Chapter 8: Dungeon O-S (1)
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Chapter 8: Dungeon O-S (1)
“Uhh...”
With a soft moan, Carla slowly opened her eyes.
The sunlight was peeking through the curtains.
She hadn’t been exposed to this warm natural light for a while, as she had been confined underground lately. Which was probably why she woke up earlier than usual.
Realizing this, Carla let out a faint sigh,
“Ah.”
‘This isn’t that suffocating basement.’
Her sigh of relief was brief.
Just like anyone who had just woken up, Carla’s memories of the previous day began to surface. The moment she remembered last night’s events, her face flushed bright red.
“Huh? Uh... Uhm!”
Almost involuntarily letting out a scream, Carla managed to suppress it just in time.
Covering her mouth with her hand, she slowly turned her head.
“......”
As expected, her master Yandel was asleep, his face contorted in a heavy slumber.
Had she screamed, she would have woken him up. And most people don’t like to be jolted awake. She remembered her past self fussing over servants in a similar manner.
Carla chuckled bitterly as she remembered her past life.
She was no longer that noble young lady. Now, she was just a slave who must tread carefully, even in breathing, lest she upset her master.
Worried that Yandel might wake up, Carla carefully slid out of the blanket. Just as she stood up to wash her face...
“Tch!”
A sharp pain shot up through her lower abdomen.
The cause of the pain was undeniably last night’s intense activities.
Annoyed by the resurfacing memories, she lowered her head again and headed towards the sink in the room.
However, the moment she opened the bathroom door.
She could clearly see her current appearance through the large full-length mirror placed right in front of her.
“This is...”
One side of her neck was covered in bite marks and kiss marks.
Handprints were vividly imprinted on her chest, and dried remnants from yesterday’s events were on her swollen lower body.
It was impossible not to reminisce about last night’s passionate encounter.
How her master treated her and how she moaned under his touch.
As Carla brought up these detailed memories, she began to squirm in embarrassment... But then she tilted her head slightly.
It wasn’t as bad as she had thought.
No, it was much better than what Carla had ever imagined while she was behind bars.
First of all, Yandel didn’t destroy Carla’s mana core.
For a mage, a mana core was like another limb, a naturally existing yet vital organ.
But slaves weren’t permitted to use magic, so they were usually ordered to self-destruct their cores.
However, Yandel didn’t do that.
Not just that, he recognized Carla’s worth as a mage, even instructing her in the Lintblum breathing method and basic magic.
As a direct descendent of a magic family, this had significant meaning for Carla, who took great pride in her magic.
And how Yandel treated her was another thing.
The treatment of slaves, something she had indirectly experienced during her time as a noble and directly observed after becoming a slave, was unfair, to say the least.
Whether their masters were in a good mood or a bad one, the slaves were subjected to beatings or even whippings almost to the point of death.
No one cared, even if a slave died in such a manner.
After all, slaves existed solely for the whims of their owners. No reason was needed for their deaths.
Carla, being a valuable slave, probably wouldn’t die on a whim. That didn’t mean she would be treated well, though.
However, Yandel offered Carla rewards and punishments.
Even the evaluation criteria were based on how well she listened to him.
It was a given that a slave should obey their master, and yet he promised rewards just for doing that basic duty.
What a merciful treatment this was.
But Yandel was not just a merciful master.
He was also incredibly good-looking.
Carla’s face reddened for a different reason than before.
His features were more exquisite than most nobles, and those lips that teased her with a mischievous smile.
His purple eyes were filled with intent, and his demanding attitude made her feel as if he couldn’t do without her.
Reminiscing up to that point, she felt differently about the marks left on her body from yesterday.
“Should I just leave them?”
“Then it’s fine. Let’s just get dressed and go.”
“L-like this?”
“Why? You’re not saying you don’t like it, are you?”
I inflected my voice with the implication of disobedience to an order. Though it might seem trivial, I believe that establishing the master-servant relationship should start with these small matters.
“No! Not at all! I’ll get dressed like this, Master!”
Carla nodded her head vigorously with a tone of slight pride.
What’s up with her? Why was she so pleased?
For a moment, my eyes followed her platinum blonde hair, which shook back and forth as she nodded. I chuckled and took new clothes out of my inventory.
There should be no issue since she did as she was told.
In a brief moment, I layered clothes over my underwear.
Suddenly, I felt a gaze and turned to the side.
“......”
“Ah.”
Carla, who had been carefully picking up her dress, looked at me with a vacant expression.
My inventory was one of the few special abilities I had, along with the status window.
In this world, there were magic tools like pocket-space bags or bracelets serving similar purposes to inventories, so I usually passed them off as such tools.
However, this time, I opened my inventory without wearing any magic tools. And my audience was Carla, a real mage. Passing it off as a magical tool wouldn’t work now.
“Uh... I-I...”
Perhaps thinking she saw something she shouldn’t have, Carla hesitated before covering her eyes with her palm.
“I-I didn’t see anything, Master!”
“It’s fine if you did. Of course, you can’t tell anyone else.”
Just to be safe, I gave the command through the slave engraving. Meanwhile, Carla peeked through her fingers.
“...Really?”
“Really. I was planning to tell you later anyway.”
Of course, I didn’t intend to tell her that this was something from a game.
I had another explanation prepared, just in case she found out that it wasn’t a magic tool.
“This is an ability I gained from clearing dungeons.”
“D-Dungeon...!”
Carla’s eyes widened in surprise.
H&A was short for Hero and Academy.
But for there to be heroes, there must be corresponding feats, right?
In this world, evil Gods existed, always coveting the Eurelia continent.
Dungeons were the places where good Gods sealed away the armies of these evil Gods.
To clear a dungeon meant to wipe out one of these evil armies, a feat that was enough to be called a hero.
For that reason, quite a few dungeons were hidden throughout this world.
However, who would risk their lives to venture into such dangerous places?
Centuries could pass, and the seal might break, releasing monsters within, but that was a problem for the distant future.
Not many people would risk their lives for glory alone.
That was why the Gods offered rewards.
“So, this is the grace of the Gods...”
“Yes, it’s a pocket space that binds to your soul.”
The Gods decided to grant part of the power that maintained the seals to the conquerors.
This gift was referred to as the ‘Grace of the Gods,’ and it was usually in the form of unique skills or special equipment that one couldn’t normally acquire.
The setting was that I received a convenient pocket-space ability from among them.
Of course, even if someone cleared all the dungeons on the Eurelia continent, such a grace wouldn’t exist, but who would know that?
It was unknown until someone actually cleared all of them.
And true to her magician’s curiosity, Carla looked at me with sparkling eyes.
I gently tapped her head as I continued to speak,
“What are you so dazed about? You’re going to clear one, too.”
“...Eh?”
Carla tilted her head as if she didn’t understand what I was saying.
Then I grinned at her innocent look.
“Didn’t I tell you? We’re going to be busy today.”
We should clear just one before the entrance exam.
With Carla’s abilities, it shouldn’t be too difficult.
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Chapter 8: Dungeon O-S (1)
“Uhh...”
With a soft moan, Carla slowly opened her eyes.
The sunlight was peeking through the curtains.
She hadn’t been exposed to this warm natural light for a while, as she had been confined underground lately. Which was probably why she woke up earlier than usual.
Realizing this, Carla let out a faint sigh,
“Ah.”
‘This isn’t that suffocating basement.’
Her sigh of relief was brief.
Just like anyone who had just woken up, Carla’s memories of the previous day began to surface. The moment she remembered last night’s events, her face flushed bright red.
“Huh? Uh... Uhm!”
Almost involuntarily letting out a scream, Carla managed to suppress it just in time.
Covering her mouth with her hand, she slowly turned her head.
“......”
As expected, her master Yandel was asleep, his face contorted in a heavy slumber.
Had she screamed, she would have woken him up. And most people don’t like to be jolted awake. She remembered her past self fussing over servants in a similar manner.
Carla chuckled bitterly as she remembered her past life.
She was no longer that noble young lady. Now, she was just a slave who must tread carefully, even in breathing, lest she upset her master.
Worried that Yandel might wake up, Carla carefully slid out of the blanket. Just as she stood up to wash her face...
“Tch!”
A sharp pain shot up through her lower abdomen.
The cause of the pain was undeniably last night’s intense activities.
Annoyed by the resurfacing memories, she lowered her head again and headed towards the sink in the room.
However, the moment she opened the bathroom door.
She could clearly see her current appearance through the large full-length mirror placed right in front of her.
“This is...”
One side of her neck was covered in bite marks and kiss marks.
Handprints were vividly imprinted on her chest, and dried remnants from yesterday’s events were on her swollen lower body.
It was impossible not to reminisce about last night’s passionate encounter.
How her master treated her and how she moaned under his touch.
As Carla brought up these detailed memories, she began to squirm in embarrassment... But then she tilted her head slightly.
It wasn’t as bad as she had thought.
No, it was much better than what Carla had ever imagined while she was behind bars.
First of all, Yandel didn’t destroy Carla’s mana core.
For a mage, a mana core was like another limb, a naturally existing yet vital organ.
But slaves weren’t permitted to use magic, so they were usually ordered to self-destruct their cores.
However, Yandel didn’t do that.
Not just that, he recognized Carla’s worth as a mage, even instructing her in the Lintblum breathing method and basic magic.
As a direct descendent of a magic family, this had significant meaning for Carla, who took great pride in her magic.
And how Yandel treated her was another thing.
The treatment of slaves, something she had indirectly experienced during her time as a noble and directly observed after becoming a slave, was unfair, to say the least.
Whether their masters were in a good mood or a bad one, the slaves were subjected to beatings or even whippings almost to the point of death.
No one cared, even if a slave died in such a manner.
After all, slaves existed solely for the whims of their owners. No reason was needed for their deaths.
Carla, being a valuable slave, probably wouldn’t die on a whim. That didn’t mean she would be treated well, though.
However, Yandel offered Carla rewards and punishments.
Even the evaluation criteria were based on how well she listened to him.
It was a given that a slave should obey their master, and yet he promised rewards just for doing that basic duty.
What a merciful treatment this was.
But Yandel was not just a merciful master.
He was also incredibly good-looking.
Carla’s face reddened for a different reason than before.
His features were more exquisite than most nobles, and those lips that teased her with a mischievous smile.
His purple eyes were filled with intent, and his demanding attitude made her feel as if he couldn’t do without her.
Reminiscing up to that point, she felt differently about the marks left on her body from yesterday.
“Should I just leave them?”
“Then it’s fine. Let’s just get dressed and go.”
“L-like this?”
“Why? You’re not saying you don’t like it, are you?”
I inflected my voice with the implication of disobedience to an order. Though it might seem trivial, I believe that establishing the master-servant relationship should start with these small matters.
“No! Not at all! I’ll get dressed like this, Master!”
Carla nodded her head vigorously with a tone of slight pride.
What’s up with her? Why was she so pleased?
For a moment, my eyes followed her platinum blonde hair, which shook back and forth as she nodded. I chuckled and took new clothes out of my inventory.
There should be no issue since she did as she was told.
In a brief moment, I layered clothes over my underwear.
Suddenly, I felt a gaze and turned to the side.
“......”
“Ah.”
Carla, who had been carefully picking up her dress, looked at me with a vacant expression.
My inventory was one of the few special abilities I had, along with the status window.
In this world, there were magic tools like pocket-space bags or bracelets serving similar purposes to inventories, so I usually passed them off as such tools.
However, this time, I opened my inventory without wearing any magic tools. And my audience was Carla, a real mage. Passing it off as a magical tool wouldn’t work now.
“Uh... I-I...”
Perhaps thinking she saw something she shouldn’t have, Carla hesitated before covering her eyes with her palm.
“I-I didn’t see anything, Master!”
“It’s fine if you did. Of course, you can’t tell anyone else.”
Just to be safe, I gave the command through the slave engraving. Meanwhile, Carla peeked through her fingers.
“...Really?”
“Really. I was planning to tell you later anyway.”
Of course, I didn’t intend to tell her that this was something from a game.
I had another explanation prepared, just in case she found out that it wasn’t a magic tool.
“This is an ability I gained from clearing dungeons.”
“D-Dungeon...!”
Carla’s eyes widened in surprise.
H&A was short for Hero and Academy.
But for there to be heroes, there must be corresponding feats, right?
In this world, evil Gods existed, always coveting the Eurelia continent.
Dungeons were the places where good Gods sealed away the armies of these evil Gods.
To clear a dungeon meant to wipe out one of these evil armies, a feat that was enough to be called a hero.
For that reason, quite a few dungeons were hidden throughout this world.
However, who would risk their lives to venture into such dangerous places?
Centuries could pass, and the seal might break, releasing monsters within, but that was a problem for the distant future.
Not many people would risk their lives for glory alone.
That was why the Gods offered rewards.
“So, this is the grace of the Gods...”
“Yes, it’s a pocket space that binds to your soul.”
The Gods decided to grant part of the power that maintained the seals to the conquerors.
This gift was referred to as the ‘Grace of the Gods,’ and it was usually in the form of unique skills or special equipment that one couldn’t normally acquire.
The setting was that I received a convenient pocket-space ability from among them.
Of course, even if someone cleared all the dungeons on the Eurelia continent, such a grace wouldn’t exist, but who would know that?
It was unknown until someone actually cleared all of them.
And true to her magician’s curiosity, Carla looked at me with sparkling eyes.
I gently tapped her head as I continued to speak,
“What are you so dazed about? You’re going to clear one, too.”
“...Eh?”
Carla tilted her head as if she didn’t understand what I was saying.
Then I grinned at her innocent look.
“Didn’t I tell you? We’re going to be busy today.”
We should clear just one before the entrance exam.
With Carla’s abilities, it shouldn’t be too difficult.
Chapter 8: Dungeon O-S 1Uhh...With a soft moan, Carla slowly opened her eyes.The sunlight was peeking through the curtains.She hadn't been exposed to this warm natural light for a while, as she had been confined underground lately. Which was probably why she woke up earlier than usual.Realizing this, Carla let out a faint sigh,Ah.This isn't that suffocating basement.'Her sigh of relief was brief.Just like anyone who had just woken up, Carla's memories of the previous day began to surface. The moment she remembered last night's events, her face flushed bright red.Huh? Uh... Uhm!Almost involuntarily letting out a scream, Carla managed to suppress it just in time.Covering her mouth with her hand, she slowly turned her head.......As expected, her master Yandel was asleep, his face contorted in a heavy slumber.Had she screamed, she would have woken him up. And most people don't like to be jolted awake. She remembered her past self fussing over servants in a similar manner.Carla chuckled bitterly as she remembered her past life.She was no longer that noble young lady. Now, she was just a slave who must tread carefully, even in breathing, lest she upset her master.Worried that Yandel might wake up, Carla carefully slid out of the blanket. Just as she stood up to wash her face...Tch!A sharp pain shot up through her lower abdomen.The cause of the pain was undeniably last night's intense activities.Annoyed by the resurfacing memories, she lowered her head again and headed towards the sink in the room.However, the moment she opened the bathroom door.She could clearly see her current appearance through the large full-length mirror placed right in front of her.This is...One side of her neck was covered in bite marks and kiss marks.Handprints were vividly imprinted on her chest, and dried remnants from yesterday's events were on her swollen lower body.It was impossible not to reminisce about last night's passionate encounter.How her master treated her and how she moaned under his touch.As Carla brought up these detailed memories, she began to squirm in embarrassment... But then she tilted her head slightly.It wasn't as bad as she had thought.No, it was much better than what Carla had ever imagined while she was behind bars.First of all, Yandel didn't destroy Carla's mana core.For a mage, a mana core was like another limb, a naturally existing yet vital organ.But slaves weren't permitted to use magic, so they were usually ordered to self-destruct their cores.However, Yandel didn't do that.Not just that, he recognized Carla's worth as a mage, even instructing her in the Lintblum breathing method and basic magic.As a direct descendent of a magic family, this had significant meaning for Carla, who took great pride in her magic.And how Yandel treated her was another thing.The treatment of slaves, something she had indirectly experienced during her time as a noble and directly observed after becoming a slave, was unfair, to say the least.Whether their masters were in a good mood or a bad one, the slaves were subjected to beatings or even whippings almost to the point of death.No one cared, even if a slave died in such a manner.After all, slaves existed solely for the whims of their owners. No reason was needed for their deaths.Carla, being a valuable slave, probably wouldn't die on a whim. That didn't mean she would be treated well, though.However, Yandel offered Carla rewards and punishments.Even the evaluation criteria were based on how well she listened to him.It was a given that a slave should obey their master, and yet he promised rewards just for doing that basic duty.What a merciful treatment this was.But Yandel was not just a merciful master.He was also incredibly good-looking.Carla's face reddened for a different reason than before.His features were more exquisite than most nobles, and those lips that teased her with a mischievous smile.His purple eyes were filled with intent, and his demanding attitude made her feel as if he couldn't do without her.Reminiscing up to that point, she felt differently about the marks left on her body from yesterday.Should I just leave them?Then it's fine. Let's just get dressed and go.L-like this?Why? You're not saying you don't like it, are you?I inflected my voice with the implication of disobedience to an order. Though it might seem trivial, I believe that establishing the master-servant relationship should start with these small matters.No! Not at all! I'll get dressed like this, Master!Carla nodded her head vigorously with a tone of slight pride.What's up with her? Why was she so pleased?For a moment, my eyes followed her platinum blonde hair, which shook back and forth as she nodded. I chuckled and took new clothes out of my inventory.There should be no issue since she did as she was told.In a brief moment, I layered clothes over my underwear.Suddenly, I felt a gaze and turned to the side.......Ah.Carla, who had been carefully picking up her dress, looked at me with a vacant expression.My inventory was one of the few special abilities I had, along with the status window.In this world, there were magic tools like pocket-space bags or bracelets serving similar purposes to inventories, so I usually passed them off as such tools.However, this time, I opened my inventory without wearing any magic tools. And my audience was Carla, a real mage. Passing it off as a magical tool wouldn't work now.Uh... I-I...Perhaps thinking she saw something she shouldn't have, Carla hesitated before covering her eyes with her palm.I-I didn't see anything, Master!It's fine if you did. Of course, you can't tell anyone else.Just to be safe, I gave the command through the slave engraving. Meanwhile, Carla peeked through her fingers....Really?Really. I was planning to tell you later anyway.Of course, I didn't intend to tell her that this was something from a game.I had another explanation prepared, just in case she found out that it wasn't a magic tool.This is an ability I gained from clearing dungeons.D-Dungeon...!Carla's eyes widened in surprise.H&A was short for Hero and Academy.But for there to be heroes, there must be corresponding feats, right?In this world, evil Gods existed, always coveting the Eurelia continent.Dungeons were the places where good Gods sealed away the armies of these evil Gods.To clear a dungeon meant to wipe out one of these evil armies, a feat that was enough to be called a hero.For that reason, quite a few dungeons were hidden throughout this world.However, who would risk their lives to venture into such dangerous places?Centuries could pass, and the seal might break, releasing monsters within, but that was a problem for the distant future.Not many people would risk their lives for glory alone.That was why the Gods offered rewards.So, this is the grace of the Gods...Yes, it's a pocket space that binds to your soul.The Gods decided to grant part of the power that maintained the seals to the conquerors.This gift was referred to as the Grace of the Gods,' and it was usually in the form of unique skills or special equipment that one couldn't normally acquire.The setting was that I received a convenient pocket-space ability from among them.Of course, even if someone cleared all the dungeons on the Eurelia continent, such a grace wouldn't exist, but who would know that?It was unknown until someone actually cleared all of them.And true to her magician's curiosity, Carla looked at me with sparkling eyes.I gently tapped her head as I continued to speak,What are you so dazed about? You're going to clear one, too....Eh?Carla tilted her head as if she didn't understand what I was saying.Then I grinned at her innocent look.Didn't I tell you? We're going to be busy today.We should clear just one before the entrance exam.With Carla's abilities, it shouldn't be too difficult.
