Chapter 41 – #4-1. Aris, Han Aris (3)
After being defiled and enslaved, five years have passed. However, the occasional nightmare always presents the moment damn vividly. Aris, who came to her senses when someone shook her body, slowly opened her eyes. She had a dark complexion, perhaps not yet able to distinguish between her dreams and reality. Fortunately or unfortunately, her complexion was buried in the shadows of the dimly lit room.
“Hey.”
“…Ummm.”
“What’s wrong. You sometimes wake up later than me. You were moaning. Did you have a nightmare?”
“…”
“Ha, damn bitch. I want you to answer me.”
Ignoring the words of her size, Aris looked at the sword she was clutching. Her scabbard was as dirty as it was when she cried and cried, but the blade inside it was as sharp as it was then. Because it was a well-chosen sword that her father gave her as a gift on the day she formally learned the sword, it survived even in harsh environments.
Sureureung.
With a chilling sound, the ghastly blade slowly revealed itself.
Quick!
A single-edged sword, rare in the West Continent, cut through the wind and created a sharp sword wind. Aris, who wielded her single-edged sword better than anyone else, checked her weapon and herself, then put her sword back.
“I told you not to cut a knife in the room.”
The man nags with an expression of disgust.
It was a natural atmosphere, as if it had been like that from the beginning. The woman whose sinews were cut holds and wields the sword again, the two slaves living and mixing together in a luxurious and spacious room worthy of an aristocrat, the slave Aris holding her sword, and holding the sword, but not restrained by chains. It was as if he was saying that this was natural.
The story was long and long, but to sum it up, I received really expensive treatment. Her body is cured And she’s paying for it.
Unlike the conservative East Continent, the Western Continent was full of diversity. Aris, who thought humans were everything, resembled humans, but she saw numerous races that were clearly different from humans. Elves, a beautiful race proficient in bows and spirit magic, unexpectedly civilized and intelligent, Orcs are not monsters but close to strong barbarians, dwarves, who are ugly dwarves but are superior to anyone else in blacksmithing, as well as goblins similar to monsters from the East Continent, and their skin color is black. To the human of the skin. The Western Continent was truly diverse in its civilization members.
There were various abilities as well as races. While the East Continent mastered close-range weaponry such as swords, spears, axes, rods, and weights, the West Continent showed great achievements in unfamiliar fields such as bows, magic, and spiritism, even though the level of such close-range weapons was a bit low. Magic, in particular, is a miraculous power that turns the impossible into possible, drawing Aris’ interest.
It was natural for her to be interested in magic even though she was a top-notch swordsman. It is because it is the healing magic of the famous West Continent wizard that perfectly restored her ruined body to its former state. She had to be rehabilitated to the point of literally dying, but her hopes of regaining her former state gave the shattered Aris the driving force of her life once more.
Of course, everything couldn’t go back to how it was.
After her rehabilitation, Aris regains her vitality, but her blunt personality deteriorates and she becomes cynical and withdrawn. In a way, she could be said to have grown into an adult. Of course, in a bad way.
Her body has grown a bit too. She says that women grow quickly and stop quickly, but Aris said that she grew steadily right before reaching adulthood, so she has a longer and slimmer body than before. She even looked down on men from time to time, even though eastern Continents were smaller on average than Western Continents.
Still, she was popular. Although she is very tall, her body is well-balanced and her proportions are quite good, and the elongated waist and curves of her legs drive men crazy. She was sexy no matter what she wore, and even sexier when she didn’t. Her large breasts, which gave off a sense of her weight, stimulated her primal instinct, and her natural silence followed was well developed and attracted attention as strongly as her breasts. Her muscles weren’t overdone at all, and her body was soft for her swordsmanship and body training. Her skin also felt firm rather than hard, giving the other person a tactile feeling that they would never get tired of touching.
Despite this listing, her charm did not end there. Rather, the most attractive part of her was aside. That’s rarity. A tall, slender, well-built woman? Like Aris, her perfect body would be very hard to find, but it wouldn’t be without it. If you look for it, you will find it. There may be surprisingly many. However, the parts such as the jet-black hair unique to the eastern continent and eyes shining black like obsidian, or the somewhat pessimistic but showing off the beauty of decadence are really rare enough to be counted on one hand.
And the fact that a woman with so many charms is a top-class gladiator, that is, a super strong man, was Arisman’s tremendous charm and competitiveness that could never be replaced. A rarity with infinite value that cannot be bought with money. It was never a chance or good intention that the highest level of recovery magic that restores the body of a disabled person whose tendons were cut was given to Aris, a slave. She was an investment and a deal with quite a lot of money.
Slowly, as her door opened, Aris, who seemed to be ignoring any interference from the world, reacted and turned her head.
“Aris.”
“Master.”
When a man entered, Aris lightly bowed. It was a nod of her head to say it was her bow, but she could guess her man’s position just by the fact that he greeted him first.
Colosseum Master, Baron Crest.
The Master Aris was talking about was an abbreviated Master of the Colosseum. It was a serious enemy because she was also her master, but Aris had never treated Baron Crest as her master. Baron Crest also treated her as an equal trader rather than her slave. Both were extraordinary people in many ways.
The baron willingly treated Aris, who had only her defiled body, and Aris kept her Colosseum gladiator contract according to her baron’s will, even though her own worth was astronomical. For investments and contracts, the two had quite a bit of flexibility in their actions. Of course, it is clear that it is a hard relationship without affection.
“You know there’s a match today, right?”
“Yes. What match?”
“Lady Night.”
“…”
“After the game, wash up thoroughly. Apply some balm. Well, I’ll take care of myself. It’s not the first time.”
Aris showed her blatant dislike, but eventually nodded her head. It’s not the first time she does it, as he says, and it’s not something she can refuse to do if she doesn’t want to do it.
“Oh, Aris who dresses up. You’re so damn good. If only I had money…”
“Dub, you have a match too. Don’t play, get ready.”
Aris and her roommate Dub, who intermingled with her, listened to the baron’s nagging and stood up, frowning.
“Oh, look at the tone. The temperature difference between him and me isn’t too great.”
“Are you and Aris the same?”
“It’s so dirty. I can’t live in a world like a dog. Whoopcha!”
Dub raised his big, muscular body. Although he spoke quite comfortably with the baron, he was clearly a slave gladiator in the Colosseum. In other words, it is a master-servant relationship with the baron. It’s just that he is treated as much as he is in the strongest position now. If you neglect training, if your body becomes dull, your downfall will happen in an instant. Although he complained with his mouth, Dub knew it better than anyone else.
The baron took his eyes off Dubb, who had started to do his job, and returned to Aris. There were traces of The B mixed with her body all over her body, but that couldn’t hide her natural beauty. It’s like this now, it would be much more beautiful if it was clean.
“Aris.”
At the baron’s words, Aris met her eyes. The Baron, who was about to nag her like he had done with Dub, swallowed her words. Her cold but sincere, her nagging at her is beyond meaningless and only backfires on her. His pride does not allow him to lose money through ineffective slips of the tongue.
“Hmmmm, nothing. Just do what you always do.”
“Okay.”
The baron moved first as he looked at him as if he had something else to do.
“Then we’ll see you at the arena.”
“Huh.”
Drooling.
The appearance is good, but the security seems rather lax. After closing the door, the baron came out. Coming out of a room that smelled like a mixture of men’s and women’s scents, he felt both refreshed and somewhat regretful. He involuntarily recognized his erect penis and calmed his excitement as he walked down the aisle.
Aris. There was no way he could not not lust after her with her beautiful face and body, more than any of the noble ladies who had lived under her care all her life. Although her baron was her Aris superior, he admired her like the rest of her heart. He is strong and beautiful, yet has a decadent beauty that is tainted by her world. The smell of her body in her room was too strong a temptation. She envied her and Jeanne Dub.
However, he persevered, realizing that he was a Colosseum Master. Just as a fruit vendor doesn’t eat his own fruit, so he shouldn’t touch Aris more than anyone else. It didn’t matter if it was stubborn. That stubbornness turned him from a mere baron into a Colosseum master.
The Colosseum was the shadow culture of the most famous aristocrats in the Western Continent. Even the royal family visits from time to time. It was not a collateral brat whose kinship was difficult to determine, but a direct royal descendant who had the right of succession. As such great titans come, the Colosseum Master is treated much higher than the actual title. He was respected by a count who went beyond being proud and even arrogant, so it would be different for each kingdom, but at least he was a count.
It was famous before, but not to this extent. The popularity of the Colosseum has grown so much thanks to Aris, who just announced her participation.
The staff of the Colosseum, who had been catching up to the side, followed behind.
“Today is a very important day. There is Aris’ Lady Night Match.”
The baron told everyone without specifying anyone.
“It has to be perfect. As always, it has to be even more perfect today. It has to be clean without a speck of dust, it has to come right out wherever you find it. You have to recognize who it is even when you’re wearing a mask, and the contestants have to be in top shape. I dare to emphasize once again the obvious fact that the ‘after match’ must also be perfect.”
Aris. The most popular person in the Colosseum and the most powerful. Her appearance also meant her emergency duty for the Colosseum’s staff. Because on the day she competes, the average status of her Colosseum-goers rises exponentially.
“Today’s work situation is Glory. Move!”
Employees move in unison. Even if you look like that, they are all high-ranking guys, so giving orders to others is their job. There was no way their rank was low since they were the ones who directly listened to the orders given by the Colosseum Master, who even the count could not ignore. However, when the Glory situation fell, they were clearly nervous. There are several levels of working conditions, with Glory being the highest level.
Working situation Glory is that the royal family is coming, and that the powerful of the powerful, closely related to the throne, are coming.
I mean.
‘Aris.’
She must have been caught by the female attendants who had arrived by now and was being groomed with a sullen expression.
He smiled unconsciously.
The world’s most enchanting gladiator, attracting even the mightiest heir to the throne. She is the luckiest thing in the baron’s life.
…
Elsewhere there are shadow cultures, shadow shows. It was not uncommon to see gladiators fighting to the death or openly humiliating a woman in the middle of an arena.
The reason why famous nobles visit the Colosseum is because the Colosseum puts on a rare yet satisfying show. Simply put, the standard is high. Even if the same gladiator fights or humiliation shows are held, the quality here is good.
Gladiators as strong as or even stronger than knights duel for each other’s heart, and the loser faces a brutal death.
No matter how high-ranking aristocrats are, they require enormous resources to grow and maintain, and they do not use articles that protect their vested interests at the risk of their lives as consumables. That is why the competitions of gladiators in the Colosseum are the highest level of fighting that nobles can be enthusiastic about. Of course, knights can also engage in fierce confrontation, taking each other’s lives through a duel. However, since most of the duels are directly related to the honor and authority of nobles, that is, duels have political meaning, they can never be watched comfortably like other people’s affairs. Pure fighting and pure enthusiasm are possible only in the Colosseum.
The show where women were humiliated in the middle of the stage was also of a very high standard. Aristocrats have a very high eye for being served at night whenever they want by girls who were selected simply for their appearance, but the women in the Colosseum were high enough to satisfy even them.
For reference, this gives an overwhelming net profit. No matter how hardy a woman was, her value was mostly determined by her status, so in most cases it was much cheaper than a gladiator. Regardless of the East and the West, nothing is more valuable than military force. Therefore, the price difference between the two widens further. In addition, unlike gladiators, which are consumed in one match, women can be reused as many times as they like.
With boldly invested gladiator matches, she attracts the audience to the fullest and makes a net profit as a woman. This operation of Baron Crest led to a great success, raising his status to the utmost. In addition, the level of those who visit the Colosseum has also risen to the fullest.
Lady Night Match.
At that word, the audience seats trembled. Expectations for this match were high enough to shake those who had an unusual status.
There were three main types of matches Aris participated in. Simply put, a simple sword fighting match, a simple erotic match, and a combination of the two. Lady Night Match, although the classification is a bit ambiguous, falls into the last category.
By the way, there are also several types of erotic matches, such as a cat fight match in which the winner insults the loser through nude wrestling (?) Between women, and that from the beginning… In other words, the girls fight match, where the game is decided by sex, was representative. The Colosseum Master drastically reduced the importance of erotic matches as Aris became more famous. At first, there was internal resistance, but in the end, the results proved that he was right.
The Lady Night Match was a very rare match where you could see Aris as a woman. A duel of iron and blood, and sex. It was a composition that was very primitive, but also satisfies the desires of men, no, people. Aris’ popularity does not discriminate between men and women, but considering the gender ratio in the Colosseum, she was extremely popular among women.
The summary of the great Lady Night Match was as follows.
Part 1, a duel between Aris and the other person. Part 2, Auction. The auction item is A Night with Aris. In Part 2, there are times when auctions are held, and times when lottery draws are held. Whether or not this is largely dependent on the number of VIPs. If there are many wealthy people, it is an auction, and if there are few, it is a lottery. Lottery tickets are also incredibly expensive.
…
“Hmmmm.”
Baron Crest cleared her throat. Today, of course, is an auction ceremony. As glorifying as the work situation was, it was clear that there would be more VIPs than ever before. And, since it was such an important match, the host was the baron himself. His throat opened wide, drawing the attention of the audience with his excellent vocalization at the level of a professional.
“Ladies and gentlemen!”
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“…What?”
Aris, who was still calmly controlling her rough breathing, asked. The maid dressed neatly in her maid uniform notified her of her delivery once again.
“The owner said to come without washing.”
“…”
Aris’ face was dyed with an unusually bewildered look. There was a man who secretly liked the smell of women’s sweat, and I had experienced it. But it should also be at a reasonable level.
Today’s sword fight was fierce. Not only was the challenger’s skill itself outstanding, but due to a kind of handicap, she had to fight with a suitably made single-edged sword instead of her famous sword. A broken weapon meant defeat, so she had to handle the single-edged sword, which cast doubt on her durability.
Of course, the result is, as always, a landslide victory with no scars. Even neatly cut the lifeline and pulled the body out, so there wasn’t even blood on the body. It was intended. Rather than being afraid of splashing blood, she wanted to keep the excitement of battle as low as possible. In a situation where freedom is suppressed, even tasting blood is painful. She won such a neat victory anyway, but her body was covered with sweat because the process was so difficult. However, a high-level mana user had extremely few wastes in her body, and Aris’ sweat was actually at the level of water on her body, so it wasn’t that dirty.
‘Still.’
Sweat is sweat
“Aris-nim. The master wants you to come as soon as possible.”
“…Damn it.”
Oh, the servant thought to himself. Although Aris’ behavior tended to be cold, it was surprisingly not harsh. Even though she is at the cute level, the fact that she used abusive language means that she has a strong sense of rejection.
“Whoops…”
“Don’t laugh. Ha ha…”
“Yes. Shall we go then?”
The attendant smiled smirking and took the lead. Aris, who had a shitty expression on her face, gradually regained her composure and followed her with an expressionless face as usual.
