Three men in armor appeared behind him. The voice came from one of them.

  "It seems the bandits have fled. I'm not sure about the cargo, but... it looks like the merchandise is intact. They're right here."

  "What?! Laura and the others? They're alive? How are they? They weren't defiled by the bandits, were they? If they're damaged goods, their value will drop!"

  "It doesn't look like there's any need to worry about that, but... we might have a bit of a problem."

  The man's gaze shifted toward Silva and the two sisters.

  "What?! What do you mean?"

  "Boss, it looks like it's safe. How about coming over here?"

  "It's really safe, right?"

  With that, the sound of someone stomping over the foliage grew louder.

  (Is that even human?)

  Silva's suspicion was understandable. What appeared was a man about 170 cm tall, but he seemed to weigh well over 200 kg. He looked like a sumo wrestler, his body seemed to be the result of a lack of exercise and constant overeating, with fat being the only thing that had accumulated.

  He wore a sleeveless vest over his bare upper body, a turban on his head, and white pants, looking like a merchant straight out of Sinbad stories.

  (So this is the slave trader... No wonder he abandoned Laura, Sarah and the others to escape...)

  Seeing the pig like man in front of him, Silva felt a strange sense of understanding. The man had likely fled immediately, taking only his guards and abandoning any pretense of composure as soon as the ambush began. There was no way a man with this kind of body could have escaped the bandits blades otherwise.

  "Oh! Both of you are safe! I thought you might have been defiled, killed, or taken away by the bandits!"

  He started walking toward the sisters.

  "Stay back!"

  Sarah pointed her sword at the slave trader.

  "If you come any closer, I'll stab you!"

  However, both the slave trader and his guards had mocking smiles on their faces.

  "Boss, the young lady here is quite defiant, isn't she?"

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  "Indeed. She does not seem to understand her position as a slave. Perhaps I've been too lenient?"

  "Hey, young lady. You might have forgotten, but this man here is your owner. You two are his property. What do you think you're doing, pointing your swords at your master?"

  "Shut up! We are no longer your property!"

  "Gahaha! You've got it wrong! You two are still mine. You're valuable merchandise that I've carefully groomed over five years."

  "You abandoned us and fled!"

  "Of course I did! It would mean nothing if I died trying to protect my goods. But since the abandoned goods have returned to their original place like this, what's wrong with picking them up again?"

  The slave trader and his guards showed no signs of remorse, causing Silva to feel more disgust than anger.

  "Well, well. Boss, leave this to us."

  "Indeed. No matter how strong they are, they are useless without a master."

  It seemed these men did not believe that Laura and Sarah could use their powers.

  Five against three. If they could defeat the man standing there, the sisters wouldn't be able to cause any more trouble.

  "It seems the young man over there has filled their heads with nonsense, making them act up."

  The men's eyes shifted toward Silva.

  "I see... so you're the one who said unnecessary things. Playing the part of a white knight, are you? Fine. The bandit attack caused us significant losses. The more slaves, the better. Hey! Capture that young man alive too. He's got a good build, he could fetch a good price as a labor slave... Gah!"

  A gleaming silver ring was suddenly lodged in the slave trader's throat.

  Without a word, the chakram Silva had thrown sliced through the slave trader's throat, cutting off his words. The guards around him were visibly shaken.

  (Fool. You talked too much.)

  To Silva, continuing to speak while showing clear hostility was nothing but foolish.

  (It's like creating an opportunity to be attacked...)

  A sneer formed in the corner of Silva's mind toward the dead pig. But now was not the time. This was a battle. Pushing aside his contempt, Silva focused on what needed to be done.

  "Now!"

  Responding to Silva's voice, the two at his side leapt forward. Laura and Sara dashed past Silva and launched themselves at the guards, who were too rattled to assume a fighting stance.

  (Just as I thought.)

  The result was just as Silva had anticipated.

  Each sister's sword had its own unique style. Laura's sword was one of strength. The sword she swung with great speed shattered the opponent's sword at the base upon contact, continuing its trajectory to the man's head. Sarah's sword was one of skill. She caught her opponent's thrusting sword, entangled it, and then thrust her own sword into his throat.

  "W-What the hell...?! How do you have such power?!"

  The guards, caught off guard by the sisters sudden and precise attacks, were swiftly cut down. Only the man who had first stepped onto the road remained in front of Silva.

  "Hmph!"

  The sisters' eyes gleamed with a cold light, piercing through the remaining guard.

  "W-Wait... Hey."

  He seemed to finally grasp his predicament. Panic spread across his face.

  "Wait, how... how can you use your powers? You shouldn't be able to use them without a master!"

  A mocking smile spread across the sisters faces at his words. They were not letting their guard down in the slightest. They were fully prepared to respond to any attack from the guard.

  "This man is our master now!"

  The sisters turned their gaze to Silva.

  "Ridiculous. Slaves can't just choose their own master... forming a blood pact should be..."

  "We've known how to form a blood pact since we were children. Our father taught us."

  Sarah's words caused the guard's complexion to change.

  "What?! Then why until now—"

  "There's no need for us to explain that to you."