Academy Slave Instructor

133 – Life as a Slave

Life as a Slave

Filia looks at Rai in silence.

Shocked at the fact that all the commanders who defended the kingdom of Kaylan were created, the eyes do not move as if they have stopped.

“Strangely, your empire doesn’t have any doubts. I first went to the battlefield when I was 13 years old. Of course, the first battle was devastating, trusting in knowledge, but I was defeated. After that, I hardly lost. That’s possible for a kid who has just started weaning. Do you think it is?”

Since he is one of the icons of the era of war, I thought he would just do that, but when I thought about it, it was strange.

No matter how talented you are, you are too young.

Edelian, who was called his rival, was 10 years older than Rai, and when he first met Adelian, he was already in his 30s and was a seasoned commander.

“Why didn’t the kingdom of Kaylon expand its territory?”

If there were 10 commanders with experience and knowledge similar to the demons of the nations, the kingdom should have dominated the continent, not perish.

Rye smiles at Philia’s question.

It was clearly a smile, but it was a smile that gave off a sense of sadness.

“There is no omnipotence in the world. There was a fatal flaw in the knowledge of the tomb.”

Rai, who was looking into the distance as if recalling memories, starts talking after a while.

“The human brain isn’t that good. Comparing Asran and you, the differences between people are huge.”

I try to crack her joke, but Philia doesn’t laugh.

“The omnipotent Dragon Cryer overlooked that. Grave Knowledge passes the memories gathered by one generation to the next. The next generation receives the memories gathered by the two generations. What if that repeats itself?”

The 10 people who pass on the memories of 10 people pass them on to the next generation. With a simple calculation, 10 people’s memories are added every time a generation passes.

As generations pass on, the amount of information transmitted increases, and the capacity of the brain cannot withstand it.

Philia gave goosebumps to the point where lying comfortably in her bed was rather uncomfortable.

“How did you hold on?”

“It remains in the records. What is it called in other countries? God’s curse?”

“You are referring to the punishment of Arakanth.”

It is an epidemic that only occurs in Kaylan Kingdom.

It turns a person into a madman and eventually dies, but no priest or magician can fix it, so it is called the punishment of God Arakant.

It is such an unprecedented and bizarre phenomenon that even Philia remembers seeing it in her book.

But she went mad because she couldn’t stand the knowledge of the tomb, not the plague.

The knowledge of the tomb was created to protect the kingdom, but over time, instead of protecting it, it came to be called the punishment of the gods that terrorized the kingdom of Kaylan.

The only survivor is the Demon of the World. One of the many reasons why he was called a devil is that he overcame the punishment of Arakanth, which was 100% fatality rate.

Someone says Arakant acknowledged him, but belittles him as being free from the influence of the gods because most of them are demons except for the kingdom.

“When I was 10 years old, I begged the king to do anything to protect my father who was accused of treason. That’s how I became a child of the tomb. And I spent three years as a madman.”

“You overcame it in the end. And you became the commander who protects the kingdom.”

“It wasn’t the ending I wanted.”

Filia shows respect for the fact that she safely received the knowledge of the tomb, which no one has been able to do for decades, but Rai has a bitter expression.

“When I came to my senses, my father had already become the dew of the executioner, and my mother had passed away. I killed my younger brother with my own hands. I don’t remember.”

“……”

“And I lost it too. When I came to my senses, the first person I saw was Tepes, the butler. Do you know what the first thing I said to him?”

Seeing Philia at the loss of her family, Rai smiles at her.

“I asked if you had any cigarettes. Before that, I hadn’t seen a cigarette since there weren’t any smokers in the house.”

“…… Passed down memories?”

“Right, the habit of foraging has been passed down. No, the word transmission is not appropriate. Forager Fellavani is Elliott Trayer, and Elliott Trayer has become Fellavani.”

It was said that he lost his identity due to the influence of his memories.

He became a child of the grave at the age of 10, which is too young for an identity to be established. However, as hundreds and thousands of memories were mixed, he was no longer Elliot Trayer.

Philia is shocked to hear that she has lost herself.

He thought he was just going crazy, but the knowledge of the tomb was more terrible than he thought.

Losing her life and losing herself. It’s a tough choice to choose either one.

Losing yourself is like losing your life because you will no longer be yourself.

“And Margoss hid one thing from little Elliott. No, he didn’t even tell me the dangers of the knowledge of the tomb, so it’s two things? Anyway, seeing me as a child of the tomb, Margoss laughed with his mouth tearing open. You’ve got a fine slave that even your father never had.”

“A slave?”

Philia raises her body, frowning.

He said it was a good night bedtime story, but the words that come out of his mouth are shocking things that you won’t be able to hear while lying down.

“The Children of the Tomb have their souls bound to the seals and must follow orders. Margoss never told me that. Well-if I did, I would have accepted it to save his father.”

Rai shrugged his shoulders and said casually.

Filia looked blankly at him when he was told that the devil of all nations, who could be called the best of all time among the commanders who commanded the era of war and would later be listed in the history books, was a slave.

It’s like commanding soldiers for the kingdom and defending it, but being loyal to the king as a knight is different from submitting as a slave.

“Does the principal have that seal now?”

“No, old raccoon or Edelian searched the palace, but couldn’t find it. I don’t know where it is.”

“What happens when someone finds the seal…?”

“Hmm- nothing will happen. I’m contracted with a higher-level being who doesn’t even look like Cryer. The seal won’t be able to use any power.”

At Rai’s words, Philia thought for a moment, then her expression changed to a firm expression.

“You wrote a subordination agreement.”

Rai is amazed when she sees Philia, who deduced her correct answer only with limited information.

“I know you’re smart, but sometimes you surprise me.”

“Because only the gods are higher than dragons. Strong restrictions are needed to prepare for unexpected dangers. Gods have given it to be used for oaths of priests, but restrictions like the blasphemous subordination contracts that are only used for high-class slaves.”

Ray sticks his tongue out at Philia, who simply finishes the explanation.

“Is the owner of the contract the principal?”

“I can’t tell you that far.”

“You’re the principal.”

Filia looks at Rai with sad eyes.

Rai’s past, which seemed strong and easygoing enough to not care about others at all, was full of scars.

Although he was a commander, he was a slave, and his father, who tried to save him by throwing himself, was executed.

Her mother died of failing health while she tried to keep her family on the decline, and she even killed her younger brother as a madman with her own hands, she says.

It is not only the past that is bad. He was still a slave. He had spent far more years as a slave than as a free man.

The more you chew each piece, the more Philia gives her strength so that her heart won’t turn into a tearful expression.

Seeing her biting her lip and the strength in her hand resting on her thigh, Rai smiles slyly.

“It’s all in the past. Now it’s a memory that I can forget everything and take out as a snack. I don’t want my identity revealed, so I shouldn’t tell you.”

“……”

“So you don’t have to look like you’re going to cry like that. Don’t you like me too much?”

“Can I give you a hug?”

At her Philia’s words, Rai stops her and looks at her.

“Uh… I didn’t book the same room with that in mind…”

“I’m not saying I’m hugging you with that in mind.”

While Rai is making a silly face, Philia gets up from her seat and she goes over to his bed.

As she dresses as a woman, Rai’s eyes go up and she glares at Philia, who is sitting next to her.

“I don’t need sympathy.”

“I can’t say I don’t have sympathy…But any iron man needs human warmth.”

Reciting her words from Sesset, Philia presses her Rai’s shoulders into her arms.

She was hugged by her big breasts and the soft touch and sweet scent tickled her nose, but Rai didn’t feel aroused by s*xual desire.

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Feeling the warmth of people, Rai slowly closed his eyes.

“You are soft.”

“What does that mean?”

“That’s a good thing.”

She didn’t ask if it was good or bad, but Philia said she was happy with his languid voice and stroked her red hair.

Philia’s eyes do not know how to fall at the original raigar, not the brown she used to see, and the fiery crimson that Elliot had.

“Tell me more.”

“Bedtime stories don’t last long. It’s time to go to bed.”

“Until now, it wasn’t a bedtime story at all. Rather, it was just a story that would make you fall asleep. Instead of that, please tell me about a good memory. There are fun stories like stories with lieutenants or confrontations with monsters or strong people. “

As Philia urges her to pull her hair, Rai moves her head annoyedly and presses her face against her chest.

“I won’t hug you if you do weird things.”

“Okay, I’ll stay still.”

“Tell me quickly.”

Kkeeung – Rai, who was worried about his distance, starts talking in a sleepy voice.

“It was Ludella who first met Edel Lian. The first time she saw her, she realized that she was a bad character.”

“Commander Edelian’s face is scary. He’s handsome, but should I say he’s overbearing? Everyone is overwhelmed by the commander’s momentum.”

“I don’t know if he’s handsome, but he’s always working hard on his eyes, so I think he’ll be chosen one day.”

“Puuu, I’ve never seen anyone express it that way.”

Philia listens to Rai’s bedtime story as if having a conversation.

Interesting anecdotes such as meeting the evil lich, burning down the barracks with her lieutenants, and confronting strong people are pouring out.

Lay, who had been talking about the demons of all countries late at night, gradually became quiet while talking about falling asleep, and Philia, who was slowly stroking his head, also closed her sleepy eyes.

* * *

When the morning came and Filia opened her eyes to the chirping of birds, Rai was already awake.

“Eat it, don’t expect it because it doesn’t taste good.”

“Thank you.”

Preparing for her departure, Rai, who went down under her and received breakfast, hands her tray to Philia.

Looking at her tray with her dreamy eyes, Philia finishes her meal by slicing her clothes that were disheveled in her sleep.

“It’s a magic scroll that changes hair color and eye color, and comes out disguised while wearing appropriate makeup.”

When Rai leaves, she briefly wipes her body and after her preparations, Philia climbs onto the back of the black horse she has been waiting for.

“Did you sleep well?”

“Honestly, I went to bed too late.”

“So you said bedtime stories should be short.”

When Philia answers with a small yawn, Rai bruises.

“Will you do it again later?”

“If you have a chance.”

Unlike yesterday, Philia, who changed her blonde hair to brunette, wraps her hands around Rai’s waist.

She thought it was too close, but Rai didn’t say much and let the black horse go.

Unlike at night, the visibility was open, and the Black Horse ran without hesitation, and when the sun rose in the middle of the sky, she was able to arrive at her destination, a village in the Baran region.

Philia, who heard yesterday that the mercenary army is using it as her base, looks around her.

The village was ordinary, and as a starting point on the way to Legandia, you can see many inn signs on the street.

It was not a good town to use as a base for mercenaries seeking war.

Ray and Filia find an inn where they share meals and lodging, and sit at a table and talk while waiting for a meal.

“What are you going to do now?”

“Nothing in particular. Is there anything worth doing in a town like this?”

At Rai’s words, people around him glanced at him, but they didn’t pay attention.

The two playing mercenaries chasing money talk about previous requests and curse the client.

It’s a made-up story, but Philia moderately accepts it, and Rai’s condescending attitude suits them well, so people around them show interest in the two’s beauty, but don’t think about approaching them.

“How are you going to catch the bounty?”

“It’s easy to catch. Just check the face. Then I’ll knock it down with my own skills.”

Filia asks, calling the mercenary commander a bounty, but Rai doesn’t think much of it.

When Philia is worried about whether she is going to kill her openly even if she is disguised, the door opens and a large number of mercenaries enter.

“W- Suleiman, what’s for today?”

“I thought you weren’t coming today. Look forward to it. Yesterday the hunter sold fresh wild boar meat, so it will be delicious.”

“It’s been a while since I’ve been able to cut a thick steak. Please enjoy it.”

“Don’t you believe in my skills? Sit quietly. I’ll be back soon.”

The target, Haksen, the mercenary leader, sits down while having a friendly conversation with the owner.

Although it has its own rough body movements, Haksen and other mercenaries who come in don’t bother others and sit quietly at the table and chat.

“Mister Haksen! Teach me that sword!”

“Let’s see, did you do a lot of slap practice?”

“Yes! I practiced a lot!”

A village kid comes in with a branch and disturbs the meal, but Haksen doesn’t mind the steak getting cold and teaches him diligently.

“Wielding here will disturb others, so go out and practice. Oh, try a piece of this. It’s delicious.”

The little boy eats the steak Haksen cut and quickly goes out.

Ray and Filia watch everything Haksen does while eating.

“Can a bounty be good?”

“It doesn’t change the fact that a bounty has been placed, for good or evil.”

With a friendly look on her face, Philia glances at Haksen, who is joking with the mercenaries.

For a mercenary who does rough work, he is very kind and the villagers have a crush on him.

He seemed too good a man to die a victim of a political fight.

“Let’s go, there’s no need to stay overnight. We’ll have to start diligently to get to the next town.”

There will be no going to the next town.

Philia stands up from her seat, looks back at Haksen, who is eating with a bright smile, and follows Rai out.