Volume 4 - CH 6

Cyclo was almost speechless when he saw the status slave girl.

First of all, her clothes were too shabby. Her body was covered with rags, which were too dirty to be called rags, her hair was shaggy, and her body smelled foul.

Her body is thin and emaciated, and it is obvious that she is not even treated as a human being.

“……Hey, what’s the meaning of this?”

“It is required by law. There are rules on the part of the slavers to treat those with job skills that are harmful to the state religion, such as the “Wicked Believer,” in such a terrible manner.”

Cyclo’s head was boiling with anger when he heard about the rules, which were so terrible.

Until now – Cyclo had felt that he had been quite unhappy because he had acquired an unknown job skill of “Clock User”.

However, when he looked at the girl in front of him …… he realized how blessed he was in comparison to her.

I was deprived of the freedom to choose my job. I was dropped into unwanted circumstances. As a result, I was betrayed by many people in turn.

But – I was not deprived of the freedom to live.

Cyclo lived each day according to his own free choices until he fell into criminal slavery and was plunged deep into the Deep Hole.

Still, Cyclo thought he was the unhappy one – but compared to this girl, he was too blessed.

The thoughts were going round and round in Cyclo’s head, and anyway, only a strong anger was growing.

This anger included the fact that he had always believed that there was no one worse off than he was.

At the same time, he was angry at the country, at the world.

Why should this girl be forced to suffer such a terrible fate just because she had the job skill “Wicked Believer” forced on her?

Cyclo was able to assure him that this was wrong.

This country, world, religion, that judges people based on their job skills alone — including the skill giving god.

Everything is wrong, Cyclo thought.

“–I’m going to buy her.”

“Yes?”

“I said I’ll buy her. Please do the procedures.”

“Y-Yes, sir!”

The slaver, who probably did not expect Cyclo to purchase the child, starts to move in a hurry.

While the slaver is preparing for the sales contract and slavery magic, Cyclo walks up to the girl.

“–What’s your name?”

Cyclo asked, trying to sound as gentle as possible.

“…… Mist. Mist Carmine.”

“Mist. That’s a nice name.”

Saying this, Cyclo stroked the dirty girl, Mist’s head, not caring that his hands would get dirty.

The movement frightened Mist and made her tense up.

“Don’t worry. I would never hurt Mist.”

“…….”

Mist, perhaps not believing Cyclo’s words, remains tense, clenching her fists and trying to stifle her fear. 

Seeing this, Cyclo – thinking that he must make her understand more fully, he hugs Mist’s body.

“…… eh?”

“Don’t worry. I’m going to protect Mist from now on. I’m going to beat the crap out of anyone who tries to hurt Mist because of her job skill.”

Perhaps Cyclo’s earnest words had a positive effect, and Mist’s reaction softened slightly.

“Thank you very much, …….”

Mist relaxes a little bit after saying that.

She still looked nervous and wary, but Cyclo thought that was okay for now.