Volume 7 Chapter 19 The Request
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The single greatest change in my life since meeting Master has been the food. At the slave dealership, the portions weren’t small and the flavor wasn’t terrible, but expensive meat was a luxury I never touched. My only dream was to one day eat my fill of it.
That dream was realized during my very first meal in Master’s service. I was stunned when he served meat-and not just any meat, but high-grade Orc and Minotaur. It was more delicious than anything I had ever tasted, and I was allowed to eat until I was stuffed. My lifelong ambition was fulfilled in a single, effortless moment. Right then, I resolved to devote my entire life to him. When I expressed this devotion, he looked somewhat troubled-I wonder now if my timing or my delivery was off?
What truly shocked me, however, was when Master decided to cook for himself. He looked like he was just tossing things onto the fire haphazardly, yet the result was better than any professional restaurant I’ve ever visited. I honestly questioned if it was even the same animal. (Ah, my mouth is watering just thinking about it…) Still, preparing meals is a slave’s duty. To ask Master to cook for me every time would be the height of irreverence. Just having him grill for us once in a while is more than I could ever hope for… though I can’t quite suppress the urge to ask for just one more bite.
* * *
Three days have passed since Master left on his quest. During his absence, the members of the Gale Party have handled our escort to the dungeon, so there hasn’t been any major trouble. They even went as far as to build us a cold-storage cellar to keep our meat fresh, so our daily life hasn’t changed much from when Master is home. The only real problem is Camilla; she’s been acting like a lost puppy the entire time.
”Master…”
”Camilla, Master won’t be back for another four days at the earliest,” I reminded her.
”I know…”
Whenever she finishes her chores or her training, Camilla just stands by the window, staring out at the estate grounds. We aren’t even halfway through his trip, but she’s visibly wilting. Even the Gale Party members have noticed and are worried, trying their best to dote on her and keep her spirits up, but I’m not sure how much of an effect it’s having. Ilse and I try to distract her too, but it’s no use. To Camilla, Master is someone who simply cannot be replaced.
Our monster hunting in the dungeon is going fine on the surface. This is our first time diving without Master, but since we’ve lowered the rank of our targets, we aren’t in any real danger. Juliet-sama¹ remarked that “Daisuke is overprotective,” but Master has always prioritized our safety. We receive support that is almost too generous for mere slaves; I have nothing but gratitude for it.
The only issue is Camilla’s focus. She’s been distracted, and her reactions are getting sluggish. Since the monsters are weak, she isn’t in peril, and I understand her heart isn’t in it, so I won’t be harsh with her. Still, it’s a bit concerning. I’ll try to give her a little pep talk.
”Camilla, if you work hard and clear these monsters, I’m sure Master will praise you the moment he gets back.”
”! Yes, Liese-san!² I’ll do my best!”
”True, Daisuke is a total sucker for hard work. But Camilla is such a pusho-“
”Ilse, that is quite enough,” I said, cutting her off.
”Mmph!?”
I clamped my hand over Ilse’s mouth before she could ruin the moment. Camilla was finally motivated; there was no need to throw cold water on her. After that, Camilla became more aggressive in her attacks than usual, and our efficiency actually shot up. I was worried about her MP management, but the magic tool Master gave me-the one disguised as a simple pendant-seems to be doing its job perfectly.
It’s been a long time since I’ve hunted without Master’s protection. Not since the days before I was a slave, when I used to hunt near my childhood home. Having Master at our backs-knowing he’s there to rescue us if things go south-is a massive comfort, but I’m ashamed of how much I’ve come to lean on that safety net. I need to train harder. One day, we need to be strong enough to take down powerful enemies on our own.
* * *
I lived in the slave dealership before I met Master, but I wasn’t born into bondage. For as long as I can remember, it was just the three of us. My father was a Red Dragonewt of the fire-dragon lineage, and my mother was an Ice Dragonewt of the ice-dragon line. They told me how they met; because our races are naturally incompatible, their marriage was forbidden. They were disowned by their families and driven out of their villages, eventually eloping together. They always said they had no regrets, but I know they struggled.
My father was a spearman, just like I am now. He worked as a solo adventurer, and I’d guess he was about as strong as the Gale Party members are today. He was the one who first taught me the spear. He was a strict teacher during training, but he had a playful streak; we were often scolded by Mother together. His burning red scales were so magnificent.
Mother wasn’t a combatant, so she handled the house and grew vegetables in a small garden. She was a disciplinarian, but she had a softness to her-she’d always give in if I asked her earnestly enough. When she did get angry, she was terrifying; she definitely held the real power in the house. Her translucent blue scales were the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. I loved them both dearly. Even now, I still harbor a deep resentment toward the families and villages that cast them out.
I am a Grey Dragonewt, a being abandoned by the gods. Both of my parents apologized to me constantly for my form, but while I hate being a “Grey,” I never blamed them. I am the proof of their love for one another, and there was never a doubt in my mind that they loved me.
After a string of misfortunes claimed their lives, I had no choice but to become a slave. I was far too young to make it as an adventurer on my own. My years in the slave dealership were filled with grueling discipline. In the beginning, I was desperate every single day. If I failed to learn, I’d be labeled a bottom-tier slave and sold to the mines. For someone with my low level, that was a death sentence.
They even trained us for Nightly Service³ on the assumption that we’d be bought by men. Because virginity is highly prized, we didn’t practice with real men, but I spent countless hours practicing m**urbation and oral techniques using wooden phalluses. I wasn’t particularly naturally gifted at it, but I pushed myself to learn so that I could one day satisfy my future Master.
* * *
”Have you decided on your ‘request’ for Daisuke-san yet?” Juliet asked.
”Yes,” Camilla chirped. “I’ve decided.”
”Me too!” Ilse added.
”Is Ilse asking for a ‘reward’ then?”
”Yeah,” Ilse replied. “Living with Daisuke has been a blast every day, but it’s been a while since we really got down to business.”
”Daisuke did say he could already guess what you’d want,” Juliet laughed. “So that shouldn’t be a problem. What about you, Camilla-chan?⁴ Is it… that?”
”Yes,” Camilla whispered, her face flushing. “I’ve thought about it for the last three days. I used to think it was too much to ask for, but I want to be closer to Master… I want to be loved, just like the rest of you. Is that wrong of me?”
”Daisuke said he’d grant ‘anything,’ so why not?” Juliet reassured her.
”Exactly,” Lady Ines added with a smile. “My body is barely any different from yours, Camilla-chan, and he loves me just fine. Daisuke-san will definitely answer those feelings. It’ll be okay.”
”…Thank you so much,” Camilla murmured.
It seems Camilla and Ilse have already made up their minds. Ilse’s “reward” is almost certainly sexual service; I knew they’d been intimate since before he bought her. Based on the conversation, Camilla is likely asking for the same.
When I first arrived and offered him my body for the night, he turned me down. Yet the ladies seem certain that Camilla and Ilse will be accepted. Even though we are all slaves, there seems to be some fundamental difference between me and those two. I still don’t understand what it is…
”Liese-chan, you can’t hold back either, okay?” Ines urged.
”She’s right,” Juliet agreed. “Daisuke can handle whatever you throw at him.”
”Especially you, Liese,” Lady Ines noted. “You tend to be too reserved. Think about what you want Daisuke to do for you. Don’t worry about us.”
”Thank you, ladies. But I am a slave; I’m already treated far better than I deserve.”
”Has Daisuke-san ever forced you to do anything or made you endure something just because you’re a slave?” Juliet asked pointedly.
”No, never.”
”Then there’s no reason to hold back, right? He wouldn’t be happy if he knew you were being ‘polite’ with your heart. Honestly, knowing him, he’d be thrilled if you just asked him for a hug.”
”Wait, isn’t that just what you want, Ines?”
”Ugh! Well, maybe… Hah, I wish he’d just come home already.”
”Hehe, I feel the same way.”
What do I truly want from Master? Until recently, I couldn’t think of anything besides his cooking. But lately, I’ve been wavering.
Should I just ask for a night of service? He turned me down once, but he also said I had “feminine charm,” so I don’t think he finds me repulsive. Master has relationships with many women, so his libido must be quite high. If I can please Master, then that would be my greatest wish.
”Hmm, that’s not a bad thought,” Ines mused, “but try to think about what you want to do, Liese. What you want him to do to you.”
”His drive is definitely high,” Juliet added. “I didn’t think he’d keep me up all night long the other day.”
”I know!” Ines squealed. “It was embarrassing that the sound was leaking, but being wanted like that for an entire night… it felt so good. ♡”
”That wasn’t my point, Ines! Hah… you’re really a softie for him.”
”But a whole night? That sounds dreamy! ♡ Juliet-san, you want that too, don’t you?”
”I… well, I’m not saying no. It’s a wonderful feeling to be desired that much…”
I don’t know what those three are planning to ask for, but it seems I’m the only one left undecided. He was dismissive of me before, but seeing how satisfied and happy Lady Ines looks after he holds her, I find myself… curious. I want to know what it’s like. But asking out of “personal curiosity” feels disrespectful, so I can’t make that my “request.”
I couldn’t ask for it, but hoping he might reach for me, I offered to share his bed the night before he left. In the end, we only slept side-by-side. But the sense of security I felt sleeping next to him was wonderful. It reminded me of sleeping with my parents; it was a warm, nostalgic feeling.
* * *
Everything we have-the daily meat, this magnificent mansion-stems from Master’s power. Just as I gave up on being an independent adventurer, I know that in this world, if you aren’t strong, you don’t eat. And Master’s strength is frankly terrifying. I’ve heard that even eight months ago, his power far exceeded his level.
When he saved the Gale Party, he allegedly took down thirty-six Orcs single-handedly. He did it without taking a scratch or running out of mana. He hates being called “abnormal,” but there’s no other word for it. His healing magic is even high enough to regenerate Camilla’s lost limbs-something very few Priests can do.
He never talks about his Class. Juliet-sama says he’s just “embarrassed” by it, and the others just give wry smiles, so I assume it’s something highly specialized. Regardless, I am proud to have been chosen by a man of such overwhelming caliber. Even after hearing about the stigma of the Grey Dragonewt, he took me in. I’m sure he had a reason I don’t yet understand. He has plenty of money, so I hope… I want to believe it wasn’t just because I was cheap.
As a warrior myself, I strive to master the spear, but I wonder if I’ll ever even see the horizon of Master’s strength. I’ve had him coach me, but the gap is so vast I can’t even see the peak he stands on. I wanted to ask him to spar-perhaps against a human opponent to make it easier to gauge-but since that requires his labor, it feels wrong for a “request.”
What should I ask for? I suppose I need to think about it a little longer.
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Summary:
While Daisuke is away on a quest, the slaves Liese, Camilla, and Ilse are left in the care of the Gale Party. They dive into the dungeon for training, but Camilla struggles with separation anxiety. The group discusses the ‘requests’ Daisuke promised them, leading Liese to reflect on her tragic past and her own desire for intimacy.
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Trivia:
- Liese’s parents were a rare Red and Blue Dragonewt couple who eloped.
- A Grey Dragonewt is considered an omen of being ‘abandoned by the gods’.
- Daisuke once killed 36 Orcs at a level where he should have been their equal.
- Regeneration magic is extremely rare even for Priest-type classes
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Character Insight:
Liese is moving from a mindset of survival-based gratitude (food/safety) to a desire for emotional and physical validation, though her internalized sense of slave-status and ‘Grey’ stigma makes her hesitate.
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Lore And Worldbuilding Context:
The author uses Liese’s internal monologue to bridge the gap between ‘Daisuke as a person’ and ‘Daisuke as an overpowered entity’ through a warrior’s perspective.
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Glossary:
Notes:
• Camilla – 14‑year‑old fox‑type beastkin, ~140 cm, thin, fluffy tail that thumps when excited and stands straight when nervous, twitching ears, simple accessories. Rescued from a duel with Gerta, she’s shy, spoiled, sees Daisuke as a father, fears abandonment, seeks his scent and approval, socially anxious yet easily pleased, helps clean. A slave‑earred girl attached to Daisuke, craves head‑pats, cries when separated, favored by Rin, and shares household duties.
• Ilse – Seventeen‑year‑old tiger‑type beastman archer with pointed ears, thick tail and petite frame. Once a merchant‑guild worker turned bandit, rescued on an escort mission and now Daisuke’s companion. Blunt, headstrong, diligent; bow‑skilled, Scavenger talent, high Fortitude. Informal with Daisuke, craves his attention, teases him, asks for the ‘aahn’ feeding, uses magic and flashes a wry smile at his overwhelming strength. Energetic slave girl, bold and perverted about rewards.
• Daisuke – Mid-40s Japanese reincarnated adventurer, youthful face, B-Rank (Lv69) blessed by the Green God as an Onanist. Wields one‑handed sword & buckler, uses Earth/Wind magic, stealth, speed, transformation, Item Box. Manages slaves Ilse, Liese, Camilla; mentors Rin & Cassandra; dates Ines; pursues Regina & Dietlinde; runs a harem, cooks expertly, coordinates Royal Knight missions. Former college student turned traveler, now leads a party with a mace, healing magic, ‘Massage’ skill, and an ‘Ordeal’ effect.
• Juliet – A 150 cm cat-kin beastwoman of the Gale Party with blue bob hair, expressive cat ears, a fluffy tail that puffs when teased, and a large chest; wears hot pants, a crop-top, and a short jacket. Prickly tsundere with sensitive hearing, blunt and prone to teasing Daisuke, yet deeply attached and consenting to their shared living and romantic bond after her first sexual experience with him—once traumatized and averse to intimacy, she’s slowly warming, disliking lewd talk and criticizing his “broken” combat style while relying on him in battle. Twin Winds instructor and scout, dual-wields a two-handed sword, possesses the Idaten skill, has a nekojita palate, and is easily lonely, finding solace only in Daisuke’s presence.
• Liese – Standing 170 cm tall, she has grey‑blue hair, thick horns and grey scales on her neck and limbs. Once a Grünewald guild trainee and spear‑user, she is now Daisuke’s disciplined, loyal vanguard and his first slave. Polite and hardworking, she guides the other girls, her tail thumping to betray emotions as she serves her master—a deferential slave girl struggling with self‑assertion.
• Ines – 170 cm tall, voluptuous swordsman (Level 21+, D-Rank) and leader of the Gale Party, with long emerald-green hair, blue eyes, and a statuesque, erotic silhouette. She wears heavy armor styled like a college girl, radiating a goddess-like smile despite her shy, naive nature and easy embarrassment. Logical yet deeply affectionate, she adores Daisuke—her first lover and shield-vanguard—worries she’s a nuisance, yet boldly asks to bathe with him, her warmth and devotion shining through her armor-clad grace.
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