It seems you're always working hard at harvesting medicinal herbs, don't you think? Why don't you try to be a pharmacist?　I'm sure you'll be doing the world a favor by doing so.


　A pointy hat and a magic wand. And a sorcerer's robe.

　Miroslav is dressed as usual, swearing as usual.

　The one thing that's different from the usual is that his long red hair has been cut off completely. He seemed to be braiding his now short hair and hiding it in his hat.


'Thanks for the advice. If that's all you have to do, would you mind moving on?　We can eat as long as we wag our tails at the guild, unlike you guys, we're busy over here.

I have no desire to speak to you, Mr. Potter. But...


　Miroslav glanced at the seal behind me. He looked at the emaciated Seal and made a pained face.


''He's a man who let a woman younger than he is carry all the baggage on his shoulders he's a man who looks down on you. It's not the first time this has happened, though.

"I don't care what you do with my slaves. And moreover, I have no right to have the 'Murderer' tell me what to do.

You know the term "stupid"?　Besides, you'll incur the Guildmaster's wrath if you utter too much baseless slander.

Dumbass. I don't make a habit of saying that unless you're making fun of me, which is a very unpleasant word.

People have already heard that you do terrible things to her every night. "It is already known that you do horrible things to her every night, just like an overstocked monkey. The poverty of character is evident in his behavior when he obtains money that does not fit his needs and the first thing he wants is to be a slave. If you want to hold a woman, you must first develop the charm to fall in love with an equal partner!


　Miroslav spat out, and then Lars opened his mouth.

　He must have been firmly burned, and his face was filled with strong righteous indignation.　

　As I've mentioned before, Lars is from a rural area. He is no stranger to stories of selling off his wife and daughter because he can't pay his taxes.

　Lars' mouth is strangely heavy when he talks about this kind of thing. So does Ilaria, who shares Lars's background.

　He had never heard it clearly, but maybe they both had family or friends that they had lost that way.


'Sola, the boy lost himself to slavery for the sake of his family, didn't he?　Take good care of him. If you can't do that, then let him go!

So, uh, I don't care what you do with my slaves. Hey, set her free. I don't take orders from you.

Well, I have an idea.


　With that, Lars quickly reached for the sword at his waist.

　I snickered at that.


'Aw, robbery for want of slaves? Or is it murder?　It's no wonder I thought they were waiting for me in an unpopular place. Just like the last incident, the Sword of Falcon has fallen a long way!

"Screw you, I'm not gonna rob you!　I'm telling you I'm going to beat your guts back!

'It's called robbery when you beat them down and force them to take your possessions. The only time you're allowed to do anything for justice is in a book, my brave friend.

Are you sure you won't listen to me?

'You're not listening to me, you're just imposing your own convenience on me from earlier. If we were to let this guy go, what's in it for me?　I pay this guy thirty gold coins.

"Then I'll pay you 30 gold pieces!　That's fine.

It's not good. What kind of idiot buys something for thirty gold coins and sells it for thirty gold coins?

Then it's sixty or a hundred!　I'll pay you what you want, just tell me!


　Lars barked as if he was enraged.

　When it comes to a hundred gold coins, it's not an amount that even a sixth-level adventurer could easily afford.

　But if it was Lars, he would pay for it. Even if I were to raise the price to five hundred or even a thousand, there's still a way to rely on the Sauzaar Trading Company.

　That's what I thought, and I lifted my lips up at the corners.



Well, okay, I'll give you a million gold pieces.

...What?

What's the matter, a million. Yeah, what do you want, a hundred thousand a month in installments?

You're kidding me!　There's no way I can pay that much money!

"I'll pay you what you want," he says often before his tongue is dry.

There are limits!

'You know, you're asking me to sell something I don't intend to sell, right?　You deserve to be sprung on me. Why should I have to calculate what's in your wallet to figure out a possible purchase price for you?


　After I said that, I laughed at the other person as if he or she was being ridiculous.


''You were trying to get me to say two hundred or three hundred gold coins, weren't you?　That's how I'm really going to pay for it after taking my words. And if it's the expected sixth level adventurer, and also the future son-in-law's request, the Sauzaar Chamber of Commerce would be willing to spare no expense. It's a neat trick. The source of the scheme... well, I don't need to think about it.

G.....

"Saving the Oppressed Slaves. Now, that's a heroic tale for your taste, but you'll be sorry, Lars. Learn the lesson, then you will have to leave me alone. Continue being an upstanding adventurer, and I'm sure you'll make it big. Don't let the sorcerer's mouth get in the way of your success.

.... duel.

What?

Duel, Sola!


　As soon as he says it, Lars takes the glove in his left hand and throws it at me.

　The well-worn leather glove slams into my chest with such force that it falls to the ground.


'Duel with me for that boy's freedom!　If I win, you'll have to let that kid go!

"No.

Are you running away?

I don't need to run. I'm level-first.　There is no reason to accept a duel that you cannot win. Especially if there is no benefit to be gained from winning.

Okay, then.

Then, if you win, I'll be your favorite slave.


　Miroslav comes forward to control Lars, who is about to say something.

　The red-haired sorcerer opens his mouth in praise of the taunt.　　


'You would accept a duel if it was profitable, wouldn't you?　You can make me your slave and do as you please. Oh, and of course I'll give you all my personal wealth, too, Master?　Precious magic stones, grimoires and grimoires I've never properly calculated, but I can assure you that it's at least more than thirty gold coins.

Oh, come on, Milo!

That's okay, Lars. There's not a chance in hell you're going to lose. It doesn't matter what you promise, it won't become reality. Besides, if one thing inevitably happens it's because I believed in you. I'm proud of you, but I don't resent you for it.

"Milo ... that's that much for me...


　Lars' eyes glaze over, and Miroslav's cheeks are flushed as well.

　They are the ones who start playing the trifecta wherever they go.

　Well, this time it's a little different from the past, though.


I'm sorry to say it, but I'm not going to agree to your terms. "I'm sorry to say that we're having a good time, but we're not going to agree to such conditions, and we're not going to sleep with the Murderer.

Sola, you...!

Well, I don't mind thinking about it if you're an elf there.


　With that said, I look at Lunamaria, who hasn't said a single word so far.

　The same is true for Ilaria when it comes to not saying a word, but Miroslav must have included this in his message from the beginning. He told them to leave the negotiations to him.

　When water was suddenly pointed at her, Lunamaria's eyes blinked in confusion.


'Wow, me?'

''You wouldn't get an immortal slave even if you paid out a hundred gold coins. But when it comes to becoming a slave, his consent is essential. If you don't trust your leader as much as the Murderer, you can say no.


　Then he looked at Lars.

　Then he pointed to the glove on the ground with his chin before continuing with his words.


'You can pick up this glove for him if you agree to the terms you just gave me, Lars.

Are you sure?

Yeah. It's just a matter of time. I'll invite the slavers to the Adventurers' Guild's grounds, and we'll have a big party. If you win, you will free the seal from slavery on the spot. If I win, I will enslave Lunamaria on the spot. Needless to say, it's your role to make Lunamaria accept the terms of being a slave. If you can't do that, there will be no duel. How about these terms?

Well that's fine. I'll persuade Luna to join us, and I'll work with the guild to make the arrangements as soon as possible. In return, Sola, until that day comes--

Don't worry, I won't lift a finger to the seal. Ask the innkeeper's daughter, who's always listening outside the room, if she's lying.


　When I finished, I picked up the glove that had fallen at my feet.

　At this moment, the duel between me and Lars was concluded.

　We left behind the vitality of Seal and Lunamaria's intentions.