## Chapter 356 – #77_Home Tutor (6)
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The witch city of Gehenna.
It’s not at all awkward to attach the modifier of abundance to this city, created to support the privileged class of chosen witches.
Beautiful natural scenery, untouched by air pollution from chemical fuels and recklessly discarded waste.
Buildings preserved for generations without being caught up in war and destruction, even if they are just inns, have their own charm and lingering feelings.
The witches of Gehenna, as well as the serving citizens, enjoyed the peace of Gehenna.
For hundreds of years.
But all abundance comes at a price.
There was a deep shadow cast over the seemingly warm abundance of Gehenna.
In this Gehenna, which seems to be filled only with beauty, there is a group being exploited in the darkness, where no one’s eyes reach and no one pays attention, to atone for their sins.
Slaves not belonging to the city hall.
They are death row inmates supported by the heads of each country who have agreements with the nobles.
Most of the slaves purchased by smugglers in Border Town are sent to the docks.
It is common for them to die before completing 10 years due to over 12 hours of hard labor a day, whipping, poor meals, no guaranteed days off, and excessive labor.
Everyone in Gehenna took this for granted.
After all, they are prisoners who committed crimes deserving of death, and they were sold to Gehenna to pay for their sins.
Before discussing whether this form of punishment is right or wrong, it was rare to raise one’s voice and say it was an unreasonable measure.
Except for those directly involved.
A shabby warehouse located in the port of Border Town.
It is practically a ruin because it has been neglected for decades due to its outdated facilities and the construction of new warehouse facilities.
The damp, dark, and shabby warehouse, due to the constant drizzle in Border Town, was reminiscent of a sewer.
If so, the voices coming from inside must be the squeaking of sewer rats.
“Enough, move aside. I want to enjoy it too.”
“You damn bastard, you’ve been rushing me like crazy. Get out of the way, you pig.”
A woman lying weakly with her legs spread on a pile of straw.
Behind her, five men lined up and two arguing.
A bonfire made of wooden boxes in the middle of the warehouse and scattered liquor bottles.
The 20 or so men gathered here were all slaves purchased by smugglers, that is, death row inmates.
“Pig? What did you just say?”
The fat man, who was arguing about who would enjoy the slave who was about to be sold to the brothel first, trembled his jowls as if he was furious.
The muscular man, who had been pressing down on the woman, also adjusted his pants and stood in front.
The pig was heavier, but the muscular man’s momentum was much more ferocious.
“You got a problem? You pedophile pig? I’ve killed guys like you in prison. You should be grateful this isn’t a prison.”
“That bastard has been showing off since he killed one or two people. Are you the only one who’s killed people?”
The pig man, who had been subtly ignoring the subtle insults, had a bit of bravado in his head today because he had been drinking.
He picks up a beer bottle lying nearby and breaks it.
At the same time, attention is focused and jeers echo.
The atmosphere was grim, but no one took this fight seriously.
“Hahaha! Look at that bastard, he broke a bottle.”
“Looks like he’s going to stab him?”
The muscular man also chuckled and took out a knife from his pocket.
“Pig, good for you. I’ve never liked you either. Tonight’s dinner is pig intestines soup.”
“You little balloon muscle bastard, showing off.”
It is not permissible for ordinary slaves to act individually, to touch a woman, or to drink alcohol.
But the men gathered here are ‘Ten-Men Leaders’, a little special even among the insignificant slaves.
Slaves are all social misfits, mentally ill, criminals, murderers, or rapists.
It was virtually impossible for smugglers to control the dregs of society, whose disposal had been confirmed by the huge system of the state.
What is the way to make lazy sewer rats who do not unite work?
It was to make the most violent and vicious among the same sewer rats the leaders.
And to promise those leaders slightly better treatment and guarantee convenience.
Of course, the price was only a small amount of preferential treatment.
But humans were selfish beings who would not hesitate to kill each other to eat one more piece of bread when they were in extreme situations, and the smugglers’ strategy was excellent.
The Ten-Men Leaders controlled the slaves in the same situation as themselves and managed even the places that the middle managers could not reach.
“Stop.”
Just as a knife fight was about to break out.
A man intervened between them.
It was the man who had been sitting blankly in front of the bonfire watching this scene.
“No, boss! You saw it too! That bastard called me a pig…!”
A skinhead with shiny, lifeless eyes.
A man with a long scar across his face.
He is the leader of the group, nicknamed Knife Jack.
“Gweck!”
He mercilessly grabbed the pig man’s neck and crushed his nose with his knee.
It didn’t stop there.
He raised his knee violently and relentlessly, so much so that the sound of bones breaking was heard several times.
The pig man, who had been screaming “Gweck,” collapsed, and Jack shook off the broken teeth stuck in his knee and took a swig from the bottle.
“If you’re not happy, you should lose weight. What the hell are you eating to get so fat like a pig?”
“Kuh…kuh… I, I’m sorry… I was wrong.”
“Yeah, what’s the point of fighting each other. We all promised to get along. You go and finish eating her too.”
“O, okay…”
Jack, who had mediated the pointless fight and patted the pig man’s shoulder as he apologized with a bloody nose, sat down heavily.
The noisy crowd had also quietly shut their mouths.
You pathetic morons.
The thought of having to spend the rest of my life with these guys makes me sick.
How long do I have to keep living like this?
For the first year or so, I dreamed of raping a haughty witch and escaping this wretched city.
But now that I know how powerful the witches are, all I can do is play the leader among these morons.
There is no hope for revenge, no future.
I have no choice but to prolong this miserable life until I die.
I think that kind of life doesn’t suit me, but I just curl up because there is no other way.
“Are you bored?”
Jack, who was drinking beer, heard the voice of an uninvited guest who suddenly appeared.
A languid voice whispering right next to him.
Surprised, he looked to the side and saw a witch.
Elegant, ivory-white platinum blonde hair with curls and jade-colored eyes.
She sits on the shabby box without hesitation, as naturally as if she were one of them, like she had been there from the start.
“W-what the….”
“Why is a witch suddenly here….”
It wasn’t as if they were doing anything particularly wrong.
Indulging in women and occasionally drinking were small perks given to them as squad leaders.
But the sudden appearance of a witch in this shabby hideout was enough to make everyone uneasy.
Murmurs and agitation spread rapidly through the place.
“What brings you here? To such a humble place?”
“To explain that, I’ll have to introduce myself.”
The suddenly appeared, attractive witch smiled brightly and crossed her legs.
“I’m a kind fairy who fulfills people’s desires. I’m also called the Witch of Desire, Bianca Verillia. You can call me Bianca-nim.”
While they were bewildered by her absurdly cheerful self-introduction,
one of the squad members who had been loitering nearby suddenly prostrated himself at her feet.
“Greetings! Noble Witch-nim! My name is Harvey! If you would take me with you, I will serve you with all my heart! Please, buy me!”
Being sold as a slave to a witch.
It was an adventure with an unpredictable future.
Some witches might use them as mere servants or sex slaves, while others might conduct cruel and legal magical experiments.
Nevertheless, Harvey risked his life.
And the others were regretting why they hadn’t been the first to ask.
They were all disillusioned with their lives as slaves.
They were envious of Harvey for taking a gamble with an action that could have gotten him killed for being disrespectful.
Everyone held their breath, watching Bianca’s reaction.
They quietly observed how this suddenly appeared witch would respond to the slave who had brazenly interrupted their conversation.
“Your name is Harvey?”
“Y-yes! That’s right! I’m healthy and can do anything you ask!”
“Is that so? You do seem quite energetic.”
Bianca reached out and caressed Harvey’s cheek.
There was no anger or displeasure in the faint smile on her lips.
“It seems a bit much to buy you… But instead, I’ll fulfill your desire. Will you look into my eyes?”
Bianca lifted Harvey’s chin, making him meet her gaze.
Her thin tongue licked her upper lip in a very suggestive way.
Fulfilling desires.
Such sweet words.
Could it be that the witch, feeling aroused, was looking for a slave to spend the night with?
Harvey, with eyes full of anticipation, met the shockingly beautiful jade-colored eyes.
“Hmm, you’re very hungry right now, aren’t you?”
“Y-yes, I am.”
Harvey stared blankly at Bianca.
It was the first time he had seen a witch so closely and directly.
She was breathtakingly beautiful.
It was as if he had been stripped of all right to look elsewhere, forced to gaze only at her beautiful jade-colored eyes.
“Hmm, I only have this right now. Would you like to eat this for now?”
Bianca pulled out a whole barbecue from her bosom, so large it was hard to understand how she’d carried it.
The thick skin was scored in a net pattern, the meat cooked crisp on the outside and moist on the inside.
Its size and condition were on a different level from the typical meat one could find in Border Town.
“Is it… really okay for me to eat this?”
“Of course, I told you. I’d fulfill your desires.”
Seeing the juices dripping from the meat, Harvey opened his mouth wide and bit into it.
This meat.
It’s incredible.
The subtle buttery flavor and rosemary scent from the crispy surface.
It was the most perfect pork imaginable.
Harvey, delighted by the exquisite taste that had graced his tongue for the first time in years, devoured the meat ravenously.
“Munch…! Munch…! Th-thank you…! I’ve never… never had such delicious meat before… The best… the best….”
Bianca, having stroked Harvey’s head as he gorged himself, turned back to Jack.
“I think that’s a rough introduction. Or is it still not enough?”
-Squish! Squish! Squish!
“I… I can’t believe it…”
“S-someone stop him…”
“How can we stop that…! You go…!”
“Ugh…!”
Then came the sounds.
The sound of chewing tough raw flesh, of bones being crushed.
The sound of swallowing the moist, hot blood inside.
The faces of everyone paled at the ominous background noise.
Some even felt nauseous.
From the moment he spoke with the witch, Harvey had begun to eat his left arm with what seemed like genuine delight.
Even as his teeth broke on the hard bone, even as the rubbery artery was severed after several chews, he didn’t care.
Harvey continued his meal for a long time, before collapsing into a pool of his own blood.
The blood that had flowed to Bianca’s feet bloomed like a flower on the toe of her white shoe.
“Do you have a better idea of who I am now?”
Even a witch wouldn’t kill someone so meaninglessly.
If there was a witch capable of such an act, there was only one possibility.
“…An exile….”
“That’s right, a public enemy who receives special treatment among them. Like you, I hold a deep grudge against the witches who live leisurely in Gehenna.”
Bianca put a cigarette in her mouth and whispered to Jack.
“Aren’t you angry? Aren’t you furious? You’ve been pushed around all this time. Are you going to live like insects until the moment you die for some insignificant crime?”
Jack looked at the witch.
He was trembling with fear, but he clearly felt it.
The person who could change this powerlessness and this sickeningly tedious life was right in front of him.
“What do I have to do?”
“It’s not difficult. I’ll give you power. The power to take revenge on the witches who looked down on you and made fun of you. If you hear my conditions… you might find them tempting?”
Bianca smiled at the trembling slaves.
