âOh my, Lord Frey! Have you arrived? We sincerely welcome you to our slave market!â
As Frey walked forward with the fox beastkin, someone approached him with a friendly expression and greeted him.
âIf only I had been present during your previous visit, I could have served you better! Itâs such a pity! If thereâs any assistance or aid you requireâŠâ
âEnough with the fuss.â
Frey cut off his words wearing an irritated expression, and whispered to the man still smiling brightly at him,
âShould the person in charge of the slave market be doing this?â
âHa ha, donât worry! Given the unprecedented scale this time, we have been meticulously cautious in hiring our staff! Thatâs why it will run smoothly even without me!â
Upon hearing the manâs slightly condescending voice akin to that of a shrewd businessman, Frey asked.
âSo, what brings you here?â
Frowning slightly, he asked again.
âAh, well, I have a few questions to ask you!â
With his ever-so-friendly smile, the man began his story.
âHave you decided to sweep up all the beastkin slaves today?â
âWhat are you insinuating?â
âWhat do I mean? Arenât you depleting the beastkin population right now, Lord Frey?â
The man uttered, soon wearing a mischievous expression, and continued,
âWell, if itâs Lord Frey, not even all the female slaves here would be enough, right? You have quite the reputation in that regardâŠâ
âWhat are you trying to say?â
As Frey asked in a cold voice, the man rubbed his hands together and got to the crux of the matter.
âSo, how many are you planning to buy today?â
âIâll buy as many as I want, is there a problem?â
âUm, well⊠under normal circumstances, I would be elated to hear that answerâŠâ
As Frey responded calmly, the man began to appear slightly troubled.
âUm, donât you know, Lord Frey? Amongst the visitors attending our market today, there are numerous VIPs.â
âSo, whatâs the point?â
âWell, the thing is, if Lord Frey monopolizes the slaves, um⊠how should I put it? Not everyone would be satisfied.â
In order to persuade the typically self-centered Frey, the man desperately tried to convey his message with the utmost effort.
At that juncture, VIPs who couldnât buy the slaves they desired due to Freyâs prior purchases had already begun to voice their dissent.
âA monopoly? Canât they just pay a higher amount and buy them? Hasnât this been the established system for a long time?â
âWell, to pay more than the amount you paid, Lord Frey⊠Even for nobles, it would be quite a burden.â
âReally?â
As Frey scratched his head at that, the man began to plead with a pitiful expression.
âPlease, Lord Frey! I never thought Iâd say this, but could you take it a little easyâŠâ
âFine.â
ââŠHuh?â
The man, who had expected an enraged Frey to punch him, was bewildered when Frey surprisingly agreed.
âI have a limited amount of money to spend. I was planning to cut back anyway.â
âOh, is that so? Anyway, understood! Thank you!â
The man, who had been flustered for a while, hastily bowed in gratitude when Frey responded with a bitter expression.
ââŠHehe.â
âDo you have more questions?â
Just as Frey was about to leave the corridor with the fox beastkin in tow, he glanced at the man for a moment, turned his head, and asked as the man quietly followed him.
âWell, I do, but itâs not a big deal! Just a simple survey!â
âA survey?â
âYes, weâve been conducting a preference survey among VIPs regarding the market slaves!â
As Frey furrowed his eyebrows, the man began to ask questions with a smile.
âWhatâs your favorite type of slave? What race? Age range? Build?â
âIâm busy right now, so letâs do this laterâŠâ
âOh, speaking of which, this one⊠is a fox beastkin, isnât it?â
As Frey stepped back from the man who approached with a gleam in his eyes, the man turned his gaze to the beastkin beside Frey.
âLetâs see⊠Judging by the tailâs shape and color, itâs from the mountains of the Eastern Continent. Wow, your discerning eye is truly amazing. Such a specimen only appears once a decadeâŠâ
After swiftly deducing some information merely by glancing at the beastkin, he murmured with a regretful expression.
âIf I had noticed her earlier, I would have made her an exclusive item and utilized her for entertaining guests, but since sheâs already sold, thereâs nothing I can do.â
âYou donât seem to know everything about this place either, do you?â
âOf course not! The scale of this place is so huge! Even though Iâm very knowledgeable in this field, there are limits to what I can do!â
ââŠYeah, I figured.â
âHuh?â
Hearing that, Frey, who had murmured with a meaningful expression, soon smiled and said.
âItâs nothing. Anyway, Iâm going to take my newly purchased slave for a stroll.â
âHave a good time! By the way, thereâs a secret rest area for nobles across from the waiting room!â
Leaving the man who bowed his head behind, Frey began transmitting telepathic messages while avoiding the gaze of the fox beastkin who continued to glare at him.
âDid you all hear that? Even the person in charge doesnât know everything. So, adapt more flexibly depending on the situation. And donât forget the location of the secret rest area.â
Once again, Frey transmitted telepathic messages to everyone and started to walk slowly down the corridor, relying on his cane.
âHuman.â
ââŠHmm?â
As Frey walked down the corridor for a while, he glanced back at the fox beastkin who had called him with a puzzled expression.
âWhere are you going?â
As the fox beastkin quietly stared at Frey and posed a question, he responded with a ridiculous expression.
âYour form of addressing me is a mess, and you even dare to use informal speech. It seems you are unaware of your place; one word from me and youâre done.â
âIâm not familiar with the Southern Continent language. So, please understand⊠Ugh!â
The fox beastkin, who was replying in a hushed voice, suddenly started to choke as Frey abruptly yanked hard on her collar.
âIf you donât know it, you shouldnât speak so casually until you become accustomed to it.â
âCough, choke! UghâŠâ
As the fox beastkin grabbed her throat and teared up, Frey looked at her for a moment and then gently tugged on the leash to signal her to start walking.
ââŠHuman.â
âUgh.â
As they once again proceeded along the quiet corridor again for a while, Frey turned his head with an annoyed expression upon hearing the fox beastkinâs low voice once more.
âAre you fearless? Or do you want to die?â
âI have a question.â
Staring at Frey with an intense gaze, the fox beastkin asked in a cold voice.
âWhy do you do this? This kind of thing?â
ââŠWhat?â
Unconsciously, she tightened her grip on the shiny blade concealed in her hands.
âWhy did you buy the children who were with me?â
âHmmâŠâ
Until now, her predatory instincts had been fully awakened.
âItâs been a while since I last encountered an untrained slave. A slave who remains oblivious to their own situation is also a rarity. Itâll be fun to break you.â
âAnswer me, human.â
âAre you really asking because you donât know?â
With a sneer, Frey replied to her.
âIâm going to lock them all up in my cellar and turn them into sex slaves. You, especially being a rare beauty, will be exclusively mine.â
ââŠTheyâre young.â
âWhat?â
âYounger than me and even younger than you.â
Her grip on the concealed blade tightened as she growled menacingly.
âUnable to feel the weight of conscienceâŠUgh!â
At that moment, Frey forcefully yanked her collar once more.
ââŠThis is my chance!â
And that was the moment she had been waiting for since she had grasped the blade.
Swish!
ââŠHuff.â
In the blink of an eye, the blade was poised at Freyâs throat.
Despite being significantly weakened by the bracelet, she used her unique agility and the force from Freyâs pull to create her own triumph.
ââŠHuman, donât move.â
Having succeeded in her rebellion, she pressed herself against Frey, who was wearing a stiff expression, and began to whisper in a cold voice.
âYour life is now mine.â
âIs that so?â
âYes. So, you must obey my commands.â
At her words, Frey began to smile.
âWhatâs so funny, human?â
âNo, itâs nothing. JustâŠâ
As the fox beastkin increased the pressure on the blade against his throat, and asked for a reason, Frey replied with a look of amusement.
âItâs the first time a slave has attacked me. I find it somewhat intriguing.â
âCanât you understand the situation? Human? Youâre nowâŠâ
âRegardless, you cannot harm me.â
As he said that and reached for her throat, the fox beastkin frowned and tried to stab the blade slightly into his neck, butâŠ
ââŠHuh?â
The blade, which had been aimed sharply at Freyâs throat,
No matter how much force she exerted,
It didnât budge an inch.
âWhy is that? You said my life is yours?â
âWhat⊠What is this? WhyâŠâ
As she was puzzled by the strange phenomenon, she started to look confused when Frey, who had extended his hand toward her, began to gently stroke her throat.
âThe bracelet youâre wearing is not solely imbued with a weakening curse.â
âA⊠curse?â
âThatâs right. In addition to the weakening curse, the bracelet also contains a âcurse of obedienceâ.â
As he said that, Frey whispered softly into her ear.
âDonât move and stay still.â
ââŠâŠ.!â
Then, her body froze in an instant.
âUgh, ughâŠâ
The fox beastkin, who had been desperately struggling to break free from the situation, soon realized that it was futile and looked forward.
ââŠâŠâŠHehe.â
And at that moment, she began to feel fear for the first time.
The shock of having a boy, who seemed to be no match for her, gently caressing her defenseless neck.
On the other side of his hand, the collar that was gradually tightening, began cutting off the oxygen supply.
For the first time in her life, she experienced the eerie and chilling power called âmagicâ.
âUgh, ughâŠâ
These realizations led her to comprehend the true nature of oppression for the first time in her life.
Not the justifiable and reasonable oppression enforced by the villageâs rules or the control of the adults, but rather a violent and irrational oppression.
The fear of having to become a plaything for the man in front of her for the rest of her life, a fear that gripped her after she had fled the village in search of freedom, was enough to paralyze her reasoning.
âI-Iâm sorryâŠâ
âWhat?â
âI-I made a mistake⊠I apologize for my mistake. So, please stop nowâŠâ
Thatâs why she even apologized to the human, whom she had secretly looked down on in her heart.
âHeheâŠâ
Frey quietly clasped her throat.
For some reason, he didnât tighten his grip, but simply wrapped his small hand around her throat.
âIs he implying that he can kill me anytimeâŠ?â
However, the hidden meaning of his action that she guessed only intensified her fear.
âPlease, spareâŠâ
As a result, before she knew it, she was pleading with Frey with a sob.
ââŠPlease spare me.â
No matter how much she had prided herself as a noble member of the fox tribe and a great warrior, the irrational evil she had encountered for the first time in the vast world was not something a young fox beastkin, who had been worshiped by the villagers and inexperienced in lifeâs trials, could handle.
SwooshâŠ
âHeheâŠâ
As a result, the fox beastkin, who had been completely consumed by fear, experienced a chilling sensation whenever Freyâs touch brushed against her neck, as though her throat were on the verge of snapping.
And so, she could only endure what felt like an eternally silent passage of time.
ââŠWhatâs your name?â
After what seemed like an eternity to her, Frey finally removed his hand from her neck, and asked her a question in a soft voice.
âMi-Miho.â
âAlright, Miho. You wonât do such a thing again, right?â
Upon hearing those words, Miho hastily nodded her head, and Frey quietly led her to the door of a room.
âWait here for a moment.â
âWh-Where is thisâŠâ
âThis is my private waiting room. Itâs where my captured slaves gather.â
With that said, Frey stroked Mihoâs head and whispered,
âIâll come to get you when Iâm done with my business. Then we can go for a walk again and do all sorts of fun things.â
âUh-ughâŠâ
After finishing his words, Frey pushed her into the room, smiled briefly, and turned away.
ââŠâŠâŠAh.â
Left alone with the slaves Frey had procured, she experienced a brief moment of fear and despair before cautiously looking around.
âââŠâŠâŠ.ââ
It was the same for all the slaves in the room.
Because they had all been subjected to similar treatment at the hands of Frey prior to their arrival in this room.
Despite the fact that there were even some who were stronger than Miho among them.
ââŠI want to go back, to my home.â
In such a situation, Miho experienced her powerlessness for the first time and buried her face in her knees, trembling quietly.
It was the moment when a sprout that had emerged from the ground with an innocent dream of finding freedom was about to be ruthlessly trampled.
âHello, everyone.â
Without any warning or notice, Dmir Khan appeared in their midst, having received a signal from someone.
âââŠâŠ!?ââ
The slaves began to stare at the gentleman in the suit who had suddenly appeared.
ââŠIndeed, as expected of him. Each of them is the strongest among their races.â
Satisfied with their reactions, Dmir Khan said.
âIâll be straightforward.â
In a soft voice that resonated throughout the room, he made a proposal.
ââŠI offer you the power to bring this place down.â
Upon hearing those words, the slaves made a bewildered expression, and he quietly added,
âBut in return, join the Demon Kingâs army.â
Instead, join the Demon Kingâs army.
âNo way! Who are you to decide that?â
Having placed the fox-girl Miho in the waiting room to catch his breath, Frey heard Dmir Khanâs words echoing in his head, smiling and whispering,
ââŠAnyway, they are quite useful guys, arenât they?â
âFrey, I found a way to remove the self-destruction magic on the slavesâ collars! Come here for a momentâŠâ
Irinaâs telepathic message then resounded in his head.
âIâve been breaking it with magic from the stars so far?â
âIs that⊠even possible?â
âJust by sending magic into their collars, it worked?â
While scratching his head, Frey said.
âEveryone report! Are there any noticeable anomalies or variables at the moment?â
He then sent a telepathic message to everyone.
âThis is Kania. No problems here. By the way, Master, is it really true that the girl is not a sub-heroine?â
âIâm not sure, Iâve been focusing on magic restoration.â
âThis is Clana, we have a problem.â
Soon, with his eyes closed, Frey attentively listened to the telepathic messages and began to frown at Clanaâs words about there being a problem.
âThe Royal Knights Commander and the Holy Knights Commander have appeared.â
âWhat? What did I do again?â
But then he heard her words and made a relieved expression.
âItâs natural for the two who are blinded by the recent influx of talent to make an appearance here. Theyâre probably trying to pick out strong male slaves.â
âBut, butâŠâ
âLeave them alone. Theyâve only come to observe. And theyâre not strong enough to cause any setbacks in our plans.â
Calmly responding, Frey started to walk away, humming a tune.
âThereâs one more variable.â
ââŠâŠ!!!â
Suddenly, he stopped and froze.
âDonât be surprised, right now, in this placeâŠâ
âI know.â
âHuh?â
Within his line of sight.
âFrey!!! You despicable, wicked, cunning, lowly, contemptible, and evil person!!!â
âI can see it right now.â
A huge variable named Ferloche was approaching.
âI will definitely kill you today!!!â
At that moment, no one knew how this variable would impact the situation.