“Do you know him?” I whisper.
“Yes,” Sophia grabs my arm, her fingers digging in. I can feel the way her body’s shaking. "He's a cruel slave master. He owns hundreds of slaves. Don’t let their appearance fool you. Even though they are all women, some of them are really, really strong. I know because I used to work with him for a while. He gave those women to me, and I turned them into his slaves.”
“And what level are they?”
“Bromrik is not that strong, probably around level twenty or thirty. But his slaves are usually level forty. And the two girls walking next to him are at least eighties.”
“You mean those two elves? The ones with daggers?”
“Exactly. Moon elves. Deceptively fast, ruthlessly efficient."
I take a moment to recalibrate. Well, I have to admit it, looks can surely be deceiving in this world. The elven duo initially evaded my attention, overshadowed by the more imposing women surrounding Bromrik. Their delicate frames, so much smaller than human proportions, made them appear almost frail, almost malnourished.
But with Sophia's cautioning words ringing in my ears, I refocus my attention on them, recognizing the latent danger.
And then, menacingly, Bromrik approaches us. Seeing his ugly face up close like this, with so many hot women following him, I cannot help but think about a certain disgusting yet highly popular adult anime genre.
"Well, well, if it isn't the high mage," Bromrik chuckles, his voice dripping with malice.
“We want no business with you, Bromrik,” Sophia replies. “Let us free, and we won’t cause any trouble.”
“Trouble? My dear, if I let you go, then the only trouble I will get is missing out on four thousand gold coins!” he sneers.
I just laugh quietly at that.
So that's the situation. Understandable.
The bounty on our heads is so absurd that even those who were once on Sophia’s side, like Curtis and now Bromrik, are showing their true colors.
“M-master,” Sophia whispers to me. “Do- do you have any silver left?”
She’s probably wanting to bribe our way out of here, seeing that we now have next to zero chance of victory in a fight.
I just smirk slightly, at Sophia’s innocence. “I do. But do you honestly believe he'd let us go if we paid him?”
Not a chance.
The reason Curtis agreed to our deal was because he knew that Sophia was stronger than him.
But Bromrik the Chainmaster? Why would he release us when he can simply kill us and take the silver? That way, he'd gain both our silver and the hefty four thousand gold coin bounty.
“Then… what should we do now?” Sophia asks, her voice trembles with anxiety.
“Simple.” I reply, then quickly load my gun with my silver bullets. Sophia looks at me, confused.
I guess it’s because she doesn’t know what a bullet does in the first place. Yes, she knows how to shoot, but I haven’t shown her how to reload a gun.
Thus, with confidence and the silver bullets loaded, I aim my gun straight at Bromrik’s head, smirking slightly. He might be under the illusion that the barrier between us offers protection. But I know better.
Bromrik eyes my weapon with mockery. “Hoho! What do we have here? A magic wand?” He chuckles derisively. “Go ahead, try your magic! This barrier is of rank 5! No one can possibly brea–”
BANG!
The deafening shot echoes in the vast chamber. Barrier shatters. The silver bullet, with unerring precision, finds its mark, drilling itself deep into Bromrik’s skull.
And just like the knights I'd dispatched earlier, a spray of gore marks the end of Bromrik the Chainmaster.
It’s just that easy.
Casually, I step through the remnants of the broken barrier, noting the unmoving forms of the female slaves around, all having their eyes remain empty, devoid of emotion. I’m not the least bit perturbed by them. Slaves follow their master's commands, and with no master to command them, they have no reason to be hostile.
And besides, as a slave owner myself, I’m well aware of this line:
Immediate death upon the master's demise.
So now, what will become of them? Will they simply collapse? Or will they just cease breathing while standing?
I'm very curious.
Bluebery
Thanks you so much for reading!
I now have to slow down release schedule a bit. Next chapter will be on Wednesday.
See you!
“Do you know him?” I whisper.
“Yes,” Sophia grabs my arm, her fingers digging in. I can feel the way her body’s shaking. "He's a cruel slave master. He owns hundreds of slaves. Don’t let their appearance fool you. Even though they are all women, some of them are really, really strong. I know because I used to work with him for a while. He gave those women to me, and I turned them into his slaves.”
“And what level are they?”
“Bromrik is not that strong, probably around level twenty or thirty. But his slaves are usually level forty. And the two girls walking next to him are at least eighties.”
“You mean those two elves? The ones with daggers?”
“Exactly. Moon elves. Deceptively fast, ruthlessly efficient."
I take a moment to recalibrate. Well, I have to admit it, looks can surely be deceiving in this world. The elven duo initially evaded my attention, overshadowed by the more imposing women surrounding Bromrik. Their delicate frames, so much smaller than human proportions, made them appear almost frail, almost malnourished.
But with Sophia's cautioning words ringing in my ears, I refocus my attention on them, recognizing the latent danger.
And then, menacingly, Bromrik approaches us. Seeing his ugly face up close like this, with so many hot women following him, I cannot help but think about a certain disgusting yet highly popular adult anime genre.
"Well, well, if it isn't the high mage," Bromrik chuckles, his voice dripping with malice.
“We want no business with you, Bromrik,” Sophia replies. “Let us free, and we won’t cause any trouble.”
“Trouble? My dear, if I let you go, then the only trouble I will get is missing out on four thousand gold coins!” he sneers.
I just laugh quietly at that.
So that's the situation. Understandable.
The bounty on our heads is so absurd that even those who were once on Sophia’s side, like Curtis and now Bromrik, are showing their true colors.
“M-master,” Sophia whispers to me. “Do- do you have any silver left?”
She’s probably wanting to bribe our way out of here, seeing that we now have next to zero chance of victory in a fight.
I just smirk slightly, at Sophia’s innocence. “I do. But do you honestly believe he'd let us go if we paid him?”
Not a chance.
The reason Curtis agreed to our deal was because he knew that Sophia was stronger than him.
But Bromrik the Chainmaster? Why would he release us when he can simply kill us and take the silver? That way, he'd gain both our silver and the hefty four thousand gold coin bounty.
“Then… what should we do now?” Sophia asks, her voice trembles with anxiety.
“Simple.” I reply, then quickly load my gun with my silver bullets. Sophia looks at me, confused.
I guess it’s because she doesn’t know what a bullet does in the first place. Yes, she knows how to shoot, but I haven’t shown her how to reload a gun.
Thus, with confidence and the silver bullets loaded, I aim my gun straight at Bromrik’s head, smirking slightly. He might be under the illusion that the barrier between us offers protection. But I know better.
Bromrik eyes my weapon with mockery. “Hoho! What do we have here? A magic wand?” He chuckles derisively. “Go ahead, try your magic! This barrier is of rank 5! No one can possibly brea–”
BANG!
The deafening shot echoes in the vast chamber. Barrier shatters. The silver bullet, with unerring precision, finds its mark, drilling itself deep into Bromrik’s skull.
And just like the knights I'd dispatched earlier, a spray of gore marks the end of Bromrik the Chainmaster.
It’s just that easy.
Casually, I step through the remnants of the broken barrier, noting the unmoving forms of the female slaves around, all having their eyes remain empty, devoid of emotion. I’m not the least bit perturbed by them. Slaves follow their master's commands, and with no master to command them, they have no reason to be hostile.
And besides, as a slave owner myself, I’m well aware of this line:
Immediate death upon the master's demise.
So now, what will become of them? Will they simply collapse? Or will they just cease breathing while standing?
I'm very curious.
Bluebery
Thanks you so much for reading!
I now have to slow down release schedule a bit. Next chapter will be on Wednesday.
See you!
