Chapter 137
Chapter 137
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 137
Chapter Title: Reborn in the Count's Family as the Plum Blossom Sword Master
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I frowned the moment I stepped into the underground prison. The damp air and nauseating stench. It was obviously a terrible environment.
"They're keeping an expensive elf in a dump like this?"
I could understand if it were an ordinary slave. But the elf I planned to buy was a premium slave worth at least tens of billions of ner.
If they left her in a hellhole like this and she caught some disease? From the slave trader's perspective, the loss wouldn't be trivial.
Besides, according to the original story's description, that elf should have been locked in something far more luxurious. High-end merchandise demands high-end packaging.
"New slaves get some basic training here before we move them to suitable rooms."
The man speaking to me was the jailer overseeing the underground prison. He was tall and lanky, with rotten, beast-like eyes. He led me deep into the depths.
"She hasn't finished her training yet?"
Training was probably nothing much. Just teaching them the rules they had to follow here. Physical torture or violation? The moment you did that, the merchandise lost value. Konparod wouldn't be stupid enough to try it.
"That elf girl was pretty feral. She's improved a lot since she arrived, though. We were planning to move her out in about a week. Until the customer showed up, anyway."
I glanced to the side. A male slave was locked in a narrow cell. Naked, just sitting there blankly staring at me. He looked mentally shattered.
"Interested in that one?"
"What kind is he? Doesn't look pricey."
"Serf. Knocked his master out trying to escape, got caught, sold to us."
"People actually buy trash like that?"
Just having a record of rebelling against his master tanked his value as a slave.
"Sure do. Serfs aren't locked to farm work. Low value, but some buy them as hunting game."
"Hunting game?"
"Human hunts. Release them in a wide area and hunt for sport."
"Boring hobby."
I couldn't fathom the appeal of hunting weak humans who couldn't fight back. Might as well hunt a monster in that time—more profitable.
"Yeah. Human hunts are losing popularity lately. That's why he hasn't sold. Plenty of better serfs for actual farm work."
"What happens if they don't sell? Killed?"
"We almost never dispose of them ourselves. Sell 'em cheap to wizards."
"Wizards buy them?"
"For experiments. Some mages are obsessed with humans."
"Hm. How much for that one?"
"30 million ner. Dirt cheap compared to similar stock. Buy him?"
Rebel slave. Had to be cheap.
"Nah. Just curious."
Most slaves here were men. Female ones existed, but they were all broken in some way. Beauties were rare.
"You bastard! I'll kill you! Once I'm out, I'll slaughter every one of you!!"
Bang! Bang bang!
A burly male slave roared at us, pounding the bars.
"Insolent mutt."
"Sorry. Ex-mercenary from a top band—tough to break. Low-rank Aura Expert, so even we hesitate to rough him up."
"Low-rank Aura Expert? Impressive you caught him."
"Mid-rank's manageable. Anything higher... gets dicey."
A female slave caught my eye. Brown hair, pale skin, lying limp on the floor. Naked, of course—breasts and pussy on full display. She didn't cover up even with me watching, just stared blankly at the ceiling.
"Not bad."
"Came in two days ago."
"What'd she do?"
"Worked a general store. Got hooked on drugs, turned to loan sharks. Debt snowballed, so the sharks grabbed her and sold her to us."
"Junkie, huh."
"Interested?"
If I had to pick, yeah. Decent face.
"Virgin?"
"Nope. Whored for a month to score drugs."
"Pass."
I lost interest.
Unless she was a jaw-dropping stunner, girls like her were a dime a dozen. No point buying a junkie hooker slave. Waste of coin.
"Your elf's in this cell."
The jailer pointed to an iron wall and door. No bars like the others. Extra secure.
My heart pounded.
'Elf slave! The original story's elf heroine!'
Elves boasted above-average looks by default. And she was a heroine to boot.
'This is gonna be good.'
The jailer slid the key in but paused, eyeing me.
"Like I said, she's real feral."
"Still a slave."
"Adventurer elf. Elnoa Kreifer. 20 years old, mid-rank Spirit User. Training incomplete—she might resist when you take her."
"No issue. I'm ready. Lucky you didn't train her. More fun my way."
Resistance? Please. I had Yuria. Mid-rank Spirit User equated to mid-rank Aura Expert. No match for pinnacle Yuria.
"...Got it. Oh, mana suppressor's active inside."
I nodded.
Mana suppressor.
Artifact that jammed mana use, plain and simple. Imposed limits on casters.
'Bought a few for my own prison.'
Didn't fully block mana. High-rank experts shrugged it off.
"Door, now? Eager to see my slave."
"Apologies. I'm a worrier—talked your ear off."
Click!
The lock sprang open. The jailer shoved the heavy door.
Creaaaak.
The door swung wide, revealing a lit interior.
Barren cell, iron walls all around. Against one wall, the elf I'd been craving—arms and legs chained to the wall.
Naked, as befitted a slave.
"Ooh..."
A gasp slipped out unbidden.
Radiant golden blonde. Long, pointed ears peeking through. Snow-white skin, emerald eyes.
Flawless figure, zero excess fat. Perky C-cups a tad bigger than my palm. Pale pink nipples atop them.
Taut abs framing a cute navel. Below, a mound of golden curls. Thighs clenched tight—hair was all I could see.
'Arms and legs like sculptures. True elf. Dying to grab those ears and pound her.'
Elnoa Kreifer.
One of the original's five heroines, now mine.
She reflexively covered her breasts and crotch with her arms as we entered. Green eyes blazed at me and the jailer.
"What now?!"
Pretty voice, laced with hysteria. The stress here had worn her down bad.
"Your new master as of today. Greet him."
The jailer spoke curtly. Elnoa glared daggers at me, eyes full of venom and murder.
"This human? My master? You think I'll accept that? I'm no slave!"
Felt refreshing. The original Elnoa was meek.
'Half a year caged here... no wonder her temper soured.'
She was mild-mannered at heart, from what I knew.
I approached slowly.
"Customer. Dangerous."
"Fine."
Grabbed a fistful of her hair.
"Ugh?!"
Up close, even prettier. Doll-like beauty.
"Virgin, right?"
"Strictly managed. Guaranteed."
"Can't trust it. Gotta check myself. Elnoa. Master's first order: spread 'em."
"In your dreams! Seleck!"
Mana roiled around her. I released her hair and backed off fast.
Her mana coalesced in the air, taking form.
A fire owl made of flames.
'Mid-rank fire spirit, Seleck.'
Spirits had no fixed shape. Same mid-rank fire spirit might look like a wolf. Rank depended on power, not looks.
The flame owl flickered like a candle in the wind.
'Suppressor's working. Can't tap full strength.'
I drew a dagger.
"Customer! Back up!"
The jailer stepped forward, iron club in hand.
"It's fine. You back up."
Crackle.
Lightning sparked along the dagger. Suppressor made it taxing—smaller than I'd like.
"Seleck! Burn him!"
Elnoa shouted. The flame owl flapped at me, raining crimson fire.
'Acceleration.'
Acceleration
Used. Maintained for 10 minutes.
Acceleration didn't use mana, so the suppressor ignored it.
I danced through the Yeongcheon footwork, dodging every flame, then plunged the dagger into the owl's body.
Felt resistance, but faint. Normal attack wouldn't faze a spirit—but my blade hummed with lightning.
'Discharge.'
Lightning erupted outward. The flame owl burst apart.
"Seleck...! Aaaah!"
Elnoa screamed and collapsed unconscious. I hadn't laid a finger on her.
'Spirit took damage, forced recall—mental backlash.'
Suppressor played a part too, but she was green for a mid-rank Spirit User.
I sheathed the dagger.
"...Incredible. That speed under a suppressor..."
"Clothes for the elf? Kinda awkward dragging her out naked."
"She has her originals. Fetching them."
Once the jailer left, I let out a held breath and slumped to the floor.
Discharge drained nearly all my mana. Without the suppressor gimping me, it wouldn't have landed properly.
"No time to slack."
I crawled to the fainted Elnoa.
'Snow-white skin, spotless room—they kept her pristine.'
Reached for her pale thighs.
Clank. Chains rattled against the wall.
Good enough length.
I spread her legs. Beneath the wild golden bush, a neat pale-pink slit.
'Erogenous Zone Check.'
'Elf ears are classic. Navel and labia minora? Unexpected.'
Both hands parted her small pale-pink labia minora. Inside matched—pale pink, tiny clit. Human-like otherwise.
'There. Hymen... intact.'
Probed with a finger to confirm. Virgin, as advertised.
Pulled out quick. Fingertip grazed her spotless, unblemished anus, then roamed her body.
'Breasts and pussy no different from human. Ears are the novelty...'
Touching her stirred my groin. Already rock-hard.
"Brought the clothes... Should I step out?"
The jailer was back.
"...Nah. Just verifying."
I'll savor taking Elnoa's virginity at my leisure, back home.