Chapter 13
Chapter 13
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 13
Chapter Title: Let's Go Feed the Sow! Part 1
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So somehow time passed, and just barely past noon, my welding work came to an end.
"All that's left is to pray that this turns out okay as is, I suppose?"
From the start, I had no blueprints or anything like that—I'd just roughly slapped it together based on the impulses in my head. The result was so embarrassing it barely qualified as a product, just a scrap-heap contraption a smidge better than worthless junk.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ Hmm... Scrap metal welded together here and there, with mithril chains? No clue what this tool even is... but since it's the Breeder's idea—he's obsessed with the Female Knight—it's gotta be some vulgar contraption! I could practically see the smug SD Character lording it over me like she had me all figured out, but I ignored her as best I could and headed back to the Pigsty.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ So, what's the afternoon training session gonna be? Just finished, heh heh... That tone, complete with the SD Character popping up with a speech bubble saying "No naughty stuff!", made it clear she was eagerly anticipating something. No doubt picturing me ravaging the Female Knight's virgin pussy.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ *Gulp!* "...For real?"
I tossed a casual reply at the SD Character, who was desperately popping up denial messages the moment I finished speaking, and headed to the brick house a bit below the Pigsty.
I'd heard from Mom that the house was finished the day I was born and that we'd lived there until I was a few years old, but it was so long ago I had no memories of it. Just your average brick house with no special nostalgia attached.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ What? You said you'd do afternoon training—why head home? You're not planning to just leave her be and take a nap, right? "Gonna feed the Sow too, and I need some extra tools, so came to grab 'em."
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ What about that scrap lump you just made?? "Told ya that's for tomorrow. More importantly, what should I feed the Sow...?"
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ Just like a proper pig, feed her food scraps, right?! Come to think of it, this one was surprisingly ruthless—no pity whatsoever. Kidnapping someone and then brazenly suggesting food scraps?
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ Why, you know! In that naughty novel the Breeder read at 15, they starved the captured Female Knight to weaken her body, then struck at her mind when she was vulnerable... Starve her to weaken her mind?
Truth is, the easiest way to control beasts is through their feed.
These days it's automated, but before that, when I hand-fed them daily, I was a true love-hate figure for the pigs.
Sure, even now if the device glitches, I still deliver feed myself.
Anyway, to the pigs, I was the guy who showed up to jab them with needles or sell them off—something to flee at the sight of.
But at the same time, I was the one and only source of water and feed. A god incarnate.
As time passed and they matured, some clever ones would approach when I wheeled in the cart, knowing it was chow time—only to bolt if I reached out empty-handed.
But that's a story for pigs already on someone's dinner table.
Feed is a major pillar in establishing clear dominance over livestock.
But if I thought that'd work here, would I be rambling like this?
"Trying to control a Female Knight—not just any female—with feed? What could be dumber?"
History's full of greats who starved in prison rather than eat from their captors.
For a mere pig, maybe. But for this Female Knight I'm turning into my loyal Sow? No way "Obey or no food!" would fly.
Starve her? What is this, kid's play?
"Guess I'll just stir-fry whatever's in the fridge."
Kimchi, green onions, a few cans of ham, and rice.
Fried together, an unbeatable combo that couldn't taste bad if it tried.
It's her first day, and after that fiasco, this shows some sincerity.
As the saying goes, sincerity moves heaven. A Master who cooks personally? Even a Sow might submit gratefully.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ Breeder! What?
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ Bullshit gets sickening if you overdo it, y'know? ...Fucking bitch.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ A little time later, with Eleonora's meal prepped, I headed straight to the Pigsty where she was.
I grabbed the door handle that had kicked off my new daily routine—and what jumped into view were pigs bizarrely clustered together.
"What the hell is that?"
Worried they'd eaten something bad as a group and might get sick—ruining everything—I rushed to the pen for quarantine checks. But contrary to expectations, all the pigs were fine.
-Groooaaaan?!
-Squeeee!!
-Squeeeal!!
So healthy, in fact, that at the sound of my footsteps, they freaked out and scattered like ants from a disturbed nest.
Once all the pigs fled, there in the center of where they'd gathered was Eleonora—flattened face-down on the floor, per the rule I'd set before leaving: walk on all fours.
"Super popular with the males, huh? Like living naked that much? Why aren't you wearing clothes?"
"Because of the trick you pulled on me—! Hoo..."
Looked like the pigs had swarmed due to the female pheromones she was unconsciously giving off.
Like iron filings to a magnet, these gelded losers gathered just because they smelled a female in heat.
"Hurry and undo that trick on my arm! How dare you—how dare you treat my hand like a pig's forepaw!"
"Oh? You noticed?"
The rule read: [Sows walk on all fours.] But where do Sows have hands? Forepaws, obviously.
"Doesn't it make sense for a Sow to walk on all fours?"
Eleonora's killing intent toward me sharpened.
But true to her knightly nature, was she accepting her situation and gearing up to turn the tables? She stared hard at the kimchi fried rice in my hand, then...
Suddenly spoke with contemptuous eyes.
"...I knew it. You filthy bastard."
"Huh? Suddenly?"
Fluffy and perfectly fried—not to mention plated prettily on one of the few fancy-looking plates in this house—and her response was enough to stun me.
"The psychology of base scum treating slaves is obvious. You're just gonna feed me that garbage to feel superior, right?"
"No, hey!"
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ Heh heh, food scraps, she says! Tee hee hee! I'd put real thought into this, but "food scraps"?! It's the best dish I can make! Even used green onion oil to fry it up nice—and it's that pathetic?
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ Cultural difference! That Sow's probably eaten bread her whole life—never touched rice like this! Especially not in a pigsty reeking this bad. Easy to misunderstand! Fair enough, that tracks.
Judging by the armor, her world's tech level was about medieval Europe.
Probably the type to insist the Earth is flat if asked.
Even if she knew rice existed, being summoned to a Pigsty was the problem.
I'd taken pig shit stink for granted, assuming she'd be fine with it too.
"Still pisses me off. Real pisses me off."
"Hmph."
At first, wary it might be poisoned, I'd planned to eat a spoonful myself to reassure her. But dismissing my masterpiece as trash? Time to punish this brat—
'Wait, hold up?'
Actually... good opportunity?
"Heh heh heh, so you're refusing your daily bread right now?"
"You think I'd eat that garbage you dare call food? Those who've reached my level can go a month without eating or drinking—no issue."
"Oho... You can control your hunger?"
Some fantasy novel trope?
While I pondered, Eleonora—who still gleamed in her slightly soiled armor, waddling like a brooding duck—smirked coldly, thinking she'd one-upped me.
"If you got that, get lost. To begin with..."
"?"
"It's not even been a full day—or half a day—since you kidnapped me, and you're starting with food scraps? You third-rate hack, babbling about 'training'—trying to defile Eleonora Crofte?"
I never planned scraps, bitch.
But thanks to her, a great idea hit.
"Time for punishment. Keeps forgetting her place and crawling up—infuriating."
"A coward who can't touch me without tricks like this."
Eleonora turned away with a snort, provoking me. But does she know what I added to the pen rules while she was distracted?
"Yeah? Guess I have no choice. Can't bear to watch my cute Sow starve, so I'll force-feed you if I must."
"As if I'd eat that—"
"Even if I lift the restraint on your body... and let you wear clothes?"
A flicker of hesitation crossed Eleonora's cold glare.