The Freed S*aves Became Obsessed

Chapter 30

“What do you mean, the elf is gone? What are you talking about?”

In the city of Noktar...

Each city had trading companies that controlled its commerce, and in Noktar, the Desert Rose Trading Company held the most influence.

From inside the Desert Rose headquarters, a voice full of shock and frustration echoed beyond the building.

Ropermang, who had been eagerly awaiting the arrival of the elf, had received nothing but terrible news instead.

His secretary gave the report.

“A report from an adventurer says that they found the bodies of the mercenaries on the road to the forest.”

“W-what? All the mercenaries were killed? Was it a monster attack?”

“No, sir. The bodies all had small stab wounds, and the prison bars where the elf was kept were cleanly cut. It appears to have been the work of trained assassins.”

“Assassins...!”

Ropermang could hardly believe it.

His entire mercenary band wiped out, the elf stolen—he had no idea who would dare commit such an atrocity.

Was it other elves? Or enemies of the trading company?

He couldn’t say for certain.

When you’re involved in a lucrative business, enemies tend to accumulate, along with a small bonus of grudges.

With no witnesses, tracking them down was impossible.

“My prized slave... my collection...”

Ropermang collapsed into his chair in despair. The chair creaked under his weight, groaning as if it shared in his pain.

How much money had he spent on capturing the elf? Recruiting mercenaries and providing their accommodations alone had cost him over 200 gold. All that money was now gone.

And he had already bragged to everyone about capturing an elf. He had even made promises to nobles, showing off his upcoming prize. What was he supposed to tell them now?

Sitting there like he had lost the entire world, Ropermang suddenly jolted up.

“W-wait, is there any chance that another elf has come to the city?”

“Would an elf ever come to a filthy city like this? If one did, rumors would have spread long ago.”

“Well, you never know! Maybe that elf came here for some reason. L-look into it for me.”

“Understood.”

The secretary answered promptly, though he sighed inwardly.

What are the chances of an elf being in this city?

He could just take his time, come back later, and say he found nothing.

Early morning.

The Duke of Night’s tavern didn’t open until sunset, so during the day, it was a place for peace and quiet.

In the mornings, when the tavern wasn’t open for business, Victor would brew coffee and make breakfast for everyone.

Of course, it was free of charge. Considering how much I spent on drinks last night, a free breakfast was the least I deserved.

I was enjoying a leisurely brunch with a cup of coffee when the kids, who had endless energy, finished their meals in a flash. They were already dressed and ready to go out for the day.

They were so full of energy that the sound of their eager feet stomping on the floor echoed like the engine of a tractor.

“We’re heading out now!” they announced.

“Be careful. This is a dangerous town. Oh, and if you find any girls who want to become slaves, feel free to bring them along,” I said with a grin.

“Who would want that? Even if we found someone, we wouldn’t bring them!” one of the girls shot back.

“If she’s cute, I’ll buy Matthew that sword he’s been wanting,” I teased.

“There might be one!” Matthew piped up.

With that, Matthew and the girls left the tavern. He was already on his way to becoming the protagonist of his own harem. That kid owes me big time.

Once the children were gone, the tavern returned to a peaceful quiet. Morning coffee in a cozy atmosphere—this was the life.

“How long are you planning to stay here?” Victor asked, polishing a glass.

“Master, are you trying to kick me out after all I’ve done for you?”

“No, no, of course not. You saved Emily’s life. I just thought you didn’t seem like the type to stay in one place for long without a purpose.”

At that, Arpia whipped her head around, her braid flying like a whip.

“I-I said that?”

“Of course. You even cupped your hands under your chin and tried to act cute.”

It was half a lie, but she had no way of knowing that. Just one more push would make it perfect.

“You also said, ‘I’m so happy to be your slave, master,’ and clung to me. Don’t tell me I was the only one who was being sincere?”

“I don’t remember that! I would never say such a thing! See, I knew you were lying!”

“Such a shame.”

Well, that didn’t work.

But no worries, I could always raise her favorability gradually.

“Could you pass me some water?” I asked.

“You have hands, don’t you? Get it yourself.”

“....”

Wow. For a second, it felt like the world was crumbling.

No matter how you look at it, telling your master to get their own water is pretty bold. I let out a deep, heavy sigh.

“Ah, Mirabel would always happily fetch me water when I asked.”

“Mirabel? Who’s that?”

“She’s someone special. The cutest little witch in the world, who’d make ice when it was hot, water when I was thirsty, and hold me close when it was cold.”

“Well, why don’t you ask her to do it then? Where is she?”

“I sent her back to her mother. I’m sure she’s living happily up there, in a better place.”

Arpia’s gaze turned icy, but I didn’t care. What mattered more was my thirst.

“Oh, how I miss Mirabel... She would’ve brought me water...”

“Why are you acting like this?”

“Waaater. Waaaateeeer.”

“Fine! I’ll get you water! Just stop whining!”

Unable to resist my exaggerated sulking, Arpia filled a cup and handed it to me.

“Here. Happy now?”

“This is so plain. Don’t you have any magical water? I’ve heard that water summoned by spirits is supposed to be incredibly refreshing.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me. Do you think water spirits are just living wells? And... even if I wanted to, I couldn’t summon one. I can’t use spirits,” she muttered, her voice filled with uncertainty.

For an elf, being able to handle a bow and commune with spirits was as basic as breathing.

But Arpia couldn’t do either. It wasn’t that she lacked spirits to commune with.

‘The problem is that they’re too deeply intertwined with her.’

Normally, a spirit would choose an elf it liked and bestow its powers upon them. But Arpia was different.

From birth, spirits had entered her body, becoming a part of her physical being.

These spirits clashed with one another inside her, and Arpia had to bear all the pain that resulted.

Drinking alcohol made the spirits drunk as well, dulling the pain. That’s why Arpia had become an alcoholic, spending most of her days in a state of intoxication.

She couldn’t handle spirits. She couldn’t handle a bow. A useless elf.

She was ostracized, friendless, and banished to the outskirts of the great forest. All she did was spend her days drunk and stumbling around.

Truly, a character with a tragic backstory.

Not a beautiful, capable older sister but a shut-in loser next door. That’s Arpia.

Still, hearing all this gave me a good idea of what needed to be fixed.

“Are you finished eating? Let’s go.”

“Huh? Why?”

“There’s somewhere we need to be.”

It’s time to turn this useless elf into someone who can function.