“It’s not a gray elf, it’s a high elf, but it’s a little dark… … “Is there no such type?”
As I was talking, I ended up sounding like a guy who was choosing an elf slave. As expected, the slave trader was looking at Reppenhardt with eyes that seemed to see everything.
‘There’s a bit of a perverted side to me.’
There were many, many customers who came to buy elf slaves, but this was the first time I had heard of such a strange order. How serious of an elf fanatic are you that you’re so picky?
“You have unique tastes. “You want a high elf, but you don’t want white skin?”
“Well, that’s not it… … .”
Leffenhardt was embarrassed and tried his best not to look like a pervert. Of course, that’s okay. Silan glared at him as if he was shocked.
“No, you were talking about elf slavery and now you’re also considering types?”
“Well, it’s not like that… … .”
“joy! Well then. “I looked into it when you said you were coming to buy an elf.”
Silan snorted as he glanced at Reppenhardt. They said that the life of a slave would be happy, but when it came time to purchase it, it was clearly reflecting their tastes.
Suddenly, what the nun at Pilanense Orphanage said came to mind.
-All men, big or small, are perverts.
Indeed! Cilan nodded, feeling satisfied. In frustration, Reppenhardt tried to ignore Silan. The slaver smiled bitterly and slapped his hand as if he remembered something.
“Ah, there is one such Slayer… … .”
Reppenhardt asked back with a smile.
“Are there any?”
“Well, I’ll bring him… … No, do you just want to go and see it? “It’s a bit difficult to bring him in right now, so it’s a bit awkward to make him wait for a long time.”
“It doesn’t matter.”
Immediately Reppenhardt stood up. I wanted to find Siris as quickly as possible. The slaver led him out of the room.
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In the large corridor inside the auction house, Reppenhardt and Silan looked around. Silan did it simply out of curiosity, and Repenhardt did it out of fear that he might see Siris.
In the garden in the center of the corridor, young elves were seen doing gymnastics following an older elf woman. The slave dealer kindly explained.
“You have to exercise appropriately from a young age so that your child can grow into a slim body. “We are developing a variety of products using our unique exercise method, from innocent and pretty types to those with voluptuous breasts and slim waists.”
Reppenhardt inadvertently frowned, but did not notice the slave merchant leading the way. They continued walking along the corridor. As I entered the building connected to the corridor, I found a restaurant. It appeared to be a restaurant for slaves. The restaurant was empty because it was not meal time, but inside, several elf slaves were seen working hard to prepare food.
“We at Elvenheim always feed our elves with fresh vegetables and high-quality dried fruits. “Elves raised with high-quality food have a faint fruity scent on their skin.”
“I’ve explained it, so please go ahead and guide me.”
In the end, Reppenhardt burst into anger and uttered one word. The slave trader looked embarrassed and walked faster. Eventually, a large iron gate appeared, guarded by two strong men. The slaver spoke quickly.
“I came to see number 148.”
The door opened, and a large arena appeared.
“Taaat!”
“Ha!”
A metallic sound rang out along with the sonorous sound of cheers. Inside the arena, about a dozen young elves were fighting with weapons.
“These are Slayer candidates who have not yet grown up. “That’s how they practice combat.”
At that moment, Reppenhardt’s eyes widened. In the middle of the arena, an expressionless elf girl was seen dealing with elf children.
“And that female is the Slayer.”
The elf girl twists her body to avoid the children’s blades. Delicate platinum hair flutters and shines. Tears welled up in Reppenhardt’s eyes.
‘iced coffee!’
Instead of the long hair I remembered, she had short hair that reached her shoulders, and although she was dressed in filthy rags, her dazzling brilliance did not lose its shine.
“I failed to understand what was wrong. It was a defective product that was returned three times, so I couldn’t present it to customers.”
The elf children are joining forces one after another. What the children were holding were cold steel swords, but what the girl was holding was not even a wooden sword, but a club made of rolled up paper. They didn’t even give the precious product a wooden sword to avoid bruising it.
“The skills are good, but the personality is too cold and the price is too high, so the marketability is low.”
This paper club can’t even block a sword. The girl tries hard to avoid it, but each time the blade touches her entire body. Every time, fresh blood flows and stains the skin. But his face doesn’t even frown. They just indifferently avoid attacks and aim for loopholes.
“We can’t sell defective products, and we can’t dispose of them even though we spent money raising them, so we’re using them as scarecrows to help kids learn practical skills.”
Even in extremely unfavorable circumstances, with a staggered body due to not being able to eat properly, the elf girl continued to spar without losing her fighting spirit.
“If you’re going to teach swordsmanship, isn’t it an important experience to actually hit and cut flesh?”
Despite bleeding from cuts all over her body and not being able to walk properly, she still does not give up and faithfully focuses on the present.
Reppenhardt groaned and muttered.
“Si, Siris… … .”
Volume 2
Chapter 5 Past Relationships
One
It was a dark basement, a place full of various medicine bottles, strange herbs, animal corpses, and rare ores on every shelf. There, a middle-aged man and an elf woman were carefully transferring reagents into a flask. Reppenhardt and Siris were busy experimenting with magic. Instead of their usual clean clothes, they were both wearing shabby clothes, flipping through thick books and mixing reagents with serious expressions.
Suddenly Siris opened her eyes and shouted.
“uh? “You can’t mix that with that now!”
“huh?”
The shout was a little late. Reppenhardt was already in the middle of tilting the glass tube. Red liquid fell on the green ore.
pop!
A light explosion follows and a thick cloud of black smoke spreads. Siris chuckled and stirred up smoke.
“Oh, Mr. Reppenhardt! “It finally exploded!”
“Uh, why does this explode?”
Leffenhardt scratched his head. Even though the explosion occurred, there was no reaction at all from outside the basement. It was so common for something to explode in a wizard’s laboratory that even the dwarf soldiers standing guard outside the magic tower were expecting something like that to happen.
‘Oh my, your Majesty. ‘You exploded it again?’
‘Why do you always do that when you explode every time?’
‘I don’t know, that’s how wizards live.’
In the thick smoke, Siris’ nagging continued like a shotgun.
“So what if I mix the fireweed extract with the seed rock? “I told you not to do that!”
Siris puts his hand on his waist and points his finger at him. Reppenhardt rubbed his palms while holding his tail.
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“I’m sorry… … I thought it would work, but nope.”
“You said that yesterday and ate it right away!”
Whine whine whine.
Reppenhardt, who is in scolding puppy mode, is secretly watching. Siris eventually burst into laughter at that sight.
‘Oh my, why is this person so cute even though he’s old!’
For your information, the standards for cuteness for women are quite different from those for men. No, it’s not just that it’s different, it’s that men belong to an area that is completely incomprehensible. Siris, who thought the downcast, grizzled middle-aged man was really cute, smiled and took out her handkerchief.
“Come here, your face is black.”
“Umm… … .”
And he wipes the face of Reppenhardt, who is trying hard to ignore it. While he was pretending not to be able to resist and letting his face fall into her touch, he suddenly frowned.
“But how long are you going to call me ‘nim’? “Even if I just call you by name.”
Siris slightly shook her head at Repenhardt’s dissatisfied words.
“You can’t do that.”
“why?”
Siris didn’t answer. She simply smiled softly at her lover, who tilted her head.
The smile was so beautiful that Reppenhardt forgot his complaints. I was satisfied with everything just by looking at that affectionate expression towards myself.
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The person I love is in front of me.
The person I missed so much is standing right in front of me.
Her face is much younger than in my memories, but even so, there is nothing unfamiliar about her.
But that cold voice is so unfamiliar.
“You are my new master.”
Siris, who had come up from the sword fight at the slaver’s call, was glaring coldly at Reppenhardt. Her seemingly indifferent gaze, but deep within her eyes contained her infinite contempt, he looked down at her with lamentation.
‘iced coffee… … .’
Images of my past life overlapped, and a cold wind blew in my chest. She had never looked at herself like this before. With her bursting longing, she could barely keep her lover in front of her, who was only glaring at her as if he were seeing her as a dirty bug.
‘How much trouble must I have had… … .’
I have to hurry and take Siris out. The slave trader looked at Reppenhardt, who had made up his mind, and asked.
“Do you want to buy that child?”
“of course!”
The slave merchant looked even more puzzled by the firm answer. To be honest, the elf girl in front of me had scratches here and there and her clothes were dirty, so she didn’t look like anyone would want to buy it. And yet you show such a determined attitude?
‘As expected, perverts are different no matter what.’
Pervert or whatever, you are a valuable customer. A grateful customer who took care of the inventory as well! The slave merchant’s expression brightened. He bowed his head politely.
“It will be three hundred gold coins.”
Actually, it was two hundred coins, but when I looked at it, it seemed like I really liked this slayer number 148. At this point, I was greedy to sneakily eat some leftovers.
Silan, who was next to him, asked back in surprise.
“Only three hundred geunhwa? “It’s really cheap, isn’t it?”
“That’s because it’s not the right product. “We sell it because customers really want it, but I don’t want to recommend it either.”
The slave merchant answered surprisingly honestly. He is a good merchant who protects his reputation. I secretly added an extra hundred gold coins, but the value of an item varies from person to person, and for those who really want it, receiving more money is the true reward.
Of course, Leffenhardt didn’t care about the amount at all. He just wanted to get Siris out of here quickly.
“I will take you with me.”
He asked as if he remembered the slave dealer as he was in a hurry.
“Oh, would you like me to call a priest? Of course, you should at least remove the scratches… … .”
In order to provide the best elves, the Elvenheim Auction House had a long-term contract with the Church of Neptune, who worshiped Nepfurias, the goddess of the sea and embrace. As soon as you call, he will rush over and completely heal Slayer No. 148’s wounds. Originally, I thought it was a product that couldn’t be sold, so I didn’t even treat it, but now that it’s sold, isn’t it a merchant’s duty to provide the best product possible?
“No need!”
But he immediately refused. He didn’t want to receive anything in this dirty place. Since there was Silan anyway, wound healing wasn’t a problem.
Repenhardt looked back at Siris. The cold expression becomes surprisingly soft. He called to her in his gentle voice.
“let’s go.”
“yes.”
