The first place. I took care of the Slave Trading House.
Aurene puts the workers and customers to sleep with magic.
The prison cage melts with the high-voltage electric current cast by Sylph Baasan.
The elf slaves were all wearing collars.
“All right, line up.
I break all magic. Break the spell!“
With a snapping sound, the elves’ collars broke and came off.
[How fragile are slave contract skills?] I write.
“My magic destroying magic is just too strong!”
Sylph Baasan roared with laughter.
The magic destruction magic appears to be an original skill that she has developed, one that no one can imitate.
Usually, a [Slave Contract] can only be canceled by the contract owner, or so I’ve heard.
Aurene distributes robes to the elves.
Then she instructs them to head for the forest while hiding in these.
We escape from the slave trading house, and the captured elves head for the forest. Meanwhile, I, Aurene, and Sylph Baasan head for the next slave trading house.
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At the second slave trading house, Sylph Baasan almost killed the watchman, so I healed him with my [Heal].
At the third slave trading house, I wondered if the information that the first and second houses had been attacked had been reported, and even the adventurers were waiting.
Aurene and Sylph Baasan weren’t my enemies, but I had to [Heal] 18 of them.
“The next stop is the castle~”
“I couldn’t find the three elves from Bastet-sama’s forest village among the captured elves.
Were they already sold off somewhere?”
‘It looks like they’re at the castle,’ I write.
My [Search] skill helps me find out.
I feel a reaction from the castle.
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Flamberge’s POV
I eat the food that is prepared at the table.
Naturally, I’m not eating like a dog but with my hands.
“Graarh! (Mmm, delicious!)”
“I’m glad you liked it.”
The current King is relieved to see me eating.
The King is royalty, so that he can understand my telepathy.
Nobody else can understand telepathy except for those who are highly skilled.
One after another, food, jewelry, and specialties are brought to me as offerings from the nobility.
It had been a long time since I had received tribute. This is how a holy dragon should be.
“Grawwhrh! (Oh, that’s right!
Royalty! This is a small gift from me!
This is a thank you for taking care of me in the past! Take it!)”
The treasures I obtained in the dungeon are taken out of the [Four-dimensional Space] and piled up in front of the King’s.
It was piled up in front of them.
When the nobles saw this, a different look came over their eyes.
Nothing is given to them because I owe them nothing.
“Thank you for your generosity.”
“Raawhhhr! (Mhm!)”
But still, among the tributes were even dwarven slaves and brownie slaves.
I turned them away because I didn’t need them.
Whether it was when he was buried in a grave or not, now I can take care of my own life by myself.
It is none of your business.
“Flamberge-sama, next is Viscount Barom’s tribute.”
“Graworr… grawrr? (Which one… hmm?)”
It is sugar and elven slaves.
… Wasn’t that the elf who lived near the Wonder Cat’s house?
“Ah! It’s Stone Statue-san!”
“The dragon statue that Bastet-sama kept?”
“Why is it here?”
…….
“Grawwrh! (Hey, King. Why are they enslaved?
Have you forgotten the oath you made at the founding of our nation?
Only enemy prisoners of war and criminals are permitted to be enslaved.
Surely you aren’t enslaving the innocent, are you?)”
“Viscount Barom, please explain.”
“No, they are illegal farmers.”
“Grawwr! (Of what?)”
“Desert apples.”
“Grrrawr (I see.)”
The King and Viscount Barom and others seem relieved,
“Grawwwhhhh!! (Do you think that I would approve of such violence
How selfish of them to make laws that deny the elves’ culture arbitrarily and then enslave them because of it!
What kind of a failure is the proud descendant of Franbel I to allow such a joke to go on!)”
“What the…?!”
“Grwawrrh!! (I’m disappointed in this nation!
A nation as ugly as this is no longer worth preserving!)”
I will unleash my burning magic to destroy the King and Viscount Barom, who have forsaken their oath.
“I break all magic. Break the spell!“
The intense heat should have melted the King and the viscount.
But someone shatters my scorching magic.
At the same time, the slaves’ collars come off.
“Graawr (Old woman…)”
“Nonsense, Demon King Sylph?!”
“Heheheheh! It’s been a long time, Franbel IV.
It’s been about 21 years. And you, gargoyle, are the one who is being selfish.
Just because you don’t like something, don’t try to solve it with violence.”
What a surprise, Old Sylph stood in front of me.
Look, who’s talking about violence isn’t the answer.
And a small, masked beastman dressed in a robe also stands in the way.
No, this one is….
“Nyaa (Compose yourself, Flamberge.)”
The one who took off his robe and mask and appeared was the fat orange tabby cat.
It was Wonder Cat.