Chapter 5

I arranged for a carriage to Libria.

The expression on Mirabel’s face as she got into the carriage looked somewhat vague. Although she couldn’t use magic yet, she must have a faint awareness that she is a witch.

‘It’s the cause of all misfortune as well.’

But I have no other choice. I need to make Mirabel into a witch to free her at the highest level.

In fact, the liberation of a slave can happen at any time as long as the minimum conditions are met. For Mirabel, the minimum condition for liberation is to remove the debuff called “Distrust of Humans.”

The clerics who extended a favor killed her mother. The only remaining blood relative betrayed her and sold her into slavery.

If I can solve that part somehow and make her feel ordinary, the conditions for liberation will be satisfied.

But this is a tycoon.

Just putting rice in seaweed makes kimbap, but it’s only natural that kimbap made with various ingredients like beef, spinach, and pickled radish sells for a high price.

I will invest everything I can into the basic base that is Mirabel. That way, I can receive generous rewards to use later and go home. Among them, it is essential for Mirabel to learn magic.

As the carriage rolls away, we leave the city.

Upon entering the forest trail, the smell of the forest spreads and the chirping of birds can be heard. Hmm, it’s peaceful.

Sure enough.

I hear the sound of a beast in pursuit, but I lightly ignore it.

There’s nothing to do while traveling. I checked the status window for a mid-point review.

[Name: Carami]

Title: Slave Death God

Points: 27,000

First, the title.

In fact, titles are pretty useless. Some games have stats attached to titles, but at least this one doesn’t. It’s a tycoon for raising slaves, not an RPG where I become stronger.

But there was an interesting element. In the time of the game, there was no title called “Slave Death God.” As people called me that, it became an officially recognized title in the status window.

Next are the points.

These are the resources that come in when I free a slave. I can buy various items in the shop, and the most useful function is converting them into gold coins.

The ratio of points is 1:1 with the local currency.

In simple terms, it’s cash. The gold coins I buy with points are the same as those purchased with real money, so I have 2,700 gold coins available for emergencies.

Next is the skills…

[Master Negotiator Lv.3]

– Words become more plausible, and persuasion increases.

A vague description, but the effect is certain. Even if I throw out some nonsense, the other party ends up thinking, “Oh, is that so?”

I have benefitted from this skill throughout my life.

The problem is with this guy.

[Possession: Slave Merchant]

– Possessed by the slave merchant Carami. Synchronizes with Carami’s soul.

This is a skill that exists so that I, who lived in the 21st century, won’t struggle to adapt in this medieval world. Even if I see someone die right in front of me, I can only say “Oh, is that so?”

The problem is that my way of speaking changes. Instead of just saying, “Oh,” I say something like, “Oh, it seems you went to see your parents.” adding something more at the end while wearing my signature sly smile.

‘I suffered a lot because of this.’

And I will continue to do so.

Not having anything more to see, I closed the screen. I then saw Mirabel sitting across from me.

Mirabel’s gaze was fixed on the ground, tracing a diagonal trajectory. Her expression, filled with dark clouds, was not much different from when I first saw her at the slave market.

When I named her or dressed her in a maid outfit, her reactions were vivid, so I thought, “Is this going to be easy?” but it seems it was just short-term relief. Mirabel’s emotional scars won’t heal easily.

However, I really don’t like leaving things as they are. A beautiful girl should smile to maximize her worth. As her master, I must cheer her up.

“By sitting like that, your panties are showing.”

“…….”

Mirabel quickly closed her thighs and looked at me as if I were a piece of trash.

I shrugged.

“After all, I bought them, right? Though you try to hide, I already know their color and pattern. Haha.”

“This, this and that are different!”

Mirabel squealed.

It was the loudest I had ever heard her voice.

Indeed, this is much more pleasant to see.

This is TMI, but they are white lace.

“Don’t you have anything you are curious about, Mirabel? We’ll be living together for a while, so it wouldn’t hurt to know a bit about each other.”

“For a while…? Not for life?”

“Did you want to be with me for life? Uh… such a sudden confession is a bit awkward.”

“…….”

“I’m just joking.”

Her expression was so fierce that I felt I had to apologize here.

“By ‘for a while,’ do you mean… you want to kill me?”

“Kill? What kind of scary thing are you saying?”

“I know why you are called the Slave Death God.”

She didn’t seem to know.

“How did you deal with all those slaves?”

“Which slaves are you referring to?”

“The beast-kin slaves. You bought dozens of them.”

“Ah, them. Of course, I remember.”

How could I forget?

They were the first slaves I possessed and brought me fortune. Without them, I would still be doing inn work.

“I sent them to a good place. A place much better than Traur Kingdom. They should be doing well by now.”

“Ah….”

“If I go there, won’t they welcome me back?”

I really like this story.

“They will welcome you. To exact revenge for what they went through.”

“I hope it will be so.”

Then perhaps they can live happily for the rest of their lives. Of course, I’ll be going home.

After that, the carriage rolled on for two more days before finally arriving in Libria.

***

“Stop. Do you have proof of identity?”

The guard at the city gate asked in a business-like tone. I showed the identification issued by the Slave Merchant Association.

“A Slave Merchant… Tsk.”

Seeing that, the guard’s expression soured like a shriveled apple. It was such a familiar reaction that I was not hurt anymore.

“Libria is not a place for scum like you. Get the hell out.”

“As far as I know, there’s no rule prohibiting the entry of slave merchants, is there?”

“Are you daring to quote regulations to me, a slave merchant? Get lost while I’m speaking nicely. Can’t you see the line behind you?”

Thud.

The guard roughly pushed me in the chest with his gauntlet. My limp body swayed like a piece of paper.

‘I’m sick of this.’

The reason he’s doing this is obvious. He’s asking for money. He wants me to offer up the filthy money I made unethically.

What, does that dirty money become clean when it’s in his pocket?

‘That’s what I want to say, but I can’t.’

This is a world of the survival of the fittest. The weak me can’t challenge a trained soldier, so I just put on a friendly smile and fished around in my inner pocket.

“I fully understand why you are acting this way, sir. But what can I do? An aristocrat inside is waiting for me.”

“Are you trying to threaten me right now?”

“Haha, how could that be? In the end, we’re all just trying to survive. Here, it’s not much, but it’s a token of my sincerity. I’ve also prepared enough for your companions.”

I handed the guard a pouch containing twenty gold coins. His eyes widened in surprise as he checked the contents.

The salary of a soldier is around 10 gold coins. Having paid double his salary as a toll, it’s no wonder he was shocked. Though the amount is excessive, I have to give this much so he doesn’t come back asking for more later.

‘I really hate troublesome things.’

The soldier, unable to hide his surprise, turned his gaze back to me, and I gave him a light smile.

“Can I go in? The noble is probably waiting.”

“Huh? Uh, of course. We can’t keep a noble waiting. Go on in.”

“Thank you.”

The guard stepped aside, and I walked through the gate with my hands behind my back. Mirabel followed closely behind.

“How much did you give him?”

“Twenty gold coins.”

“Twenty gold coins?”

Mirabel folded and unfolded her delicate fingers, trying to estimate how much that was. She mumbled, “One loaf of bread a day, two, three….” then gasped with a shrill scream.

I couldn’t help but smile at her cute reaction.

“Why are you so surprised? You’re worth a thousand gold.”

“A… a thousand….”

Her expression blanked out at the immense figure. Her fingers frozen in motion gave up counting, and her mind had already traveled to Andromeda.

***

Upon arriving in the new city, the first thing to do is, of course, secure accommodation. There’s no way I can delay and end up with no place to stay.

The security in this medieval era is worse than anything in South America, so if you don’t want to find yourself dead without a soul knowing, you shouldn’t even dream of sleeping on the streets.

The inn I chose is ‘The Wizard’s Rest,’ located near the gate. Fitting for a city renowned for magic, the inn’s name reflects that.

For reference, I booked a double room.

The beds are two single beds.

Since it’s just the master and his slave, I would normally have the slave sleep on the floor while I take the bed, but who am I? The gentleman of gentlemen. I cannot let my lovely slave sleep on the cold floor.

“Mirabel, you can sleep on that bed.”

“Me too…?”

“Yes. If you sleep on the floor, it will disturb me. We have to go out early tomorrow morning, so don’t stay up too late. I’ll sleep first since I’m tired from riding in the carriage for so long.”

I took off my shoes and lay down on the bed. I felt her gaze on me, but before long, the candle extinguished and the room went dark.

***

At the moment Carami’s group was trying to get some sleep in Libria.

“Ah, the young lady is missing!”

“Where on earth could she be? She was in the room just a moment ago!”

“Narsha! Where are you?”

Commotion erupted in the Brown Count Family’s mansion. Narsha, who had returned to her family after two years, had disappeared in the night. The whole family was once again turned upside down.

“……”

In a tree not far from the mansion, a woman was gazing down at it under the moonlight.

Her name is Narsha Briant. This time, she conveyed a silent apology that would again go unheard.

“I’m sorry, mother, father.”

But she could not imagine a life without that man.

Though the world insults Carami as a Death God, Narsha knows he is the exact opposite of what people think.

And she knows he is a lonely soul with no place to lean on.

Thinking she needs to be by his side, Narsha tightly grips the sword she brought from her family and turns her back.

“Wait for me, my master.”

She wasn’t sure why he left her here, but something must surely have happened that couldn’t be helped. He always sees something that others cannot even begin to comprehend.

Of course, she was hurt. No matter how much that may be the case, he left without a word. She has to ask him when they meet.

‘I’m going to keep the promise of staying together for life; I’ll go fulfill it now.’

The revenge she left behind is a bonus.

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