(Limbs and Limbs Cut Off) Saint， Will You Forgive Me for This Too？ 6

Chapter 6 – Hello Slave

5.

Oh my goodness. What is this blanket? Has your face been like that all day? Ah… Do not speak I thought you were very angry again, and I was scared and couldn’t come back.

The caregiver’s words made her mouth water. It looked like it would vomit. Its foreshadowing. My stomach is spinning and my head is dizzy. Swallowed saliva Saliva kept coming out. Swallowed again Sophia didn’t want to look directly into the caregiver’s face.

Last night. A fly landed on her face. It was strange. Sophia shook her head to drive the fly away, and the fly whacked for a while before landing back on Sophia’s face. On the marks where the soup flowed.

“I’d rather have died.”
“Yes?”
“You wouldn’t have looked at me that way.”
“What are you talking about, Miss Gracia?”
“I’m sorry.”

Having said that, Sophia closed her mouth. She tried to talk her out, but she just couldn’t.

“No. I want to eat breakfast. Because I didn’t eat dinner last night.”

Sophia laughed hard.

She still needed a caregiver.

No, I was in a position where I had to be cared for by someone for the rest of my life.

*

Brisk morning.

Carl Leben quietly opened his eyes. Last night was quite fruitful. Today, I plan to talk to the slave I bought yesterday. In addition, Sophia also had to start preparing her to get her hands on her. I cut off my limbs while avoiding the eyes of others, but I’m worried that the people will stick to them.

Even if you just look at the young warrior. Lloyd went around smiling her eyes at the other female party members while eating with the big witch of the party. She used to vomit in disgust at her barrel, which boasted that she was a warrior. She had to do her best to split him up in the middle when Lloyd tried to make that kind of dash to Sofia as well. She’s trying to seduce an innocent kid. Bitch.

It was fortunate that he seemed to have completely given up on her mind now, but if he tried to smother Sophia, he would cut off his head on that day.

“Did it happen? How are you Do you think he woke up?”

Carl went down to the basement asking the spirit. The spirit jumped out of fear. Shit. I don’t catch

Carl was not staying in the imperial palace, but in a mansion he had purchased with his own money. It is a neighborhood with many high-ranking aristocrats and outbuildings of the imperial family nearby. A large mansion with a lake in the garden and a house with a three-story structure. Even if it’s underground, it’s a place with all kinds of facilities.

He hired a gardener and a housekeeper. He selected volunteers from among the guild members, but there were more applicants than expected. When he said that living with the Great Hero was an honor in itself, even the swords of the world almost dangled in shame.

Anyway, a new family member came into the house a few days ago as of yesterday. Aria, the girl I bought at the auction house. To be precise, Aria Esse Apeiron.

The daughter of Demon King Gallia Esse Apeiron
It was a slave that Carl Leben took the time to purchase yesterday.

Smart. Carl Leben knocked on the door to the room where her aria was locked up. The cellar was very large, and the knocking on the door resounded hollowly.

“Are you awake? Hmm. Therefore. Can you tell me what I should call you?”
“… Go away.”
“This. That’s not it.”

Carl opened the cellar door. Not good for detection. It is a different eye from the little witch Maya. If Maya’s eyes were clear and transparent, resembling jewels, Arya’s eyes were the color of dark blood. If I had to compare it, I’d say she’s like a rose. However, since her hair was bright red, it was safe to say that she resembled Maya’s eyes.

Ruby-like hair. I wonder how much I’ll get if I cut it off and sell it, but I’ll put up with it for now.

“You are a slave.”

Carl kindly bent her knees to Arya’s eye level. Carl’s pitch-black eyes met Arya’s frightened crimson pupils as if they were about to devour them.

“Master. Did you wake up? It must be said that it is correct. It’s because her father wasn’t there, so she wasn’t properly educated at home.”
“이, 개새끼가.”
“Oops. Sadly. I can’t help it, I’ll let this master take over his father’s role and educate him.”

Match.

Arya, who was slapped on the cheek, put on a blank expression. The miasma in her eyes disappeared in an instant, and her water filled up. The knife was said to be easy, but she was a knife by the standards of a knife, and she had never been beaten.

“Ah?”

It was for this purpose that slaves were purchased. So being moderately arrogant is actually a good thing. Carl gave a satisfied smile. Aria’s cheeks were soft, but the cheeks had a sticky taste. Actions that Sophia could not do yet.

When Carl ventured out with his comrades, he met his sadism against his enemies. Some of them were things like the Ou who screamed when his leg was cut, the succubus who died because he shoved a knife instead of his cock into his mouth, and the Wyvern who cut off his wings and legs and made him eat porridge by breaking an egg in front of him.

If you were going to buy a slave, it was better to be able to harass you without guilt. The demons enjoyed cannibalism. The human species was a kind of ‘delicacy’ to them. Just as people eat the liver of a goose, the demons felt the taste by rolling human eyeballs on their tongue, and sprinkled the brain of a child as if using sturgeon eggs as seasoning. Dogs.

So this is right. Well, in fact, it doesn’t matter even if it wasn’t a legitimate thing. Carl was a badass who killed people for money even before he went on an adventure. Now, I confess, the warrior could not kill the sword, so he only received it as a companion.

“Ah… Green onion.”

Arya muttered with a distraught expression. Oh, did her demons also have a soul? It’s something worth exploring.

Do you guys deserve to suffer? Carl whispered in Arya’s ear. Arya trembled. “Fat… Please.” Since she was hit by one blow, did she realize her situation? It’s a respectful word. Carl looked disappointed.

“What is it that breaks so easily? What about your anger towards your father’s enemies?”

Carl caressed Arya’s horn. Since she is still a demon at a young age, only two fingers have grown. It is almost impossible for demons to think rationally without horns. It will become a idiot. Because of this, demons with their horns cut off were often sold in the slave market. Perhaps Arya would have become like that, I don’t know.

I guess that’s a bit of a waste. I don’t know if I’m suffering properly if I become an idiot. There is also a limit to the amount of pain that can be inflicted.

“There are quite a few people who want to grind this horn. Especially the daughter of the Demon King.”
“Why why… “
“This is a mass of magic? Hey that would be nice Yep. Do you use it as a medicine or as an aphrodisiac?”
“Uh, no… “
“Could you speak straight? I keep cutting it down and damn it.”
“Sorry. Sorry.”
“Right, can you speak properly?”

As Arya trembled, the knife grabbed her chin. The face of the critic. Arya couldn’t find any warmth in her expression. Her beautiful face moved here and there. She opened her mouth to catch her tongue, and her sword cut her.

“Hmm. Good.”

Tears welled up in Arya’s eyes.

“Let’s learn work from tomorrow?”

A sense of dread enveloped her.

*

“Look, her mouth isn’t that way… “
“Ah really. It’s annoying.”
“… “
“How about doing this? When I scoop it up and hold it, Sofia-sama sticks out her head to find it and eat it. How is it?”

The caregiver took out a book and moved the spoon roughly while reading. Food smeared on Sophia’s lips. Like a child Sophia felt like she was about to break down mentally. Why should she be treated like this? Why did I suffer so much?

When the caregiver scoops up a spoonful of soup and holds it up, Sophia moves her head forward like a woodpecker to eat, then pulls it back. Then the caregiver scoops the soup with a spoon again…

Do I have to live like this for the rest of my life? Forever?

Really?

“Hey.”
“Yes? Ah. I was surprised that you suddenly talked to me. I spilled all the soup.”
“… Can you call the princess for me?”
“Oh, there’s no way I could do that.”
“If Sophia Gracia is looking for you… “
“I can’t, I can’t. The princess isn’t the daughter next door.”

Sophia was dumbfounded. Seeing the caregiver brushing it off without even thinking about trying it made me feel like a fire was burning inside.

“Then a knife.”
“How do I know where he is?”

That’s right. But the attitude of the person who said it is the problem. It was so obvious that he didn’t even want to listen. Sophia managed to control her trembling heart. She didn’t shed any tears even the day before she killed the demon king, but it seemed like she was crying often these days. She shouldn’t show weakness.

Huh?
Can’t you be weak?
Why?
Because I’m a hero
Why?
I didn’t want to be a hero either. Why? Why? Why?

“What are you doing. Aren’t you eating?”

Sophia is depressed today.

Even though it’s morning
I hate myself for hoping that tomorrow will be a little less gloomy.