"Sit on my lap."
Pablo gave an order.
And those four words managed to rile eleven people.
Out of eleven, ten of them were the slaves and the eleventh one was…
"Now that’s just too much. I won’t allow it." It was Sera. She removed the cloth from her face. She won’t stay silent at this.
She instantly ca in front of Pablo.
"I will n-"
"Relax." Pablo stopped her from speaking.
"How can I relax?" Sera stomped her leg.
"I was just ssing around. Haha." Pablo laughed out loud. "I was kidding. I just wanted to see the reactions."
Sera squinted her eyes. "Really?"
"Yeah. Why would I ask her to sit on my lap? That’s what kids ask. If I really wanted sothing dirty, I would have asked her to sit sowhere else."
The Elf girl twitched.
Sera kept standing.
"Cover your face, Sera. I was really joking. Don’t worry." Pablo assured Sera.
"Okay." Sera believed Pablo… for now at least.
She covered her face again and stood behind Pablo.
The other slaves also cald down and the Elf girl was still shivering.
’Why is she so afraid though? Just because she is an Elf?’
"Don’t worry, girl. I won’t do anything like that. Calm down."
’Hmm." The elf girl gave a weak nod.
Pablo sighed.
"Anyway, you all should know what is going on on this side of the Kingdom here. Listen carefully."
The slaves nodded and Pablo began telling them about important things.
He told them about the Blood Fest War, which the slaves already know, then he told them about the extermination done by the Royals in the Hermit slums five years ago. He also shared how the residents of the slums summoned a Demon.
After that, he told them all about the white mist and the damage it did and is doing to the Glory city and to the Forsaken village.
He didn’t share about his military mission and he also didn’t share that he had two Egoes. He only shared the things that were important for the current situation.
"That’s all about it for now. I hope you all got it." Pablo finished the explanation.
The slaves nodded. They listened carefully and Pablo explained in simple words so it was easy for them to wrap their heads around it.
"It’s the payback for the Royals. This is the result of all the bad things they did." The eldest male slave shared his thoughts.
The other slaves agreed to him as well. They all hated the Royals.
Pablo paid no mind to that.
"Anyway, first of all, you all should have a na."
"You will give us nas?" The slaves were surprised.
"Don’t react like this every ti at every little thing. If I could I would have let you all go free. But making you all slaves was the only option. I will give you nas and I am repeating, don’t tell anyone that you are my slaves. Got that?"
"Yes, master."
"Tch. Don’t call that. It will give away our connection."
"Then? What should we call you? We can’t take your na."
"Just ’sir’ is fine. No need to be extravagant."
"Yes, sir."
"But that only applies to nine of you."
"Huh?" The slaves didn’t understand.
Pablo smiled. "You will call sothing else."
Pablo’s eyes were on the Elf girl and the Elf girl couldn’t be more uncomfortable.
"Wh-what should I call you… then?" The girl asked.
"Darling."
"What? No way." Sera dashed herself in front of Pablo again.
"I won’t allo-"
"Relax. I am joking again." Pablo was ssing around once more.
"What is wrong with you today? You never joke like this." Cupid said.
’I just like the Elf’s reactions.’
"Calm down." Pablo replied.
"Are you really joking?" Sera asked.
"Yes." Pablo assured her.
Sera stayed silent and then turned her head at the Elf.
The Elf flinched under Sera’s gaze.
"He is mine, bitch. Don’t ever co close to him. Even if I die, he will still be mine."
’She is a female version of you.’ Cupid remarked.
’Nah. She still has a long way to go for that.’
"Alright. That’s enough. I won’t joke anymore. Go back, Sera. And this girl will also call sir as well." Pablo tried to calm things down.
"Okay." Sera went behind Pablo again.
Pablo sighed. "So I was talking about your nas. Let’s get this over with."
Pablo looked at the youngest slave. A twelve years old boy.
"From now on, your na is Young."
"Yay!" The boy jumped in joy.
’You didn’t even think hard about their nas. What kind of na is Young?’ Cupid didn’t like the na at all.
’They would have liked it even if I called them Shit. They never received nas so they’ll be happy with anything. And now I will rember who is the youngest among them.’
’Suit yourself.’ Cupid won’t comnt now.
Pablo moved on to other slaves.
There were five male slaves and three of them were thirteen years old and one of them was twelve and the eldest one was seventeen.
Pablo looked at one of the thirteen year old boys.
"Your na is.." Pablo stared at the boy from head to toe. The boy was excited to hear his na.
"Brownie." Pablo gave the na.
"Thank you, sir." The boy liked it. He had brown hairs so Pablo chose just that as his na.
After that, he moved on to the other thirteen year old boy.
"Your na will be.." Pablo repeated the sa process as he looked at the boy.
"Pimple."
"Thank you so much, sir." The boy liked it. He was Pimple now. Pablo chose the na according to the face of the boy.
’That’s just lazy writing.’ Cupid couldn’t help but say that.
Pablo ignored her and focused on the last thirteen year old boy.
"You will be called.. Bush."
"It’s great. Thank you, sir." The boy, Bush, liked it. His hairs were curly and big, like a big cheering wig. So Pablo called him Bush.
Like that, four boys were done now only the eldest male slave was left.
He was also eager to know his na and Pablo wasted no ti.
"Your na shall be…" Pablo scanned the boy from head to toe and when he reached the toes of the boy, he frowned, his nose wrinkled.
"Sen?"
’The fcuk!?’ Cupid was forced to curse. She was flabbergasted because right there…
Pablo broke the limits of creativity.
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