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Chapter 12 – Marking Procedure for Enslavement
There are three slave-trading companies in the royal capital.
Slaves from all over the kingdom are gathered here and sold one after another. Hundreds of slaves are bought and sold every day.
While Wataru and the others took Cloche to the trading company, she trembled uncontrollably.
“Hawa, hawawawawa! I-I’m going to become a slave!”
“That was the agreement we made in the duel, wasn’t it?”
“Yes, we did! But…”
“But?”
“I-I only thought about winning…”
Cloche’s naive thinking left Wataru speechless.
It was far too careless, especially with her life on the line.
Even if he managed to make this beautiful girl his slave, would he be able to control her? A lingering doubt remained.
She was usually playful, but she was different from Aire in that she didn’t know how to be serious when necessary.
“I’m disappointed. I thought you had a secret strategy to win.”
“No, I don’t! But I was confident that my strong desire to win would lead me to victory. In reality, I lost by a narrow margin.”
“That’s funny.”
“I don’t find it funny at all. By the way, what kind of slave is Onee-sama? A labor slave? Are you both on equal terms?””
“I have all the rights except for self-defense, from being a night companion to doing dirty work.”
“Me too.”
“What contract did you sign, Onee-sama?”
Cloche’s eyes widened in surprise.
Although they were all called slaves, there were several categories of rights that could be sold.
The lowest class lost the right to their own lives. They were used as offerings to the gods—so-called human sacrifices—for human experimentation, or for reconnaissance missions in places infested with monsters. Basically, they needed a death wish.
Unless you committed a serious crime, you wouldn’t end up as a slave with such terrible conditions.
Aire and Mariel were one class above that.
Their right to life was protected, but they could not refuse any orders.
They could be forced to work in harsh environments, such as mines and slave ships; be exploited as serfs; or be forced into prostitution without the right to refuse.
At the next higher class, only the rights to labor and sales remained.
There is an even higher class.
In this class, a strange reversal can be seen where slaves treat other slaves and have more authority than lower-ranking citizens.
Aire and Mariel should have been in this category, but they were in a lower rank because they owed too much.
On Earth, it was also common to purchase cheap, unskilled slaves, raise them, and then sell them.
“Cloche, as a warrior and senior slave, let me teach you something.”
“Wh-What is it?”
“The key to life is to give up.”
“Kyaainn! No, nooooo!”
Cloche’s cries echoed throughout the royal capital.
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Cloche was registered as a slave at the slave trading company in the royal capital.
To Wataru, a modern Japanese person, this was an unusual occurrence. However, the clerk at the trading company began the procedures with practiced ease.
Losing more money than they had at a gambling den.
Taking out loans they couldn’t repay from loan sharks.
For various reasons, there was no end to those who became slaves.
Although the position of wandering knight was unusual, the work was the same as always.
“Then, please sign this document agreeing to make Cloche de Brad a slave. And sign this document making you the owner.”
“U-Ugh, how pathetic. Why did I think so short-sightedly?”
“As they say, regret comes too late.”
Despite being slave traders, perhaps because they were involved in such a large business, the procedures were quick and precise.
The documents were prepared immediately. Wataru filled out his, and Cloche filled out hers.
After filling out the documents in the office, Wataru and the others were taken immediately to the treatment room.
Several branding irons were lined up on a magic-infused table in the treatment room, and they were pressed into the slaves’ skin in an assembly-line process.
Many slaves were crying out in agony.
Perhaps realized that she was about to undergo the treatment that would make her a slave.
Cloche’s face turned pale, and she began to chatter her teeth.
“Now, we will engrave the slave mark, so please expose your skin.”
“Wh-What? My skin? You want me, a member of the Black Wolf Clan, to expose my skin!?”
“This guy is so noisy. Brother, I’ll hold her down. Just do it quickly,” said Aire.
“W-Wait, Onee-sama! What are you doing? Don’t expose my stomach! No, no, I don’t want to! Fa-Father, help me! Mother!”
“Okay, I have my next job, so I’ll do it quickly. Here you go.”
The staff performing the procedure showed no mercy.
They couldn’t afford to show any hesitation or emotion; otherwise, they wouldn’t be able to perform their job effectively.
Aire exposed the lower abdomen of the slender Cloche.
There, a stamp was pressed down with a sizzling sound.
Her well-toned abdomen trembled.
“Ugh… Kuu… Agh! I-It’s hot! It’s hot!”
“It’s dangerous to stop halfway! Don’t move!”
Cloche grimaced and cried out.
Her face was bright red, probably from holding back.
Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.
To withstand the pain and heat, she clenched the stick prepared for her and endured.
Her black tail swelled to a large size.
Originally thick, it was now thicker than Wataru’s arm.
“Ugh, haa, it’s hot! It’s hot! Please, please forgive me! I beg you! My body feels like it’s on fire! It’s hot! I’m going crazy!”
“It’s over. There, it’s done! Thank you for your hard work. From now on, you are a slave who will serve your master. Do your best to be treated well. Wow, it turned out beautifully!”
When the staff removed the stamp, a pink slave mark was engraved on Cloche’s pale lower abdomen.
Due to the magic, it flickered and shimmered seductively.
“Haah… haah… uu… I’ve been defiled…”
Cloche covered her stomach with both hands.
“Uu… uu… Am I a slave now? Having my stomach seen like this is such a humiliation.”
“Yes, Cloche-san. Please drink the potion.”
“Th-Thank you, Mariel-san.”
Drinking the emergency potion caused the light of the slave mark to subside.
Even so, anyone who looked closely could still see it.
From now on, she wouldn’t be able to wear a belly-baring outfit without considerable resolve.
“Now, Cloche-san. No, Cloche.”
“Y-yes.”
“From now on, you are my slave. I don’t intend to treat you roughly; in fact, I’ll treat you kindly, as I did with Mariel and Aire. However, that doesn’t mean I’ll overlook everything. From now on, you must act according to your position. If you show any defiant behavior, I will punish you accordingly.”
“I-I understand, Master.”
“If you behave, I’ll reward you and even free you from slavery, so do your best.”
Cloche trembled, curled her tail, and bowed deeply.
At least she no longer had the arrogant attitude she had when they first met. That was a good change.
Wataru stroked Cloche’s head, and she wagged her tail vigorously in response.
The hierarchy between Wataru and Cloche was now clear.
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