The man became completely quiet after Leticia admonished him. It was probably just my imagination that he looked frightened as he broke out in a cold sweat.

''So, how many militants are out there targeting the nobles?''

　When he asked this, the man softly opened his mouth, glancing at Leticia to check her out.

''Ha, there are more than eighty... no, there are...''

　When I rephrased, Letitia smiled with satisfaction. For some reason, it sends a chill down my spine.

''Less than a hundred people, huh? That's a reckless way to deal with a nobleman.''

　When Aifa muttered that, the man's eyes sharpened.

''Well we're a group of former slaves and their families. Eighty people are just those who can fight, and if you add up the collaborators, there are probably more than two hundred of them.

'Eighty to two hundred doesn't change that. That's just going to end in a smashing.

"What do you know about...? If we don't act quickly, the treatment of slaves won't change....

　He was a man on the verge of becoming hot, but when Leticia gave him a glance, he became quiet as if the fire was extinguished.

　He sniffed at the figure and Aifa looked at him.

''........What do you think, Taiki-sama?

　When Aifa said that, everyone's eyes turned to me at once. I was inwardly surprised because she suddenly turned the conversation around, but I nodded, pretending to be calm as I tried my best.

''Well, it will be difficult. Besides, I think your ultimate goal is vague. If there's someone you want to take revenge on and you want to do something about them, you might still be able to manage it, but if you want to do something about all the nobles or change the way slaves are treated......that's a bit too fluffy. I think you should set your goals a little more firmly.

Fluffy?

　Eira tilts her head, and I reply with a vague laugh.

''That's right. I'm sure you'll be able to find out what kind of life the target is living if you want to take revenge on a nobleman, for example. Like when to go out.

That's true, isn't it? I hear that gathering information and securing the right time and place are the basics of assassination.

　For some reason, Yuri nodded in agreement, but the content was firmly falsified into a story about the assassination. However, I'm afraid, so I don't tweak it and continue talking about it.

''........The rest is just about the treatment of slaves, but if a former slave killed a nobleman, on the contrary, those bad nobles would turn their eyes to the slaves. So it's better to think of other measures. Do you want to change the law, or do you want to reduce the number of people who become slaves other than criminal slaves? There's a lot of things that could be done.

　The man snorted at that, and then rolled his eyes and looked at me.

''Oh, you really think about slaves like us ... as humans ...''

Slaves are just people, aren't they? In other words, whether you are a nobleman or a king, you are still human. Just because you were born differently, if you had been born into a royal family, you would have learned imperialism and the best scholarship of the country, swordsmanship and horsemanship, and eventually how to behave like a royal.

　I couldn't help but flippantly and pompously state my opinion, but the man listened silently and recited my words, muttering them over and over.

''........kings, nobles, and slaves are all human beings just like me.......''

　The word "poorly" comes to mind as I look at the man who keeps mumbling and muttering.

　In this kind of class society, where your whole life is determined by the position you were born into, knowledge can get in the way.

　The more blind a subject is, the more loyal he is, the more loyal he is recognized as, with the royalty and aristocracy at the top and the subjects who follow him. And those at the bottom would be best if they didn't question that inequality and just continued to be exploited.

　In a feudalist view, my statement would be giving extra knowledge to the lowest class of beings, the slaves. If I'm not careful, the ideas I've spoken about may spread to some of them and create the impetus for a revolt against the aristocracy.

　The proof of this is that Leticia, Yuri, and even Eira are stuttering when they hear my words. Aifa doesn't seem too surprised, but since she is an elf, a forest people, she may not be familiar with aristocratic society.

　If my words were to cause a large scale rebellion, many people would die, for better or worse. If that were to happen, we would be in deep trouble.

　I've been watching the situation with trepidation, and the man looked down and muttered something to himself.

　The man was ruminating over my words for a while, then suddenly raised his head and opened his mouth.



　The man said and waited for an answer to cling to him.

　What, you're going to meet the resistance?

　Or is it partisan?

　No, it doesn't matter, but I was just trying to clear up a misunderstanding, but for some reason, I suddenly felt cynical.

''........By the way, which way is your mate?''

　He somehow utters a question, looking for an opportunity to divert the conversation.

'Oh!' You're gonna help me! We're based in the city, deep in an alley behind a slave market! They don't seem to think the escaped slaves are behind the slave market either. It's a tight spot. And there's a loophole right around the corner, so you can actually get out of the royal city easily. Part of the stone wall is removable, so you'd never be able to see it normally. Ah, yes. My name is Licht. Taiki-sama, nice to meet you!

　But after asking a single question, Licht blurted out a top secret.

　I want to hold my head in my hands, but I manage to hold it in and open my mouth.

''I haven't said I'm going to cooperate with you yet, so why do you speak so easily...''

　As he grunted, Licht nodded his head with a radiant look on his face.

''I'm in love with the size of Taiki-sama's vessel! I can definitely trust you to treat us as human beings!

　I don't want to be assured of that.

"Huh? The ship you're on, huh? Either way, it's also true that I had a few thoughts about the treatment of slaves.

　I muttered, exhaling deeply and deeply.