Chapter 200 (1/2)

Slave Sister

[Sophia-chan’s point of view]

This unfortunate maid is spending the day in the downtown area of the North District.

It’s now been one month since I started managing over Dragon City, and today was supposed to be my first day off in all that time. I just wanted to spend all day sleeping in my room.

But, for some reason, I’m in the northern area of the city.

And this reason is none other than Drill-sama.

“This city grows more lively with each day that passes. Don’t you agree?”

“Y-Yes, it sure does!”

I don’t really know what we’re doing here. I was relaxing in my room when Drill-sama burst in and demanded I follow her. I didn’t want to go, but it’s not like I can refuse the demands of a noble.

I’m not exactly sure why she keeps visiting me day after day, but I suppose it has to do with the fact that the demon that accompanies her has been gone for several days now and she has too much free time.

I thought things might be peaceful without that demon here, but it turns out it’s the exact opposite. With everyone that usually occupies her time gone, she now has her entire day free to spend with me.

“What is that building? I don’t think it was there the other day.”

She spotted something else that caught her eye.

I followed Drill-sama’s brisk pace while keeping my eyes on the ground.

We finally reached our destination which turned out to be a slave shop.

“Hmm, I wonder how long this store has been here. It’s got me curious.”

“I-I wonder.”

It was a large four story building.

The front doors were massive and made entirely of metal. They were impressive to witness, but their real purpose is keeping the products contained. I haven’t been comfortable around places like this since I was young. For a commoner like me, a slave isn’t just a simple product but a potential outcome to my life.

“Hey, do you want to take a look inside?”

“Eh? Umm, I-I’m not su–”

“Come on! Let’s go!”

She grabbed my arm and started dragging me to the store.

Drill-sama is stronger than expected. She’s supposedly the same age as Ester-sama despite her body being more mature. She must have spent hours training every day for her to be so strong. It’s honestly impressive to see someone so attractive choosing to improve themselves rather than rely solely on their appearance.

We entered the store and were greeted by a man in his forties.

“Oh, dear customers, please come in.”

When Drill-sama and I first entered, this man was standing in the centre of the room giving orders to the other employees. Based on his actions and how he greeted us, he must be the manager.

Also, he must be that slaver that visited Tanaka-san.

“We came to see the slaves!”

Drill-sama spoke without any hesitation.

She gets straight to business without even offering a greeting.

As expected of a noble.

“Thank you for your patronage. If you’ll just follow me, I’ll gladly show you around.”

“Please do.”

“Of course.”

He didn’t seem to mind and quickly got to business as well.

I noticed a curious glance from the slaver when we first entered and it’s possible he recognized me, but he said nothing. Obviously, he chose to focus his attention on the noble rather than a simple maid like me.

We exited the entrance hall down a long hallway.

This hallway eventually opened up into a wider room with cells lining every inch of the wall.

These cages were used to house the slaver’s merchandise.

It reminded me of a prison but these cells were a little larger. This was the first time I’d ever seen slaves put on display like this.

“Does anything catch your eye? They’re all slaves that I’m proud to present.”

The manager looked at Drill-sama with a broad smile.

Naturally, my eyes turned to the slaves he mentioned.

We were the only customers in the store. The slaves all begin to move once they noticed our visit as if they were windmills that were being stirred by a strong wind.

“Hmm?”

Drill-sama glanced at the slaves lining the walls as if she were looking for a new dress. As expected of a noble.

On the other hand, I was feeling uneasy.

The reason for this being that all of the slaves were muscular young men. They had many diverse features and many were quite cool. Some were even completely naked as they stood pressed against the bars.

Do the slaves and the manager think that Drill-sama and I came to look for a night partner? That’s not good. But I’d be lying if I said the idea of a group of attractive men desiring me didn’t appeal to me somewhat.

“What do you think?”