77 [2-11] Dog curry. (2/2)

Tracy's words were exactly what Rene had in mind.

Revenants can be turned into loyal undead with their original appearance and abilities (even their magic power if they can be turned into revenants with their souls), but they have the disadvantage of deteriorating into 'just a fresh zombie' in a few days.

Tracy's superiority lies not in her physical abilities, but in her ability as a secret agent. It would be a shame to use her as a Revenant and throw her away. I would prefer to use her in a reusable form if possible.

Or perhaps Tracy's relaxed attitude is due to her awareness of her usefulness to Rene.

It could be said that the end of this conversation was almost fixed from the beginning.

Of course it would be better to keep her alive, but she might escape or become a double agent if she sees an opportunity.

There's .................. a way to tie them up.

Rene said deliberately and snapped his fingers.

”Miaranse, come in.

Miaranse, who had been waiting outside the room, walked in slowly.

The amber-eyed cat-eared maid had a shiny leather collar around her neck that seemed to stick to her.

I hope you don't mind if I give this collar to him.

I don't think Miaranse will need it anymore.

”Ugh, ......, is that what you call a 'slave collar'?

Tracy groaned.

It seems that this collar permanently prohibited Miaranse from running away or attacking those around her.

In other words, it could be used that way.

Miaranse took off the collar and gave it to René.

When Everith saw the collar, he rolled his eyes.

If you look closely, you can see that this is not a copy made by a human, but an original made by me.

I've missed it!　I miss it so much I don't want to look at it directly!　I thought it was a masterpiece at the time, but now that I look at it, it's a bit naive in many ways.

I thought it was my best work at the time, but looking at it now, I see that it was poorly made in many ways.

”......, the developer of the Slave Collar?　Who are you, witch?

You don't know. A witch who becomes a legend because of rumors is a second-rate witch.

First-rate witches are unknown. I've been hiding in the dark my whole life. It's easier to work that way.

I'm not known to the world, but I'm proud to say I'm the best at what I do.

Everis was all smiles as Tracy looked at him quizzically.

This is your work, isn't it? I'm sure it'll work.

”Yes. I don't remember putting the bell on.

Let's try it.

When I tried to put on the collar, Tracy's cheeks flushed and she mumbled something embarrassed and annoyed.

I'm not going to be able to disobey any of the Princess's terrible orders now that I'm wearing the collar.

According to Rene's reading of her emotions, Tracy was both reluctant and excited.

.................. Do you think she's a pervert?

Isn't that perverted?

Rene's question was met with a resounding affirmation from Miaranse.

I'm not sure if I'm a pervert or not.

I'm not sure if it's a good idea, but I think it's a good idea. ......

I mean, Tracy would do it. I'm sure she will.

Even if she can't escape, all Tracy has to do is ask someone for help while infiltrating the human city. Even if you block her escape and forbid her to ask for help, she is likely to manage to poke holes in your orders.

Then Everis pulled out from the void a thick wad of paper with an attack power of about 50.

There's a template for making a contract with a demon or god.

They are basically mean and want to pervert your wishes and make them come true, so when you ask for something, make a contract that binds you to the exact interpretation of the words. I think we can read this out on the command machine and restrict their actions.

”Wait!　Let me read it first!　There are definitely things that shouldn't be applied to humans, right?

Good for you for noticing. Good for you.

Wow!　I knew it!

Tracy twisted and stretched her neck to show it to me.

Those who disregard the contract will die.

It was the same absolute providence whether on 21st century Earth or in some medieval or early modern fantasy world. The quality is even worse when magic is involved, because you can die physically without even a trial.

I'm not sure if it's a fable that teaches good and evil to children or if it's a fable that says, ”The honest old man who checked the contract will live happily ever after, while the mean old man who didn't read the contract will be forced to sign a contract with a demon god. I'm sure you're not the only one who's wondering what the hell is going on here.

I'm sure you've heard of it.

I'll quickly finish a discreet accessory with the same function, let him wear it. I'm sure I can make it with the materials I have on hand.

If someone sees the collar and says, ”I'll take it off you,” it's over. Then I'll ask you to make it.

Okay, I'll put it on your tab.

There's no room for escape. ......

Tracy lies face down in a state of boredom and exhaustion.

I'm sure you'll be pleased to know that I'm not the only one who's trying to get out of here.

Despair as sweet and light as fruit candy.

”Wow, I can taste it. But I'm glad you think it's cute.

You're such a good sport.

Anyway, Rene has successfully recruited a talented agent.

Not only is she a talented agent, but Tracy also has the advantage of being human. She will not be caught by the detection of the undead, nor will she be damaged by the holy air ward.

She ...... and he will be a great help as Rene's eyes and ears.

So you don't need this collar, do you?　Please give it back to me.

Miaranse's amber eyes glinted as she put her hand on the bell collar that Rene was still holding.

You don't need it anymore, do you?　And isn't it an abominable fetters for you?

But I would be very grateful and happy if the Princess would wear it on me.

.................. Are you a pervert?

I'm not a pervert.

There was a cat-like rumbling in her throat.