CH 7

「Oh, it’s moving…..it’s moving….」

In the courtyard of our house, Roast, a redhead fishkin, was trying to move her newly regenerated right arm little by little.

Having scales is a fishkin’s characteristic and she herself has scales from the gills on her neck, to her fingertips. Her freshly regenerated right arm doesn’t have scales yet though.

The newly regenerated limbs are underdeveloped in many ways.

What is important for the treatment of defects is the patient’s rehabilitation.

I can use healing magic so we’re going to use spartan-type rehabilitation.

「fu……..fu……..fu……..fu……」

Next to her is Mince, a former regular soldier who had been burned all over. She’s doing some squats with her newly generated left arm.

When I bought her, I had no idea what her race was, given how bad her burns were. It looks like she’s a scalekin.

Scalekin in general, is an incredibly strong race with short tails and tough s.c.a.l.e.s covering their entire body.

They are strong, hard-hitting, slash-resistant, fire-resistant, and poison resistant but are weak against cold.

As for their heads…..

Well, in a mage war, they are like bonus characters because they are resistant to fire but you can immobilize them by pouring water.

Against regular soldiers, they are hell incarnate given their unrivaled strength.

She says she had no memory of it when she returned to her parent’s house after being honorably discharged from the army after being burned to crisp by a fire dragon. Her family probably sold her.

Her price was a real bargain.

「Ugh…..guh…..」

And now, I’m currently treating Chicken. She said that the alchemist pulled her internal organs.

Chicken’s mouth was gagged tightly.

It hurts like hell to have your internal organs regenerate.

If she would go wild because of pain, she might bite her tongue off which would add more items to my to-do list.

I wish I had access to sleeping or pain-killing magic…..

I haven’t learned that in school yet so sorry.

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I searched inside Chiken’s skinny body with detection magic.

There are so many organs that have been removed: the magic organ, kidneys, lungs, liver, gallbladder, pancreas and more.

It’s like the guy who performed the procedure made a few adjustments at the last minute to keep her alive for a few weeks.

Chicken’s whole body is being revitalized while her internal organs are being regenerated.

Chicken flails in pain but the oak bed she’s strapped to doesn’t budge.

Pickles, the centaur, anxiously holds her hand and pats her head but she’s probably unconscious now.

The day ended with the regeneration of her kidneys and liver.

We fed her, put some meat, and then, try again.

It’s easy to break someone but it’s hard to cure them.

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Three weeks later, there they are. Safe and sound and fully recovered….

The teary-eyed Chicken said that her internal organs were removed under the watch of the head of their house.

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「At last, young master’s debaucherous hobby finally helped the house. It’s not easy to find a very cheap slave who can calculate and is familiar with how a merchant family works. I’ll give you a budget so please go and buy a few more.」

「I’m already exhausted from all the healing magic I’ve used. I’m just lending her to you. I want her to do accounting for my business so pay me back by teaching her bookkeeping.」

「Don’t forget your promise that I could borrow her during the busy season. Also, don’t make the mistake of sending her with your adventurer and let her die.」

I can only nod reluctantly as this good-looking sarcastic guy with gold-rimmed glasses said those.

Slave Chicken was a good purchase. However, she’s not good enough to be an immediate asset to the business.

She had been sold in the middle of her training as a merchant so she was exquisitely lacking in terms of knowledge and ability.

Therefore, I decided to give her an on-the-job training by helping with my parents’ business…..that head butler seemed to have taken a liking to her.

Whether it was to buy sweets or money to go watch a play, I always get them from that butler. I could not complain because he’s the one handling our money.

According to our agreement, they’ll borrow her out to the store during the busy season.

Well, they’re just borrowing her so let’s agree to the head butler.

Also, it’s not me who’ll have to work hard but Chicken so I have no problem with it.

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As for the other slaves…..

「Again, 50 vertical swings using the spear, ready!」

「What! I can’t even lift my arms anymore!」

「Don’t worry! Master will heal you later!」

「Stop relying on young master to heal you after you abuse your body!」

「…….can…..not…..」

「Vongo-chan, are you okay?」

The former regular soldier, Mince, was in the middle of her military-style training.

Mince, who had fully recovered, first beat up the fishkin Roast, who had been acting like a thug. She beat her up to tight the knot of hierarchy.

Then, for some reason, she declared, “Training is indispensable in life” and voluntarily began swinging her spear.

Pickles, a centaur, and Vongo-chan, a birdkin, were the oldest slaves in the house but they were moderate and followed Mince’s lead saying, “Since it will make us strong, we’ll do it.”.

Roast was beaten up again and was thrown to the ground. She fainted in agony.

After that, the slaves began to find time to continue training until their bodies were really busted.

Just looking at the sidelines, I know it is hell….

It’s like a black company warrior taking over a white company of beastkins….

Chicken, who saw their training, said, “I’ll do my best with my tasks so please don’t throw me in that hell!” and became more and more devoted to her work.

It was indeed heartbreaking so I banned training on days off and limited the training to once every three days.

Roast looked at me with even more respect compared to the time I regenerated her arm….

I guess increasing my likeability for doing something like this is fine….

Well, nothing’s lost so it should be.