Chapter 110 - The proper way to treat a high-grade slave? (1/2)

Translator: “Pink Tea” Editor: ”Ryunakama”

Water, three meals. A roof over the head, wood-made bed.

All of that indeed matches conditions prescribed in the contract for the high-grade slave.

But each and every single item was a sham, a far cry from filling the actual minimum requirements. Perhaps they hastily remodeled a stable, but raindrops were trickling from the roof, and the bed that was provided was broken and it inclined to one side. Food was some scraps of vegetables and moldy bread. The water stored in the earthenware also was giving off a stink.

「…I’m, hungry…」

Without a thought, such words escaped my mouth. Other than myself, six men were sleeping in the same room, that didn’t even have a single window, but all of them were in a half-dead state due to harsh work and scarce meals.

Only a few days have passed since I was bought, but according to what I’ve heard, others already spent several months in such conditions.

Thinking back on it, the days I’ve spent learning new skills at that shop were when I was treated the best.

Almost ten years have passed since I became a prisoner after losing a war and was sold as a slave. For all that time, my daily life as a slave was pretty much the same as it is now. Depending on the situation, there even were times when I couldn’t have food for a day or two.

Essentially, this is what being a slave is.

However, it wasn’t so at that store.

I was given an even better life than I had before becoming a slave, I was given a sophisticated education, since it was needed, and undertook training for improving my own special skills.

Every day was very busy, but those days had a sense of fulfillment.

And there I was told that as a high-grade slave I should do my job with pride in my skills and myself. That was the same as saying that I can again lead a human-like life.

That wasn’t good.

Honing myself in a blessed environment I ended up remembering myself, that I have forgotten a long time ago, what I was like before.

So the disappointment from falling to my current conditions, and despair about my future was as great as if this was hell itself.

Without even realizing I was grinding my teeth with my lips trembling.

I was sad, I was mad, but most of all, vexed. Thought I was simply doing as I was told, but I was putting more effort than anyone. I might be able to escape that lowest livelihood of a slave. Thinking so, I exerted myself.

And ending up with such treatment after that, isn’t this just too cruel?

If it was going to become like this it would’ve been better if I never was given any hope at all.

I groan, overwhelmed with bitterness.

And when I directed my anger at that foreign slave store.

The half-broken door to the room was suddenly destroyed from the outside.

With wood splinters whirling through the air I saw a familiar soldier rolling on the ground. That’s the man that always observed us, the slaves, tyrannizing us.

The man, raising a beast-like scream, was knocked away by a giant arm, flying ever farther inside the room.

And then, a giant golem poked into the room.

「……! Heavenly Country’s golem……!」

No way. I couldn’t believe it. But I couldn’t find any other explanation.

「Yo-you, came to save, me……?」

When I muttered that, the golem turned this way with its entire body and approached. Crouching down in front of me, he then picked me up along with my bed.

It seems he really came to my rescue. Power escaped my body the moment that thought crossed my mind.

「I-I’m saved……」