Slave Sister

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[Sophia-chan’s point of view]

The agreed upon date finally arrived.

Just like before, I visited Oman-san’s shop with Drill-sama. The employee working at the front desk remembered me and allowed me to pass through towards the reception area.

“It’s a pleasure to see you again Lord Ahan and Sophia-san.”

Oman-san was already waiting for us.

There were also two faces with him that I recognized.

The two slave sisters.

They were barely recognizable compared to the filthy clothing I had seen them in previously. They were each wearing a spotless white dress that could easily rival the quality of the clothing worn by the nobility. At the very least, it’s of much higher quality than the clothes I’m wearing.

This just made the collar they wore even more noticeable.

“Ah….”

“Uuh….”

Their eyes widened when they noticed me and one of them gasped. Maybe they haven’t been told about the person purchasing them.

“These are the agreed upon products. The clothing they are wearing will be provided free of charge as a sign of respect to Lord Ahan whom I have caused trouble throughout this process.”

“Fu~n, that’s admirable.”

“I hope you feel as if you can trust me with your future business.”

“I suppose I can consider it.”

“That’s all I ask, Lord Ahan.”

The slave owner bowed to Drill-sama.

And Drill-sama looked proud of herself.

“Now then, Sophia-san, let’s complete the transaction.”

“O-Of course!”

I quickly took a seat opposite Oman-san.

All the required documents were already set out on a table between us. The writing on the pages was small and filled every inch of the several pages. I made sure to read every line in order to fully understand the agreement.

I noticed that Drill-sama was also reading over the documents.

There was a serious look in her eyes as she scanned the pages. The dignified look on her face was unusual but seemed more fitting for a noble.

“Sophia, let me see that page. It’s hard for me to read like this.”

“Ah, of course!”

Her eyes scanned the page from corner to corner. Why does she feel so dependable? I never thought I’d get this feeling from Drill-sama. I think I’m starting to understand why Ester-sama considers her as a rival.

“…this all looks agreeable.”

After a few minutes of silence, she approved the paperwork.

I was getting worried as I read through everything as I didn’t fully understand some of the bigger words, but it’s nice to get approval from a third party. She’s making sure that everything is fair.

Thank you so much, Drill-sama.

I silently gave Drill-sama my thanks before taking out a leather pouch filled with gold.

“Umm, th-this should cover everything.”

“Please, allow me to confirm.”

I handed over the cost of the two girls.

He opened the bag and carefully counted each piece of gold. I was terribly worried that I may have miscounted and my heart wouldn’t stop pounding as he counted. When he finally reached the last piece, the slave owner looked up at me.

“Thank you, everything seems to be in order.”

“T-Thank you!”

“With this, these two are now yours, Sophia-san.”

“….”

My heart beat reached its crescendo after hearing Oman-san’s words.

It’s still hard for me to believe, but I’ve actually purchased a slave. This is the first time I’ve ever bought something expensive.

I never dreamed that I’d own a slave before getting married.

“Thank you for your patronage.”

Oman-san glanced over at Drill-sama.

It was a surprisingly gentle look compared to our first meeting.

“Ara? Why are you looking at me?”

“I’m just impressed with you.” 

“Hmm~? Well, you’re free to do as you like.”

“I’ve also arranged a carriage for you outside. Please, feel free to use it as you wish.”

What should I call these two?

I can’t think of any good names.

Ah, that’s right. When I bring them back home, I can ask Tanaka-san for some suggestions. As I was thinking about this, Oman-san began muttering something about a problem he noticed.

I could feel a lump forming in my throat as Oman-san looked up at me.

“….”

It was at that time that I realized something.

I haven’t seen Tanaka-san in several days.

***

This virgin was now clearing the dungeon at a tremendous rate.

One day has already passed since my meeting with Oman and the second day was already rushing by. This thought increased the momentum with which I cleared the dungeon. Due to the narrow passages in the dungeon, I was unable to use my flight magic which slowed me down.

I had a massive leather bag slung over my shoulder that I used to carry all of the monster parts I gathered. I killed my way through the dungeon until my bag was full before returning to the surface and exchanging them for gold. I then immediately return back to the dungeon without ever giving myself a chance to rest.

I’ve made several round trips at this point, but I still haven’t reached my goal.

The numerous hours I’ve spent down here slaughtering monsters has led to a sharp decline in the encounter rate. Thanks to this, it’s rare for me to encounter any monsters near the entrance and I have to head deeper in just to find my first kill.

There were a few other adventurers that I met that would watch me as I went, but as I made my way deeper into the dungeon, the number of adventurers gradually decreased until it was just me. Still, the level of the monsters hasn’t changed.

“Uoo!?”

I stepped on a trap in my haste and the floor dropped out from beneath me.

I used my flight magic to suspend myself in mid-air above the pit lined with metal spikes that had opened up.

“….”

I’ve come to understand why the escaped prisoners were so cautious when entering the dungeon. Without them and their map the dungeon is far more dangerous than ever. I’ve been able to kill every monster I’ve come across with a single fireball, but there are traps everywhere that are more dangerous than any monster.

Nevertheless, I have goals that I must accomplish no matter what the risk.

That goal can be written as slave but read as wife and children.

My other means of reaching this goal have been gone for a long time.

“…I need to hurry.”

I don’t have time to waste feeling relieved after surviving each trap.

I flew out and over the pit before landing and taking off at a sprint.

The dungeon naturally progressed further underground as I searched for more enemies to kill. Defeat monsters, fall into a trap, go downstairs, defeat monsters, fall into a trap, go downstairs, and repeat.

The feeling reminded me of all-nighters I’d pull in school.

On the way down, I encountered Mercedes-chan’s meat toilet.

“U-Umm, at least let the Roper live.”

“I’m sorry, but I don’t have any time to waste.”

I cut through the Roper and continued on my way.

It was the exact opposite of what I wanted to do but I didn’t have any choice. I have no time to concern myself with a show put on by a non-virgin and her living vibrator. Not when I have two untouched hymens waiting for me. A new couple should both be virgins. I’m sure the God of Hymens and the God of Virgins would agree.

Everything’s fine. It will all work out.

I kept telling myself this as I ran through the dungeon, pushing back the dark thoughts slowly forming in my mind.

I finally reached the end of the dungeon.

“…really?”

A massive door nearly three metres tall greeted me.

It was different than all of the other doors I had passed through up until this point.

Every game I’ve ever played and common sense itself tells me that this is the boss room.

There were no other rooms on this floor and I searched every inch of the floors above me. If I plan on earning anymore gold from this dungeon, this is my only option. But that idea is intimidating. If it’s really a boss, then it has to be a strong monster.

“….”

No, I can’t get scared now.

If it means getting a new family, I’ll happily kill one or two bosses.

“All right.”

I began to conjure a massive Fireball.

A fired the massive ball of swirling flames at the door and blew it wide open, sending the door hurtling in to the room. I don’t know what kind of traps there might be on this door, but from my past experience, doors in this dungeon are likely to be trapped.

The explosion of my Fireball was followed by screaming coming from inside the room.

“Gyaaaaa!”

The door I sent flying must have hit someone inside.

Is that the boss?

It must be.

Once all of the dust had settled, I stepped inside the room.

It was a spacious room unlike the narrow passages and small rooms I’d encountered previously. The room was close to one hundred metres squared with a high ceiling. It reminded me of a high school gym. There was a raised platform near the back that looked an awful lot like a stage with a broken throne on it.

I noticed a figure had been knocked off of the throne and was now pulling itself to its feet.

“…sorry but who are you?”

“T-That’s my line! Who are you!?”

His voice reverberated through the empty room.

This person was a man that reminded me of the noble mage. He had receding black hair that created an M pattern on the top of his head, crimson eyes, and he wore a black cloak with red lining. His skin was sickeningly pale with deep lines carved into his face that reminded me of Sophie-chan’s father.

He was surprisingly good looking.

“My name is Tanaka and you are?”

“….”

No response.

It seems like he’s having a hard time figuring me out.

“Is something wrong?”

“Are you another dog sent to do the Ahan’s bidding?”

“Come again?”

I wasn’t expecting to hear Drill-chan’s surname be brought up.

I recently found out that she’s a virgin. I recalled times when that busty loli would laugh cheerfully. Now knowing that underneath that long flowing skirt hides an unbroken hymen gives me an entirely different impression of her.

And, according to her, that is the proof of her pride.

“W-What do you have to say for yourself!”

“I’m not exactly sure what qualifies someone to be a dog, but I suppose you could say I’m an acquaintance to some degree.”

“Ha!?”

After saying this, the man’s expression changed from curiosity to hatred.

He must have some kind of connection to the Ahan family.

Considering this dungeon was located underneath Drill-chan’s castle, I shouldn’t be surprised. But why would this guy choose to live in a dungeon so deep underground? I can’t understand why someone with a relationship to Drill-chan’s family would do so.

“Tch, I can’t allow you to expose me just yet. I won’t allow you to escape!”

The conversation quickly changed to a fight before I knew it.

A magic circle formed beneath his feet.

“Take this!”

In response to his shout, a seven coloured beam of light shot out of his hand. A magic that’s commonly used by people of a neighbouring country.

“Tch….”

I quickly responded by shooting a Fireball at him.

As each colour made contact with my Fireball, a low boom echoed throughout the room as I was hit with the concussive force sent out by the explosions. It was a surprisingly pleasant feeling.

“Wha–”

I opened up his status window just as the final explosions were going off.

 

Name	Roy Amon
Sex	Male
Race	Vampire
Level	199
Job	Dejected Loser
HP	12101/151000
MP	228021/240111
STR	13000
VIT	14010
DEX	20002
AGI	10035
INT	29100
LUC	1100

As expected of a boss, he’s completely different than all of the other monsters.

“Y-You can’t be…. Another demon?”

“….”

He must be referring to the long-haired man. So this man really is familiar with Drill-chan. What kind of past do they have?

“I’m sorry things got off on the wrong foot. Could we take a moment and talk instead?”

“…what would be the point in talking?”

“I have no intention of killing you. There was merely some circumstances that led me here completely unrelated to you.”

“….”

I decided the best course of action was to talk with him and learn why he’s here.

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