“Uh-huh.”
Seeing Carla’s forlorn expression, an unexplainable satisfaction spread from the depths of my heart.
This must be why the original Carla ended up like this.
The thrill of tornting her was just too good.
Well, Carla herself seed to think she’d been dealt a bad hand, but… one thing’s for sure.
Being my slave was actually fortunate for Carla.
Had I not been there, Count Kipros would have bought her.
The noble who bid 10,000 gold for her was a far more malicious person than I was.
In H&A, the protagonist started by enrolling in an academy, and by that ti, Carla had already been sold to Count Kipros.
Carla was ntioned rely as an extra NPC in the academy; the rumor was that her family had committed treason and she had been sold as a slave.
But eventually, Carla reappeared.
As a mid-boss of the second year, first sester.
The downfall of Carla was set against the backdrop of a dungeon-like mansion of Count Kipros.
As you explored the grotesquely lavish mansion, you’d find scraps of torn mos here and there, which turned out to be a kind of journal item.
Collect all 37 pieces, and they would transform into Count Kipros’ diary item, through which you could find out how Carla beca a boss.
Count Kipros, to put it simply, suffered from erectile dysfunction. Because of this, his taste grew increasingly perverse… and Carla was the perfect subject for his twisted desires.
She was clearly fearful and reacted strongly, making her perfect for tornting, and she was even pretty.
Totally infatuated with Carla, Count Kipros turned to dark magic and even worshiped an evil deity to cure his incurable erectile dysfunction.
That deity was the grotesque God of Fertility.
He believed that if he worshiped a deity that drew its power from twisted sexual desires, he would find a solution to his problem.
Count Kipros succeeded in summoning a part of the grotesque God of Fertility by sacrificing all his servants, accumulated slaves, and even his own family…
Unluckily for him, Carla, who harbored more than fear—actual malice—fit perfectly into the twisted tastes of the wicked deity.
Ignoring the summoner, Count Kipros, the deity chose to transfer his power to Carla.
Carla, fueled by a desire for revenge, readily accepted the power.
Becoming the saint of the wicked deity, Carla took her revenge on Count Kipros, covering the surroundings with tentacles and seizing control…
Thus, she beca a mid-boss, blocking the protagonist’s path.
Back when I was a newbie, she was a tricky boss that took dozens of attempts to defeat.
Compared to Count Kipros, I really was a rciful master.
Anyway, as I recalled the version of Carla, who beca a half-tentacled monster in the ga, perhaps her final remnants of aristocratic pride had been beaten by her hunger. She knelt before and started begging in a desperate voice.
“D-Did I do sothing wrong? I’m sorry. If you let know, I’ll correct it. Please don’t starve . Okay? I can be good. So please, Master…”
Why was she so extre?
No, was she pushed into such an extre situation?
One thing’s for sure, I had to feed her well. So I helped her stand up.
“Hey, I was joking. Get up, get up.”
“Really…? You were really joking? Ah! I’m sorry. I didn’t an to doubt you. It’s just…”
I sit the flustered Carla across from and fed her a slice of at.
“Mmm…”
The mont I brought the food to her frosty lips, she eagerly ate it.
Savoring the flavor, she chewed carefully. I smiled and said,
“Don’t worry. As long as you don’t rebel, you won’t starve. If you listen well, I’ll give you even better things. You understand what I an?”
“Th-thank you. I’ll listen well.”
With food still in her mouth, Carla nodded vigorously.
It felt like I was threatening her with food… Well, I guess I actually was.
In any case, there wasn’t much I could do about it.
I had no intention of destroying Carla’s mana core, so I had to find another way to keep her on a leash.
It was true that 20,000 gold wasn’t a big deal for , but that didn’t an I wanted to waste a slave I went to the trouble of purchasing.
“Good attitude. How about we start by taking off that stifling cloak?”
“…Ah.”
Who would have thought she’d still be tightly wrapped in the cloak she wore to avoid prying eyes from outside?
Carla hesitated for a mont, but eventually removed the cloak carefully and folded it neatly.
“Is… is this okay?”
Carla asked in a cautious voice. I couldn’t respond right away because, up close, her body was far more captivating than I had imagined.
Firstly, the deep neckline exposed her collarbone, and it was as if so mysterious gravity was at work—I couldn’t easily look away.
Even when I managed to tear my gaze away, the sight was no less bewitching.
Either her dress was too small, or regular clothing just couldn’t fully cover Carla’s figure.
With one wrong move, it seed like the center of her chest could be exposed, creating a precarious impression.
Thanks to that, I could clearly discern the shape of her large yet well-balanced breasts.
…Was clothing even serving a purpose here?
I was intensely curious about the rest, but we should eat first.
Both because I was hungry and because I needed to give Carla a clear reward.
Seeing her anxious expression as she watched , I nodded reassuringly.
“Good, well done. Now, continue eating. If it’s not enough, order more. They’ll even bring food to the room for an extra charge, so it’s quite convenient.”
“Thank you…”
It seed her tension had loosened a bit, and with a relaxed expression, Carla resud eating.
Perhaps she was bothered by my blatant gaze. She hesitated now and then, but…
Carla resolutely finished eating three more servings.
“Ugh… Hic!”
She gave out a small burp, then hastily covered her mouth and looked at .
Well, having consud a total of four servings, it was understandable.
“Once you’re done, put the dishes outside and co sit here.”
“Yes, sir!”
As I patted the seat next to while sitting on the bed, Carla awkwardly rose from her seat. She gathered the evidence of her al and placed it outside the door, then took a seat beside with an air of heightened tension.
Whiff.
A pleasant aroma wafted from her as soon as she sat down.
Was that perfu?
While I pondered this in a relaxed manner, Carla sat with a rigid posture, her head bowed down.
The tension emanating from her trembling lips was palpable. She was incredibly nervous.
She seed to be misunderstanding why I asked her to sit on the bed. It wasn’t that, not yet.
“Carla Lindelheit, to ntion the biggest reason why I spent 20,000 gold on you–”
“Gulp.”
As if expecting it, Carla swallowed hard. I pointed at her chest as I continued speaking,
“It’s to learn the Lindelheit family’s mana breathing technique, Lintblum.”
“…Excuse ? Lintblum?”
She tilted her head in confusion, apparently caught off guard by the unexpected topic.
Was it due to her innocent look? Or perhaps it was because of the revealing outfit.
Right now, Carla reminds of an herbivorous animal—more specifically, a well-fed rabbit.
Doing my best to resist letting my gaze drift towards her chest again, I returned to the main topic.
“Yes, Lintblum, that’s right. It has to be that. Oh, I’ll also teach you so basic magic before you enter the academy.”
While Lintblum was an effective mana breathing technique, it wasn’t the best.
The Eurelia continent was filled with superior mana breathing techniques, most of which I already knew.
However, at this point, Lintblum was the only thod that could cure mana insensitivity.
It wasn’t like there were absolutely no other ways—like elixirs or a transformative event—but they were practically impossible for a magician who couldn’t use magic.
Hiring a high-level adventurer by spending a large sum wasn’t a good choice either.
No matter how high the adventurer’s rank, they often betray their employer in the face of valuable items money couldn’t buy.
I learned that from my own experience.
I’ve poured gold from my main character into my secondary character, hoping to speed things up, and hired an S-tier adventurer.
But the mont we cleared the hidden dungeon, those adventurers—who had the highest trust rating within the guild—stabbed in the back without a second thought.
Damn them.
It was like that in the ga, but it was likely even worse now that it had beco a reality.
This world has always shown more than what the ga era did.
Anyway, Carla visibly relaxed when I explained why I purchased her at the auction.
Did she think her value relied more on her knowledge than her body? That might be a premature judgnt.
I chuckled and gave her side a gentle poke.
“You do know the Lintblum breathing technique, don’t you?”
“Ah, yes, I do! I’m in the process of learning it myself, but…”
Carla blinked her ruby-colored eyes, as if not fully understanding.
“Only adults under thirty can enroll in the academy, you know?”
“Huh?”
Why was she bringing this up now—oh.
Reacting to Carla’s words, I instinctively glanced at a nearby mirror.
…And there I found the face of a malevolent, scheming noble glaring back at .
I had been wondering why I felt strangely tense for a while.
I realized I hadn’t undone the disguise I wore to the auction.
Feeling awkward, I scratched the back of my head and pulled a golden potion from my inventory to drink.
“Hm.”
A slight headache and a weird tingling sensation spread across my face.
But the effect was evident; my reflection in the mirror began to change slowly.
“What? What?!”
Carla was so shocked that she pointed at my face, stamring.
Though she quickly lowered her hand, perhaps thinking it was rude, I could understand her reaction.
Anyone would be startled if a malicious-looking bald man suddenly transford into a boy who appeared younger than themselves.
I turned my head from side to side, checking my reflection again.
Pitch-black hair that wouldn’t allow any other color, and skin so white it looked almost pallid in contrast.
Sharp eyes sparkled in a shade of purple, and the corners of my mouth were slightly upturned.
Overall, it wasn’t the most pleasant look, but it was undeniably handso.
I couldn’t help but smile with satisfaction.
It was well worth the three hours—or nearly so—I’d invested in the disguise.
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