indeed, Kouga is strong. The more you look at your strengths, the more you want to make a big one, but be one of them. But what I want from my people is a raging wolf, not a skinny dog.
There is nothing for those whose hearts are weak.
"I'm disappointed in you..."
My whining words disappeared into the darkness of the Glades (slums).
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"Yay! Noel, come here, come here!
When I arrived at the full cat pavilion, an unexpected person smiled and waved at me.
"Reesha, why are you..."
One of the members of the Ultraviolet Wolves (Lightning Bites), Reesha the Bowman, was dining at the same table as Alma.
Surprised, I'll take my seat. There were already a number of dishes lined up at the table, half of which were empty.
"Noel, it's too late. If it wasn't for Risha, I'd be eating alone."
Alma resented me. I'm turning my eyes. Looks like Risha and I ran into each other and put our seats together.
"So I'm sorry."
"Mr. Noel, it's your turn!
Risha smiles from the side and says something thick.
"Don't want to suddenly. You don't have the courtesy."
"Eh, why!? Fine, asshole!
"You're another party. If you want me to be extravagant, ask Wolfe."
"Wolf can't afford it because he's always short of money. Rather, it's the side we always afford."
He can't even manage his money to the habit of a leader... Aren't you ashamed of wanting to put money on your members? Around being recognized as a leader, he doesn't seem to be undermining trust like Lloyd, but he's a doozy one nonetheless.
"You made money crusading Goldo, didn't you? Alma told me. If you can afford the money, you can have it!
When he saw Alma in a non-listening statement, he whistled with an unfamiliar face.
"You really have a light mouth..."
I'm sorry I didn't shut you up, but this shitty bitch's talking abnormally too. I can't tell this guy any important secrets in the future. Looks like you should hide the Hugo thing until just before.
"Hey, did Alma tell you that I'm going to be extravagant?
"Yes, I am."
Risha nods and clings Alma's cheek.
"We ran into each other on the main street, so if we were talking, we'd have dinner together. So, Alma said that Noel would be happy to come later. Hey?"
"Oh, I see."
Alma, if he gets ripped off the truth, is out of his sight at first sight. I did say I would luxury, but I did not say I would luxury others. Daimyo, you must have slipped your mouth because you wanted to look good.
Nevertheless, Alma also has something called Fujiko. She's a lying pussy like this. So I'm gonna break this place and I'm gonna put up an Alma.
"I got the story. Leisha, I'll give you your share."
"Oh, really!?
"Oh, you can eat and drink full. The luxury amount shall be deducted from Alma's next appropriation. Without exactly one Phil's madness."
"Wow! Alma, here you are!
"What!?
Alma panics about my decision, but it's too late.
"Sorry - please drink the most expensive!
"In a bottle, please. Plus, an extra full course of super-frozen beef."
"Bottle me please ~ su! I'd also like a full course of super-frozen beef!
"Hey! You're lying!?
To my order with the unforgiving Leisha, the tear-eyed Alma. Sounds pathetic, but I deserve it. And sometimes I want to eat and drink with someone else's money.