Tilea’s Worries

I arrived at the Slave City under the direction of Hethalle (Bicef). There were wealthy merchants and feathery adventurers to see. Whorehouse Street was amazing, but so was the enthusiasm here.

I guess they're all here to find slaves. My eyes are running glitchy and blood.

This is what I was hearing rumors about Slave City......

I don't care to think there's Tim here.

"So, Mr. Bicef, where do I go?

"Tilea, it's this way"

Bisseph points to a single building. It was a luxurious building in one of the sloppy shops.

"There's Tim here?

"Yeah, I don't know if it's Tim, but the rumored pretty girl looks like she's in this store."

Drink gokuri and spit. A slave house familiar with comics and novels is in front of you. Big men like slaves and ghosts with munchies tied to chains must be waiting for them. I usually step on two feet to get inside. But Tim could be here. I will never walk through that door.

Look around you amid anxiety and tension.

But unlike my imagination, there was a clean, brilliant room. It feels like a lobby in a luxury hotel.

This is a slave house, right? Where the hell are the slaves?

When I was confused, a little fat old man in luxurious clothes showed up. By his side, he is holding back a formidable young slave armed with a great sword.

"Oh, dear Biseph, thank you for your time. You're back in King's Landing."

"Oh, it's been a long time, Sleg. Was that since you were escorting me ten years ago?

"Yes, I can't thank you enough for saving my life then."

"I can't thank you enough. It was my job."

"No, the hipsters I hired escaped unnecessarily after seeing the Great Wolf (Fenrill). But Biseph just fought to help me."

Looks like Bicef and this slaver know each other. He also plays the story. Bicef, not if you're talking to the public. Tim's cheap or not. Come on, start talking!

"Ah, that Mr. Bicef, it's time to talk -"

"Oh, how beautiful this is!

When I break into the two conversations, the slaver known as Sleg crawls his gaze to lick my figure from head to toe.

Damn, it's unpleasant. I look super cute and have good style. I know it stops in the eyes of a slave trader, but weigh yourself a little.

"Oh, she's..."

"Dear Biseph, what if I sell you that daughter? Bicef would have paid a little more."

"Don't. Tyrea's not like that. Don't insult my loved ones!

"Ko, I'm sorry about this. So you're your wife, then?

"As, well, I guess so"

That's what I can say and nibble my face.Hey, it's so hard to correct it now because it's an emergency, or you can hang out with that play. But if you're in too much shape, you'll punch an iron fist in that nigger's face.

Then I asked Hethalle (Bicef) about Sleg's qualities. Sleg is one of the men who divides the slave trade in the King's Capital. Hethalle (Biseph) says he seems to be a trustworthy man among the slave traders in the King's capital. It adds a little value, but it has a high quality product and high customer trust. He has several other whorehouses besides here, and Sleg says he's a well-known man in the Evil district.

Hmm, even if they say you can trust a guy who's a slave trader. Well, I guess what Hethalle (Bicef) is saying is that he's not cheating or stealing because he's a so-called big company, or doing anything to undermine the trust of his customers.

"So, Mr. Sleg, we're here to see slaves..."

"Oh, did I? It's not uncommon for couples to come and buy slaves. Come here."

That's what Sleg leads you to the back room. There were the girls who were chained and frightened and leaning against each other.

Come on, my God...

I'm not like the sisters who invite me on Whorehouse Street. They're just kids. Moreover, I am frightened by this situation. You put a child who's not so different from Tim on the subject of sex?

It's not funny. It was so unpleasant. I wanted to punch Sleg around, but I can't behave in a detour to help Tim. endure much longer.

My anger. Sleg started a sales talk.

"Then let me explain to Mr. and Mrs. Bicef. Slaves have male or female slaves, which would you prefer? If you don't mind, please let us know what you want."

"Can you show me a female slave? That's a pretty girl, too. If I may add, I'd like a pretty girl who's been rumored lately."

"Oh, this is... Cohon. So what about this girl?

It was the girl who was frightened earlier when she said so and was brought. Her eyes and nose are neat and beautiful. And elegant.

"This daughter is the daughter of a fallen aristocrat in the Gaia region. It has been sold a month ago by parents in trouble for money. He's just a former nobleman, and he's way out of appearance and upbringing. How about three million gold?

"Mr. Sleg, I'm supposed to be some pretty girl who's been rumored lately. This kid is different because he has brown hair. Show me the pretty girl with the silver hair."

"This is...... but this girl is pretty good too. I understand. So how about two and a half million gold?

"Sleg, please show me the eyeball product I recently purchased. We came all the way here to see that girl."

"Huh, you're weak."

Sleg looks in trouble as he wipes his flowing sweat with a handkerchief.

"Sleg, please. Let me see if you think you owe me."

"I have no choice. I'll tell you because it's Master Biseph, but surely the rumored daughter was here. She is a beautiful girl with white hair and a beautiful appearance like a Greek sculpture. I was also interviewed to sell to a customer who was a customer, but I refused. Anyway, she's the main product of the auction."

"Hey, what's that, an auction? And it's not silver hair?

"Ma'am, with all due respect, I thought you were misremembered. The eyeball product is a beautiful girl with gray hair"

If Sleg's story is true, it's not Tim. But there's a chance he's lying to get us back.

"Are you sure you have gray hair?

"If you suspect, follow me, Mr. and Mrs. Biseph. We're in the middle of an auction right now, so let's check on that girl. If you are not a member, you will not be admitted to the venue, but we will grant you special permission."

And when Sleg led me into the venue, but I walked into the venue, a moderator-like person provided a product description. It could have been a slave when it seemed like a high pot or a painting.

Watching for a while,

"What a survivor of the Gulda tribe the next product is. Yes, there have been rumors recently in the Evil district about the appearance of a beautiful girl. Excellent appearance, magic, and good to use as an escort. You can have the bed together. I'm tired of breaking it. It is a dish with three beats all over it!

The venue boils down to the host's inferior talk.

The Gulda? What is that? Are you sure this isn't Tim?

And when the host made the call, the rumored beautiful girl appeared in the middle of the stage.

Tim, Tim, Tim,

I see the stage with the thought of a disconnect.

I was there......

Ugh, my heart bounced for a second. I thought it was silver hair. There was a beautiful girl with gray hair.

Good. It's not Tim.

Beautiful girl with white hair......

Yeah, that looks great indeed. The flowing gray hair doesn't even look silver by receiving the light of day. I mistook it for silver for a moment. I see there are rumors of a beautiful girl with white hair as well as silver hair.

The guests at the venue also had movement. I'm making a scene on purpose. You're so obsessed with her with gray hair.

And her appeal talk ends.

"Then we'll start the auction after a break of thirty minutes!

Moderator signaled a break. Thirty minutes from now, the girl's fate will be decided. It hurts my heart to think of her.

As it is, she......

Yeah, I just had to think about it. And, anyway, it wasn't Tim. Good, that's really good. I shoulder ho.

"Good for you, Tyrea"

"Yes, my heart's already pounding. I couldn't stop palpitating."

"Hehe, let's go home then"

"Right."

Silver-haired girl, you don't need to stay here any longer than you found out Tim's rumors were demure. Let's go home and cook.

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I just had an eye for a beautiful girl with gray hair. You're about Tim's age. So was the daughter of a fallen aristocrat, but it's too much to be a slave at that age.

I wonder what happens to those kids after this?

I hope the good guys buy it......

I look out for the guests at the auction venue who could be the owners of those kids. A total of just over a dozen men were sloppily aligned, turning their eyes of desire to the girl who was a commodity. Everyone is staring at me with a humble laugh. I don't seem to take care of those kids very much.

Goddamn it, one of these guys buys it!

So, but it's none of my business. Yes, if I had the strength, I might be able to save those kids from these demon hands. But things have limits. It is impossible to reach out to all.

Ugh, I just don't care if you understand that...

"Mr. Biseph, what happens to those kids?

"Oh, that's..."

"And can you be happy?

"That's hard. Because in these cases slaves are treated as things."

"Can't you manage to help me? You think I'll let you sneak away?"

"Tyrea, if you interfere like that, they'll be after you for the rest of your life. They take care of Fujiko. Anyone who does that will find it by splitting the grass roots."

Bicef looks super serious. It conveys the yawdness of things.

"If only they hadn't done what we did..."

"Tyrea, listen to me. The guys in the back are professionals on that road. That's right. I'm not going anywhere."

"Is it difficult after all"

"Oh, that's hard. That's why you throw away that idea."

"Ugh... but"

"Tyrea, the guys behind you are dangerous. Especially lately, the guys who are partitioning this Evil district suck. He ruled over the original districts without a light hand and with fear."

"Are there such horrible people?

"Yeah, I'm talking about a trusted informant, so I'm sure. Every week, they take turns coming to audits in every district, but they always say he's a bunch of crooks and famous villains."

"Well, I'm just sorry if they found out."

"Of course, if it seems harmful to Tilea, I'll do everything in my power to protect you. It's just that some Dark Emperors move them like limbs and hands."

This is worse than expected. If I do anything bad, I can sink into the ocean for sure.

"So what kind of a Dark Emperor are you?

"That's the birth scandal, I don't know the name or the origin. It's just a fact that everyone recognizes that he's a horrible guy, considering his track record so far. So you better avoid hostilities with them."

"Well, then what do we do?

"Right. We'll have to compete off at the auction. But that gray-haired girl is this eye-catching product. How much money will it take to compete down in a high rate auction that only VIPs will gather? Besides, we don't have time for the auction to resume."

"If it's money, I have it, too, if it's just a little bit, and I can borrow it."

"Tyrea, a high rate auction would cost millions of gold just to attend. It could cost dozens of times more to compete..."

"Oh, not so..."

"Besides, even if the funds were collected to compete for her off, the problem would follow."

"What's the problem?

"First, buy grudges from those who couldn't compete down. Besides, there are some bad guys who specialize in taking away products after competing off auctions, and Tilea can't just be targeted. My sister Tim could be targeted, too."

The unexpected face of Biseph. That's right. I think it's hypocrisy. I can't wait to act for a child with no edge or itch and if my dear family is targeted.

"Oh, I had eyes with that kid. She said," Help me! 'I feel like you said so. Oh, I can't believe Tim and his age are about to look terrible... "

"Tyrea is sweet."

"Ugh, I'm not nice. I feel sorry for her and I can't act on anything."

"There's no need for Tyrea to get sick. There's so much the world can't do about it. I just have to do the best I can."

Sure it is. Everything has its limits. But I still have the means to save her. I have it, but I don't have the courage. I don't want to get involved with the Dark Mafia guys.

When I'm troubled,

"Uh-huh. Next time the slaves will be damned."

One of the auction guests heard a nasty voice.

"Shit. You were still in King's Capital. That son of a bitch!

"Mr. Biseph, who are you?

"He's Bozen McCoy, he's a lender."

"Is it a gold loan?"

"Oh, you son of a bitch. How many good men cried for him. And the femininity is bad. Rumor has it that buying slaves is destroying them."

"Damn. Not this time either..."

"Oh, he'll buy it. That's all I have."

Oh, my God! You still had a bastard like that! That kid's sad face comes back to life.

But......

Oh, I'm sorry. As a sister, I can't put my sister in danger.

Ho, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry. Forgive me.

"Now how many days?"

"Dear Bozen, didn't you just break it by doing too much before this?"

Tools are broken.

"So is that. If Master Bozen is going to destroy you, he's going to want the tools."

"Naturally. The lifespan of the tools is not determined by heaven. I'll decide."

Pump, something in me cut.

I can't. My bowels are going to boil back just because I think a rotten man like this is going to buy her.

Tim, I'm sorry. May put you in danger.

But, sister, I'm very unlikely to be able to put up with this and live just fine. There's something I can't give away, too, being careful and timid.

Save that kid. I think I was deciding that when I had eyes on that kid. 'Cause that kid and Tim looked overlapping. Then I can't turn away anymore. I won't admit to dying that a kid like Tim will be a slave. I'll definitely try to save that kid.

"Mr. Bicef, I knew I'd save that kid. I don't think I can pretend not to look at it like this."

"Tilea, I can't stand him either. But you need a lot of money to fight him."

"It's okay. Money has its share."

If he's a rich man, I know a rich man who can be super.

Ol, it's your turn. I'll leave this auction to you. Punish Bozen exactly.