...Fuck..
I knew the ‘original’ was an arrogant and annoying... and a slaver… but I did not expect him to also be this much of a sick fuck…
For the time being, I took a closer look at the woman strapped to the table in front of me.
She was a delicate thing, thin arms and waist, a young and delicate face that evokes your paternal instincts, spiked ears just a little shorter than the usual… Her mouth was gagged with a rag and her eyes were frozen, like deer in the headlights…
...Nope
/what do you mean ‘nope’?/
Nope Nope.
...NO WAY I AM GOING THROUGH WITH THIS.
/Considering Host’s goals, breaking your cover now would be inadvisable. I recommend going through with it./
Fuck no. I am not mutilating some poor girl just to make myself believable.
/I can alter your memories if it helps./
…Ya no thanks… Somehow I don't enjoy the idea of mutilating someone and then forgetting. No offence Leo.
/None taken, I exist to serve./
Focusing on the situation again, I try to rack my brain to come up with a way to solve this.
Kill Arnold? No, that solves nothing.
..Slaughtering my way out and freeing all the slaves here might work, no. The city has extensive military force and would just kill them all.
...Uplink Arnold and knock Adam out? Claiming he passed out might work… Yes that would get me out of here easily…
No. Adam is too valuable and If I switch back Arnold will notice his blackout… No, do the possessed even realize that something happened? I need to-
“Mmph” the woman strapped to the table whimpered, cutting my line of thought.
Oh yeah, I was inspecting her before I went on a tangent in my head…. It must have been awkward being stared like that.
This is something I confirmed earlier, but Adam’s body has a rather honestly creepy stare, not much unlike a predator…Albeit I do not know whether that is just how it becomes when I possess him, or if he is just naturally evil looking…
Ah, not good, focus.
Focusing on the task, I quickly try and figure a solution… slowly moving along with my act… Who knows if I am being eavesdropped after all…
...Hm, That is a way...
...It is far from a good solution, but barring any miraculous ideas making themselves present, It is the best my mind can do for now…
As such, I take 2 knives from the table, a hooked skinning knife and a normal straightedge.
Slowly I walk to the whimpering girl at the center of the room. Whilst looking around one last time to ensure that there are no obvious peepholes
/Host, this is a ridiculous Idea. there are numerous unknown variables that could make it all go horribly wrong./
...Beats the alternative
/I disagr-/
-And I don't care.
Looking at the begging eyes of my would-be victim I give what I hope is a reassuring smile. Silently wording the word “Sorry” to her as I crouch over her body, hopefully covering what was happening from any would-be peeping toms, I can see her entire body squirming, struggling to get away, yet her eyes were fixed on me. Clearly frightened almost out of her mind for what was going to happen next...
After growling a purposefully well audible “Stop squirming Bitch…. ...Or I will sever your spine, so you can never squirm again”
I undo the rope holding down her right arm.
Then, before her honestly surprised mind could perceive what was happening, I stabbed the knife into my own waist..FU-"FUck that hurts."
“GUARDS!”
...The moment the words come out of my mouth, the door slams open, heh, I knew it, there were people listening in, Act phase two!
“YOU WHORE!!”
I slam my left fist hard into her head. Drawing some blood and making her fall unconscious. Tch, forgot to remove the ring from my hand, it cut skin…
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“A-are you alright sir?” A guard asked as they rushed over to help
“The bitch tried to stab me! Who tied her?" I yelled amidst swearing from the pain
“I-it Was me sir.” One of the guards, a young lad said.
I turned to the other guard, holding my act up to best of my ability
“Arrest him! He tried to fucking kill me!”
“S-sir?” The guard seemed honestly surprised, and who can blame him?
“Someone had to slip that knife to her and loosen her ties! And since you were the one who tied her up…” I get closer to the guards face, wincing in pain every time I step. I bring my face inches from his, giving the closes to a menacing grin I could “I dare say you are the prime suspect…”
“N-No! It wasn’t me I am inn- get off m- I am innocent! No! NOO!” I watch as the guard is dragged away. I spot a pale Arnold near the entrance to the room.
..Heh, he must be afraid that I suspect him… Or maybe he thinks that I will be displeased with him for letting this happen,
“Arnold”
“Y-Yes, young master?”
“I am heading back to the company, get that one” I nod to now unconscious girl. “Ready for shipping.”
“A-Ah, I see. Of Course Young master would like to ensure himself that the merchandise is… punished correctly” He says, quickly wiping his forehead a little.
“Yes… I think I have just found new entertainment.” Act the part... Act The part..
“Understood! I will ensure she gets delivered to Young master immediately”
I smile, hopefully arrogantly enough… Jesus, stab wounds suck as much today as they did in the past…
“Now, escort me to my carriage, I wish to return to the company.”
“Of course Young master.” He said, sparing one last glance towards the unconscious girl...I think I saw pity in those eyes…
/This was not an advisable course of action, Host./
I don't care. Still better than the alternatives.
...Jesus, a stomach wound sucks.
/Technically, you only cut flesh, no organs were injured… stomach included/
Gee, I didn't know that. Being the guy WHO DID THE STABBING.
/...78% similarity to sarcasm sample detected./
Oh, cool AI’s can learn sarcasm… Note to self, Invent a creative way to get around that.
storing in personal notes.
...Coooool…
/what is?/
…..Even more cooool….
/are you alright?/
Eh? No no don't mind it!
Oh look! We are here!
...And so, I spent the next few hours being fussed about, I was even checked by a priest who made the wound disappear in moments… For all his conceited bluster, Adam really is pampered huh?...
...Also since when could Routing system be used to heal….Ah whatever, I lose if I keep minding it….
After all was said and done, I finally sat down to enjoy a cup of tea in the peacefulness of “my” room with a book in hand.. peaceful… well... to call it “peaceful”...
“U-Umm… Is the tea to your liking..Master?” Lalailu asked from the corner of the room where she has sat this whole time…
...She is always there, ready to serve… Unnerving as fuck.
..Wait… If Adam had a habit of doing...that kind of stuff to his slaves…
I couldn't help but look at Lalailu’s cut off ears…
“U-Umm.. Is something wrong?”
...No, there is no malice in her eyes… she seems too innocent in her gaze towards “me”.
… I guess based on Adam’s personality She was preserved as some sickening type of “treat” for when he came back from inspecting the mines at Rennon Village… Good for her..
..Speaking of her gaze… Why did it turn this way?
For some reason, whenever she looks at me her eyes seem to plead for my approval...what are you, a puppy?
...The treatment of a slave must be more hideous in this nation than I thought… for the arrogant treatment I have given her to warrant such loyalty… That or…
“U-Umm?! M-Master?”
I quickly stride over, placing a hand on her head
/Uplink Detected./
Scan the uplink in for any abnormalities.
/Scanning./
/7 physical abnormalities detected. one disease, and 4 poorly healed injuries, 2 considerably small dismemberments./
/Mild Mental trauma detected./
...The results are pretty simple… for a moment I thought she might be mind controlled.. You never know what this world's “magic” might be able carry out.
...No wait, seeing as the RE-Rc seems unable to detect mana there is still a chance she is being controlled...
“Auu..”
...Oh.
I take my hand of the blushing girls head… Yeah, that must have been awkward on her..
“Don't get the wrong Idea, I was just checking something.”
“O-of course master!” she said, nodding…she seems to be blushing even harder.
/Host 71% external behaviour similarity to Tsundere detected./
Fuck yo- this world probably doesn't have weeb tropes… but it must still seem just as embarrassing… I must be careful about it in the future. Yes.
Moving back to my table I wave my hand slightly, saying “the tea has gotten cold. Replace it” sending Lalailu quickly off to work with a “Ah! Yes Master!” ...Also giving her an excuse to leave the room to regain her blushing composure.
...Nevertheless. This is just another case that proves it.. I must look into the “magic” this world values...
...After receiving a new cup of tea, I return to my book.
...Ah… for once.. Peace and quiet…
...Thinking so, I turn in for the day.
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/enemies listing: 120./
*Ratatat*
I keep shooting the machine gun from behind cover.
/Enemies listing 119./
“Sir we have to retreat! There is no way we can hold em back!”
A younger Host, Prvt Watkins yelled to me over the howls of war.
“The orders are to delay them! One way or another we will!” I respond as I eject the magazine off my weapon, grabbing a new one from my belt.
“Sir This is madness! There are only three of us and 120 of them!”
Hah, an undying soldier is afraid of the numbers?? This is why the training regime is too short I said….
/Enemies listing 118./
“Wrong. There is whole THREE fine soldiers of the nation.”
I finnish replacing the magazine.
“And merely 118 of them.”
I roll around to aim at the enemy from my cover once more.
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A dream huh..?
This is the second time I have dreamed of the past…
I suppose, bit by bit, some of the memories are coming back… like haunting ghosts of a crime forgotten...
/I assure you Host, You were always a great soldier before the memory wipe./
...That sentence at the same time implies you DO have the memories saved somewhere, and that you think I am not as good as I used to be.
/I assure you Host. The memories were deleted completely, I am merely making the observation based on statistical combat efficiency evaluations that were not deleted./
...Oi. you did not deny the second half. Oi!
*Knock Knock*
The sound of someone knocking was heard at the door.
“Enter.”
Viv, the bandaged maid entered the room… Yeah, her resentment is still unchanged I feel… ...Actually, if the house wanted, they could have healed the wound by the aid of a healer by now… ...I suppose that would make the punishment meaningless in their minds huh..?
“There is someone here to see you, Young master.”
“...Who is it?”
“He called himself Arthus, Young master.”
...Wait whut?