Volume 7 Chapter 6 The Beastwoman’s Plea
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The next day.
Once things had finally settled down, I tended to the two who had fainted, then had the water spirit Undine clean both my body and the bed of all sorts of bodily fluids. Just as I was starting to feel human again—
”Excuse me… is Sir Soyuz here…?” came a breathless voice from outside the room, accompanied by a hesitant knock.
…Wait, could it be?
”Is that you, Ms. Mor!? What are you doing here?” I asked.
Standing at the door was a gaunt, gray-furred beastman woman in the prime of her life.
It was Ms. Mor, the mother of the beastgirl Georgia.
”I have come today to make a rather audacious request…” she said, her voice trembling.
Just standing looked painful. She’d made her way to this inn—far from her home—by pushing her poisoned body well past its limit.
”Anyway, please come inside. Lena, Vera, sorry, but could you let her use the bed?” I said.
The two girls, still dazed and tangled in sheets, made room without protest. I helped Ms. Mor inside, laid her down gently, and then decided to hear her out.
”Walking all the way here in that condition is reckless. What happened yesterday was only first aid. You’re still on the verge of life and death, you know,” I warned.
”I apologize… but more than my own condition, it’s my daughter…” she said.
”Georgia? No way,” I said sharply.
A nasty premonition churned in my gut.
Yeah—these kinds of bad predictions usually hit the mark.
”Georgia has been… captured by the Master… the former Master…” she confessed.
Ah, I knew it…
”Last night, just as you said, I gave that medicine to the rat we caught…” she continued.
”Did it go on a rampage for a moment, then drop dead?” I asked.
”Yes… just as you said,” she confirmed.
Well, of course it did. That poison was something Mama Vintenica concocted long ago. Hell, I might’ve brewed it myself decades ago.
”When Georgia saw that, she said, ‘I’ll go ask the Master!’ and ran out… and she hasn’t come back. She must’ve been captured…” Ms. Mor said, voice breaking.
Her words went down like poison.
Yeah. This is my fault.
If I hadn’t provoked that simple-minded, muscle-brained beastgirl with “know the truth,” then maybe this wouldn’t have happened. Why didn’t I see it coming? Am I an idiot?
”I… must have been left to die. Since no soldiers from the mansion came after me… I was able to make it this far…” she explained weakly.
”So you found this place… but how? It didn’t sound like Georgia told you,” I said.
”I followed the… scent…” she said hesitantly.
”Scent? I sprayed a body odor neutralizer on myself, you know?” I reminded her.
”I followed the male… scent you released…” she replied.
”…Ah,” I muttered.
Yeah. Even if I’d doused myself with neutralizer, I’d been lying there, using Life-Sharing magic with my d*ck out, dripping pre-cum all over the place.
I was nothing but one long chain of regrets. Just shame on shame.
Then, with pleading eyes, Ms. Mor looked up at me and said—
”I’m sorry for asking something so shameless… but please… could you help my daughter…?” she begged.
I met her gaze.
Ms. Mor, barely clinging to life, was wishing for her daughter’s safety more than her own survival.
I turned to Lena and Vera, who’d been watching silently.
”Please, do as you see fit, Sir Soyuz,” Lena said softly.
”That’s right,” Vera added, nodding.
They answered me before I could even ask.
”Is it okay? You were both furious at Georgia, though,” I asked.
”Of course, we can’t possibly forgive her for trying to take your life,” Lena said firmly. “But every drop of blood, every strand of hair, is yours. I could never go against your heart.”
”Vera too,” she echoed.
Nodding to both of them, I turned back to Ms. Mor.
”I understand. Let’s go help Georgia,” I said.
At those words, Ms. Mor’s eyes widened, and tears spilled down her cheeks.
”Thank you… so much… thank you, so much…” she whispered.
”That said, we can’t charge in during daylight. We’ll wait until nightfall. It’ll be fine—Georgia won’t be killed. After all, beastmen fetch a high price,” I explained.
At that, Ms. Mor, Lena, and Vera all grimaced.
Yeah. Beastmen that can be enslaved are worth a lot—just like half-elves and southerners.
T/N: “Southerners” here likely refers to people from a foreign or colonized region within the story’s setting, often exoticized and dehumanized in slave trade contexts common to this genre.
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”I never thought the benefactor who saved us would end up… like this.”
She must have settled after resting on the bed—Ms. Mor’s voice is clearer now.
Since there’s still plenty of time before sunset, I decide to ask her a few things.
”Why were you serving someone like that in the first place?” I ask.
I don’t really have to ask, but I start there anyway.
”After Georgia was born, I lost my partner not long after… and then, to raise my daughter, I lived by offering my body to the men of the village. But after all those years, I suppose I got my just desserts… I was struck by a terrible illness…” she answers quietly.
Lena and Vera listen intently, hanging on every word. This can’t feel like someone else’s story to them.
”Even though I was already an outcast in the village… called a whore, I was afflicted by that illness. Naturally, I was cast out. With little Georgia so young… we couldn’t stay with the beastmen. We set out in search of a glimmer of hope in human lands, but before we got far, we collapsed…” she continues, voice trembling.
”So, you were saved by your ‘former master,’” I say.
”Yes. He didn’t look down on us beastmen. He said, ‘Drink this,’ and gave us medicine. When I took it, all my suffering seemed to vanish like a lie…” she recalls.
”Yeah, that makes sense. That medicine is—so to speak—a narcotic. It makes you feel better in the moment, but your body’s gradually being eaten away. The more you take it, the more it destroys you,” I explain.
”You’re absolutely right. After I started taking it, I thought I was recovering. And to repay the kindness of the one who saved me when I was on the brink of death—and even took care of my daughter—I served him… never suspecting it was poison,” she admits.
Just as I thought.
The master of that mansion—the one who “saved” Ms. Mor and her daughter—is, bluntly, a real piece of shit.
That medicine alone is dangerous, but knowing its true nature and still using it? That’s pure villainy. Just like Vintenica Mama.
Before me sit a weakened beastwoman and her daughter—perfect prey. Selling them into slavery would be a fortune, but even if he made them serve him out of “gratitude,” they’d still be useful. And he chose the latter.
On the surface, it looked like they were recovering, gaining trust. But the mother, infected with an STD, was slowly being killed off. The daughter was probably just seen as a future slave to be sold—and until then, a pawn for dirty work. What a truly rotten bastard.
I glance at Lena and Vera.
Their eyes are wet with tears, fists clenched, faces twisted with hatred.
After hearing that story, there’s no way they wouldn’t feel rage. They’ve probably forgotten any soft feelings they had for Georgia.
Feeling a flicker of hope from their resolve, I ask the one thing I absolutely need to know this time.
”By the way. What kind of guy was your ‘former master’? Was he a slave trader or something?” I press.
”Um… he said he was just a merchant. But… there were many soldiers in the mansion, and a lot of suspicious people coming and going… and… it wasn’t just this time that Georgia was made to do that kind of work,” she replies hesitantly.
Hm. Just a merchant, huh?
A merchant with muscle, who can handle assassinations without blinking. Innovative.
Whether this ties to those guys is unclear, but it’s the only lead I have. Since my life’s on the line, I won’t let it slide. I need to teach them what it means to target adventurers.
”Well, no matter what kind of guy he is, it doesn’t change the fact that we’ll crush him. Lena, Vera,” I say firmly.
”Yes. We will definitely meet Sir Soyuz’s expectations,” Lena replies.
”Vera will do her best too!” Vera adds eagerly.
They’re already brimming with fighting spirit, ready for battle.
Watching them, Ms. Mor murmurs sadly, “If only I had… a body that could fight… it’s so frustrating…”
Her face twists with regret as tears stream down.
Beastfolk are a proud race. The anger and suffering of a woman whose pride’s been trampled and whose daughter was taken away is beyond imagining.
So—
”If I could heal your body right now… would you come with us?” I offer.
All I can offer is a chance for revenge.
But to do that, I need to perform Life-Sharing. Not some simple blood-based method like yesterday, but the act of injecting semen into the uterus, believed to be the most effective.
It feels like taking advantage of their weakness, but this is the only magic I’ve got.
Ms. Mor nods in response.
”If such a thing is possible… please let me join you,” she says resolutely.
Notes:
• Lena – Female. A young slave girl in her early teens. Her appearance is emaciated with brown skin, long black hair, and grotesque scars across her face, including one that blinds her left eye. She wears a black collar and tattered clothing. Her relationship to the protagonist is that of a rescued victim. She is silent and appears to have endured severe physical and emotional abuse.
• Vintenica – She is a tall, slender magic user, appeared as the new mistress buying six boys, wearing a deep purple robe with her right half face hidden by a white mask, half beautiful young woman and half eerie with blood-red lips, mysterious and slightly frightening.
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