Chapter 250: The Summit (3)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 250: The Summit (3)
It was one bizarre situation after another.
The guards, meant to protect the representatives of each nation, were kneeling before someone else.
To make matters worse, the one they knelt to was none other than the Slave Reaper, a key figure in this very summit. It was unbelievable.
“You’re the Slave Reaper?”
“That’s right. I heard you were talking about me, so I came to watch. Don’t mind me, please continue.”
“What utter nonsense. Do you think I’d miss the chance to capture a villain who throws the world into chaos, now that he’s walked right into my hands? Knight Commander!”
The Knight Commander, Luke, took his stance and charged in an instant. Just as he swung his sword diagonally, aiming for Karami’s neck…
Poof!
With a burst of smoke, the sword turned into a single flower.
“What?”
“Oh, a flower from the Knight Commander himself. I’ll gratefully accept it.”
Karami took the flower with a sly grin and sniffed its fragrance.
“Knight Commander, what are you doing! Subdue that man!”
Luke couldn’t move. Sensing the flow of mana, his gaze shifted to Mirabelle, who was standing behind Karami.
The moment he met the eyes of the politely standing maid, his heart lurched violently.
It was a silent warning to the one who dared raise a blade against her master. He had a gut feeling that with a mere gesture from her, the next thing to turn into a flower wouldn't be a sword, but Luke himself.
Under Gregory's wary gaze, Karami strolled around the conference hall as the kneeling slaves rose one by one.
Rin kicked the base of the chair Hilde was sitting on.
“Hey.”
“What.”
“Get up. Let the Master sit.”
“You fuc…”
The curse rose to the tip of her tongue, but she didn't have the nerve to spit it out. Hilde grumbled as she stood up.
“Master, sit here.”
“Thank you.”
Karami sat in Hilde's seat.
“Hello, everyone. I see some familiar faces. Lord Wolfram, have you been well?”
“Of course.”
“And you, old man?”
“At my age, I'm working without a moment's rest, you brat.”
Gregory's expression filled with bewilderment as he watched the leaders chat amicably with the Slave Reaper. They looked like old friends.
“What is the meaning of this? Why are you speaking so cordially with the Slave Reaper?”
“He is a benefactor to our Doomheim. It is only right to treat a benefactor with respect.”
“He is not quite a benefactor to our Great Forest, but our children are indebted to him.”
Since Karami's visit, there had been a growing trend of elves leaving the Great Forest to see the world. If helping him could ensure the safety of the elves, they were more than willing to do so.
They still didn't know exactly what kind of person Karami was. The fact that he was a slave trader remained unchanged.
However, there was no one here who didn't know that he cherished his slaves more than anyone and intended to take responsibility for them as their master.
Karami's and Gregory's eyes met.
“I'm not going to make some grand declaration about abolishing the slave system. I'm not an enlightener, nor am I a politician.”
His thoughts hadn't changed since he was first transmigrated into this world. As a master, he would liberate his pitiful slaves.
“I'm going to create a place where slaves can live in peace. And I will acquire slaves through legitimate means and take them there.”
But if, like the slaves by his side, they didn't want to leave and desired a place to stay, he would, as their master, naturally provide one.
“I don't need your cooperation or your permission. Just don't get in my way. This is a warning, so I suggest you heed it.”
*
Leaving Gregory frozen in the conference hall, as if in shock that the world itself had deceived him, everyone else stepped outside.
The slaves who had been standing guard by their representatives all abandoned their posts and flocked to Karami's side.
“So, Master? Vestia's procession was the coolest, right? Rin planned the whole thing!”
“Oh, was that it? And here I thought you were making a sacrifice for our Holy Kingdom. Thanks to you, I put it to good use. I could practically hear the number of followers in our Reaper's Order growing, you know?”
“Hey! My side made it, so why are you calling it ‘our Reaper's Order’?”
As Rin and Elize bickered as usual, Azyeth quietly slipped into the conversation.
“Rami… was I pretty?”
“You were pretty, but you need to be scolded. Did you know everyone fainted and Mirabelle had to wake them up on the way here?”
“…”
Azyeth, who had slipped in, slipped right back out.
“We meet again, Your Majesty. Has anything been troubling you?”
“Shh! What if someone hears you!”
Ivrelia, horrified, clamped a hand over Karami's mouth. The fact that she was a slave was a secret known only to a very few.
If word got out that the Elf Queen was a slave, it would be a catastrophe of epic proportions.
“To be honest, I might have gotten a bit carried away by the mood back then. If you wish, I can liberate you right now.”
“No, it's not that I dislike it, exactly…”
It might seem absurd to refuse an offer of liberation, but she had her reasons.
When the soul shackles were fastened, slaves gained a sense of psychological stability and various stats increased. For Ivrelia, who suffered daily from a heavy workload and the nagging of the elderly Elven Elders, the effects of the shackles were a significant boon.
“So you're saying you like being a slave?”
“…”
“I'll take that as a vote for the status quo.”
It was all in the phrasing. When Karami rephrased it, Ivrelia, who hadn't answered before, quietly nodded.
Karami smiled, satisfied. As expected, you should never force someone to be a slave. If they don't want it, you have to let them go.
“Hey, you son of a bitch! When the hell are you going to take this off!”
Hilde stomped right up to him, glaring as if she wanted to kill him and growling.
‘But sometimes, that's not the case.’
Hilde, standing before him, did not fall into the ‘never’ category. There were always exceptions.
“What kind of upbringing did you have to be cursing at our darling like that? Really shows the level of you beastkin.”
“Tsk. Hey, you. Come with me.”
“Ugh! How dare you! Let go of me!”
Rin grabbed Hilde by the hair and dragged her off somewhere. She was going to make her pay dearly for daring to curse their master.
Everyone gave a wry smile at the sight of a nation's princess being dragged away, unable to even resist.
“We'll be off, then.”
“Master, I'll escort His Holiness and be on my way.”
“Go ahead.”
Antonius and Elize left first.
“We should get going, too. If you ever need anything, don't hesitate to ask.”
“I will.”
“Princess, please visit Doomheim, even if only occasionally. Everyone misses you.”
“Okay.”
Wolfram departed as well.
A short while later, Rin returned. Hilde was nowhere to be seen.
“That cat. To think she transformed and disappeared the moment I looked away.”
Rin ground her teeth in frustration.
“There'll be another chance. Let's head home, too.”
“Leaving already? We came all this way, can't we hang out for a bit? I heard you only got to play with me and Azyeth.”
“Hmm, shall we?”
Karami wasn't one to turn down a bit of fun.
*
“Hwaaaah…”
A peaceful afternoon.
Karami let out a long, lazy yawn.
Several days had passed since the summit. As planned, he had secured the help of various kingdoms and even gained recognition from the Traul Kingdom.
Construction had begun on a prime stretch of plain by a river. The dwarves, a race of artisans, and the mages from the Magic Tower brought by Mirabelle were working together, deep in the throes of building.
Narsha was also steadily bringing in slaves from the market, and a hundred of them had already decided to stay.
Like the other slaves, their contracts were already complete.
As time passed and the merchant group's fame grew, the number of slaves would increase exponentially. All he had to do was wait.
The only problem was…
‘I'm bored.’
He was bored. So bored he could die.
He finally understood why the Middle Ages were all about war, gambling, and sex. There was just nothing to do.
No, to be precise, there were plenty of things he could do, but nothing he wanted to do. He had money and time, but nothing really grabbed his interest.
No matter what he did, a sense of emptiness lingered. He didn't know why.
‘I need something to spice things up.’
He couldn't get used to this monotony.
He looked around, searching for something to do. Then, his eyes landed on Elize.
“Elize.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Show me your panties.”
Elize blinked, as if needing a moment to process the sudden request, before a sultry smile spread across her face.
“You must be the only person in the world who would ask a Saint for such a thing, Master.”
“Are you going to show me or not?”
Without a word, Elize stood and approached me. She took the hem of her nun's habit and lifted it gently, slowly revealing her lower body like some forbidden archive.
Her skin was pale, a trait of her vampirism.
Her firm, toned legs formed an elegant curve, and the shadow that fell secretly in the gap between her thighs added to her sensuality.
According to Mirabelle, Elize had a big butt, and the straps of her black lace panties hung precariously on her wide hips.
Blooming delicately like a single black rose, they contrasted sharply with her white skin.
“Want to see the back?”
Elize slowly turned around. The lace wrapped down from her hips to cup her bottom, but it failed to cover it completely.
A hint of the firm flesh on the underside of her gracefully curved bottom was visible. The shadow beneath it was a magnificent sight.
Every time Elize moved slightly, her full bottom swayed along with the shadow.
“So? How does it feel to see with your own eyes the underwear of a Saint, something that is blasphemous to even imagine? Doesn't it make you want to just ravish me?”
“They're certainly pretty.”
This was exactly what they meant by a feast for the eyes.
I wanted to bury my face in them.
‘But something's missing.’
It felt like it was lacking that final two percent.
Why on earth did I still feel this emptiness?
Elize, who showed no shame in exposing her bottom and underwear to a man, wore a playful smile.
“Ah.”
A sigh of realization.
The moment I saw that smile, I understood the source of this emptiness.
I didn't just want to see panties.
I want them to show me their panties while making a face like they hate it