I was a beastkin from the fox tribe, living in a mountain village in the eastern continent.
Born as the youngest daughter of the tribe chief, I represented the lineage of the fox tribe beastkin, and was a brave warrior.
ââŠItâs cold.â
But now, I found myself trapped in a cold and dreary prison cell.
âWell, this is the beastkin corner! Itâs one of the most popular corners in our market!â
According to the humansâ words, it seems that I have been captured and brought to a slave market.
What made it even worse was that I was taken to a slave market in the southern continent, far away from my homeland.
âSighâŠâ
Where did it all go wrong?
Was it so wrong to desire freedom?
âWhat are they? Fox beastkin?â
âOh my, how cute. Look at those ears perking up.â
As I curled up, lost in my thoughts, I heard the clamor of voices around me.
ââŠLeave it, those ones are very expensive.â
âBut theyâre so cuteâŠâ
I opened my eyes slightly to see people in strange clothes gazing at me with curiosity.
âGrrrâŠâ
âLook at it baring its teeth!â
âWow⊠itâs really cute.â
I tried to intimidate them by baring my teeth, frustrated at being treated like a spectacle, but they only stared at me more intently than before.
It was shameful for a proud fox tribe warrior to not be able to intimidate an opponent, despite my earnest efforts.
âHumans, get lost.â
Finally, unable to endure it any longer, I spat out the words while gripping the bars of the cell.
âIt talks? Amazing.â
âBrother, please buy me one of those!â
âNo, itâs beyond our budget. Young and naĂŻve beastkin like that are very expensive. Besides, itâs from the eastern continent, not the western one, so itâs premiumâŠâ
They continued to treat me like a mere commodity.
â Slap!!
ââŠCough!â
As I felt indignant about this reality, a sharp whip lashed out at me.
How was it possible that these sturdy cell bars failed to shield me from the whipâs impact that came from the outside?
Was this the sorcery that the adults used to talk about?
âQuietly blend in with the others over there.â
The man holding the whip looked at me with disdain as he spoke.
âYou pathetic little creature.â
âUghâŠâ
I could easily bite a cheeky guy like him to death with my teethâŠ
âItâs heavyâŠâ
Ever since I put on this strange bracelet on my arm, I couldnât muster any strength.
Though it appeared like a very thin and ordinary bracelet, why does it make me so weak?
Could this be sorcery as well?
âYou little bratâŠ!â
As I was thinking, the guy raised the whip above his head again.
âUghâŠâ
âRight, stay there until a suitable master comes along.â
I wasnât afraid of a whip.
As a candidate for the next Chieftain of the esteemed fox tribe beastkin, I wouldnât yield merely because a humanâs whip caused pain.
âWhimperâŠâ
âSister, Iâm cold⊠Iâm hungryâŠâ
âShh, be quietâŠ!â
I backed down because I was concerned that the young fox tribe children behind me would get hurt.
If there was no one behind me, I would have resisted until the end, even if it meant my body was shattered.
âŠSeriously.
âSister with the weird tail, please lend me your tail!â
ââŠI told you to be quiet!â
Silently blending in with the group, I crouched down when a cheeky little child pointed at my tail and spoke.
An irritating child who had been pestering me to lend my tail for days, even though we werenât close.
By the way, whatâs so strange about my soft, fluffy, and pretty tail?
Though, looking around, everyone else did have different tail shapes than mine.
As the only fox beastkin from the Eastern Continent, I could understand why they might find it strangeâŠ
âSo soft~â
âHuh.â
The little one who had been curiously staring at my tail decided to lay down on it, using it as a makeshift pillow.
ââŠSuch a foolish child.â
While the other children huddled together, shivering in fear and terror, I couldnât understand why this one was so nonchalant.
Was it because they had confidence in their own abilities? No, that was not it. Reflecting on that time, there was no one stronger than me here.
Maybe itâs because theyâre still too young to fully grasp the situation theyâre in?
âIâm-Iâm sorry! My sibling is still immatureâŠâ
While I was looking at the child using my tail as a pillow with a slightly annoyed expression, their older sister apologized to me.
ââŠItâs okay.â
âHuh?â
âIâll lend my tail.â
I replied to her in my still awkward grasp of the common language. Given that she was probably from the Western Continent, she should be able to understand this much.
âTh-Thank youâŠâ
âItâs fine.â
Seeing the sister express her gratitude to me, it seemed that she had understood well.
After all, lending my precious tail deserved words of appreciation. If she hadnât shown gratitude, I wouldâve been genuinely upset.
âHmm? Whatâs that?â
As I focused my attention on the child snuggling on my tail, a sound came from outside the cell bars again.
âAh, yes! Thatâs a fox beastkin! They reside in both the Western Continentâs plains and the Eastern Continentâs mountainous areas, characterized by their unique beauty, beautiful tails, and agile movementsâŠâ
âHow much?â
âAh, yes! If you check this specification sheet for detailed pricesâŠâ
I turned my head to see what was going on and saw a fat noble looking at us with greedy eyes.
âUghâŠâ
A wave of fear swept through everyone around me.
After all, if we were to fall into the clutches of someone like him, it would be the end for us.
Unlike the Eastern Continent, where our tribe was well taken care of and revered, and the Western Continent, which was a paradise for beastkin, this place resembled nothing short of hell.
âNo, I donât wantâŠ!â
âItâs not allowedâŠ!â
Look at that. Right next to me, a young beastkin child was being sold at a meager price.
âPlease, buy me too!! I beg you! Iâll do anything!!â
Could I hear the desperate pleas of a mother beastkin, left with nothing but her child, pleading to be bought?
âPlease! I beg you⊠Aahh!!â
ââŠWhat a low-grade product, with only one eye.â
Could I witness a heartless slave trader callously kicking her away, saying she has no value as a product?
âI donât want this! Let me go!!â
âRather⊠just kill meâŠâ
âPlease, donât hit me. I beg youâŠâ
And within this cursed space where such atrocities were an everyday occurrence, could they not hear the screams and groans that filled the air?
âIf you donât shut up and go to the waiting room, Iâll buy one of your comrades and kill them in front of you.â
âDonât worry. In a matter of days, youâll lose that spirit and be wailing under me.â
âTsk, youâve caused damage to the merchandise. I told you to go easy.â
Are you really human?
You who look down on us, disregard us, and reduce us to slaves⊠Are you not demons rather than humans?
âOver there, I want that one.â
The fat noble who had been watching us extended his hand towards me.
No, to be more precise, he pointed at the child who had been resting on my tail.
âYes, just sign here, please. Shall we send the child to the waiting room? Or would you prefer to take them with you?â
ââŠThe latter seems more fun.â
âIâll follow your orders.â
The fate of the sleeping child, more innocent than me, oblivious to the harshness of the world, was decided by a single piece of paper and a stroke of a pen.
Condemned to a life as a âslave,â a status forbidden in the Southern Continent.
âHave you conducted the minor inspections?â
âYes, of course. They have never been ill, never sustained injuries, completely unblemishedâŠâ
As I watched the two of them continue their transaction calmly amidst such heinous acts, I thought.
âNo moreâŠâ
Quietly sifting through my belongings, I muttered under my breath.
âI can no longer endure this.â
I already had a plausible plan.
Though it was a bit of a bother because the bracelet had some sort of curse or enchantment on it, there was also a saying that if you keep your wits about you even in a tigerâs den, you can survive.
If only I could direct the small knife I had secretly hidden within my belongings toward the fat manâs throat.
If I could create even the slightest opening like that.
Wouldnât there be at least a glimmer of hope?
âAt the very least, itâs better than becoming a sex slave to those bastards.â
I am a proud foxkin. Rather than becoming a slave to humans, I would rather fight and die.
And who knows, maybe I can create an opportunity for the others behind me to escape.
Itâs not as if I enjoy helping others, but if Iâm risking my life, once in a while is fine.
Itâs definitely not because Iâve become attached to them.
âHuman! Instead of that one, take meâŠ!â
I finished my thoughts and tried to run toward the cage, screaming, but thenâŠ
âPurchase all the beastkin here.â
ââŠHuh?â
Suddenly, a man approached from the adjacent cage and spoke, making me freeze in place.
âLord? What are youâŠâ
âInclude the beastkin that man was buying.â
What is this sudden turn of events?
Whatâs happening?
âHey, you. What do you think youâre doing⊠Eek.â
ââŠDo you have any complaints when Iâm just following the rules?â
âNo, not at all! Hehe. Itâs been quite some time, hasnât it? I hope youâve been wellâŠâ
The portly man, who was about to angrily protest, now bowed before the silver-haired boy who announced he would buy all of us.
Judging by the fact that he didnât hesitate to say he would buy everyone and the way the portly man groveled in front of him, the boy appeared to be a high-ranking noble.
ââŠThis might be a stroke of luck.â
At first, I was taken aback, but then I realized that this could be an opportunity.
If I could take that frail-looking boy as a hostage, who appeared to be on the verge of collapse at any moment, my hostage plan might actually succeed.
âHey, boy! Take meâŠâ
âSo, how are you going to handle the slavesâŠ?â
âIâll just take that one over there with me. Send the rest to the waiting room.â
âUnderstood!â
As I was about to shout at the boy, he pointed at me.
EekâŠ
âTsk, I would have preferred that man from earlier.â
With a click of his tongue, the guard opened the cell door, and I stood before him, casting a side glance.
ââŠâŠâŠ.â
For now, I must endure whatever he does to me here.
Only then I will have a chance to escape this wretched place.
And with it, a chance to âbreak out.â
Suppressing my temper and being as submissive as possibleâŠ
âYouâre cute, you know.â
âGrrâŠâ
âHuh?â
Unconsciously, I bared my teeth.
This wasnât the Eastern Continent, where beastkin were revered as sacred beings.
The person putting a collar around my neck was not a villager who would bow down and beg, offering me food at the mere display of my teeth.
âGood, youâre well-behaved.â
ââŠHmph.â
And so, with a collar around my neck, I moved forward while being petted on the head like some common dog.
âI wonder if I should show off to my friends.â
ââŠShould I kill him?â
It seemed I was with a man who seemed more suited to be a corpse rather than a hostage.
At that moment, when the fox beastkin was harboring such terrifying thoughts.
âHas everyone successfully infiltrated?â
Frey, who had started to take her around after purchasing her, posed that question through the communication magic tool he had prepared in advance.
â This is Clana. Iâve infiltrated the first floor with my close aides and some members of the Royal Knights.
â This is Irina, I have located the cabinet you mentioned. The magic appears to be incomplete⊠Do I need to finish it from now on?
â This is Kania. My lord, who is that woman? Please donât tell me sheâs another sub-heroineâŠ
In an instant, multiple voices flowed into his head simultaneously.
â Yes, Lord Frey.
â I am Dmir Khan, leading the Demon Armyâs combat officers, and we have successfully infiltrated as well.
After briefly closing his eyes to discern the distinct voices, Frey said.
âAlright, thenâŠâ
As the last low voice came in, he said with a triumphant smile,
âEveryone, begin.â
With those words, the curtains lifted on the quest to liberate the slave market.