15 13 Fran and Master (2/2)

The name has been provisionally set for Master.

Wow! Mr. Announcement is here! Lies, decisions made in the master? Seriously?

”No?”

He has the same faceless expression, but he looks subtly anxious. Just a little bit though. If you look like that, you can't say you don't like it!

'I don't hate it! That's a good name!

”Yeah.”

So my name was decided on by my master. I don't know, I don't know about it as a sword name, but if Fran likes it, no. Yes, I told myself.

'So what do we do now? In the first place, the slave trader's dead, but what's the deal? Like, disarmed?

”It hasn't. Because the collar hasn't come off.”

Fran points to the collar.

”The Slave Chamber has a contract”

”If a slave trader dies, doesn't it make sense if there's still a big book”

”If you go to town like this, they'll catch you again”

Looks like we need to do something about the collar.

'Can't I break it?

”Yeah. If it breaks, I'll die”

”Huh? Seriously?

”Seriously.”

Oh, shit. I was thinking about cutting it a little bit.

'Can't you handle it...?

What about skills? I thought so and when I looked for skills I found some skills I wanted to try.

However, I can't use my skills in this place, so I decided to have them leave the magic absorption zone for now.

”Well, you should be fine if you get out of the woods”

The carriage gave us something blind, and we're moving. Of course, the bear is stored. I helped because I acted with a flash of activation.

I have my body wrapped in the front of the carriage and bracketed around my back with my little boy's trouser belt. Fran is small, so he's going to be rubbed to the ground in a little while. I need to ask you to be careful.

With the effect of equipping me, the girl's physical abilities are considerably enhanced. Fran seems quite surprised by that.

My eyes were black-and-white when I was left out of the woods in less than half an hour. Finally, I was also surprised that I didn't even encounter Warcraft or something because of the effect of blocking the signs.

”Wow. Master, wow”

'Ha ha. I guess so.'

”Yeah.”

”Well, let's try your skills”

Firstly, healing magic. I tried using magic to cure the condition anomaly. It doesn't work.

”Well, this is what's next.”

Next, he used the magic of purifying and de-cursing magic.

”Well, it's LV2 magic.”

I couldn't. My destiny is next.

It's contract magic. As its name suggests, the art of entering into a contract with the subject, but this overrides the contract of slavery.

Contract Magic: Make a contract by magic with the subject. Various contract details can be selected by level and magic. However, no contract may be entered into in the absence of the subject's consent. The Contractee may enter into only one contract and if he/she attempts to enter into more than one contract, it will be cancelled or overwritten.

That is the details of contract magic.

If the contract of slavery was a contract witchcraft, you think you can override it.

While I was aware of the magic flowing through my collar, I exercised contract magic in such a way as to undo it.

Bees

Sounds like being played. But I did feel contract magic interfering with each other. It's just that my contract magic level is too low, and they played it.

”Okay, this looks like it could be overwritten”

I use my self-evolution points to try contract magic while increasing the level of contract magic one at a time. Then, at level 7, I was able to override the contract. I spent 12 points.

The contract content was set at 'To the extent inconvenient, to be named Fran'. This way, it would be possible to name a pseudonym or something.

Pakin

Thanks to the override, the collar of the slave naturally comes off.

”Is your body all right?

”It's okay. No problem.”

I'll watch Fran's magic flow, but there's nothing wrong with it anywhere. And until just now, I was tying Fran around the collar, the magic of contract magic is clean and completely gone.

”Thanks.”

Oops, cat ear honey! Eye blessings. Eye blessings. Steady, pretty. If you look closely, she's a pretty girl. This won't leave you around when you grow up.

No. I won't forgive you. If you're going out with Fran, you're going to do it after you take me down!

”This”

If I had burned alone, Fran would have removed something from my hips. It's the Zuda bag that the slave trader had.

'Is there something in there?

I'll take a look inside. I see you got a lot in there.

A few pieces of money. I'm not sure how much it's worth because I don't really know the monetary unit of this world. It's like silver coins and copper coins, so it won't be super expensive.

And then there are some tools. Oh, my God, that sounds like a demon tool. Fran demonstrated each one to show me.

Torch magic props that light up the light. A small water drain that produces drinking water. Bracelet that will give you +1 Arm Strength.

Though not a great ability. That's funny. I might be able to use it for something, so I throw it in dimensional storage.

'Well, what do we do now? Can I help you?

”Hmm. There's a town”

”Around here?

”Over there.”

'Over there... Do you have any idea what the exact distance is?

”Come on?”

Apparently, he overheard the slave traders talking about going east. Fran has a sense of direction skill, so I kind of know where he's been going. The result is an out-of-the-box ”over there” answer.

”Well, shall we go there first?”

It was time for me to travel, as I was being flushed by my accomplishments.