Otoko Nara Ikkokuichijou no Aruji o Mezasa Nakya, ne?

Oh, I wonder why Misa doesn't know how good Senior Lung Shi is.

I met Misa in high school. I immediately became a temper and friend, but she's a little floating. I don't want to talk to you, and I don't want you to feel any particular problem. Laugh the same, grieve the same, be equally angry. But maybe I'm the only one who knows, but she's always up there somewhere in the sky.

I don't know what you're thinking at the bottom of your belly, it might suit you better to say. Of course, she doesn't do anything like that every time. I just felt that way, somehow, while I was dating. So sometimes I think it's really just my assumption. We usually have fun chatting, and we get excited about entertainers, TV, and good readers. I don't think Misa is up in the sky at that time either.

People are good together. Even today, me and the other kids forgot my brother-in-law chocolate, so they went out to buy it. The accident happened when I was on the bus back to school preaching to her about Senior Lung Shi's virtues.

When I realized I was starting over with my life. I was reborn. Born as the daughter of a serf in a country called Loghots Village, I was helped not only from a small age into the house, but even farming. I knew I had a status open and inherent skill that I remembered when I was a kid, but I didn't know how to use my skill (though I didn't want to) and I kept quiet because I didn't seem to see anyone doing a status open to me. There may or may not be a chance to use this unique skill in the future. I think it would be nice to use it in a way that is consistent with my intentions. If you have special skills, you can use them, but they don't usually come in handy.

Wake up every morning before sunrise and sleep with the sunset. All agricultural work is manual and heavy labour. How many times have I regretted studying social studies and history more? My parents and siblings work silently without complaining about such a life. But I was unhappy with you. Me and the family of civilians who own my family hit the slaves hard, pushing them to work one after the other. What a terrible world if this is what this world is all about.

The only consolation I had was that he gave me a daily amount that didn't just go to enough meals but had no problems first, and a small but also paid salary. It was the luxury of our house to buy a bird like a pigeon from a hunter in the village on a saved salary and cook it in water.

While I was doing this, I turned seven and met God. God says. The cause of that accident, the reincarnation, that this is not the planet. That other victims have been reincarnated into this world in that accident. The time allowed for my question is only one minute. Magic. Subhuman. Identity society. That's all I could ask in a hurry. Besides, I only knew the extent to which I licked the surface. But anyway, it was clear. I can never go back. I have no choice but to live in this world (Aus). Despair that strikes me.

Then I started exploring again how to get out of the slave class. All I've ever known is to pay my owner a hundred times my price. That maybe my price is about a piece of gold. And that my salary is two copper coins a month...... It is unlikely that there will be any increase in salaries as such, etc., but the despair that, assuming it stays this way, it will take nearly 42000 years to pay even if you continue to save salaries without spending a penny.

There are other ways, but you can't do it on your own. Always need someone else's help somewhere, but also more than a free citizen. If you can't get someone else's help, there's still nothing else you can do but figure it out for yourself, but whatever you think, you can't do that. And even if I could use someone else's help, if my owner didn't approve of my sale, that would be it.

It's better for the owner to hate me for saying that. It needs to be a talent that is not spared to let go at times of need. Out of hand with farming? No, then it's just a strain on the family. At best, there's only enough to keep you busy when you talk to the owner.

Is there any other way? Think. Think, me. Escape?... No. Even if we managed to escape from the village of Loghots, we would be caught as soon as the slaves were wandering alone. Of course you wouldn't know that if you stole even some pretty little clothes from somewhere that you were a slave at first glance, but status openings will always follow, such as when you get a job. Nothing but fugitive slaves, such as slaves with no proof of sale and no owners beside them.

Some hands are about marrying a lord's child, but hatred and lords are dwarfs (gnomes). It is hard to imagine that a lord who is a nobleman or his family would do that, because there is not a marriage across races, but the birth rate of children seems to be extremely low. There are few outside men in the village but merchants of merchants. In the countryside village outside the kingdom, this is where the borders are crammed. Beyond that mountain are foreign countries.

...! Foreign? Why don't you run away to another country? What if they're officially caught as fugitive slaves in the country, but foreign? In status, I am a Rons family owned slave. What did you say if you were caught as a fugitive slave in a foreign country? Yes, if you say asylum hope or something, you'll figure it out?

I've heard of asylum. I also feel like there were reports that some people had been in exile from abroad in Japan. I just have to do it. But I'm still a kid and I don't have the strength. He could die on his way over the mountain. Some of them are like monsters I've never seen but dangerous. I can't cross that mountain right now. We need to build up a little more strength. I don't even know if there's a crowd right across the mountain. You'll need food, too. I just have to endure a few more years.

When I turned ten, my salary went from two copper coins to one big copper coin. Five times all at once. Now in 8,000 years... let's not think about it. One day, my seven-year-old sister was to get married. The opponent is still a slave man in the village, a man of the same race two times over his sister. They have the same owner, so they can get married without any problems. The day before the marriage, after noon, my sister escaped farmwork by telling Sir Doven, the village lord, she was going to report her marriage. My parents were impressed that I was leaning over and dropping them off.

My sister came home after nightfall. When I returned with a tired face, I didn't even take a meal and dived into the bunk. It only took me a long time to say hello. Well, it's my sister's marriage tomorrow, so something delicious is behaved. Looking forward to it. Farming is as minimal as necessary... so I slept slowly.

My sister's wedding was lavishly executed. By our family standards, of course. Even dishes that do not extend to families in previous life are quite delicious. I packed the dish with my two older sisters and four older brothers until they were full.

Four years later, my brother got married too. The marriageable age in this world is early. Especially since slaves are property, late teenagers can also be urged to marry by their owners. My brother's daughter-in-law was the first daughter my sister married. My younger sister and I can bless each other from the bottom of our hearts because we've always had family friends.

Another delicious dish behaved, and I sat on the floor satisfied.

The following year, I finally became an adult. Fifteen. Is it about time? Families and relatives are good people, but they are also people who have given up their lives, like not even complaining about the status quo. If I stay like this, I will all be married, having children, raising them, and dying in this village. My thirst for outside the village is becoming uncontrollable. It should be noted that with adults my salary increased from one large copper coin to two large copper coins. After this, he said he would be about twenty years old and three big copper coins.

Can you do it? We have to get out of here at all costs. I secretly began to prepare. I can't redeem something very protective with the benefits I was saving. Even a cheap, worn knife does two pieces of silver. But this money is money to procure food for the escape. If we make it, we'll have to raise food first, it's an important military fund. A worn knife would be quite useful, but you can't ignore food that is directly life-threatening. Because I don't have the skill to get prey with a knife or pour meat like a hunter.

Ask the hunters of the village about the mountains, the roads, etc. when you find time. I thought there couldn't be a proper path, but there was still no way. What I wanted to know was where hunters don't usually go and why. If pursued, I'm sure this hunter will be dispatched as a chaser. I have to wrap that around.

You have to run behind them through the mountains without a path. So I figured I needed to pick a place where the land survey would be hard to work and run away, unlikely to even lean on them at all.

In doing so, a reason arose to hold off my escape. It's a magic lesson. The village healer says he can teach you magic. Sometimes if you're a talented person, you can use magic just by practicing a little. But there was not one person around me, including my family, who could use magic. Even if I had the talent to use magic, the possibilities would be minimal. But there's more to magic than simple appreciation. Depending on how you use it, it could be a great force to help me escape.

It won't hurt to learn. Even here I regretted about my previous life. I wonder why you haven't studied in school more seriously. I was aware that words in this world contained English words, so it might have been easier to learn words if I had studied English, and math would have helped. I can't even imagine how useful geometry, physics, etc. can be, especially if it's like making some tools out of wood or something. Needless to say, society and history, science and life would have helped. Perhaps not directly involved in life is as art-related as music, art, calligraphy, etc.

I took the magic seriously as long as I listened to every word of the healer. In about a week I found out I had a magical talent. I was simply delighted. I even thought that my treatment might change without escaping for a moment. But I expected it, but of course it didn't. When I found that out, I was a little discouraged. But power is power, whatever it is, even if it is weak. Let's try a little harder until we can use the magic properly.

The following year, when I was sixteen years old, my two older sisters were to get married. I can eat delicious food again. The day before the marriage, my sister slipped out of farmwork by telling her lord she was going to report her marriage. Around evening, I leaned back. He looked sad. What the hell is going on? I asked my sister what had happened to her trying so hard to keep her mouth shut. Finally, my rooted sister smiled powerlessly, telling me because it would happen to me in the future, and I spoke pompously.

I was stunned after hearing it.

First night tax.

What a mess it sounds like.

The right to receive the first night of a new wife who withheld her marriage.

It's even hard to forgive that such a thing exists.

Lord Sir Doven once said, "Premarital fornication is immoral," something that impressed me young, but I didn't know there was such a reason...

We are the elite (elves). My parents and sisters and brothers were also of great beauty by my standards. I also have a thin face, and although I have left a strong shadow of my previous life, I know it was quite aesthetically shaped. At the same time, however, he understood that he was not very much the subject of love or lust among the fae. In my case, it would be Pu people because the values of the previous life remain, but people who look good, whether they be sub people or not, look good.

I learned that when I was just a little girl, people who thought this way were in a minority, so I didn't have to worry about appearances especially after that. Though I would be more right to say that I did the best I could with today's meal menu and how to clean up the work I have to do by night than that, to be exact.

Not only was Lord Doven nearly a third of the village Norm in the habit of dwarfs (Norm), but were the Pu tribes of the second force aside, and other subpopulations such as Mountains (Dwarves), Elves, etc., also subject to lust? I felt darkened in front of me like I was suddenly beaten, but shortly afterwards, my anger boils like a magma burning from the depths of my body.

Are we slaves the tools of lords and bearers!? Is it finally a situation to live a people-like life, and you have to give it up to pride!? Can we finally get married and not be allowed to share just a tiny bit of happiness in a hard life!?

My older sister, my older brother's daughter-in-law, my younger sister, and then... me too.

Isn't this literally a subhuman slave! With instant blood on my head, I shook off my astonishing sister and ran as hard as I could toward the lord's house as I took the mowing sickle out of the barn of the owner. I was in the middle of dinner at the Lords' house. It was a fantastic menu on the table that we slaves couldn't even put in our mouths unless it was a wedding or New Year's Eve.

Lords and their families are distracted by me for suddenly shaking my hair and intruding during dinner. I don't remember what I screamed, but I shook up the sickle and I was struck by Sir Doven.

When I noticed it was full of blue moles all over my body and tied up like a scroll. Everywhere in my body I'm screaming. Including my owner, he is a civilian of the village and at the same time my surveillance of the servants serving the lord rolled into the soil of the barn.

"Why did you suddenly attack your lord?

"What the hell did you say to me!

"I didn't expect to raise my hand to your nobility at the time of slavery..."

"This is a reasonable death sentence."

"It's a woe to your lord. Big sinners don't have to stick out on a fogle."

Fogle is the name of a large city in the region, and we know that it is quite a distance from this village of Loghots to the southeast. Own a vast territory, such as the Western Lardonna and Lardonna regions, including this village of Loghots... sure, it should be ruled by some duke. They take me as a great sinner to Fogle, where I will be brought to justice.

I was already ready for the death penalty for committing a felony crime of raising my hand to nobility while driven by passion. But before I die, I want to sue the Duke and the Duke for a word before I die. I'm just lucky I wasn't executed in such a poor village in the countryside. Finally, I will die suing the tragedy of the identity of slaves from the bottom of my heart for irrationality that does not even recognize human rights. Until then, no matter what they do, they never make a sound.

A few days later, I was shackled in my hands, my legs tied with a rope of just 60 to 70 cm, and I was walked nearly 200 km in a hip-roped outfit for just under 10 days. My leg didn't get hurt because I was used to it at a wild job, but when I reached the forgle because I was forced to walk at a narrow stride, I was physically worn out. At Fogle, he was thrown into a cavalier-controlled cell and left alone for about a month.

Three decent meals and a decent meal were served, although there was naturally no freedom in the barn. Not a luxurious menu, of course, but not quite as pale as what I usually ate. Can even criminals be fed a decent meal like this in the city? It was a shock. I thought it would be like leftovers, in terms of whether I lived or died. In fact, the meal served to me was terrible on the journey to Fogle.

One day, he was suddenly dragged out of his cell. I guess the day of judgment has finally come. Well, fine. I'll only lose my pride as a human until I die. Let's complain fully about what we want to sue and die staring at the inmates. I was drawn to a place of judgment with the feeling that I had become a half-dropped bowl.

They said the sentence would be executed in places like Fogle's Square. It would be the Lord, the Duke, who is judging on the altar. Is it 40 years ago? He is a Putin man with a neat face and tailored clothes. Apparently there are about 50 criminals waiting to be tried, including me, but all of them seem to be felons. Is that true? Criminals who were not a major crime, such as theft, had been tried in the village. I guess only felons leave the administration of justice to senior nobles.

Almost all the nearly 30 criminals tried before me are fined for death or multiple limbs cut off. More and more people are being sentenced to death because there is no way they can pay a fine or anything like that for gold coins. But I think I can open my name. In that case, a witness to the crime had been called. Good, you have a chance to listen to me as much as I do. Let us die suing the nobles that even their presence is a sin.

My turn has come. He was pulled out in front of the Duke standing on the altar, and a guilty plea was read out to the attendant. And the next thing I know, if you plead guilty or not, the Duke will ask you why. My guilt was injury to the aristocracy. Good, was that Sir given about a scratch? Nature and grin seem to overflow. However, I do not plead guilty and I must open my petition.

"Do you, Alakale Califloris, plead guilty?

says the Duke. It's the way it's always been.

I was removed from the ape, so I uttered the dialogue as planned.

"I won't admit it"

I stared into the Duke's eyes and said clearly.

"Then tell me why. And bring the witness to this."

That's as expected so far. I opened my mouth when Sir Doven and his eldest son stood on the witness stand.

"Sir Doven, lord of the village of Loghots, had used his position and had repeatedly inflicted inhumane manipulation on slaves. I was just trying to argue with my sister and brother's enemies. I was forced to take a virgin of a prenup by saying first night taxes. It's an act of stepping on a person's dignity. It was Sir Doven standing there who forced him to take away my two sisters' virgins. I must have also taken the virgin of my sister-in-law, who has been married to my brother. I was just trying to take revenge on my sister's brother's dignity. And."

At that stage of speaking, the Duke raised his hand and blocked my remarks. This is what I expected, too. Perhaps the criminals who have so far offered to open up will also question the witness as to the veracity of my statement.

"Ask the witness. Do you have any facts about what just happened?

You see. But I can't admit it anyway. I'll fight you thoroughly.

That's when. A shout rose from the row behind the platform where the Duke stood.

"Objection! Father, please give me some time to talk to her now!

What the hell? From what I saw I put up my voice was a Pu man my age or so, and from what I said I guess he is the Duke's son, but when I saw that face I doubted my own eyes. It's Japanese! It looks like a Westerner from a previous life, peculiar to the Pu, but the carving is slightly thin. A nose not very high in a thin single eye. Not as pointy as an elf. Slightly rounded jaw. You look like a half Japanese and western, but you say that glossy brunette, you say black eyes... oh, is this man the same person who followed my fate...

The man walked over here without waiting for a reply from his father, the Duke. He walks forcefully, staring at my face in a situation where no one can speak to me, including me, in a sudden development. There was even a nagging grin on that face.

"Hey, you're Japanese. You know what I'm saying? Nod when you know it."

Japanese in low voice (!) That's what I've been talking about. I raise and lower my trembling face again and again, even though I look up to heaven for too much.

'All right, next. I don't care what you did or why. Let me ask you something later, of course. If you're going to be my slave, I'll help you. I'm the only one who can get you out of this situation. Decide now.'

That said, he looked me in the eye.

'I don't care what happens. But let me tell you something. Why is there a difference in identity? What am I supposed to have done? A nobleman would force a virgin to say,' Enough. I know exactly what I'm trying to say. That's how we want to change the world. You wanna come with me?

The man said in a gentle voice smiling as he blocked my words. What did you just say? Change the world? Can you change that? this, too unfair and irrational world!?

Turning to me, who opened his eyes and clogged his words, the man continued with a terribly gentle voice.

'That was hard. This world is crazy. What are we gonna do, be my slaves and work together?

"I want to kill him. Then I'll hear you say anything. '

When I say so.

'Well... this is... okay, I'll help you. Don't forget that word. I'll kill that Sir. Then shut up for the time being. "

said the man satisfied as he narrowed his eyes.

"Father! I got confirmation! Alakale Califloris is my hand. I got a report from her. Again I charge Sir Selmunk Doven on this occasion! Guilty is treason against lords! She does say they plotted treason against her father. I just heard the evidence! I am the witness! It should be noted that her statement now is a euphemism that she had decided in advance with me. I cannot, as Uncle Roseable, pass by that the Ser who keeps my inhabitants as the men of the House of Stoles has plotted treason against my father! Let us now, on this occasion, lay down our own demeanor to the rebels, solemnize the discipline of the realm, and let us drool our example as aristocrats ruling the realm! All of you, take down Doven!

The man shouted so, but quickly or pulled his sword out of his waist and ran towards Sir Doven and his eldest son. Sir Doven, seemingly flamboyant at first, seemingly insisted that they were innocent and didn't mean to be hairy, but were immediately seized by the knights surrounding them and pressed to the ground.

Little time was given to make him say yes or no, and the man waved his sword down to the brain of the Ser's parents and children, silencing the Ser. It was a short time ago. I couldn't seem to move aggressively except for a man and a knight to a very rapid development. Even the Duke on the stage is taken aback.

"Unbind Califloris! She's not guilty! I'll see!

When the man said, a knight came over and cut my rope tied in his back hand.

"Father! Praise me. Just now, I, Roseable Birsen Reid Stoles, have given the traitor a hand!

Too often the surroundings are quiet with scenes. I just open my eyes, too. I can't grasp the situation. Now, did this man kill Sir Doven? I glance at Sir Doven's body in awe. All the parents and children were cracked in the brain, and from the wound, they stuck out whether it was their brains or flesh pieces and fell down with depression. They didn't even move tingly while lying down. To be honest, the Ser himself has no grudges whatsoever against the Ser's eldest son. No, but I thought it felt good.

A few months later, when I turned seventeen, I had become Senreid's mistress. I guess it was only a matter of time before I fell in love with him. I can't marry because my identity is too different and my race is different in the first place, but thanks to him I was able to become a free citizen. Not only did he rescue me from danger, but he hired me as his side so I wouldn't have any trouble with my life. After that, I didn't even know how to handle my case, but I could not return it to him.

We named each other our real names and exchanged stories about ourselves. When I realized I was starting to like him, I first figured out how to use my inherent skills. My intrinsically skilled 'Sexual Moving (Sexual Techniques)' seems to be a condition of ability use that I have at least a certain sexual desire for the other person. Continuous use dominates our sexuality so insanely that we can't understand it from the middle of nowhere, which further stimulates our sexuality. At the same time he devoured me as if he were also a bottomless strength. Different races seem like good things to take from each other at the moment. You don't have to worry about unwanted pregnancies. We can always feel each other directly.

I was delighted with that.

The Japanese, who were reincarnated and met for the first time, were literally princes of white horses to me.

A few more months later, I stunned more when I went with Cell to the Wang Capital Landgries. I hear Cell kept quiet trying to surprise me. His Highness Alexander Belgrid, the next king, was also Japanese. Cell spent about half of the year at his parents' home, Fogle, the capital of the Duke of Stoles, and the other half at Landgries, the king's capital. They took more time at home for me this year.

And the next king, His Highness Alexander Bergrid, and Alec, were good friends when he said they were best friends to call each other Cell. I was immediately introduced to His Highness Alec and spoke a lot in Japanese. There were also several Japanese around His Highness Alec, and I soon became close to them, too.

Ask over you, I'm apparently the youngest. I bowed my head to the court magician that he was my grandmother at the time of his death and let him be my apprentice. This man is a court magician for both his parents, and he himself has been climbing the castle as a court magician since last year. Young but neglected in the country, he is being asked for the future with rumours that he is also the best magician in this world. He seems to be a cliche to say that he is a grandmother, but he is very charming and has a good personality, so I even feel like a mother.

When I first introduced myself, I didn't like to say my unique skills. Because I was embarrassed. But I said it thoughtfully because Cell publicly declared me to be my own woman while holding my shoulder. It was a blast after a little silence. All I could do was think through the cheeks of the cells.

In this way I was able to define my place in a position close to the centre of the Kingdom of Dabus. It was hard to fight, to use past knowledge like everyone else to work out future measures, and to help, but it was a full life. It's still female time, but when we've built up a little more power, they say we're going to move for reform. The youngest I am like a mascot, but still everyone accepted me as a companion indefinitely. I want to return the favor somehow.

This is the world, all the bloodless reforms and so on have given up since the beginning. Apparently Alec and Cell are even prepared to kill their own parents and take power in the worst case scenario. Believe me that's for all the people who live in this land...

How wonderful of a life where the sense of reality that is moving forward at all wraps everyone up with great exhilaration and exudes alcohol whilst saying their ideals to the mouth.