I found myself licking my lips. I reacted to Jackâs words appropriately while being cautious to not let my emotions show. He was completely drunk now. He kept repeating the same words, so playing along wasnât difficult.
âWeâre here! The place where a fairy lies asleep. It doesnât feel appropriate to call her a slave. Hey! You guys have been protecting the jewel well, right?â
Jack had taken me to a place where a considerably massive carriage was parked. Two hired soldiers were playing card games in front of it. They only gave Jack a curt nod. They seemed annoyed by his presence since they were already staying up all night to keep watch. They didnât even raise their gazes from their cards.
âYes, we have. Damn it. One pair.â
âTwo pairs. You lost, retard. Pay up.â
I almost snickered out loud. Damn it and pay up, these were terms they were saying indirectly towards Jack. As expected of a drunkard, Jack didnât realize he was being sworn at.
âShe might be asleep. Haha. Iâll open it slowly.â
He opened the door to the carriage.
There was a girl sitting in the corner of the carriage. It was dark, so I couldnât see her face. Darn it, Jack muttered as he quickly brought out a torch. The torch illuminated the inside of the carriage with an amber glow. The girl must have woken up by the sound of the door opening as she stared straight at us.
She had a slender jawline. Was she around seventeen years old now? She examined Jack for a moment before looking past him and staring at me. The term âstare atâ was very accurate.
There is usually an intent behind a personâs gaze. Earlier today, when that merchant looked at me, it was for the sake of mocking me. When Jack made eye contact with me, it was with the intent to garner affection. All things considered, the number of times Iâve looked at something to know what has happened or to see what has entered my line of sight was unexpectedly small. I wonder if the gazes of wildcats were like that.
It is only natural for peopleâs gazes to hold the desire to laugh at someone, to garner affection, and other similar desires. There are only 2 occasions where you would purely stare at someone. Youâre either similar to a beast who has no desire to ridicule or garner affection, or youâre so perfect that you have no need to show your desires to others. This girlâs gaze alone left a large impression on me.
âShe is of noble lineage. Laura De Farnese! The esteemed daughter of a duke. To be exact, she used to be the esteemed daughter. Do you know anything about the National Flower War? Sheâs the 2nd heir of the Farnese Duchery which led the Hydrangea Faction. Haha. An individual of truly high standing. No, an individual who was once of high standingâŠâŠ.â
Jack continued to blabber on next to me. The girl and I were looking at each other as he kept talking. I strangely felt as if Iâd lose if I averted my gaze here. Thatâs right. This girl, although I have no idea why she was doing this, was testing me.
âHow impudent.â
I had no reason to refuse her test. Iâm not sure how high your standards are, but go ahead and evaluate me. I will also determine whether youâre a hero or not by my standards.
âStatus.â
Ding, a simple hologram appeared. Her affection was low, so only the bare minimum information was displayed.\n
MmâŠâŠ.
It was honestly disappointing. She was much stronger than an F rank adventurer, but that was it. If I were to rank her, then she was probably between E and D rank adventurers. Although itâs impressive for a girl in her teens to have such combat prowess, sheâs a person of talent who was going to become an anti-hero in the future. Would it be greedy to expect all of her combat-related stats to at least be in the double digits?
âWas she perhaps an individual who grows after going through difficulties and trials and not someone who starts off superiorâŠâŠ?â
Laura was an NPC famous for her unfortunate backstory. Despite being born as the esteemed daughter of a high noble, she had fallen and become a sex slave. After becoming stained by a decade of being raped, she managed to turn her life around through her demonic stratagems and backstabbing. If she isnât a genius and is the type of person to grow from experience, then the need to scout her will diminish greatly. I felt the hope that had been flowing through my chest up to this point fade away quickly.
It was then that the girl opened her mouth.
âWhat is the meaning behind your gaze?â
I was still in deep thought, so I couldnât answer her immediately. It wasnât until a couple of seconds had passed since she asked me that question did I realize she was staring at me quietly, waiting for my response.
âPardon?â
âIâm asking you about your gaze. Itâs the first time Iâve received such a look.â
The girl twisted her bang with her right hand. Ah, that was a habit which Laura would always do whenever she was thinking deeply about something. She did this in the game as well. As I was in awe of the degree of attention to detail of this world, I answered her. It might have been because of how naturally she used informal speech, as I wound up using formal speech in return.
âIs there something wrong with my gaze?â
âYou first looked at me with a gaze full of hope. That isnât particularly significant. There have been plenty of people who had placed their hopes in me, after all. However, your expression changed immediately after. As if your expectations were betrayed, as if I didnât meet your expectations.â
âOh?â
A faint bit of hope bloomed within my voice. It was as if the ember that I had thought to have died had somehow survived. I asked Jack for permission to speak with her alone.
âAs expected of Sir Jack, she is a prize worth boasting about.â
âRight? Haha. Isnât she really beautiful? Even I have never met a girl as pretty as her.â
âI agree. May I ask to speak to your slave alone? Only for a brief moment. I sincerely wish to evaluate how much value Sir Jackâs most prized possession has. Would that be all right?â
Jack gladly accepted my request. I entered the carriage and closed the door. During this entire exchange, the girl kept staring straight at me. \nI sat opposite from her.
âYour Ladyship Farnese, it seems that your master only grades you by your appearance.â
âRefer to me by my name. My house has already fallen.â
Oh, she also doesnât obsess over her own family name. Even though she should have lived her entire life as a proud, high-ranking noble. Instead of dwelling upon the glory of the past, she looks at the present, huh? My hopes are gradually rising.
âThatâs right. Even if sheâs the growing type, they say that genius displays itself even in childhood.â
In the first place, if her mental attitude werenât exceptional, then she would never have gained the title Iron Chancellor.
The girl continued.
âAdditionally, the title âmasterâ is not appropriate for that man.â
âWhy is that? You are a slave and he is a slave merchant.â
âHis duty is to simply transport me somewhere. I will most likely be sold to someone else.â
âThat logic is odd. Regardless of what happens in the future, you are Jackâs slave right now. Even if you are sold to someone else, who knows whether you will be sold off again.â
âYouâre right. In the end, how long one possesses me for does not determine whether they are my master or not.â
I asked in a pleasant mood.
âThen what can one do to become your master?â
âYou cannot.â
The girl spoke in a tone that sounded as if she were talking about how cold the weather was today.
âI was the esteemed daughter of the Farnese House for 15 years. Does this mean my life is defined by the word Farnese? No. Iâve been Jackâs slave for the past 6 months. Does this mean my life is defined by the term Jackâs slave? No. I will be someone elseâs slave for many years to come. This doesnât mean that that person will become the master of my life. Ultimately, no matter where I am affiliated with and whomever I become the slave of, these things are nothing more than coincidences.â
The corners of my mouth went up.
\nââŠâŠ.â
Time flowed by quietly. A dark carriage. The two of us were relying on the moonlight leaking through the window to stare at one another. I could hear Jack bothering the hired soldiers outside because of his drunkenness. At that moment, Laura opened her mouth wide and inhaled deeply.
Oh dear, I canât let her do that.
I hastily shoved my finger in the girlâs mouth.
âUb! âŠâŠUub!â
A sharp pain traveled up my finger. Laura bit my finger with her teeth. She had bitten down with the genuine intention to bite her tongue. She had bitten down so hard that she drew blood from my finger. If I hadnât predicted this situation beforehand and protected her tongue with my index finger, this would have turned out badly.
âYou pondered before biting down, did you not? You contemplated for several minutes.â
ââŠâŠ.â
The girl looked up at me with a wicked gaze. The blood flowing out from my finger trickled down her lip and down her jaw before dripping down to the floor.
âSeveral minutes of contemplation, this is something that cannot be explained by your philosophy. I personally call that oneâs will towards life. Itâs a wretched thing that prevents me from quickly dying in this damned world and forces me to continue living.â
ââŠâŠ.â
âLaura. I have taken a liking to you. I request that you be sold to me.â
I grinned.
âLet me confirm one thing just in case. Interviews are important, after all. Mm, do you harbor any personal hatred towards demonkind?â
The viciousness behind Lauraâs eyes became murkier and was replaced by confusion.
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TL note: Thanks for reading the chapter. Iâve been able to translate somewhat freely between my classes recently because most of my midterm exams are over except for one. If I feel like Iâm going fast enough, I might just translate the next section after Human Hunting before going to Handholding again. Weâll see.