Surviving a Harsh Fantasy with Cheat Items Chapter 7

The Sawatari Trading Company Planned Construction Site (in fact its just another na for a vacant lot) was located in the citys plaza.

I was standing there together with Lyle-sensei and our covered wagon.

And then, in front of , there were thirteen petite slaves wearing kantoui(1), which could barely be called clothes. They were all standing in a row with their legs tied up in chains.

They are now the property of the Sawatari Trading Company.

The slaves were crouching down with their faces looking through their knees and had expressions similar to that of person with a death wish. It was quite painful to look at them.

Rather, if only there was soone who could agree with on releasing these slaves.

Thats absolutely out of question. I was stopped by Lyle-sensei.

Are you really okay with that? These children here are the lowest of slaves.

However much it is, arent you going a bit overboard?

Im not. Are you okay with letting them go free? We have yet to prove their worth, but, it shouldnt hurt to bet on them. Whats more, all of them are girls.

How do you know that? Well, I guess Lyle-sensei is the type of person that can tell everything.

Theres a reason for why I know that. To begin with, a male slave will be able endure any labor, no matter how heavy it is, as long its given food and gains weight. Thats possible for even a male child.

An adult male can be imdiately converted into a working force, whereas, if its a girl in her blooming age, she can be made into a subordinate. On top of that, if the girl is of exceptional beauty, she can be sold to brothels.

However, these dirty, skinny girls wont even amount to becoming normal slaves. Judging from their appearance, they had most likely been sold and were being taken to so mine by those slave traders, as they were not worthy enough to be raised.

In regards to mines, is there any way to utilize even girls?

In tunnels, there are small holes dug out in which only children can fit. The children are forced to work, regardless of it being day or night, til they beco unusable. Therefore, theres always a demand for them.

While saying so, Lyle-sensei frowned his eyebrows in displeasure.

Even if the concept of human rights didnt exist in this world, it isnt like the people here didnt any feel pity for the slaves that were treated as items.

Not to ntion, forcing a child to work til it breaks is a cruel story.

Still, as long as nobody finds a clear solution for this, children wont be able to survive in this harsh world.

Just a while ago, Takeru-dono proposed setting these girls free, right? Did you think about what wouldve happened if you had done so?

Uhmm..

They would beco holess beggars, as there are no jobs for them in this city. Being unable to endure their hunger, they would beco criminals by resorting to theft, in order to obtain food.

Im sorry, I didnt give it any thought.

I see, so that is why the earl asked so many tis if I wanted to accept these slaves.

If I were to be irresponsible and release them, I would only increase the workload of the garrison, and nobody would beco happy.

You got it? You said youd be taking care of them, so please have so responsibility. The master of slaves is in charge of giving them food and work, so that they dont starve. Takeru-dono, youre the master of these slaves.

I got it. Ill do my best and assu the responsibility.

As I promised Id take over the slaves, Lyle-sensei finally smiled and handed lots of leather-made collars.

The earl too, probably felt a bit awkward when he let you handle the slaves, so he had these collars made for their identification. If you put these collars on their neck, they will act as IDs and the girls will be recognized as slaves belonging to the Sawatari Company.

Apparently, theres a rule where a slave, whose status isnt recognized as that of a citizen, has to have chains, handcuffs, or a collar attached with their masters authentication.

As long a slave has that, it will be considered safe for it to walk around in a city.

Saying that slaves, who are no different from humans, are less safe than vagrants was ironic.

Everyone. This person here, Sawatari Takeru, shall, from now on, beco your master! From now, youll wear these collars instead of your chains.

The mont Lyle-sensei shouted that, he walked around and removed the chains from the slaves legs using his magic.

Following that, I proceeded with fastening the new collars. Everyone extended their heads and let affix the collars obediently.

Was it due to them receiving so sort of training? Everyone kept silent, just like robots, and acted as they had been ordered.

I couldnt recognize the base color of their hair and their kantoui (or should I say, a piece of cloth?), probably due to them being sared. However, everyone looked gray. So this is where the na Cinderella derives from?

Despite being picked on by her evil, stepmother, Cinderella still sparkled with life.

However, all these girls here had faces and eyes filled with death wishes.

Everyone had worn-out clothes, but, I couldnt afford to buy all of them new ones.

As expected, it will be bad if I dont make additional purchases. I looked into my wallet and made a sour look.

It will be fine if I can earn more money later.

Pulling its clothes, a single child was walking around half-naked, with its clothes having been torn apart by a monster.

It was too much for , so I placed my gray, rat-man-made cloak, used for protecting against rain (it was also water and fire resistant to so extent.), around the child.

Well then, what should we do now?

Just when I was pondering about what to do with the thirteen slave girls in front of , Louise arrived.

So, you were here? I managed to get an insane amount of at and pelts, so if its fine by you, Ill put them on the wag.

Once she got silent, she threw a glance at the slave girls, drew near to and stared into my face.

Whats this? Please dont look at with that much pressure while staying silent.

I was given these slaves as a reward. They all have beco mbers of my trading company.

Hmm, then, do you plan to buy a large pot?

Saying so, Louise put an implicit smile on her face, as if recalling sothing interesting.

Like always, I couldnt understand Louise-nee-sans words and conduct that well.

Well, I guess its Louise, so what she says must bear so aning.

Like always, Louise didnt care to explain things to , so I went out to buy a large pot, like she had suggested, and helped her with carrying the at and pelts.

The slave girls followed our covered wagon in succession.

For the ti being, they didnt try to run away despite them being no longer bound by chains.

We returned back to the field where the battle took place a mont ago. It looked even more tragic than after the fierce battle when it was filled with corpses.

According to what the garrison has said, things were put in order as soon as they carried out a burial for the dead rchants, but

What I saw now was a bizarre scene of green and earth colored skins lining up in a row.

Thanks to Louises master class dismantling skill, the skins were neatly dried and set up without a gram of waste.

Next to that, there was a heap of pink colored internal organs that resembled a mountain.

Seeing that, I recalled the view of a dissected frog and felt so disgust.

For so reason, the neatly arranged humanoid skins felt more gross than a splattered pool of blood.

Just what kind of tools can you make from those skins?

Well, whatever, Ill use their extractable fat to make soap.

I talked the garrison into giving us the wooden clubs from the monsters, whereas, they can have their swords.

It looks like the wooden clubs swung by the ogres ca in handy just the right ti, as we can make them into firewood.

As expected, the garrison didnt express the desire to keep the ogres at.

Taking ash from the burnt firewood, we can use it as a soap material without any waste.

As one would expect from the big sis Louise.

Lets quickly put these organs into the pot.

Yes yes, I knew this would happen.

Louises favorite food was monster organs.

She skillfully fixed the pot on an ogres large wooden club and made a bonfire. The organs boiled well while simring.

Being at a loose end, the slave girls only watched her cooking.

The slaves wont move less theyre given an order

Lyle-sensei gave this advice in a casual manner.

It feels kinda weird, so Id rather you stop blowing into my ear.

Still, the real wanted him do it much more. Sensei slled nice, which made thrilled.

A young mans heart is a complicated thing.

Ah, thats right. If I dont give them an order,

Everyone! Right now, lets go search for burnable things in this surroundings, like withered grass or wooden pieces. Its dangerous, so dont go anywhere outside the range of view.

There were no trees growing in this wasteland, but, you could at least find small wooden pieces here for fuel.

As I commanded the girls and searched together, I recalled the day I first t Louise.

Back then, it wasnt that bad, as the monsters were those crazy dogs, but, now I was reluctant about eating these humanoid monster organs.

For the sake of surviving in this world, I guess it cant be helped.

Once we collected enough firewood and returned, a soup made from the ogres organs was done.

It was a simple dish made from water, at, organs, and salt, but, it gave out quite a delicious sll, which was scary.

However, wont these organs, belonging to the ogre race, upset my stomach?

Lend an antidote. When I pointed that out, Louise ordered .

Just as being told, I handed over one of my antidotes.

This should do. Louise replied this way as she poured in the potion into the large pot.

The cooking has beco way too hearty.

And then, everyone proceeded with eating the food.

Because we had no spare wooden plates, we decided on the order when eating.

I was fine with being the last, as I was quite reluctant about eating at from a humanoid monster, but nevertheless, the slave girls didnt appear to have such reservations.

They were gladly eating their portions.

I wonder if theyre hungry.

Judging from their waiting look, they were drooling all over that food.

As soon as everyone finished their al, it beca night.

We had yet to process the skins and make dried at, so we couldnt leave these things behind. Therefore, we decided to camp here tonight around this bonfire.

I think you could say we were eating out of the sa pot.

Surrounding a pot and collecting firewood together, the girls stiff expressions lightened up.

Perhaps, they finally beca able to accustom themselves to their new surroundings and calm down.

Thinking it was a good opportunity, I talked with everyone in an easy-to-understand manner.

About the purpose of the Sawatari Trading Company, and about us creating and rchandising soap and gunpowder.

I told everyone I wanted them to assist with making and selling the soap for the ti being.

I would teach them from scratch, so it wasnt that hard.

And if they did their job properly, I would provide them with life necessities.

I wonder if this much of information will be enough for now. I turned anxious, as everyone kept silent. I wonder if they were listening to .

Lastly, I asked them if there was anything they were troubled about, wanted to say, or didnt understand, and urged them to speak.

U, Umm.Im, a slave, trader.

Among the slave girls, a single girl with exceptionally big eyes raised her hand.

I shivered because of that sudden response.

Ah no, saying that youre a slave trader. Id say youre the ones that are for sale.

I thought she was a dunce, so I quickly retorted, but, my retort too, sounded quite harsh.

No, uhm.thats, not what I an. I, was, before, becoming a slave, a daughter of a trader.

For so reason, the girl with big amber eyes seed to have difficulty expressing herself.

Ah, but sohow, I could understand this difficult feeling quite well.

During one sumr vacation, Id beco a shut-in and play gas the whole ti. Id rarely go outside, and when a clerk in a convenient store asked if I wanted to warm my al, my voice would turn hoarse, making unable to express myself.

Certainly, I wouldve probably been told I hadnt been talking for a long ti.

If people dont talk, they will forget how to do it.

Is that so? So you have experience in comrce, right?

Our shop, was attacked by thieves. so our business beca insolvent, and everyone in my family was sold.

Uwaa, thats so heavy topic. I dont know what to say to make it right.

If Master, sama, wants to trade, I can help with calculations.

Is that so? So youre saying you can help with accounting?

Yes

Did she think our discussion was finally over? The slave trader-chan sat down, looking completely exhausted.

Following that, the other slave girls began to talk about their circumstances chronologically before being enslaved.

Insolvency, business failure, deception, betrayal, family breakup, their talks covered these topics.

Without holding back, everyone described their miserable, harsh life, which made beco speechless.

While we are at it, based on all the girls stories, 1 of them was a daughter of a trader, 2 of them daughters of soldiers, 1 of a flower vendors, 1 of a miners, 1 of a bakers, 1 of a prostitute, and the remaining 6 of beggars.

Almost half of them were children of beggars, which was a surprising number, and at the sa ti, a cruel thing to .

I guess what Lyle-sensei said about slaves becoming beggars once theyre released from their duties was true.

Afterwards, Louise, who had been silent the whole ti, changed her expression and began to question the two slaves with the soldier parents as she heard about their life stories. I was surprised by her.

It was rare for the usually calm Louise to beco this emotional, to the extent of her voice trembling when she spoke.

Apparently, the two aforentioned slaves were daughters of soldiers stationing in the royal capital. Their parents were involved in so sort of factional dispute or power struggle; punished for no particular wrongdoing; and reduced, as a whole family, to being slaves.

Truly, there were lots of heart-breaking stories.

Louise, whose face was gloomy, finished listening to them and said:

Ill take care of these two.

Making such a decision without asking , who was their master, first, it was much like the big sis Louise.

Thats fine by , however, who wouldve thought she would have taken this much of an interest in the slaves.

It would be nice if Louise could tell why she suddenly beca this enthusiastic, but, whatever.

I intend to raise these two into warriors, but, do you mind that?

Well, I dont particularly mind, but still

Was it because I gave her my permission? Louise handed them swords in a bombastic way.

Sohow, even warriors seed to be obliged to have so manners, so the two slaves accepted Louises short swords with trembling hands while kneeling.

Lyle-sensei laughed after hearing Louises talk.

Then, shall I teach this flower girl so pharmaceutics?

Is what he said.

Choosing wildflowers is quite similar to distinguishing dicinal plants, you see. Perhaps, this girl has an aptitude for pharmaceutics. Whats more, it may be just my imagination, but she seems to be

Looking fixedly at the flower girl, Lyle-sensei hesitated to say sothing.

Is there sothing youre concerned about?

No, perhaps the dicinal and wild plants wont sell for as much as the soap, but, the more choices we have, the better our trade will be.

Walking around the plains shouldnt be that dangerous, since the two girls will tag along Louise.

Certainly, I was curious about the way to pick out plants, but maybe another ti.

Well, does that an I too should be doing my job?

I have to make soap and collect niter in this surroundings, otherwise, we wont et the demand.

Well then, Ill be teaching the rest how to make things, like soap.

Theres a variety of materials that can be used for making soap, but, Ive yet to carry it out in practice to see if the fat from ogres can be utilized.

Like this, The Sawatari Trading Company comnced its activity.