The Arrogant Slave Bitches Are First Broken Down

The three slaves, now freed from their bodily restraints, did not let go of their suspicion until the very end. But when Divine handed over the large sum of money he had retrieved from the bank, he cleanly tore up their slave certificates and burned them. With that, every trace proving the three women had once been slaves vanished without a trace.

Why? If Divine so desired, he could have subjected the three women to even greater humiliation. Yet he had released them. The three female slaves could not tell whether he truly wanted to end things here or if some other scheme was in motion.

He had completely destroyed the slave certificates. Divine had even gone so far as to mention that he could no longer interfere with their personalities. Tampering with one's personality was part of Divine's ability, but the three slaves had no way of knowing that.

As if recalling the past in which he had suffered at the hands of these three women, Divine wore an expression filled with pure hatred.

Unlike the three women, Liris, who had fallen completely for Divine, stayed by his side, acting coquettish and clingy. She was a strange woman who had willingly chosen to become a slave. In any case, priests could always be replaced.

The three women, having regained their freedom from slavery, left Liris behind and fled the inn as if escaping. At first they had been suspicious, but as they quickly put distance between themselves and Divine, they began to feel that they had truly regained their freedom.

Kate, Arona, and Becky. The three of them moved as far away as possible and settled into a quiet café.

Kate exhaled roughly and downed her iced coffee in one long gulp.

Arona, who until now had either followed Kate's lead or simply gone with the flow, looked at the other two with anxious eyes.

Becky clenched her fist tightly, her body trembling. She let out a long sigh as she sipped her iced tea.

Becky offered the most realistic plan. If Kate was the action type, Becky was the strategist. Becky would meticulously plan their strategy, and Kate would carry it out. Arona simply followed whatever the other two decided, going with the mood.

Both of them fell into serious thought, and Arona watched them anxiously, glancing back and forth between Kate and Becky.

They had spent a great deal of the money they had deposited in the bank just to escape slavery. Divine had not spent a single coin to acquire the three of them as slaves—in fact, he had profited from it—but they had no way of knowing that. They fell into deep anguish as they contemplated their uncertain future.

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But they were not given much time to worry.

Kate's eyes flashed as she spoke.

Becky nodded slightly as she listened to Kate.

Their goal was set. Kate and Becky stood up at the same time. Now that they had caught their breath, they decided to go get their certificates issued.

A certificate that objectively measured one's abilities and presented them in numbers and stats. Though expensive, there was nothing better for proving one's capabilities. They had trained hard until now. Even though there had been a long gap, they believed their abilities, honed through activity in many fields, were still fully intact.

They paid a large sum to receive the certificates and underwent the test. All one had to do was place both hands on a hexagonal crystal of concentrated knowledge. It looked simple, but creating a crystal orb that could analyze and output results required considerable magical engineering and rare materials, which was why the test was so costly.

Having spent nearly all their remaining money on the test, the three resolved to work hard to earn more as they waited for the results. They sat on chairs in the long hallway, anxiously waiting for the examiner to appear.

Twenty minutes later, a young woman in a robe emerged holding three sheets of parchment.

She maintained as neutral an expression as possible while handing out the certificates. The three women, eager to know their true strength, snatched the documents eagerly. Then their faces hardened like stone at the same time.

No Ability.

All three had received identical certificates. Upon confirming this, the three women froze on the spot like statues, struck by shock. This happened to many people. They were certain they possessed abilities, yet the test claimed they had none. In such cases, reactions usually split into two types: accepting that they had no talent and leaving bitterly, or raging in denial. These three belonged to the latter group.

The moment the woman who had brought the certificates spoke—

The three women swarmed her at once, demanding a retest. The examiner tried to dissuade them, insisting the test's accuracy was one hundred percent and that another attempt would only waste money and yield the same result. But the three women genuinely felt wronged and refused to back down. In the end, they spent every last coin they had left on a retest.

Was it because of pride? No. It was because women without abilities were treated as disposable goods in the empire. Once they received certificates proving they had no power, there was no telling when or where they might receive a conscription order from the empire and be forced into who-knows-what kind of labor. Out of that fear, and the resentment of having used their abilities perfectly fine until they became slaves, they demanded the retest even if it meant spending all their money.

And so they became completely penniless.

As expected, the retest only cruelly confirmed once again that they had no abilities. They kept insisting they possessed powers that did not exist. The examiner came to see them as women trying to avoid imperial conscription. Lately, more and more people had been pretending to be someone else's slave or faking abilities simply because they did not want to die. At this point, the examiner glared at the three women with cold eyes.

At those words, the three women's faces twisted. Their expressions were filled with terror, fear, and bewilderment.

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I am relaxing in a comfortable inn, enjoying Liris's devoted service. Am I simply resting? No. I am monitoring the three women's conditions in real time. When the status window informed me they had fallen into crisis, a smirk naturally rose to my lips.

They had no idea they could never escape from my grasp, and now they had lost their abilities? At this moment, the three women had overpowered the examiner who had threatened them and fled. It seemed they planned to leave the town where the academy was located; they were walking quickly toward the outskirts. Running would draw attention, so they moved at a brisk pace, blending into the crowd as they tried to escape the large city that housed the academy.

But beyond the city lay fields filled with dungeons and monsters. Thanks to my skill, all of their abilities are currently sealed. I wonder if they can even make it out. And even if they do, can they survive more than a day? No. Those slaves, terrified of death, will come crawling back to the great city. In the end, they will be captured by the soldiers. To avoid conscription, they will have to prove they belong to someone. And that will lead them straight back into my hands.

They will return of their own accord, kneel before me, and personally prove that they are slaves. But I will not accept them so easily. I intend to torment those bitches until their minds completely collapse.