Chapter 138: Three Actors
You can see what's going on here.
“Oh, I can see you so well.”
Oras led me to the second floor of the pavilion.
This room seemed to have a stairwell, so if I looked down, I could see the entire first floor.
The windows on the first floor were open and the sun shone brightly, but the second floor, where I was, was dark because the windows were closed.
Even if someone downstairs were to look up, it would be difficult for them to notice me.
The first floor, which is reasonably spacious, is furnished with a neat sofa and desk.
Dolan will now bring Rave with him, so please be quiet.
Hmmm.
I was going to make a play, but I wanted to check on Rave before I did so.
I told Dolan about my request, and he agreed to bring Rave to the first floor of this room.
Thus, I was able to watch Rave in action from the second floor.
After waiting there for a while, the door opened with a small creak.
First Dolan, then a man who looked like an employee, entered the room, followed by Rave.
I watched the proceedings, careful not to lean forward.
Stand there.
“…… Yes.”
Dolan sat down on the sofa and the employee stood next to him.
Rahve, who had assumed an upright, immobile position in front of the sofa, looked at Dolan with a warlike expression on his face.
Earlier, she had been thinking about what she would do if he looked up at her and their eyes met, but that worry seemed to be unnecessary.
She was so frightened and wary of Dolan's every move that she didn't seem to have time to look around.
She was too late! Move when you're told!
I'm sorry, sir.”
His strong, angry voice echoed in the high-ceilinged room, as if he were punching me, and I felt as if I were being scolded as well.
I beckoned to Oras, who was crouched down beside me, and asked in a low voice, “Is that a real performance?
You're really getting into this, aren't you?”
'I am used to it, sir.
Dolan is a slaver who specializes in sex slaves, and naturally, most of the slaves he deals with are women.
According to Oras, women are basically very vulnerable to male abuse.
Therefore, the training of slaves begins with endless yelling at the slaves they have purchased.
'Oh, so that's how you train your slaves?'
Oras, who must have sensed my interest, opened his mouth in a reserved manner.
Yes. May I tell you a story about ……? I'm going to tell you a story about when we prepare the slaves for normal ……”
He indicated his affirmation to Oras, while still being concerned about the state of Rave and the others downstairs.
Then Oras resumed talking about slave training in a small voice.
It seems that all the girls who have been bought as slaves are more or less rebellious at first.
There is active rebellion, such as complaining to their faces, and there is passive rebellion, such as continuously crying instead of following instructions.
Even though she is a slave, she was a daughter who lived peacefully until a short time ago. It is no surprise that she would not want to become a sex slave.
So Dolan yells at them endlessly.
He would line up the slave girls and beat them against the walls and floor with a stick that made a good sound when struck, and he would shout abuse at them until his voice was hoarse.
If a slave girl is frightened and falls on her face her, he grabs her by the hair and raises her up, then shouts in her ear her.
If the slave girl is frightened and lies on her face, he grabs her by the hair to help her up, and then shouts in her ear.
Slave girls who do not give in at this point will be sent to the corporal punishment course, so it is better to give in as soon as possible.
Slave girls who give in to the abuse training in this way, however, what awaits them next is blatant discriminatory training.
During the training, Dolan would find one slave girl who was weak-minded and obedient, and then he would blatantly give preferential treatment to that one girl.
He differentiates her diet, does not punish her physically, provides her with warm blankets, and speaks kind words to her in front of the other slave girls.
The slave girls have a sense of camaraderie because they have endured abuse together, but in the face of this discriminatory training, that all falls apart at once.
The first slave girl who is given preferential treatment feels superior to the other slave girls.
She is treated specially by Dolan, the overwhelming ruler. Other slave girls were being treated so badly.
It is the sweetest thing in the heart of a weakened slave girl.
Other slave girls who see a slave girl being treated well become obedient, wanting to be in the same position.
Dolan then picks up on this and gives that slave girl preferential treatment. He acts as if he has forgotten about the slave girl he had previously favored.
Slave girls who are thrown out of the protection of their masters are miserable. They become more obedient with a single-minded desire not to lose the feeling they once had.
She wants to be praised, favored, and favored more than that woman.
The trick is to use a woman's instinct to monopolize the kindness of the strong, Oras says smugly.
In this way, the closed space will soon be filled with women who want to be slaves.
The women are educated on how to be slaves, imprinted that there is no other way but to live as slaves, and brainwashed into believing that serving the master is the ultimate pleasure.
This is done over a period of six months, or in some cases nearly a year, to mature them into the finest slave girls.
Hearing that, I'd be interested in other girls as well.
We also offer girls with sexual skills for sale, so if you are interested, please contact Doranme.
The virgin and obedient sex slaves are apparently Gandoran Trading Company's top sellers, but they also deal in slave girls who specialize in erotic techniques.
The sales talk of Oras is so good that it makes me eager to buy one.
Do you know why I brought you here, sellout?”
On the first floor, the story seemed to be progressing, and Dolan's low voice was echoing toward Rave.
For now, as for the other slave girls, I'll have a leisurely consultation with my crotch later.
Ah……Ah……!”
Dolan's line was not particularly interesting, but for some reason, Rahve let out a voice filled with grief and put his hands to his face in sorrow.
'You're looking very down, aren't you?'
I ask Oras, who has turned into a commentator.
'You must think the day has come when the army will take you away.
Oh, that way.
Raveh has been told false information that he was sold as a sex slave to the military.
I have never heard that the military has slaves for sexual slavery.
However, Rave is probably not familiar with military affairs, and more than anything else, the trauma of being gang-raped by the Royal Army has probably made him unable to think about the truthfulness of the story.
Rahve was standing in a careful posture, but she began to sway unsteadily, so much so that even from a distance it was obvious, and she sat down on the spot with her knees broken.
Aaaaah!”
Rahve was distraught, holding his body her with both arms as if freezing in the cold.
The memories of the day she was raped day after day, night after night by the men of the royal army may now be replaying in her brain of her.
You are so noisy! You sellout! You want to hurt me again!”
Dolan raised one hand to shoulder height as he shouted at her voice.
Rave saw this and jumped to his feet, kneeling down on the spot and placing his fingers on the floor, asking for forgiveness.
'What was that?'
'It's a signal to activate the slave crest.
Slave crests are a kind of cursed magic that reacts to certain magical powers and inflicts pain on those who are inscribed with them.
The military uses it for torture and other purposes because it can continue to inflict pain without leaving any wounds on the body.
The engraving, maintenance, and activation of a slave's crest require magical power. Since all of these tasks require magical power, commoners have almost no chance to get involved. If they do, they are more likely to be engraved.
Dolan is not a magician, but the employee standing beside him is. I know immediately because I am constantly activating my magic detection spell.
Perhaps it is the process of a magic-possessing employee activating a slave crest in accordance with a signal from Dolan, the owner of the store.
According to Oras, Rave, who was already in a state of mental breakdown, had rarely rebelled, so the slave crest had only been activated a few times.
However, from what I saw downstairs, those few activations seemed to have left deep scars on her mind.
I had activated Eve's slave crest once, too, and she was in a lot of pain and suffering.
Please forgive me ……, Please forgive me ……, Please forgive me …….”
His trembling voice her was very melancholy.
It was clear that she was truly frightened.There was no longer any color in her heart her but fear.
Stay quiet like that!”
The words were thrown at her roughly, but Rave was only relieved that the slave crest was not activated.
When Dolan saw her quieted figure, he said in a disgusted tone of voice, “I'm going to put you in an exhibition cage from now on.
I'm going to put you in a cage for display. I'm going to put you in an exhibition cage, maybe I can sell you.
Then Dolan begins to tell Rave about the situation.
Recently, a merchant was arrested for illegally enslaving commoners in the city, and a kind-hearted boy nobleman is apparently outraged by this.
The boy nobleman says that he will check with his own eyes to see if the slave traders in Nambonan City are doing anything illegal like kidnapping commoners, and today he is coming to the Ganoras Trading Company to make an inspection.
So, Dolan thought of a strategy to show the gentle boy nobleman the defective inventory of Rave and get him to purchase it.
He said, “He's a kind mayor, he might even take pity on a sellout like you and buy it.”
Really?
Rave's voice is full of joy, as if he were a spider hanging by a thread from hell.
It's up to you. You know …… That, don't you? If you don't sell this, you will be tortured forever. You will be raped every day from morning to night, and you will give birth to a child that you will never know belongs to anyone, and if it is a girl, you and your child will be raped until death. If you don't like it, do whatever you can to get them to buy you.
Dolan's detailed description of the dire fate that would befall him if he were taken by the military shook Rave to the core.
He spoke so skillfully, as if he had seen it all, that it seemed as if there really were sex slaves in the military.
'And you, I should say, are an unmarried daughter. And it would be better to say that you are an unmarried daughter, which would be more sympathetic than a nursing mother.
What?
Raveh was married in her home village and gave birth to Eve.She was gang-raped by the kingdom's soldiers because she was not worthy of being a virgin.
In other words, what Dolan is trying to do is fraud.
If you say so, no one can be sure. Your race has a long life expectancy, and it is sometimes difficult to determine your age, so there is nothing wrong with that.”
Eve and Rave are a race of people who are beautiful to look at, live much longer than humans, have more powerful magical powers than commoners, or their followers, look young if they are around 100 or 200 years old, and have long lateral ears .
For the sake of convenience, I translated this race in my brain as the elves, because I felt that they resembled the race often raped by orcs and tentacles in the Japanese fantasy of my previous life.
By the way, Eve is 12 years old and Rave is 185. I got the right information from Dolan behind the scenes.
Rave, who is downstairs accepting an invitation to a scam, still looks about the same age as Eve's older sister.
She has pale blonde hair the color of sunlight and green eyes like Eve's.Despite her slender body and slender fingers, her breasts her sway in the air.
She had the impression of a calm and gentle older woman, and even after seeing her many times, I never got tired of her appearance.
She looked at Rave, who was not very articulate, or something, and Dolan strengthened his tone.
Or what?” Dolan asked, his tone stronger, “Should I tell them I'm a woman who once had a child? Maybe they won't feel sorry for you? Then where were you going to go …… Huh?”
Dolan goes on to give a real-life example of how I saved protected daughters, of which there were about 30, all unmarried daughters.
I went on to show that I have a track record of unmarried daughters being saved, and that this lie has a meaning.
I……Am not married,……”
Rave said in a trembling voice.
I think she is older than Eve and she can make more mature decisions, but I still think she is afraid of going to the army.
The reality that it was a hard decision was conveyed by the tone of his voice.
He said, “You had a daughter, didn't you? Listen, I don't have any daughters. You're single. Am I right?”
'…… I have a daughter ……..'
Rahve has not received the usual slave training by Dolan.
I wanted Rave to miss me, but I didn't really want Rave, who was steeped in the slave mentality.
So I proposed a plan to get him to like me by saving him while only pushing him into a corner, and Dolan has given him an individualized education accordingly.
After arriving in Nambonan City, Dolan proposed a scenario in which Rahve would disguise his identity.
Now Raveh is, so to speak, in the position of a 100 percent victim without fault.
It is said that this happens because of the constant awareness of “I am a victim ……”. Said.
I've heard that the “What's wrong with my daughter ……? Don't you want to tell me? Well, fine, then. It's your choice. I have no intention of putting a woman in front of the nobility who has no chance of being sold. We will sell her to the army as planned.”
Dolan's attitude suddenly turned cold, a complete change from his previous attitude.
If you push, he will resist, but if you pull back, that is what makes him uneasy, and Raveh's face turned blue.
'Wait……!
'You don't have to push. You don't want to do it, do you? You didn't want to go to the army, so I went out of my way to show you the way to salvation, and you refuse it. I will respect your decision. At the very least, have a good time in the army.”
I'll do it! I'll do it! I'll do it!
“Will you do it? You don't have to do it. Those who are not prepared to do so will eventually fall apart.”
In response to Rave's insistence, Dolan calmly admonished him.
The man who had been shouting at him earlier could hardly be considered the same person, and he spoke in a relaxed manner.
What do you want to do?
Rave shudders at Dolan's words and brings her face so close to his that she feels as if she might fall to the floor.
Then she gave a voice tinged with pain, as if squeezed from the depths of her body.
'I don't want to …… Army ……. So I want that nobleman to buy me,……”
It is clear how traumatic the gang rape experience was for Rave.
The experience of being raped over and over again in front of your own daughter is not a memory that will go away so easily.
'Well, then what do you want me to do? I won't force you. You think, you decide, you act.'
You make them choose between two worst-case scenarios with no way out.
But by making this choice, a drop of dirty water mixed with her clear watery heart of hers.
She felt guilty that she had lied about her identity for the sake of self-preservation, and had deceived her customers into buying her.
I am an unmarried daughter. I have no …… Daughter.”
That's your choice, right?”
'…… Yes.'
When a drop of sewage enters a barrel full of wine, it becomes a barrel full of muddy water. I remember such words from a previous life.
To protect herself, she decided to deny the existence of her beloved daughter, Eve, and assume a false identity.
This will prevent her from thinking of herself as a completely innocent victim.
“Eve…… Sorry……. I'm…… Sorry…… Nee…… Eve…….”
Fluttering, Rave spilled tears and repeated her apology to Eve, who was not here.
Perhaps it should be said that by verbally denying Eve's existence, Rahve had no way out.
I cannot help but admire, inappropriately, the beauty of Rahve as she continues to apologize to the void in a tearful voice.
It was a stark reminder of how much she loved Eve and how much she feared going to the army.
After confirming Rave's situation, Oras and I quietly left the room.
After this, Dolan was going to teach Rave how to flirt with the boy nobleman, so it would be a little while before the next scene.
I was led by Oras to a room that looked like a reception room for the upper class, and over a cup of tea, I asked him questions about the slave trade that were on my mind.
When I had finished asking some of the questions I wanted to know and my cup was empty, a knock came at the door.
Oras looked at the employee who entered the room.
'What do you want?'
'A message from Mr. Dolan, sir.
It seems my turn has finally come.
Oras is the first to stand up, followed by me.
Then we are ready to go.
Yes, please show me the way.
Oras leads me down the hallway of the building.
The boundary between the building and the store is clear, and when I opened the metal door on the way, the corridor changed from stone to wood.
I continued along the wooden floor and arrived at a slightly larger room.
That way, sir.
Good.
Slaves are not displayed in the store like radishes and cabbages in a supermarket.
Basically, they are locked up in a prison at the back of the store, and a person from the store brings a slave who meets the customer's needs, meets with the customer, and then the sale and purchase process begins.
For this reason, the space where customers can enter is often equipped with a pillar to which the slave's chain is attached or a simple cage.
The Gan Olas Shokai store is also constructed in this way, with a permanent display corner.
The Rave was scheduled to be on display in a sort of final inventory clearance sale.
This time I was a kind-hearted young aristocrat who happened to stumble upon such a wagon corner.
I looked at the cage and saw Rave staring at me, trying desperately to put on a smile.
Why are there people in here?”
I stopped in front of the cage where Rahve was kept.
There was Rave, dressed in rusty handcuffs, ankle locks with round iron balls on the ends of the chains, and a cheap-looking cotton robe.
The cheap robe is very revealing of Rave's body size, especially her breasts.
Oh, that's a leftover,” She says. I'm sorry to have spoiled your eyes with such a defective item.
In response to my question, Oras explained revertently and apologetically.
He was quite a good actor.
That's not what I meant. It's just that on such a cold day like this, I'm …… Dressed like this.
She was an elf, with magical powers.
The actual a lot more the better.
I listened to Oras's explanation and my expression became a little distorted.
“Isn't this the girl …… You used to bring to me for sale before ……? I think she was treated more decently then.”
You are talking about when Dolanme visited you, aren't you? I thought it would sell for a high price at that time, but in the end, no one purchased it from me. The time, but in the end no one bought it. ……Between you and me, I've already decided to sell her to the highest bidder. As long as she doesn't die until we hand her over, that's all that matters. It's terrible, but we can't afford to pay attention to bad inventory that doesn't make money.”
Oras drones on and on about how Rave is not for sale, and as Rave listens to him, the life in her eyes her fades away.
In his conversation with Dolan, he seemed to understand that he needed to sell himself, but he can't help it if he's being negatively criticized like this by Oras.
'You said you're going to pitch? Where are you going to sell it?'
Isn't this girl beautiful to look at? Well, in layman's terms, she's with men. An environment full of love, you might say.
Haha, “Oras laughed, but Rave's eyes were completely dead.
'…… You mean to put such a young girl in such a terrible position?'
I shook my fist as I played the role of a nice boy nobleman with a sense of justice.
In response to my complaint, Oras says in a tone that is a little disdainful and provocative.
I think you're right. After all, they are not for sale, and that is the fate of slaves. Oh, how it pains us, too, to think that she is going to be tortured day and night by countless men, oh , how pitiful ……
Then stop such things.
But we are also in the business of doing business, so we can't afford to be naive, can we?”
I can't be so naive.” Oras said sharply, as if admonishing him, and then he seemed to have no choice but to take it.
It was like a slap in the face of reality to a naive little boy.
'You …… Don't like it, do you?'
I said to Rave, who was still in his cage his.
Rave responded to my question with a quiver of his lips.
I said, “I've …… Got to help you, please …….”
A single tear spills from her green eyes her.
I swallow my spit, forgetting my theatrics, at the beautiful sight, which is like a painting.
The name is Rave, and it was captured by the Royal Army in the Land of Mists and …… Oh, this was explained to you by Dolan earlier, wasn't it?
I don't remember much about it,” He said. “Yes.
As I said this, Oras called out Rave's name in an intimidating tone.
Perhaps that's what he meant by introducing himself, and Rave opened his mouth.
I am Oras …… Rahve. I can read and write Eluo. I am …… Unmarried.”
If the mayor is willing to purchase it, she will be spared.”
I am a money-grubbing merchant! Said Oras, with an intonation that insisted in a word.
It was a nice follow-up for me, who had stopped the play to look at Rave for a moment.
'How much is ……?
'Hohoho? Please wait a moment……. Dolan!'
Dolan, who must have been waiting nearby, comes walking nimbly toward me.
What's up? Oras.
The mayor has taken a liking to this girl. The mayor has taken a liking to this girl, and I'd like to offer her to you, but I can't remember the price, so I've called you here.
Putting his hand to his chin, Dolan makes a thoughtful gesture.
He looks at me with a smug, villainous smile, even though I would never be able to see him from Rave's position.
He seems to be a master of the art of the invisible.
I see. …… But she, Rave, has already made a prior commitment, even though it's as good as a toss-up, and if we were to renege and sell it to the mayor, we'd have to charge a good price.
If we show our willingness to buy, she immediately raises the price.
It was almost as if he was doing it for real, rather than acting.
I am sure there is no new price because the sales contract is concluded behind the scenes, but I wonder why I worry about my wallet.
Say, “…….How much?”
So Dolan told him the amount.
He had included a story element that only those who could understand could enjoy, and the amount was the same as the amount I paid for Eve. In other words, it was crazy expensive.
Rave, who hails from the land of fog, seemed to have understood how much it was, and he looked pale. He could not believe the merchant's way of raising the price when the item was about to be sold.
He said, “Did you say Rave? Don't be afraid.
I smiled at Rave in his cage and immediately turned back to Dolan.
I'll buy it for that price, open the cage.
Thank you for your purchase. Of course, I will open the cage immediately.
The door of the cage was closed with an iron bolt, which could be easily removed.
I let Dolan open the door and I approached Rave.
For a moment, Rahve's back her trembled, as if she were afraid of men, but she held herself together desperately so as not to be distracted.
'Hold still, I'm taking these off now.
The handcuffs and anklets are made of steel and are not much more than a pair of handcuffs, so they can be easily ripped off with my magical power.
Taking care not to injure Rave, I destroyed the handcuffs, followed by the ankle locks.
Underneath the handcuffs and anklets, I could see red, bruised skin.
Normally, Rahve wears good quality handcuffs and anklets that are designed to prevent scratching, but today, for this play, he was wearing cheap ones.
“It must have hurt …… So much and …… Hurt so much. I'll heal you soon.”
I concentrated my magical power and applied a healing spell to Rahve that slightly intensified the production of light.
Aurora-like particles of light shone and gently cared for her body, the bruises on her hands and feet, her had completely disappeared.
'Ohhhhh …… Warm …… Thank you, thank you, thank you …….'
I was tempted to hug Rahve, who was shedding a few tears, but I didn't do so.
I've been informed that she has a near phobia of men. The reality is that if I embrace her right now, there is a high possibility that she will reject me.
I would like to make her my property after welcoming her to the perverted mansion, not here.
I feel that the way she cries is somewhat similar to Eve's her, but she is still an adult woman and is less childish.
In fact, her crying is so beautiful.
I took her home with me, thinking that I would like to compare mother and daughter in a hug as soon as possible.
