I Kinda Came to Another World, but Where's the Way Home?

Well, I came back to the inn, but Mr. Ayla didn't say anything when she saw Lulu I brought in. He just had a slightly disappointed look at me, but I guess it's hard to accept being a slave from people in this world.

Nevertheless, you're lucky you don't have to pay for Lulu's stay to use the room I'm renting. I had to pay for the food.

Go up the stairs and reach my room. I opened the door and welcomed Lulu inside. She hasn't spoken to me since, but she feels more frightened than honest. Why not? Well, as a slave, I'm the master, and there's no better chance of being abused than normal people, is it natural to be scared?

"Well, Lulu. You're going to be my slave now."

"............ Yes"

"First, I have a promise I want you to keep."

Yes, I have a rule in mind when it comes to buying slaves. That means you don't have to spend time as a slave. I want you to tell me you don't like bad things, and I want you to spend your time with the same standard of living as I do where you eat and sleep. Because that's just the name.

Besides, I'm not going to order assaults or night games that are common in young children, even for me. I'm going to live with you, and I don't want you to hate me.

"Promise…"

"Yes, you don't have to obey my orders. Basically, I want you to listen to me, but you don't have to do what Lulu thought you didn't like, teach me what I can't do, and I'm not going to let you do what I can't do."

"... eh...?

I'll see you with an anxious look, Lulu. He's kind of a silent kid, and he looks like he's dying because his eyes don't have vitality. My hair just stretched out and it feels unmade, my skin is white in a bad way and thin enough that it doesn't look like it has meat on it. Don't you have to be a metaphor to die, this girl?

Nevertheless, I need you to follow the rules.

"Okay?"

"... yes, my lord"

"How to call it that, put on your maid's clothes and then say"

"Oh... sorry, I'm sorry..."

"Oh, I'm sorry, that's not what I meant, but you see, your husband calls you a maid, and you can't give in there, because Lulu's attribute is more of a dog-eared daughter than a maid. No, I do think it's a very high point to be a young lady in maid clothes in addition to a dog ear, but now it's a learning run - no, is this good...? It's a cute sleeve even if you don't want to, and it's cute from some big friends that you're a toddler in shabby clothes...?

"Mr. Tight! It's out of the question! You're making me sick!

Whoa, I can't help but think about adoration because it's fun no matter how many years it takes. I can't believe when I used to go to the library, it was essential to my sexual knowledge because there were adorable comics and horny novels that someone left behind.

But Lulu, you look so confused, I'll stop. That's what Finia paid attention to.

"Anyway, Lulu's going to live with me from now on, 'cause it's enough for you to talk to me every now and then"

"... ok"

"Yeah, let's have dinner for now, it's time for dinner. Come on, Lulu."

"... Yes"

We're done talking, so I'll pull Lulu's hand for dinner. I wonder why this kid puts a little time just before words...... well I hope he opens his mind a little bit within spending time with me. Finia's here, too, and let's try harder.

Down the stairs, I smelled a meal. Looks like Mr. Eira's husband is on the board, and he's cooking a meal by himself.

"Yes, sir."

"Thank you, Mr. Eira."

"I didn't think you'd buy slaves."

'Cause I needed it, and I'm not gonna make it look bad.'

"Naturally, if you want to abuse that child... it doesn't matter if you know him, I'll stick him out to the knight."

After all, Mr. Eira is a sweet man. I can't do this without being kind enough to think of Lulu, who I first met today. I'm glad you chose this inn. I'm good with Leishe, I'm good with Mr. Eira, it's just good people.

Aside from that, today's rice is vegetable soup with hamburgers of bread and warcraft meat. After another week, I got used to warcraft meat. Put your hands together, say you'll have it smaller, then put your hands on the soup. Yeah, yummy.

"... hmm?

"What's going on? You're not hungry?

"... no"

If you look at it, Lulu doesn't have a hand in cooking at all. I guess that's not even what I'm saying because I'm staring at you if you don't like it. Watching the flickering and me.

Maybe you're waiting for me to finish eating? Or do you want to eat without my permission? How dare you, slave guts. This girl.

"You can eat, because from today on, you'll live the same life as me, so I won't hesitate."

Having said that, I hesitated slightly but stuck with Hamburg. It looks deliciously cheeky and has a characteristic sauce on the mouth. I don't know if it's been a long time since I've had a meal, or if it's been a long time since I've had a decent dish, but it's soothing to watch you eat it looking delicious. Soothing soothing.

"Keho... Keho...!

And I thought, "Lulu." Maybe your stomach surprised you because all of a sudden you ate a solid dish?

"You don't have to eat so much, you'll be fine."

"... mundane..."

He nodded at my words and started eating slowly. Yeah, yeah, you kind of feel like you've got kids, dog ears growing.

But, well, when it comes to eating, it turns out we're okay with the same thing as humans, and let's just say it's good. Prettier than anything. I'm going to have to think a lot about this, and I'm going to have to add some meat to Lulu's clothes and thin, thin body. And then... we need to empower them to fight. Being with me means you could be confronting someone that strong.

To try it, let's see what Lulu's status is right now.

◇ Status ◇

Name: Lulu Soleil

Gender: Female LV 1 "Weakness"

Muscle Strength: 80/150

Health: 40/100

Resistance: 10/50

Agility: 50/190

Magic Power: 100

Title: 'Slave'

Skills: None

Unique Skills:????

PT Members: ◎ Knife Orange Sound, Finia (Fairy)

◇

Apparently he doesn't have the skills, but he's debilitated and all stats are much lower than his underlying abilities. In other words, "debilitation" also goes into abnormality.

But what surprised me more than that was the high level of basic ability. Because you're an Orc, or if you're debilitated now, but in perfect condition, you have a higher status than me. Having the status to this point in level 1 condition may have been a good purchase.

No, but I'm better at resistance. I was 100 at level 1. No, it's nothing to be sorry about because you're losing to a Level 1 kid, yeah. 'Cause I'm good as long as I'm tolerant, right? You don't want offense? I have no regrets at all.

"Kepu......"

"Was it delicious?

"... yeah"

"That's good"

I'll see Lulu finish eating, and I'll wipe your mouth with a cloth towel provided for the table. I'm tickling it off, but it also looks like I've regained my vitality because I ate dinner or because I looked like I was dead.

"All right, shall we go back to your room and take your time today? Lulu needs a break."

"... Yes, thank you"

"Mr. Tight! I'd love some meat too!

"I thought so and left a shard behind. Here."

"Wow! Muggle..."

Finia has been looking at me for dinner lately and seems to envy me a lot, so when I try to give it a try, it looks delicious, so I always share my meals with her in this way. It's a small size, so it's a shard, and it's fuel efficient.

Return the finished plate to the return mouth and go up the stairs. Pulling Lulu's hand, he climbs up honestly.

Come on in.

"... Yes"

It was me trying to figure out what to do tomorrow while I put Lulu in my room. But well, Finia doesn't seem to feel bad about Lulu either, and Lulu seems confused, but she seems to be able to do something about it.

"Well... you're tired today"

"Right! 'Cause I trained you to go guild and go buy Lulu!

That's why I'm going to bed.

"It's early!? You get fat when you eat dinner and sleep right away!

"Good night."

"Ha, you're not listening!

Lulu is out of hand, so he approached me when I told him to come. I caressed that head gently because I was leaning over you wondering if you were going to be angry about anything. I shook my shoulder like a surprise, but I smile because I narrow my eyes to make you feel good when I stroke you for a while.

Then I put Finia and Lulu to bed on both sides because they were getting really sleepy and slept in small letters. I'm small, Finia's a mini size, and Lulu's a kid, so it wasn't in small letters, though.

Well, for now, good night.

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The time is late at night.

While my husbands were completely asleep, I was awake lying similarly in my husband's sleeping bed. Rising unnoticed, he looks down at his master, keeping his beastman's unique night eye alive.

"... why, this man..."

I doubted it.

I was put in a cage in a shop run by a slave trader until only a few hours ago. It was made into a commodity as a slave. Dressed in worn out dirty clothes, the food served is also about bread and lightly flavoured vegetable soup. If I noticed, my arms and legs were thin and I lived a life of hunger and loneliness every day.

But there was a change in that life today. There were people who bought themselves.

……

The man pulled himself out of the cage. But the grown man, who was sold as the same slave, says, 'Where I was bought, I cannot live a busy life'. Slaves are the beings that are originally used by their masters, the ones that are commonplace to be abused. So I was prepared for that, too.

So here's what I thought when I saw my husband.

"Oh, this is the one who abuses me"

If a slave is bought, a 'slave collar' is worn. If it is attached, the slave is completely forbidden to defy his master. If you disobey, the collar will be tightened. So when my husband was being given that collar by a slaver, I figured.

But I got to be confused all the way from here.

My husband, sleeping in front of me, has put on the clothes he was wearing instead of wearing a collar. I don't even show such a bare gesture when I think about wearing a collar. When asked his name and answered, he was praised for being a good name.

And the most surprising thing is that they held hands. Normally, not many masters touch slaves. I heard he was a terrible husband and sometimes bought slaves to try out new weapons, so being gently drawn was a bewildering reality for me.

And when I wondered if he had been brought to the inn where his master lived, I said even more surprising words.

'Yes, you don't have to obey my orders. Basically, I want you to listen, but you don't have to do what Lulu thought you didn't like, teach me what I can't do, and I'm not going to let you do what I can't do. "

'... eh...?

For a moment, I thought I heard you wrong. You don't have to listen to orders, because I didn't think you'd say what a word to a slave. Then I wondered why I had been bought, and if I had not been ordered, I wondered if it would not be worthwhile for me to exist.

But I accepted if that was an order, and when I called him 'Master', he got angry. I didn't really know what the maid was like or what her dog ear daughter was like, but I decided in my heart not to call her if my husband was angry. I don't know what it would look like if I bought my husband's anger.

So when I tried to name my husband, I realized that I hadn't heard his name yet. I can't call you that. But when I thought it might also be rude to ask my name, I got naturally silent.

My husband then acted even more surprisingly. My husband pulled my hand again, telling me to grab a meal, and I went down the stairs. When I got to the table, the same meal was placed before my husband and me. At this point I am baffled.

I wonder why my husband and I are given the same meal. I wonder why they're sitting at the same table as my husband. I thought so.

But I'm a slave. I'm not allowed to eat before my husband. The meal in front of me was giving off a very tasty smell, inviting hunger but patient. I'm good at patience, every day, because that's how I've lived.

"You can eat, from today on you'll live the same life as me, so don't hesitate."

But my husband said that to me. I said you can eat. I wondered why this guy would be so nice to me as a slave, but it was already the limit of my hunger and I would have reached for a meal if I had noticed.

I thought I could die already because of the flavour of the dishes that spread through my mouth and the sense of being filled that I felt long before I knew what time it was. I lost momentum, but my husband wiped my mouth with a smile. He told me to fall and eat, and I ate slowly from it, but my husband didn't snatch a meal on the way, like that slave trader.

After eating, he asked me if it was delicious, and I replied and thanked him for saying I was ha-ha-ha and it was delicious. I'm a slave, so I have to give you a minute. He's been so nice to me, but it's night. Maybe I can order night games. I don't have that experience, but if I was bought as a slave, I'd have to respond to it.

I was a little scared inside, but my husband pulled me up the stairs and I went back to my room.

My husband called me when I was softly wondering when I could be ordained. When I was leaning down wondering if I was finally here, I was stroked in the head. I didn't know what you meant, I was confused, but the gentle handling felt good and I could stroke it for a while, but it stayed.

Then my husband put me to sleep next to myself, and I fell asleep doing nothing, to this day.

"Why..."

My husband sleeps defenselessly like this, without a collar attached. Now you can kill your husband, and you can run away. Because there is no more enforceable subordination agreement between me and my husband than there is no collar attached.

Yet why is this man sleeping defenseless like this? I have no idea that.

……

I looked at the door and thought I'd run away.

But I see my sleeping husband, and I dismiss that idea. There's no way for me to live after where I ran away. Besides, that's what I wanted to know about how this guy would be nice to me and treat slaves like family.

So...

"Good night......"

I thought it would be a good idea to follow this master.