Wortenia Senki

Melissa and the slaves dressed up in some tiny outfits.

That said, I haven't taken a bath or anything in years, and I haven't taken care of my hair, so my hair stretched all I wanted to stretch is twisted around and I feel like a dough.

In other words, it's no different than a floater sitting in an alley.

It can also be said that the new clothes handed out now, on the contrary, have made their dirt stand out.

"Well... dinner first for now... bath is... tough on this number of people... no... but this outfit is a bit"

Ryo True mourning could also be taken for granted.

A group of slaves who stand up with a vain eye before him. Anyway, there are 320 of them.

Clothes and meals are still, whatever, but the bath is tough on boulders.

Shared baths for the general population exist throughout the city, but no matter if one is two, as many as 320 people are unacceptable to boulders.

First, no matter how much money you pay if it is thinly dirty by now, it is probably likely that you will be refused use.

The sight of ordinary people in one place rushing out comes to my attention.

That's why you won't be able to rent a bathhouse first either.

Of course, it is possible to push through impossibility if you wear an identity called aristocracy, but Ipilos is the territory of the Earl of Salzberg.

Pushing a sidecar in someone else's territory could not be described as a wise decision.

"Let me get you a meal first. Because I'm preparing warm things... baths are right, it's best to boil water and wipe it... this number of people in the city on boulders will taste bad."

Following Laura's words, Ryo Jin nodded toward the Lionets.

"Ok...... rione! Get started!

There are many things to do.

"Look! You guys! Line up here!

Following Rione's words, the children form rows in five places.

It's not a very agile behavior, but they follow what this one says.

Bewildered, children moving while watching the complexion around them.

I guess they're still scared of the whip pain. Even if he doesn't obey, Ryo doesn't think about threatening him with a whip, but such thoughts can't be passed on to them who are slaves.

Even following Laura's words and changing clothes, their eyes were still far from human willing eyes.

"Look! Because it's hot. Eat carefully!

Melissa couldn't believe what Rio said. A soup of hot air was poured into the bowl in front of me, even if it was handed to me.

A bowl as large as a bowl, deep as the bottom, is poured with plenty of soup and utensils.

Carrots, onions, potatoes, and meat. Probably cut the beef into 1 cm squares and simmered it.

Even civilians are more luxurious than they can eat on a daily basis.

Most civilians have most of the onion and corn soup.

Adding meat to several types of vegetables is about the time of special celebration.

At least, the soup in front of Melissa, who lived in a poor fishing village, looked like a very luxurious dish.

(What is this...? Why such a luxury......)

Melissa could not believe the enthusiasm she felt from the

All I can say is that her diet these past few years, when she became a slave and kept waiting for the buyer, has been tragic.

The meal is only served twice a day, morning and night.

The soup that is poured into the flat plate is only slightly flavored because the stock, "Dashi", and so on are not taken.

Moreover, there is no such thing as a large amount of product that has been made and there is no hot air. It's like cold water.

And the bread that became hard on the kachikachi many days after it was baked to accompany it.

You can't chew it off as it is, soak it in soup and soften it up.

Even the lowest class of civilians were eating something a little better. You can even mouth meat several times a year. So much so that the slave diet is poor and terrible.

That's why I can't believe the reality in front of me.

Behind Melissa's brain comes memories from before she became a forgotten slave.

(warm... yes... like the soup your mother made for me...)

Even poor, Melissa's mother served warm soup to the table at all times.

Of course, it's a meal for poor civilians.

The utensils did not contain large items. It just contains a few vegetables. You should put meat and fish in your mouth a few times a year.

Still, my mother's soup was the best treat for Melissa.

Always a hot, heartwarming flavor...

"Hot!"

Next to Melissa, who was staring in the jaw, a surprising word echoed from the boy's mouth.

With it, his bamboo falls to the ground and the soup inside soaks into the ground.

Seeing you keep your mouth down with your hands, you probably couldn't bear it and put the soup in your mouth without checking your husband's will.

The colors of fright appear on the faces of the children around them.

It's the same thing for them to give up their lives to eat without their husbands' permission. Not to mention if you've zeroed in luxurious soup in the future...

The children sitting around quickly left beside the squatting child.

I guess this is also the sacrifice of slaves. When you're beside a fellow whipped, you can't even predict what kind of a whip will come down on you. It's easy to despise it as preservation, but humans are like that.

So the surrounding children prayed to God in their hearts that when the silver-haired girl came running over to him, it would just be over.

Without even knowing that prediction would be betrayed...

"Are you okay? Are you burned?

Gentle and serene voice.

A boy who was ready for his anger looked up to the Lord of his fearful voice.

"Are you sure you're okay? You don't have any soup on your legs or anything?

Sarah said so, grabbing a flipped bamboo on the ground.

Hot air rises from the edge of the bowl.

All the contents of the brilliantly flipped jaws of things were smashed to the ground, scattering the smell of stirring appetite all around them.

"Yeah... it's like burns are the only thing on your mouth for now... because you eat in a hurry, right? We need to be careful... right?

The boy gave Sarah a surprise look at her words.

I understood that her words were purely worrying about her body.

That was the same with the other kids staring around at what was happening.

"Yeah...... now you eat with caution?... and... Huh?! Wait! Wait, wait, wait!

His soup has already been sucked into the ground and it's impossible to eat it into boulders.

So Sarah told me to get a new soup, but the boy didn't take it that way, apparently. When he kneels on the spot without hesitation, he gathers soiled vegetables and meat.

If Sarah hadn't stopped, he must have put earthy utensils in his mouth without getting lost.

"You're not... yeah... there! The red-haired woman over there told me to get another soup and eat."

Sarah was quite upset because she saw too much unexpected behavior, but desperately pointed to Rione.

To her words the boy turns to a mixed gaze of anxiety and suspicion. That eye was telling the whole story of their past.

Sarah raised her voice so that it could be heard around her, trying to shake off their anxiety like that.

"Because it's okay. Hey, good? You don't have to eat what you dropped! We all have our share! Okay? Now we're gonna eat slowly with caution, okay?

Encouraged by Sarah's words, they utter their mouths to the fearlessly impatient.

I seem to have understood only the good things about eating at least.

"Phew... I wonder if you're really okay..."

She understands Ryo's true heart.

Warm meals and new clothes are never just good intentions.

Making people willing. That's nothing more than a reminder of greed.

To food, to what to wear, to where to live.

Compared to others, I understand my situation and hate the difference. That's why people are upbeat and strive.

Greed is the strongest thing that drives people to act. Because there is greed, men seek and thirst.

But slaves don't have it.

Naturally, too. What lies at their root is giving up. A reality that I assumed I couldn't change.

There's no point in being given up that you'll never get it, no matter how many conditions you offer.

If you don't get it from the beginning, you're giving up.

But that just changes to remind me of one thing.

That we are human beings. Remind them that they are creatures willing to move forward.

Of course, I can't remind you right now. Their despair is not sweet enough to be dealt with immediately on this occasion now.

They are fundamentally different from the Malfist sisters. Their sisters, though war slaves, were proud of their lineage. There was a place for my heart.

Therefore, Liang Zhen is planning to educate them in a period of six months.

That's the respite it gave them.

In the meantime, it would be good if they regained their will and greed as people. But if I can't get it back...

(I wonder what the hell you're going to do...)

Honestly, no one knows the answer right now.

Because Liang Zhen doesn't even have a clear answer himself.

Having thought that far, Sarah stops thinking and looks around.

Everyone was stuffing soup and bread into their mouths like they were greedy.

Except that they are silent, it can also be described as just a vibrant sight.

There was already a long line of snakes in front of the pan to get a replacement.

At least they must have had a delicious meal and remembered the joy of eating.

(Apparently... First things first...)

I guess Laura, who was talking to the kids a little further away, thought the same thing. You felt my sister Sarah's gaze, she snorted silently.

I gave him candy first. Starting tomorrow, it's Whip's turn.

That's harsh training by Rione, Bolts and Red Limb mercenaries.

Initially, it improves basic health and gradually teaches combat skills.

Spears and swords as the main focus, how to ride a horse, how to fight with bare hands.

For a month, they will be treated thoroughly. After that, mastery of magic while working out your body.

And in the last month they go through a real fight.

Ryo, you don't need a warrior who can't really fight.

Only children who have killed people, killed the monster Monster, and so exchanged their lives can gain their freedom.

If you can't do that, all you're waiting for is the path of a fugitive slave or death.

What Ryo Michizawa desires, it is only the strong.

In this harsh earth Earth world, the idea of saying that we are all equal, or the relief of the weak, could only be harmful.

We can't afford to help people who can't work hard or are unwilling to live.

I can help you get stronger. But it depends on the will of the individual to be strong.

Whether the children will die as weak or be reborn as strong......

No one knew about it.