「No, I came up with the idea and our chefs did their best to make it.」
Hmmmm, it’s like the play we saw today.
The barbarians were delighted when they were served with cuisine from another world.
For now, why don’t I ask for that margherita? I like its beautiful white, red, and green color.
「May I order this one?」
「As you wish.」
The maid at his side bowed and went to the kitchen.
She’s wearing some pretty fancy clothes, doesn’t she?
「That dress」
「Yeah?」
「Do you like that kind of thing?」
「Well, I like it but it’s not that I’m obsessed with it.」
「Would you like me to wear it for you sometime?」
「Eh? Ah, no…hahaha」
「What’s wrong? Didn’t you say you like it?」
「No, the size is….」
「May I order this one?」
He turned his gaze to my chest as he said those words.
The corners of my mouth loosen.
It looks like I made the right call…..Mion.
When we left the shop, it was already evening.
A town carriage was already waiting in front of the shop and armed women in matching blazers were hanging around it.
「Greetings, master.」
「Ah, thanks for your hard work.」
A scalekin woman bowed to him. It looks like she’s a private soldier of his family’s company.
She’s a quite well-built slave.
Especially that centaur over there.
Like her horse part, her human part is compact and full of muscles.
I wonder how they train them.
「Are they part of your family’s private army?」
「No, they are my adventurer slaves. However, in times like this, I ask them to guard me.」
「Adventurer? This girl here is like a sergeant in the army.」
「She was part of the regular army before.」
The scalekin girl quickly took her hat off and saluted.
I see. If you just take the effort of curing them, you’ll get a bargain in buying slaves.
「Are you planning on building an army out of slaves?」
「No. I have them collect magic crystals. We are a merchant family after all.」
「Ah, I see.」
If that is the case, won’t their hard training be in vain?
I playfully let off a slight bloodlust.
Without hesitation, the scalekin girl got between me and Sawadi and became a wall.
In the distance, the centaur has already turned into a javelin wielding oni and is squeezing her muscles like a bow.
Looking at the others closely, I can see the red-haired fishkin has drawn her sword and is hiding it on her back and even most of the other slaves are already holding their weapons.
They are well disciplined, aren’t they?
「You are well trained, aren’t you?」
I put my hand on the scalekin’s shoulder.
The depths of her golden eyes have no plan on letting her guard down and she’s prepared to die at any moment.