Chapter 232: You Can Have Them All, Master
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 232: You Can Have Them All, Master
I had made up my mind to live in this world as a master and a slave owner.
Before, I’d lived with the mindset of, ‘I’m leaving eventually anyway, so go ahead and build a church or do whatever you want.’ But I couldn’t think like that anymore.
Therefore, I had to manage my slaves more strictly as their master.
After all, every single one of them was a monster capable of shaking the world, and all these monsters were living under one roof.
“Using your powers without my permission is forbidden, unless it’s an emergency. This especially applies to you, Rin, and you, Mirabelle.”
“Yes.”
“What gives?”
“Don’t go twisting the fates of others on a whim. And Mirabelle, don’t go peering into that book.”
The powers of these two were uniquely more dangerous, more influential, and less direct than the others.
Elize, who could command her followers at will, was in a similar category, but she was different from them. Mirabelle was mentally immature, and Rin… well, Rin was Rin.
“Do you understand?”
“I understand.”
“Mhm, I understand perfectly.”
“If you’re thinking, ‘Little Rin and Big Rin are different!’ you should probably drop that thought right now. I won’t go easy on you.”
“Fiiine,” Rin replied, her lips jutting out in a pout.
It seemed that was exactly what she had been thinking.
“If I’m busy or away, you are to consider Narsha your master and follow her orders.”
Five pairs of eyes turned to Narsha.
Their expressions clearly conveyed their displeasure.
Alfia complained.
“Why Narsha of all people?”
“Let’s all put a hand on our hearts and think about why.”
How could I treat the one who was weak and self-harming while I was away the same as the one who diligently built up a merchant group?
From what I could see, Narsha was the most normal of the six.
Was it the difference between a sub-slave and a main slave?
Not only was the weight of their stories different, but unlike the main slaves whom I had to take care of from A to Z, Narsha came from a noble background.
It seemed the space I occupied in Narsha’s heart wasn’t as large as it was for the other slaves.
Therefore, I could trust her with this responsibility.
Narsha placed a hand on her chest and bowed her head.
“I will uphold your command.”
With that, I seemed to have established the most necessary rules for now.
“Does anyone have any questions or anything they want to say to me? Hands?”
Mirabelle, Elize, and Rin raised their hands.
“I need to consume blood regularly. What should I do?”
“We have a blood pact, so do you really need to drink blood? You’re wearing the ring, too, so just drink milk.”
“Actually, I’m allergic to milk.”
Don’t lie to me.
You drank milk before you met me.
You even drank milk after meeting me because you said you hated blood.
“What’s with the sudden… Fine, drink blood then.”
“But I can’t just drink any blood. I am Master’s familiar. This body belongs to Master. The thought of letting other, filthy blood into my body is absurd.”
“That sounds an awful lot like you’re determined to drink my blood.”
“That’s right.”
Last time she drank my blood, I thought I was going to die. And she wants me to let her do it again?
What am I, a premium blood bag?
“I know what you’re worried about, but that was only because it was the first time. I won’t drink as much as before. If you’re truly uncomfortable…”
Elize’s voice trailed off as her gaze drifted below the table, to a spot that would be right at my crotch.
Her eyes narrowed as a smile played on her lips.
“Master’s milk is fine, too.”
“You need blood? When should you drink it?”
“Once a week should be enough.”
“Understood. Come find me when you need it… Rin, what is it?”
Rin, who had been waving her hand eagerly to show she also had something to say, spoke clearly.
“Rin is a beastkin. Beastkin have a mating season. Mastah has to relieve it.”
“Wait, wait. Please, I’m begging you, don’t talk about mating seasons in that form. Can you please transform first?”
“Got it.”
Rin did a somersault in the air, and the youthful version of Rin appeared.
I broke out in a cold sweat.
My whole body was drenched.
“Better?”
“Yes. Much better. Um, so… Rin’s request is for me to resolve her mating season, is that it?”
“Yep. All the other beastkin get to do it, but Rin can’t.”
I knew that beastkin who were animals turned human had mating seasons.
“But you’ve been fine without any problems until now, haven’t you?”
“Rin is also a yokai. I can suppress it to some extent by absorbing essence. That’s what I’ve been doing.”
“Then you can just keep absorbing essence by hunting demonic beasts.”
“Their essence tastes gross. I’d rather not eat at all. What Rin wants to say is… Rin… wants… to… mate… with Master.”
A sudden bombshell.
Time seemed to stop.
I had resolved to live my life doing what I wanted, but this was a bit much.
How could I do something like that with you, whom I’ve raised since you were a child? It’s shameful between family.
More than anything, the looks in the others’ eyes were so terrifying that I felt I couldn’t possibly agree.
“…For now, how about we compromise with my essence? You like my essence, don’t you, Rin?”
“If it’s Master’s essence… okay. But I can’t wait for too long. Rin isn’t an ordinary beastkin, she’s a gumiho.”
“I’ll keep that in mind. Last is Mirabelle, right?”
First blood, then essence.
What do you want now?
“If Master would permit it, I would like to become your exclusive maid.”
“You mean you want to serve me?”
“Yes.”
I breathed a sigh of relief.
Is that all?
After the last two, I thought she was going to say, ‘I want to be Master’s sex-relief maid!’
Thank god that wasn’t it.
“I would also be more comfortable with Mirabelle than anyone else.”
“Excuse me, Master.”
It was Narsha who interjected.
“Miss Mirabelle, have you ever received professional training as a maid?”
“I haven’t really learned. It’s all self-taught.”
“I thought so. In my eyes, Miss Mirabelle is severely lacking as a maid.”
I suppose that was to be expected.
Putting Mirabelle in a maid outfit was simply a matter of my personal taste.
She had been carrying a broom around and playing the part of a maid since we reunited, but there was no way she would satisfy the standards of a noble like Narsha.
“Is it really necessary to receive training? I’m not a noble, so isn’t it okay to just be adequate?”
“No! That is absolutely unacceptable.”
Narsha’s eyes flashed as she shouted resolutely.
“Master is our master and the leader of our merchant group. If the one who serves him is unskilled, it is the Master who will be shamed! I will not stand by and allow Master’s reputation to be tarnished!”
Narsha was burning with passion over the strangest thing.
Then again, this was how she always was.
“I have no intention of denying Miss Mirabelle’s wish to become Master’s exclusive maid. However, how about we entrust her with the role after she has been trained?”
“It doesn’t matter to me either way… What do you think, Mirabelle?”
“I’ll do it. I’ll become a true maid and serve my Master!”
Mirabelle showed a similarly firm resolve.
“Well… good luck with that, I guess.”
*
Karami’s next task was to form subjugation contracts with the elves Alfia had brought.
There were twenty of them.
Some looked younger than Mirabelle, while others were adults. Of course, even the youngest-looking one was probably older than Karami.
Naturally, all of them were female.
The only ones who could become Karami’s slaves were women.
Alfia understood Karami’s principles as a slave trader perfectly.
“Is there anyone here who does not wish to become a slave? If you don’t want to, you don’t have to.”
“Everyone gathered here wishes to become Master’s slave!”
“I’m a human. Is that still okay?”
“Of course! Lady Alfia told us so much about how amazing you are that our ears nearly shrunk!”
Right, I see.
If you want to, I won’t stop you.
Still, if you’re my slave, I won’t treat you badly.
With that thought, Karami placed the soul shackles on the elves one by one.
Once the contracts were formed, they checked their own conditions.
“Wow. My power really has increased.”
“I can feel the spirits more clearly. And the aura of the World Tree flowing from Master… it puts my heart at ease.”
With a contract that strengthened the slaves and the Blessing of the World Tree, their stats would have doubled if they had a status screen.
Alfia sidled up to Karami, her eyes expectant of a reward.
“How was that? I did a good job, right?”
“Throughout history, there has probably never been a person who commanded this many elf slaves. You did well. As expected, there’s no one like Alfia.”
Karami showered Alfia with praise as he stroked her ear.
Alfia moaned at the unresisted touch, her body squirming.
Feeling it would be inappropriate to continue in a public place, Karami pulled his hand away.
“Why only the elf! Rin and Mirabelle made churches, too! Give us a reward!” Rin and Mirabelle protested.
Alfia looked down on them.
“How many people are in your churches?”
“Well over ten thousand!”
“So what? They’re all beastkin, aren’t they? The value of one elf is equal to that of ten thousand beastkin. So, I’ve offered 200,000 beastkin.”
“What?”
“And these elves are all young women. Are all the followers in your churches women, too?”
Rin thought of her followers.
Half men, half women.
Among the women, many were middle-aged or grandmothers.
In comparison, what Alfia had offered were beautiful elves.
A clear defeat.
Alfia crossed her arms and sneered.
“I’m going to receive all of our darling’s love, so you all can just watch.”
“Grr. I cannot lose!”
Rin kicked off the window frame and flew off somewhere.
A moment later.
“Lady Rin? You said there was something only I could do? And why are there so many people here?”
Dragged by little Rin’s hand, not knowing what was going on, was Heukbi, the Dark Fox who reverses fate.
Rin presented Heukbi before Karami.
“Here, Mastah! This isn’t some common elf you can find anywhere, this is Heukbi, the only one in the world! You can have her, Mastah!”
“Lady Rin? What on earth are you talking about?”
“Mastah gives rewards if you offer him a pretty slave! Heukbi, you be Mastah’s slave, too!”
“Wha-? Why should I have to be this man’s slave! I refuse!”
“Rin wants a reward from Mastah, too! If you don’t do it, I’ll hate you forever, Blackie!”
Heukbi, who adored the previous Gumiho, respectfully followed her descendant, Rin.
For Rin to say she would hate her forever was like a doting father hearing his daughter say, ‘I hate you, Daddy!’
It was something that could not be allowed to happen.
“Me, a slave… How could this….”
Heukbi despaired at this irreversible fate.
But it didn’t end there.
Inspired by Rin’s impulsive act, Mirabelle piped up.
“I-I have someone, too!”
She created a portal and—swoosh—disappeared.
When she reappeared, another woman was held in her hand.
She had short, indigo hair and blue eyes. Her face resembled Mirabelle’s, but she had a more mature appearance than the girl.
“M-Mirabelle? Where did you learn magic like this? More importantly, you just got back, where are you going again?”
It was Mirabelle’s mother, Naredi.
Naredi, who had built a cabin on a mountaintop and waited eagerly for her daughter’s return, had been dragged here by Mirabelle, who had suddenly teleported in.
Amidst the bustling crowd, the only person she recognized was Karami. The moment she saw him, her eyes widened.
“Why are you here?”
“Master! This is my mom! Isn’t my mom super pretty?”
“Oh my, you’re embarrassing me in front of all these people… But what on earth is going on….”
“Mom, you should become Master’s slave, too, so we can all live together! You’ll love receiving Master’s affection!”
“Mirabelle???”
Mirabelle’s offering to her master was her own mother.
A legal mother-daughter witch threesome, approved by the daughter herself.
And it didn’t end there.
Azyeth, who had been watching everything from the back, also tried desperately to find a suitable slave to offer Karami.
But the only people she knew were the bushy-bearded dwarves of Doomheim.
“…”
Not a chance.
Azyeth grew depressed.
Why were there only dwarves?
If the dwarves had heard her, they would have said, “Now, hold on, Princess. What’s wrong with us?” But there was no one to soothe Azyeth’s heart.
“…!”
An idea struck her.
She didn’t have people, but she did have a dragon.
Skadia, reading her thoughts from within Azyeth’s body, spoke.
—What are you thinking, Princess! I am the Ice Dragon Skadia! The primordial dragon of the beginning, the guardian dragon of winter who governs ice! Do you think I would become the slave of a mere mortal!
“…sob.”
—N-No, do not cry, Princess. I was merely… Argh!
A small blizzard swirled in the room, and an ice pillar formed next to Azyeth.
Crash.
The ice shattered, revealing a tall woman of 180cm, with an appearance similar to Azyeth’s and eyebrows as white as snow.
Her very presence screamed ‘cool.’ She had the air of a queen who would crush a king’s groin with her high heel.
Patches of scales covered her skin on her cheeks, arms, sides, and thighs.
The evil stepmother from Snow White.
It was Skadia’s human form.
Skadia lifted her chin, crossed her arms, and stared at Karami.
“Human. If I become your slave, will you give our princess a reward as well? No, just give it to her.”
Skadia had entered the fray.
And it still didn’t end there.
“So that’s how you want to play? You all just wait.”
Alfia spread her fairy wings, flew off, and returned in an instant. Cradled in her arms, princess-style, was another elf who looked just like her.
“A-Alfia? Where are you taking me without a word? And I told you not to enter the queen’s chambers through the window, didn’t I?”
“Y-Your Majesty the Queen?”
The elf slaves who recognized her knelt.
“Why are all of you here… and why are there so many people… Ack, the Slave Reaper?”
It was the Elf Queen, Ivrelia.
This was Alfia’s ultimate move, born from a sense of crisis.
Alfia grabbed Ivrelia’s shoulders.
“Your Majesty.”
“Y-Yes?”
“You will become our darling’s slave.”
“…Eh?”
Ivrelia blinked, her hands clasped in front of her chest like a young girl.
“If you become a slave, Your Majesty, my darling will give me a reward… I mean, it will accelerate the revival of the elves.”
“Didn’t you just say reward??”
“You must have misheard.”
“Your Majesty! I became Master’s slave and now I’m overflowing with power!”
“That’s right, Your Majesty! Join us and become a slave!”
First Alfia, and now the elf slaves were all pressuring her to become a slave.
“A-A slave? But I’m a high elf. I’m the queen???”
“Under our darling, there’s no such thing. We’re all just slaves.”
“Eek?!”
Surrounded by the elves, the terrified Ivrelia stumbled backward. But she was blocked by a wall, with nowhere to run.
When he came to his senses, Karami found his office bustling with people.
The sobbing new slaves and the ones comforting them looked just like mothers and daughters. It was like a parent-teacher conference.
At the center of this chaos, Karami, who had long since given up on thinking and turned off his brain, beamed.
Ooh, a fox set!
Ooh, a witch mama!
Ooh, a dragon slave!
Ooh, an elf queen