I glanced outside with a smile on my face and spoke quickly to Raven in a low voice.
âRay, will you stay in the room? Donât make a sound.â
ââŚâŚWhy?â
I spoke nonchalantly, trying not to express my embarrassment in his wonder-filled golden eyes.
âThereâs someone thatâs supposed to come by today, but heâs not the kind of person I want to show much.â
Bang!
â Hey, Evelyn! Open the door!!
âLook at that. It doesnât sound like a good person just by hearing his voice. Right? Hurry up.â
ââŚI get it.â
Raven, who had moved his mouth as if to ask a question, frowned slightly, and after glancing at me, he nodded his head and entered the room.
âI beg you, never, never, ever make a noise! You must promise!â
âYes.â
After Raven entered the room, I took a deep breath and made up my mind.
âWhoo.â
In Evelynâs memory, there was a clearly visible silhouette of the voice coming from outside.
âThatâs the merchant.â
A merchant trying to run Evelyn into debt to make her a slave.
It also matched with the voice of the slave merchant I almost ran into when I went to the large village next door to buy a book.
Perhaps that person was the merchant Evelyn sold Raven to in the original work.
âLooking at my memory, they seem to sell general merchandise as well.â
He was basically a merchant who handles slaves, so the quality of everything else was not very good.
âOh really. I didnât expect him to come so early in the morning.â
I sketched out the actions I had to do step by step in my head.
âI just have to cut it off so he wonât come anymore.â
If he sees Raven here, it was clear that the merchant would target Raven even if I didnât sell him.
âBut Raven doesnât have citizenship.â
The people of the North family were nobles of the Empire, but they were the only family that did not receive Imperial citizenship.
In other words, the current Raven doesnât even have the minimum safety device.
âHeâs been chased by the imperial family, so it would be better if he doesnât have citizenship.â
This is because if you have citizenship, the Wizard of the Imperial Court can locate you at any time. Talk about a nasty situation.
âOkay, for now.â
After I buy what I need to buy today, I have to take care of it well so that he doesnât want to come back again.
I didnât react until the thumping got rougher.
Letâs make it so he doesnât have time to spare.
â Evelyn! Hey! Are you not inside?
Noisy guy.
I stared at the door and bit my lips.
That human. Heâs a person who knows Evelynâs situation quite well. Orphaned, poor, terminally ill suffering from a disease that requires painkillers.
So, if I tell him not to come anymore heâd be suspicious of me.
âHe might even suspect Iâm hiding something.â
So, angrily suggesting for him not to come anymore is dismissed.
âIn the first place that personâs purpose is to force the sale of painkillers, so Iâll roughly meet that condition.â
And the second goal is to make him give up on inducing me into debt. If I say I would not go into debt even if I died of starvation, there would be nothing he could do.
âImperial citizenship is very useful in this case.â
If it werenât for that, whatever decisions I made as a young child would not have had any effect.
With that in mind, I finished preparing my mind for what I had to do in advance. Then I took a more intimidating stance and sharply shouted.
âGoing! I said Iâm going!â
Just like the original cynical and gloomy Evelyn. After doing my best to look exactly like the original, I opened the door.
âAre you inside? Then what took you so long to open the door, wait, talk it out!â
Bang.
And kicked him.
âYou are noisy! Is this your house?â
âOuch!â
The slave dealer groaned after being hit in the leg soon after I opened the door. I kicked him one more time, and then stood up crookedly.
âAgh!â
The slave dealer, who was grumbling, stared at me and shouted.
âWhat are you doing, you crazy bitch!â
He was a man in his mid-30s with a skinny goatee bear and a mouse-like face. As expected, heâs the slave trader.
I snorted.
âYou must be the one whoâs crazy. Who told you to scream like that at my door? If I die because of the noise, are you going to take responsibility? Then take it!â
Since Evelynâs personality was the type to bite the flesh until it falls off, the slave trader only sighed with a look of avoiding dirty things.
From what I remember, he once got beaten up by Evelyn.
âSheesh, Evelyn.â
He is someone who knows the original foul-tempered Evelyn, so there should be no sense of incongruity.
I guess Iâm doing well, right?
âYou⌠your foul temper is getting richer by the day. You must have run out of money. I thought you would have lost some energy from starving⌠or is it because you are sicker?â
This rude seller. Should I just send him right back because I feel dirty after hearing this?
âHa. If youâre going to say something like that, get out of there.â
As I hardened my face and picked up a wooden bowl near me, the slave trader grudgingly ground his teeth and reluctantly said.
âOkay, okay. I was wrong, put it down. All right? More than that.â
ââŚâŚâ
âHave you thought about it?â
âŚâŚWhat?
I didnât remember this.
As soon as I frowned without answering, the slave trader smiled a little servilely and winked his eyes.
It was the same as saying, Iâll cut you some slack because I need something.
I put down the wooden bowl and showed a sincere reaction.
âUgh, did you just wink? Do you want me to die from throwing up? Are you out of your mind?â
âC-Cof, no, I didnât come all the way here for that.â
What do you mean?
I stood glaring at him and he said with a rotten expression on his face.
âThis wench, you mean you donât even remember, do you? Iâve been getting high-end painkillers for you myself. Itâs hard to find this, donât you know how busy I must have been just by not being here for a while?â
Aha.
Only then did I understand the situation, raising one corner of my mouth and answering.
âI didnât tell you to save me, but now you want to show it off?â
âAhahaha, this damn gi-, no hoo, Evelyn. Letâs look at the bright side, okay? The low-level potion you always buy is the lowest level for painkillers. But here is what I brought.â
He pulled out a potion in a crystal-shaped bottle from his pocket.
âItâs an advanced potion. Look.â
For information, thatâs something you canât buy even if you sell Evelynâs house.
âIâll cut you some slack, what do you think about this, huh?â
When I showed a smile, the slave dealer exaggeratedly bent his eyes.
âI mean, especially because Iâm thinking of our long-standing bond, I will give you a good discount. This one is a top-grade potion. No matter what kind of pain you have, it will make you forget about it.â
Looking closely, there seems to have drugs mixed in it.
With that thought in mind, I narrowed my eyes, and the slave trader grinned, saying that he had even packed the things he usually bought.
âWhat do you think? Doesnât your mind change when you see it? You canât buy this by such a price anywhere else, you know?â
I pricked my ears.
Then I blew my fingertips to express my disinterest. The slaveâs forehead seemed to be stamped with a crossroad to show how much he was grimacing.
âMore than that, Raven is probably listening to everything inside.â
I tried to hide the disease as much as possible, but that guyâs mouth just spilled the beans.
Anyway.
What he wanted now was for Evelyn to buy high-end painkillers.
âIt would also be like borrowing money while using the house as collateral.â
Then if I couldnât pay it, heâd have me sign a slave contract.
That was a typical method of enslaving commoners who were difficult to touch because of their official identity.
Evelynâs appearance was unusual, so it was obvious what he was aiming for.
Because silver hair is rare. Even though it is rare, it is a reason to be rejected in this town, but it is seen as a treasure in the eyes of slave traders.
âItâs a good thing that Evelyn didnât fall for it.â
But itâs not good to sell people in her place.
âIf he had known Evelyn had an incurable disease, he wouldnât take the long road of inducing me into debt.â
I replied to the slave dealer, laughing inwardly.
âI wonât buy it. I told you last time that I donât have money.â