CH 52

“…”

No, well.

They are correct, but it’s not the same thing, and I don’t want to push people around in the first place. The reason I came here was to refresh myself.

I don’t want any raw materials, nor do I want to make any money right now.

“D-dear Master!?”

“What? It’s true!?”

And while I was thinking about how to reply, the other slaves seemed to have found me, and they immediately kneeled in front of me, bowing their heads.

Even if I tried to escape from reality, saying things like, “Yes, I’m glad to see that everyone is doing well,” the number of people kneeling didn’t lessen. It instead increased.

“This is C Squad! We’re at the Adventurers’ Guild, and our dear Master is here, check!”

“Ehh? Unbelievable! We’ll be there right away!”

I think I heard such an exchange between the former discarded slaves I have been buying periodically since then, but I’m sure it was my imagination.

Incidentally, I’ve now bought—more like I got forced to— about twenty slaves of various races.

I want these girls to have a second life where I’m not a part of it.

I sincerely hope so.

“Ah, I’m glad you’re all here, but you’re blocking the way here. Everyone stop kneeling and stand.”

“Y-yes!” x4

All the slaves stood up at once.

Don’t you girls’ clothes get stained from kneeling?

Even if it’s not exactly my fault, it’s my responsibility, in a way. So feeling guilty, I dust off the dirt from Sarah, the self-proclaimed first slave who stood near me.

Sarah then had an emotional expression and casually boasted to the other slaves around her, which turned to look at me as if to say, “It’s not fair if only Sarah gets it!”

Since they adore me as their master and say they’ll work for me instead, I was puzzled by their conflicting requests to beat the dirt off them. I pondered for a while before giving up, thinking they had their own value I could never understand. Thus I decided to clean the dirt off them one by one.

I’m sure this scene must have been quite comical… for those looking at us.

And maybe we need to have a proper discussion about why Bridgette, who wasn’t kneeling, is also in the dusting-off line.

We, who had grown in numbers, asked the receptionist to arrange a quest to disguise our original purpose of refreshment and enjoying the world and then headed to our destination.

I’ve given up on thinking if there are one, two, or twenty more people joining and instead switched to considering it a way to increase kinship with the slaves I can’t give much attention.

“So, as I asked earlier, where are we headed? If there’s anything you want, just let us know, and we’ll do our best to find it for you,” Sarah asks me anxiously.

EDN: Had to move one line from the next chapter to here for it to make remote sense. The, “Sarah asks me anxiously,” before someone asks.