Miniature Garden Chemister

I was walking down the street a little deeper in the market. This is the "Engagement Contract Office with Cursed Slaves" … commonly known as the "Cursed Slaves Market", a street with many vendors specializing in cursed slaves. There are different ways to sell it, some people are put in cages like storekeepers, others usually sit with the store owner.

Also... the curse slave caught information in his ear that he was selling outside of this street. When I was walking down this street, I happened to pick up people talking with my ears. Anything, there seems to be a place called the Curse Slave Trading Mall, which has better grade curse slaves than here. Mostly, nobles buy it.

"But... curse slaves, there's a lot of them"

Walk down the long streets there and I look back on the way I came.

I was going to see the market… but it was selling considerably, cheaper than I thought. The cheap curse slave is injured and so on and has 7 gold coins. I don't know because there is no cap after that, but on average, is it about 20 pieces of gold coin? It only pays 4 months… so people can buy it. No, a five-year contract to be exact.

In Japan, people's lives are not exchanged this way, even if they are five years old. Though a cursed slave, buying someone named after a slave… there is still resistance to contracting.

What shall I do?

For once, there are 10 pieces of money in gold. If you want to sign a contract… a cheap curse slave can sign a contract. But make a deal with a cursed slave. Am I to tie that person up in the name of a contract?

What was my… identity as Hinami Nanki as a Japanese? Helping flowers? Making it easier for your parents? Making money? Not to die? Living...?

No.

I've taken care of "smiling."

So what do you need to do for that...?

Covered life.

Friend of mine.

Delicious rice.

A healthy body that doesn't get sick.

Time to immerse yourself in your hobby.

No.

What makes me smile is that the flowers... my family is alive safely...

That the flowers will live their lives dearly, that God has helped them.

For that reason, “I give back to God who saved me” is... my identity now.

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"Hinami!

"Lord Hinami!

First, take a deep breath. From now on, I “make a pact with a cursed slave".

I kept my resolve in my chest… I tried to step back into the cursed slave market, and I heard voices from behind. Clear soprano voice and low heavy pressure voice.

I don't feel that my resolve has shaken slightly now, but I am a little happy with the voice I have heard, and my anxiety disappeared slightly from my chest.

"Mr. Alfred, Mr. Clef...!

Why are you here? At the same time, I look at the two of them dressed up and realize that they were at work, both dressed in well-made knightly clothes. Would you look around...? No, if you look around, wouldn't someone like the soldier who spoke to me earlier do it?

"Why are you in the Curse Slave Market? What's wrong with Shea?

"Uh, he said he had an emergency."

"Even though you have Hinami, it's urgent? … well, that's him."

…

Mr. Alfred sighs about something that comes to mind. Behind that, Mr. Clef also looked in trouble. What the hell is it? That guy...? You noticed me with the question mark, Mr. Alfred told me he was "my fiancée".

Oh, my God, Shea said she has a fiancée...! No, well... would a nobleman be like that? I don't have a boyfriend in Japan and I just worked... Does that mean Shea went to see her fiancée? Yeah, well, then we'll just have to rush it.

"I'm sorry, Hinami. My fiancée's a duke... and Shea can't say no strongly."

"What! Aren't you glad you went?

"I don't know. I... hate him."

That, is this the extreme Cisco guy? It's a good idea, isn't it? Mr. Alfred, maybe you're more seriously ill than me.

It's Shea who's more worried than that. I don't know what kind of fiancée you are... but I don't like it if you were using your status as Duke, not compassion, to summon Shea.... Next time let's just ask. Because we're friends...!

"Maybe Lord Hinami was going home alone? I thought Shea was with me and I didn't make the arrangements to go home... sorry."

"Ah, no...! Don't worry about that!

"It's not something a child would shy away from. Or did Lord Hinami live alone in the woods? There's no reason to go home...?

"No, no, I can't go home at all! Ah…"

The truth came out unexpectedly. Embarrassing... Mr. Clef laughed and apologized, "I'm sorry my child forced me to follow you". And seriously, he looked at me like he was observing me, and he also seemed to guess why I was here. That you're trying to buy slaves for your escort because you can't go home.

I kind of felt like I was doing something I shouldn't, and I shamefully dropped my gaze down and turned away. He's kind of like a kid whose parents have seen something they shouldn't.

Mr. Clef stroked me and said "I'm fine".

"Sure, a lot of people make contracts with cursed slaves to escorts. Rather, it's obvious. The quilt you're wearing on Shea is also a curse slave for the escort."

"What... Really?

"Oh. Well, the average class can be pricey and barely contract, but many nobles and adventurers do"

Somehow, when I heard it in the guild, I couldn't believe it, but I was convinced that Mr. Clef would tell me. I wonder if this is the one called the Knight Piercing...?

I mean, Quilt, you were a curse slave. I had no idea… indeed, I didn't pinch my mouth on Shea and me. I thought you were an obedient entourage… a targeted person.

"I'm a knight. I can tell at a glance that Lord Hinami is not fit for battle."

"Ah... right"

"In the future, if you want to keep living in the woods and come and go with the city, you should have an escort. Or I think it would be nice to live in the city. Lord Hinami is still a child... less dangerous than the woods."

Don't tell me that while I saw an arm with a bit of no muscle of my own, I thought you might soon find out even if you weren't a knight.

I can't... my living environment is the key point. But you can't abandon that house. Because God gave me my house. Besides, I have an attachment that I have lived in for 2 years. Comfortable in addition, pretty. And then if you have ingredients, you have no complaints.

"Uh... I want a house in the city, too... but I can't let it go because the house I'm living in is important."

"I see. Then it would be safer to keep a contract with a cursed slave as an escort. Going through the woods alone is tough."

"Right. Thanks for the advice."

I felt that Mr. Clef's kind words were somewhat less like guilt trying to make a contract with a cursed slave. Like your father, it's kind of warm and embarrassing.

"Hinami... you, can't you fight? I thought he was amazing because he lives alone in a lost forest..."

"Mr. Alfred... what do you think I am? Sure, I live in the woods... but I'm a normal girl."

"Uh... speaking of which, you were also afraid of Strain"

"Shiuran...?

"It's my dragon."

A fashionable name I've never heard of… and thoughts. Apparently it was the dragon I rode before I got here. It's the name Strain... I think I kind of lost my name to the dragon, huh? Yeah, it's my fault.

"I'll take Hinami to the house in Strain."

"What...!

Alfred's offer is supposed to be delightful. Seeing me with a delicate expression, whether I was happy or in trouble, Mr. Alfred laughed.

"Oh, I can't ride because I'm afraid of Strain..."

"Ugh..."

I can't argue with it because it drips like trouble and you're absolutely right. No, give me a ride. I want to go home now...! And I want to go home to the woods. So calm down and when you get your points, come back to the city and sell your recovery pills (potions) and buy a house...!

Hmm?

That one.

Suppose you sent me home.

How am I supposed to get to the city next...?

"Here, Al. Be nice to women?

"I know... it's a joke, Hinami. I'm sorry."

Mr. Clef scolded Mr. Alfred and followed me to the point where I was having trouble conceiving. Mr. Alfred nodded honestly at it too and apologized to me. That's noble... normally a boy of this age would not be so polite...!

"On second thought, I… I can't come to the city either by myself if you send me home…"

"" Ah...!

Apparently neither of us thought how far, and the loose voices in between overlapped. That's right, parent and child, it's the perfect hammer. Alfred looks at me as he troubles me with his troubled face.

"You can send it today, but you just can't pick it up, can you?

"No, no, no, I know that...!

"But because Shea likes Hinami, it's pathetic to never see her again."

I feel like Mr. Alfred's really bothered me.

But... it makes me happy that you recognize me as Shea's friend. But then... we need slaves to get to the city... I turn my gaze only to the slave market for a moment. I am a little uncomfortable seeing the two of them.

Oh... what shall I do? Really, buy a slave...?

"Right, Hinami. What about going home?

"Ah... no, with a cursed slave... I'll make a contract and have him escort me. Honestly, I'm a little afraid of dragons."

"Really? That would be good for Lord Hinami."

Turning down Mr. Alfred's very grateful offer, I am determined to make a contract with a cursed slave. The fact that Mr Clev agrees with me is one reason. If I bought a spell slave, it would be seen with contemptuous eyes or what about being human… I think it plucked those anxieties. But it's actually a “contract” rather than a "buy," so it's like a part-time job in Japan... no, it's not.

It's okay, I don't become a person who treats cursed slaves like slaves... like abandoned pawns. People who use people like things don't...

Yeah, I'm fine. Because the cursed slave of this world is not the same as the slave who was on Earth.

"And it's time to go back. Lord Hinami, I'm sorry I couldn't entertain you too much. If you ever come back, come visit me."

"Yes. Thank you very much, Mr. Clef."

"Tell me if you have any problems. Hinami is Shea's benefactor and friend, so I can help you."

"Mr. Alfred... thank you very much."

Greet the two and drop them off after leaving the market.

Kind, Shea's family I was starting in this world.

But it's true, I'm glad the first person I met was a kind person...! But yeah. You get nervous because you're unfamiliar with nobility and all that. I wonder what the rest... yes, the way you talk. Kind of irreversible...? You mean you're going to get distracted, or something. Well, the Japanese can't get out strong enough. I have no choice...! Probably.

Well...

Be brave again and step into the Curse Slave Market,.

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"Um... I'd like to make a deal with a cursed slave."

"Hmm? Miss, is that it?

"Yes......"

I walked down the street another week and spoke to one cursed slaver. All the cursed slaves were put in cages, and I never thought they were well-treated cursed slavers. But my hand has 10 gold coins. If I go home and sell recovery pills (potions), will I be able to pay for them? I can't help it because it's a means of going home. In other cursed slavers who seem to be treated a little better, I honestly can't do it with 10 gold coins.

The curse slaver here I chose has 5 gold coins below… 23 contract prices in gold coins above. A little cheaper compared to other curse slavers. For that matter... he is injured or has no hegemony at all for a cursed slave.

"What kind of curse slave are you for? Is the lady... a little over 10? Or is sex curse slavery too early! Haha!"

"……… I am 15 years old"

"What! Seriously. I'm sorry, but I apologize for the flying sex curse slave..."

"No! What I want is an escort!

How snappy is this dad...!

My uncle, a well-groomed cursed slaver, smiles slightly at me. Even cursed slavers are positive...

And the sexual curse slaves I've recommended... ugh, I figured that means some people buy curse slaves for that (...) purpose. It's a bit of a hurdle for me without experience. I'll leave it to you not to ask.

"Just kidding! Don't be so angry, lady! If you're an escort, you don't have to have arms there. How about this guy, this guy... and then this guy?

"Mmmm..."

Saying so, my uncle pointed to three cursed slaves in a cage.

The first is... a man who looks like he's in his late teens. The blue hair is stretched out to the shoulder and blurred. His face is neat, probably the handsome one there. I feel like I'm staring at this one... The price is 20 gold coins.

The second is... the Beast Man? It's a boy with cat ears. It looks probably the same age as me or a little below that... The ears growing from the shorter hair seem brown and very comfortable to touch. He's still a boy, so it might stick better that he's cute. I just... don't have my left arm. For this reason, the price is 5 gold coins.

The third... this is another good-looking man. The first one looked good, but this one looked good with a thin line like Janice. Light yellow-green hair with an unconstructively stretched pigment had split eyes to the right and a long forehead completely hidden the left eye. You don't have the strength, those eyes don't know where you're looking. What's the price... 9 gold coins?

That... isn't the third person cheap?

I have a proper arm... and I don't see any injuries. Besides, it doesn't look bad either. No, wouldn't it rather fall into the good category...?

Well... what should I do?

Before me, three cursed slaves in cages. My throbbing chest from nervousness, like tinnitus, dominates me and goes. I can't believe I chose to make contracts with people. You can't imagine it from your previous life.

But I've decided to live in this world.

I firmly turned my attention to the three cursed slaves.