Volume 3 Chapter 11 Encounter
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
I consulted Roman and had him take custody of the slave children who were at Torben’s hideout.
He told me it would take at least two days just to process the paperwork and coordinate their final destinations.
Together with Nier and the others, I stayed by their side and looked after the children until every last one of them fell fast asleep.
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——The Next Morning.
Nier announced that she wanted to help take care of the children today as well, leaving the room with Helga early this morning.
If it helps clear her mind even a little bit, I might as well let her do as she pleases.
When I tracked down Sebastian to confirm our upcoming schedule, he informed me that managing the various arrangements would take about two days.
He had already approached the church’s orphanage yesterday.
However, it was apparently impossible for them to take in thirty-six children all at once, no matter how much donation money we piled up for them.
It wasn’t an issue of funding, but rather a structural limitation of their system.
The absolute maximum number of individuals the orphanage could reasonably accommodate was a dozen or so at best.
Therefore, Sebastian decided that if there were no issues during their personal interviews, the thirteen children who were twelve or older would be taken in as the lowest-ranking servants of the Brooke-Taylor house while retaining their slave status.
He assured me that the household would take full responsibility for them and look after them until they reached adulthood.
He mentioned they might sell them off to a slave merchant once they turned fifteen.
Even so, having their food, clothing, and shelter fully guaranteed at a noble’s mansion until they grow up isn’t a bad deal at all.
As for the twenty-three children who were eleven or younger, he promised to reach out in every direction to see if any buyers or caretakers could be found.
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Today, partly to reward them for their hard work, I brought John and Reina along with me to a local tavern.
Both of them have been doing an excellent job for me.
The fact that we managed to make it all the way to Niver safely is precisely because these two were around.
”Hey there, handsome, aren’t you going to stay and play with us~?”
”No thanks. I’m here to drink with this woman of mine,” I said.
”Tch, no fun~”
This establishment was a tavern and brothel officially licensed by Niver City.
The first floor was set up as a standard bar, packed with an abundance of prostitutes entertaining male customers.
The second and third floors served as a short-stay brothel, operating on a system where you could take a girl you fancied upstairs to have a quiet, intimate session.
Even though it was still well before noon, the place was absolutely packed and doing a roaring trade.
I was genuinely surprised to learn that the owner of this entire operation was an official executioner who carried out death sentences.
”That damn John! I wondered what he was planning, but to drag us into a place like this~!” Reina said.
”Come on, don’t be like that. The guy was probably feeling pent up after the journey,” I replied.
Reina and I were sitting in the furthest corner seat of the tavern, drinking together.
Sitting directly to my right, Reina was absolutely furious, her cheeks flushed with anger.
The moment John had stepped foot into the tavern, he had blurted out, “Well, I’m off to handle my business!” before immediately picking a girl and rushing up to the second floor.
Of course, I had heard about his plans in advance.
In fact, I was the one footing the bill for the prostitute.
It always feels good to sleep with a woman using someone else’s money, doesn’t it?
Personally, I don’t care much for professional streetwalkers.
Apparently, if you put down a single silver coin, you can buy a woman for an entire day with a wide selection to choose from, lodging fees fully included.
Placing my left hand over Reina’s hand as it rested on the table, I spoke to her.
”So, Reina. Sometime back, our little chat ended up being cut short right in the middle, didn’t it?”
”Eh… w-what do you mean by that, Ryu-sama?”
”You know exactly what I mean. What you were telling me before. The part about how you m**urbate all the time.”
”M-m-mas…”
”So, let’s hear the truth. Did you end up mast**bating in your own room last night after we parted ways?”
”T-that’s completely untrue… or rather, I didn’t…”
”Don’t you dare lie to me. You are already my slave, remember? Confess your m**urbation habits to me honestly.”
”…Yes. I… I did it…”
Reina looked down, trying to hide her face behind her long bangs.
When I peered up from below to check her expression, my eyes locked onto her deeply embarrassed, blushing face.
”Heh. How exactly do you do it? Let me touch that p**sy of yours for a second.”
”Eh, wait—”
Saying that, I thrust my right hand straight into the front of Reina’s pants.
Ignoring the way she squirmed and twisted her body, I slid my fingers deep inside her underwear.
As I traced my finger down along Reina’s split, I quickly located a small, distinct swelling near the very top.
I began to knead and roll the hard little nub around with my middle finger.
”Ah, anh… wait… no, Ryu-sama… you can’t… not in a public place like this…”
”Who cares? This is exactly that kind of establishment anyway.”
”Anh… no… stop… it’s so humiliating…”
The patrons sitting all around us were busy stroking the working girls’ asses or shoving their hands into blouses to grope breasts, so my actions weren’t a problem at all.
Granted, I was the only customer who had brought his own girl just to give her a finger-job right at the table.
A slick, slimy fluid began to drip continuously from Reina’s wet heat.
I slid my middle finger deep into her wet slit, stirring her insides around completely.
An old man sitting at the very next table was sipping his liquor, watching Reina’s twisting face with a massive, dirty smirk.
The other customers nearby had predictably noticed what was happening as well, casting frequent glances over at our corner.
I thoroughly enjoyed the sheer thrill of formatting the v**inal hole of a girl I hadn’t even kissed yet right in front of a public audience—a scandalous situation that would be completely unthinkable back in Japan.
Come to think of it, I haven’t managed to kiss Helga yet either.
”Hey, Reina. Why exactly is your p**sy soaking wet like this?”
”Ah, ah… n-no… stop…”
”Come on. Tell me why.”
”It… it feels… so good… because… anh…”
”Take a good look around us. Everyone is staring at your sweating, ecstatic face right now. Are you really okay with that?”
”No… stop… don’t look at me… ah… I’m c**ming!”
While gulping down a mug of terrible ale and nibbling on salty appetizers, I intently repeated the same meaningless, repetitive questions while continuing to systematically fiddle with Reina’s v**ina.
No matter how much time passes, there was absolutely no sign of John coming downstairs.
Since I had explicitly told him at the door that it was perfectly fine if he stayed out until morning, he probably intended to return tomorrow.
Eventually, I set off on the path home, dragging Reina along with me. Her pants were completely drenched through, looking as though she had violently leaked urine all over herself.
As we were stepping out, the dirty old man from the neighboring table called out to her.
”Damn, girl, you put on quite a show! Come back soon!” the old man shouted.
By the time we exited the establishment, the sun had tilted considerably in the sky.
It seemed I had been messing around inside Reina’s v**inal hole for a solid three or four hours.
Even the skin on my fingertips had turned wrinkly and shriveled from her fluids.
When I arrived back at the mansion with Reina, who was walking while clinging tightly to my arm for support, she immediately stumbled off toward her own bedroom in a complete daze.
Out in the courtyard, Nier and Helga were surrounded by a large group of small children, happily playing games and entertaining them.
(Hmm. Even if I stay inside the mansion, I have absolutely nothing to do.)
Come to think of it, we still had the carcass of that wolf John had killed on our way to Niver.
”I guess I’ll go show my face at the Niver Adventurer’s Guild or something,” I said.
I retrieved the wolf from my Interdimensional Space¹ and hoisted the heavy carcass over my back.
Walking out toward the central square, I eventually located a large building displaying the familiar sword-and-shield signboard and stepped inside the Adventurer’s Guild.
Directly in front of the entrance were four reception windows, each staffed by an individual clerk.
Further into the back area, I could see several more staff members who looked like administrative office workers.
Turning my gaze over to the left, I noticed a massive, attached tavern area where dozens of men and women were boisterously drinking and shouting.
The entire building was massive, and the sheer volume of guild staff and active adventurers was staggering.
From a quick glance, the facility appeared to be more than twice the scale of the Adventurer’s Guild back in Grimm.
I walked over to one of the unoccupied reception desks and called out to the girl working there.
”Excuse me. I heard you guys buy wolf carcasses, so I brought one in.”
”Yes, a wolf, correct. We will process your reward money immediately, so please head over to the inspection bay and secure a purchase slip first,” the receptionist said.
Following her directions to the back bay, I encountered a middle-aged man who was as fat as a prize pig, wearing a heavily blood-stained apron.
”Yo. I need you to take this wolf off my hands.”
”Right, a wolf it is. Just dump the carcass over here,” the man said.
Securing the completed purchase slip from him, I walked right back over to the reception desk.
”I got the purchase slip.”
”Thank you. May I please see your adventurer plate?” the receptionist asked.
”Yeah, here it is.”
”A-A silver plate?! P-Please wait just a moment!” the receptionist cried.
The young reception girl screamed out in sheer shock at the silver plate I placed on the counter, turning on her heel to sprint frantically into the back offices.
Seeing her dramatic reaction, the surrounding adventurers in the hall immediately began to buzz with a noisy commotion.
”Hey, look, that old guy over there is a silver-rank.”
”Seriously? He looks completely average to me.”
”Shut your mouth! If he hears you, he’ll slaughter you where you stand.”
”Has anyone actually seen that guy around before?”
”Nah, I’ve never laid eyes on him in my life.”
The crowd was whispering dark rumors about me.
Unfortunately for them, their voices were incredibly loud, meaning I could hear every single word they were saying.
As I waited patiently in the center of the growing crowd surrounding me, a massive old man who looked exactly like a giant gorilla stuffed into human clothes emerged from the back office.
He exuded the intense, heavy aura of a legendary, veteran combatant.
”Sorry to keep you waiting! Are you really Ryuichi, the silver-rank adventurer who cleared out Grimm!?” the man bellowed.
”Yeah, that’s me. And who might you be?”
”Ah, where are my manners! I’m Simon, the Guild Master of this Niver Adventurer’s Guild branch.”
”Hou. The Guild Master himself.”
”Normally, an official notice is supposed to hit my desk the exact moment a new silver plate is minted anywhere in the region. However, I haven’t received a single formal word about you from the Grimm branch yet,” Guild Master Simon said.
”That makes sense. It was issued to me just a few days ago, after all.”
”I knew it! Well, regardless of the paperwork delay, welcome to our city. Please make yourself entirely at home here. If you ever need anything at all, don’t hesitate to come directly to me!” Guild Master Simon said.
Simon thrust his massive hand forward, practically demanding a handshake, so I had no choice but to obligingly take it.
After delivering his booming welcome, Simon let out a wild, boisterous laugh and strode right back into the rear offices.
I didn’t quite understand what all the fuss was about, but I had managed to establish a direct connection with the local Guild Master, so I decided to chalk it up as a win.
With Simon gone, the trembling reception girl returned to hand over my reward money, which amounted to a single silver coin.
Turning around with the intention of heading back to the mansion, the dense crowd of adventurers that had boxed me in suddenly parted with a sharp, synchronized swish.
Under the intense scrutiny of the remaining onlookers, I began walking calmly toward the main exit.
Suddenly, a massive wave of excitement and panic began to erupt from the adventurers gathered near the tavern section.
”Hey, look over there… isn’t that the silver-rank…”
”It’s Sylvia of the Crimson Lotus! Since when was she back in Niver!?”
”Heheh, damn, she’s got an incredibly cute face under there.”
”You absolute moron, shut your mouth right now! Do you want her to break your nose again!?”
It seemed a notable figure named Sylvia of the Crimson Lotus… had just arrived.
Turning my head back to see what the adventurers were gawking at, I spotted a figure wearing a deep green hood cutting straight through the tavern area, advancing directly toward my position.
The terrified crowd scrambled backward, parting rapidly to avoid making any form of contact with her.
”No way… are two silver-ranks about to go at it!?”
”Back off, everyone! Move or you’ll get caught in the splash damage!”
As the local adventurers scattered to a safe distance, Sylvia’s entire body finally came into clear, unobstructed view.
She walked with a strange, swaying gait, radiating an incredibly bizarre and heavy pressure.
So this was the person they called Sylvia of the Crimson Lotus.
She wore a long, heavy green traveling coat with the hood pulled down tightly over her head, completely obscuring her facial features from a distance.
Her slender frame, visible through the deliberate openings of her unbuttoned coat, was outfitted in pristine leather armor.
On her legs, she wore dark leather boots that extended just below her knees.
A composite bow and a full quiver of arrows were strapped securely to her back, while a finely crafted longsword hung from her left hip.
She smoothly stepped across the perimeter, entering within a three-meter radius of me.
(——! This girl, is she looking for a fight!?)
Sylvia was completely saturated, her entire physical form overflowing with an incredibly dense, concentrated aura of Mana².
It was almost as if a human-shaped manifestation of raw magical energy was walking directly toward me.
The sheer volume of her internal energy reserves was several times greater than any master sorcerer I had encountered so far.
It was my absolute first time seeing anyone capable of maintaining such a refined state of magical compression, let alone someone harboring that tier of raw capacity.
I immediately readied my inner circuits, preparing to instantly deploy my magic at the absolute slightest hint of an aggressive movement.
Sylvia came to a sudden halt just a step or two away from me.
She remained completely motionless, her arms hanging loosely at her sides.
She stood slightly shorter than me.
Her wide-open, pale green eyes locked onto my face, staring at my features with absolute intensity.
(This kid… she’s a woman.)
She was incredibly young, and exceptionally beautiful.
Furthermore, her complexion was startlingly fair.
Her skin possessed a ghostly, radiant whiteness that far surpassed even the fair-skinned Helga.
Slowly raising her hands, Sylvia reached up to her head and peeled back the heavy green hood.
A tight cloth wrap, a cloth stor, was wound securely around her skull, completely binding and concealing her hair and ears from view.
Sylvia took one more deliberate step forward, closing the remaining distance between us.
She was now standing so close that I could have easily reached out and touched her.
The massive circle of adventurers watching from the safety of the walls held their collective breath, silently observing the confrontation.
Sylvia parted her lips, whispering in a voice so incredibly quiet it was meant solely for my ears.
”My name is Sylvia. …I ask that you please grant me the honor of knowing yours.”
In response to her hushed inquiry, I muttered back just as softly.
”I’m Ryuichi. …What exactly do you want with me?”
The absolute instant my name left my lips, Sylvia’s pale green eyes suddenly welled with thick moisture, and a single, clear tear came trickling down the edge of her cheek.
”The ancient legends… they were entirely true. The promise that you would eventually return to our world to save us from our endless suffering…”
Dropping straight down onto the wooden floorboards, Sylvia sank onto both knees, clasping her hands tightly in front of her chest as she looked up into my eyes.
”I have spent my entire life waiting for the glorious day I would finally meet you. …Spirit King³,” Sylvia said.
Beholding the unbelievable sight of the legendary Sylvia kneeling submissively before me, the entire guild hall erupted into a massive, deafening uproar all at once.
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Summary:
Ryuichi moves through Niver’s dark social underside before testing his local renown at the grand town guildhouse. His status as an elite silver plate holder sparks shock waves through the lower ranks. Sylvia approaches with intense physical energy to deliver a world-altering revelation that links him directly to dynamic old world prophecies, leaving his true heritage completely hanging
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Trivia:
- The specific owner of the complex functions officially as the town executioner.
- The local guild outpost stands at more than double the structural footprint of the Grimm variant.
- Sylvia’s headwrap is explicitly identified by a corrupted raw artifact spelling ‘cloth stor’
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Character Insight:
Ryuichi demonstrates continuous emotional detachment and baseline internal boredom, choosing manual physical domination of his slave over meaningful bonding, which shifts instantly into razor-sharp tactical evaluation when confronted by heavy localized mana forces.
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Glossary:
Notes:
• Torben – A Free Citizen who operates a slave-trading business out of a red-roofed, single-story house outside the city walls of Niver. He justifies his actions through the social stratification of slavery before being bound and executed by Ryuichi.
• Roman – A stout, sixty-year-old official in Niver, he sports a signature curled Kaiser mustache. As the authoritative head of the wealthy Brooke Taylor merchant guild and father to Mira, he balances managing city assets with a bureaucratic demeanor. Though dignified, he is a pragmatist willing to compromise his personal principles whenever he believes it will ultimately benefit the city.
• Nier – A 27-year-old Japanese woman with long black hair and refined features, she carries a motherly warmth despite profound trauma from the slave trade. Devoted to her captor and companion, Ryuichi, she manages domestic and scholarly tasks. Devastated by the tragic loss of her daughter, Mia, she leaves early each morning to act as a soft-spoken protector and surrogate to other rescued children.
• Helga – A fair-skinned, doll-like woman with blonde hair, silver eyes, and a raspy voice, she is a former receptionist and Ryuichi’s doted-on companion. Now working alongside Nier to look after rescued children, she assists with domestic tasks and horse care. Known to John and Reina, she balances her duties with a love for meat snacks, always wearing a signature fluffy gown.
• Sebastian – An immaculate, middle-aged butler of the Brooke-Taylor house who welcomes Mila and Ryuichi. Highly formal and organized, he manages household logistics, interviews, and long-term placements for dozens of slave children. Beyond his standard duties, he also acts as a key intermediary for Roman.
• Brooke – The family lineage to which Mila and her father belong. The Brooke Taylor family holds substantial aristocratic and financial influence within the city-state of Niver. The noble family name carried by Mila. The lineage holds aristocratic status within the region of Niver.
• Taylor – The family name carried by Mila and her father, representing a prominent noble lineage in Niver. The secondary component of the aristocratic family name carried by Mila Brooke Taylor.
• Reina – A 19-year-old village hunter and skilled archer with fair skin and a brown ponytail, she wears a leather cuirass and pants. As one of Ryuichi’s four submissive slaves, she sits to his right in the tavern and recently experienced a deeply embarrassing public physical encounter. A wilderness expert managing carriage security, she acts as an emotional heart for Allen and John while caring for rescued children.
• John – A large, twenty-year-old blond vanguard mercenary with a gruff, arrogant demeanor. He wears chainmail and a helm, wielding a two-handed sword and shield. Raised with Allen and Reina, he now serves as Ryuichi’s companion, combat slave, and carriage driver. He manages routes for Mila, protects his partners, minds rescued children, and enjoys taverns after feats like killing a wolf en route to Niver.
• Grimm – The name of a large settlement and community located near the Forest of Magic. Grimm is a walled city featuring a bustling marketplace and diverse population, though it suffers from severe lack of sanitation and a legalized slave trade.
• Ryuichi – Poison Snake is a 40-year-old, bearded Japanese silver-class adventurer and sorcerer with a plain, unremarkable build and casual clothing. He combines a cynical, grounded worldview with calculated pragmatism, using earth, healing, blue fire, and interdimensional space magic to protect his family. While he views his dependents, Nier and Helga, as tools, he defends them with lethal rage.
• Simon – A massive, muscular old man resembling a giant gorilla stuffed into clothes who serves as the Guild Master of the Niver Adventurer’s Guild.
• Sylvia – A Silver-rank adventurer known as ‘the Crimson’ who possesses long, brilliant platinum-blonde hair, translucent white skin, an exceptionally flawless, voluptuous build, and long, sharply pointed elven ears. She initially wears heavy leather armor and carries a sword and bow before stripping down to her undergarments to prove her absolute loyalty. A young, beautiful, exceptionally pale-skinned silver-rank adventurer known as Sylvia of the Crimson Lotus. She wears a hooded green coat, leather armor, long boots, carries a bow, arrows, and a longsword, has wide pale green eyes, and wraps her head in a cloth wrap that completely hides her hair and ears.
• Man – A roughneck wearing a hat who participated in a group assault. He suffers the loss of his right arm and later his left arm during an experiment by the protagonist before being stored.
• Mira – The second daughter of Niver’s noble Brooke Taylor family, this thirteen-year-old girl is currently one of the protagonist’s slaves. She sports intricate braids in two coils, heavy makeup to appear older, and an elaborate, floor-length dress. Despite the trauma of a bandit ambush that killed her retainers, she retains aristocratic pride and deep geographical knowledge, negotiating coldly with Ryuichi.
• Hob – A species of Goblin with higher intelligence than ordinary Goblins. Speaks in halting words and shows fear toward the protagonist. Both hands were missing in the observed individual.
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