Chapter 31
Chapter 31
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 31
Chapter Title: The Elf Who Wants to Be Insulted
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"Hmm."
Left alone in the torture chamber, the elf stared out through the open door. No more footsteps echoed, so it seemed Theobald had left the basement.
A bit disappointing, but what could she do? Smacking her lips, the elf muttered under her breath. The ropes burst into flames and vanished, and the shackles around her ankles shattered.
She carefully dismounted the triangular horse and set foot on the floor. A trickle of urine ran down her inner thighs. Ignoring it, she lifted the coat draped over the device.
At a glance, it was a luxurious coat, embroidered with the crest of Viscount Deharm's family in gold thread on the chest.
'Consideration, huh.'
She understood why he'd covered the triangular horse with it.
'Filthy.'
The sight of it soaked in piss wasn't pleasant, so she used magic to cleanly clean the urine from the coat.
But what to do with it now? After a moment's thought, the elf clutched the coat to her chest and took a long, deep breath. It was a kind of curiosity.
As if answering her curiosity, a faint scent of sweat brushed the tip of her nose.
'Mmm.'
Too bad to throw away. She might find a use for it someday. Deciding that, she snapped her fingers. The air split open, creating a rift detached from reality.
The rift, stained purple like it contained the universe, gradually widened its maw. The elf tossed Theobald's coat into it, then snapped her fingers again.
The space snapped back to normal in an instant.
Business done, time to leave. As she summoned a misty breeze to wash her body, she suddenly recalled Theobald during her self-flagellation.
'He was such an idiot.'
His ridiculous yet earnest effort, throwing himself fully into the insults—it brought a smile to her lips unbidden.
'Todays toy...'
He'd been pretty cute.
Four days later.
In the viscount's office, bathed in warm sunlight.
As I lounged in the languid afternoon, reading a book, a scratching sound rustled repeatedly around me. The scrape of metal against metal poked at my nerves, but I didn't let it show.
It was my orders, after all.
Ignoring it, I flipped through a few pages before absentmindedly turning toward the source of the noise.
Scratch, scratch—
In the corner of the room, the elf knelt, engraving a picture onto glossy breastplate armor.
Scattered around her were sheets of drawing paper, each adorned with exquisite artwork.
But why was the elf so obediently sitting there, drawing on paper and armor? Simple reason.
Hilde, captain of the Blue Flag Knights, had loved the picture engraved on her breastplate so much that she'd bragged about it everywhere. Word spread to her subordinate knights and noble ladies, who timidly made requests of me.
— Could we perhaps commission artwork through Your Excellency's slave as well?
Enchanted by the elf's exceptional artistic skill, no doubt. I pondered briefly but saw no reason to refuse, so I agreed.
Thanks to that, for the four days since the last sexual torture, the elf had done nothing but draw.
I'd worried she might refuse to draw anymore and try to torment me, but whether she liked my recent sexual torments or enjoyed drawing itself, she hadn't complained once.
'I hope she keeps acting like this.'
I loved that she was absorbed in her drawings, paying me no attention. No begging for insults either, so of course it was a relief.
On top of that, the elf before me was stunningly beautiful. Breathtaking at times.
Her silver hair, kissed by sunlight, cascaded over her shoulders in a graceful flow. Beneath neat lashes, her half-lidded red eyes held a noble grace unbecoming of a slave.
Her figure went without saying. It was no exaggeration to call her a creature sculpted from the essence of beauty alone. With a touch of hyperbole, she looked ethereal as a goddess when her mouth was shut.
'What on earth had this woman gone through in the past to volunteer as my sex slave?'
The mystery only deepened my curiosity. After watching her for a while, I closed my book and turned my chair. I figured now was a good time to probe, while she seemed favorable toward me.
"You."
The elf paused her drawing and looked at me. Her eyes blinked innocently, full of question.
"Yes, Master? Do you have something to say?"
"Yeah. Got something I'm curious about."
"Curious about what?"
"I want to know about your past."
"Eek..."
The elf flinched, her shoulders trembling, then her face flushed red.
"Can't be helped, I suppose..."
She stood, fumbling to remove her apron. Wondering what the hell she was doing, I stared in bewilderment as she mumbled shyly.
"Since Master is curious if I'm a virgin or not, I have no choice but to show you... I didn't expect we'd do it here, but if it's Master, I'm ready to be fucked like a dog..."
No, wait a second.
How does asking about her past lead to checking her virginity? It was so absurd it short-circuited my brain. As I sat there stunned, she grabbed the edges of her panties and started pulling them down. I frantically waved my hands.
"A-Are you insane?! Do you know where this is? The viscount's office!"
"Hiiing. That's why you want to do it here, right? To feel that thrill of taboo by fucking in a place we shouldn't..."
"When did I ever say I wanted to do it?! You ungrateful...! There's a limit to nonsense!"
I yelled in panic, and the elf looked flustered.
"M-Master? Weren't you talking to me to use my pussy?"
"Do I look like some sex-crazed maniac to you?!"
"Hiiik! S-Sorryyy...!"
The elf dropped to her knees and prostrated herself. With her ass raised high, the hem of her maid outfit slipped down, fully exposing her butt crack. She'd never pulled up her panties, so they dangled blatantly around her thighs.
If anyone walked in now, it'd be a disaster. Frowning, I sighed in irritation.
"Fine, get up and fix your clothes."
"Y-Yes..."
Glancing nervously at me, she stood, pulled up her panties, and retied her apron. Only then did I relax and return to my original intent.
"You vulgar bitch. Don't twist my questions however you like—answer what's asked. What was your life like before becoming a slave?"
It was a potentially risky question depending on the circumstances, but fine for the elf in her current good mood. A gamble worth taking if it yielded even a hint about her identity.
"Before becoming a slave..."
She avoided my gaze, fidgeting with her fingers.
"I don't really know. I can't remember..."
As suspected. I hadn't expected her to spill just because I asked, but the flat refusal sparked my competitive side. Clicking my tongue, I leaned back in my chair.
"Then at least tell me your name. You remember that much, right?"
"Sorry, Master. I don't remember my name either."
Not even willing to give a fake name, huh. I could've speculated from that. Frustrating how she was blocking all info-gathering.
Pushing further would arouse suspicion. I waved dismissively, feigning disinterest.
"I already know you're an idiot, so no surprise there. Fine, bring the finished drawings. I need to check them before handing them to the noble ladies."
"O-Okay..."
Nodding, she gathered the papers from the floor and handed them to me. Taking them with a sour face, I examined her artwork.
'...She's damn good. No doubt.'
Each line crossing the paper seemed infused with some power. The trees brimmed with life, and flowers on the verge of bloom pulsed with vitality.
Just looking made me feel like I was stepping into a forest. Definitely not the work of a day or two.
Suppressing a gasp of admiration, I checked the others. Mostly forest-themed plants and animals in a fluid style.
'But...'
Intentional or subconscious? Every picture featured deer. Deer with straight antlers, dynamically leaping, appeared throughout.
At first, I thought they were deer freely roaming the woods, but the more I looked, the more uneasy they seemed.
Maybe just my imagination, but they felt like they were fleeing. Did she grow sick of the forest? Or perhaps hunters chasing from behind.
"Master?"
Her voice snapped me from my thoughts. Clearing my throat, I looked up.
"Not bad for a vermin slave. The noble ladies and knights should be satis—"
Her eyes narrowed subtly. Was even praise for her skill grating? Swallowing nervously, I tossed the papers aside haphazardly.
"—fied my ass! You worthless retard!"
The papers fluttered like falling petals. Pleased with the effect, the elf sniffled and bowed her head.
"S-Sorruu... Sorryyy... I'm just a useless sow who can't do anything else, sorruu..."
"Tch. If you're sorry, redraw them from scratch."
"F-From scratch..."
She knew it was a harsh order. But this was part of the humiliation. Sneering, I lifted my chin.
"No whining. Pull an all-nighter if you have to."
"You're so mean, Master..."
Sniffling, she gathered the scattered papers and shuffled back to the corner, plopping down.
"Huuu..."
She hiccuped through sobs, pitiful—but all an act. Steeling myself, I turned away just as a knock sounded: *knock knock*.
"Come in."
A well-dressed servant entered, bowed politely in greeting, then spoke formally.
"Viscount Theobald. I apologize for the intrusion, but I come to inform you that the Count has returned."
"...The Count has?"
I thought he was due tomorrow morning. Flustered, I shot to my feet and straightened my clothes.
"I'll go right away."