Tsuihou Sareta Bannou Mahou Kenshi wa, Koujou Denka no Shishou Tonaru

Alte recovered.

You can't use magic anymore.

I just got the light back in my eyes and my hands and feet started to move.

I was able to live as a normal girl. From the former alte of the supremacists, it should not change to a desperate situation.

Still, the person seemed happy.

The concern is that Flora didn't wake up even after Philia's great magic healing.

Flora is more seriously injured than Alte and has never regained consciousness.

Still, in Sofia's view, there was at least no immediate danger to life.

Arte and I were facing each other in the Mansion's dining room.

Alte wanted to talk to me alone, so I chose this place.

Honestly, it's awkward.

Alte looked like a white dress. When I was a wise man, I was wearing a black robe, but now it's a costume that makes me feel old and feminine.

"Go ahead."

I poured tea into the teacup and served it.

Alte nodded and took it.

"... thank you."

And Alte took a sip and smiled "delicious."

The smile was natural and made me feel even young.

I'm relieved.

"It looks like it's in my mouth. This is made with fine domestic tea leaves from King Sinra."

"It's really delicious, but can I serve such a good tea to a slave?

"No, well. As I said before, I don't think Alte is a slave."

Alte and Flora's twin sisters were enslaved to help them.

If I hadn't bought them as slaves, I would have been able to compete in the slave market like a spectacle, or a bastard toy like Garellus.

However, Alte shook his neck sideways.

"But it doesn't change that I'm a slave to Senpai Solon. And you paid an incredible amount of money to buy me, didn't you?

"Just a little bit of money."

"Don't lie."

I shrugged my shoulders. Of course, it was a small expense given the total amount of my property.

Alte stared at me and repeated his words.

"Treat me as a slave, senpai. Because that's the way it is. I can't do anything right now, but if you can help me as much as you can, even though I'm a slave, I'll be in trouble if I treat you like a customer."

"But...."

"... I know I can't repay you. I'm not the Marquis' daughter anymore, and I'm not a genius or a wise woman. I don't have anything anymore, so at least give me a position as your slave."

"Nothing. Nothing."

"No, nothing... I'm empty. Magic and everything. But I want to be with the Virgin... and I want to know more about Senpai Solon."

Huh?

I stared seriously at Alte, and Alte blushed her cheeks.

"That's not what I meant. I just thought I might be able to find something, like an exiled senpai."

Alte, a powerful supremacist, lost sight of his goal.

You're no longer a wise man, you lose your magic, and you can't use any magic.

Then there's no other way to find a new goal.

Until Alte could find it, I was trying to keep Alte safe in the Mansion.

That's what I promised Flora. The concern is that Cleon and the Spearman Len may be coming to retrieve Alte's identity.

Will I be able to protect Alte without endangering everyone in the Mansion?

On the other hand, the question before us was whether to treat Alte as a slave.

Of course, even if Alte asked me to, I'm not going to enslave Alte. I was originally from the North of the Empire without slavery.

However, on the other hand, it seemed dangerous to leave Alte alone in the Mansion.

Although his body has recovered, Alte is mentally unstable because of the assault he suffered in Necropolis.

People calm down when they have something to do.

I thought about it.

"Then I'll ask Alte to help me with the housework at this mansion. Slavery is a little different."

"Housework?

"Exactly. Clarice seems to be having a little trouble alone these days. I need your help. It feels like a maid apprentice."

The life of this mansion revolves between me and Clarisse.

It was originally a life of four people, including Philia and Sofia, but now it's different.

At a time when the number of inhabitants has increased, the situation is difficult.

That's why Arte is going to make it.

By doing so, Alte will be distracted.

Given that he was a Marquis Marquis, it is unlikely that Alte would imitate a maid by nature.

But Alte, who became a slave, nodded to the proposal.

"I see. That maid...."

His name is Clarisse.

"You mean you work for Clarice."

As soon as it was settled, I decided to go and talk to Clarisse.

As Alte and I were walking out of the room and down the hall, Clarisse just jumped out like she was busy.

"Claris, are you okay now?

"Yes! As for Solon's errands, even in the fire, in the water, 24 hours 365 days is fine!

Clarice stared at me with her sparkling eyes.

I covered my head in the dark and explained the situation.

For a moment I thought Clarisse would hate it, but it wasn't like that, and I smiled.

"I see. Master Arte... no, I'll make Arte my own maid!

"Oh, please...."

Alte lay down her eyes in shame.

Clarisse laughed and put her mouth closer to Alte's ear.

"Now, let me show you how to serve Solon!