The women I set free are obsessed with me

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"Where did you hide the item? And where did the little one go?"

In Delphine's underground prison, Myra, acting as interrogator, was questioning Karami.

A priest of the Church held a social status higher than most nobles.

The Knight Order didn't want to raise their voice against someone like Myra, and not knowing the details, they had comfortably delegated full authority to her.

"Well, I think I might have dropped it on the way here. I was so terrified by your pursuit that I lost my wits."

"You expect me to believe that?"

"How could I not be scared? I'd be torn to pieces if we collided, wouldn't I?"

"You're exaggerating."

Exaggerating, my ass.

You brought a storm with you!

Whatever, it's pointless trying to understand the mindset of these freaks. It'll only lead to headaches.

Thinking this, Karami slumped in his chair. He sighed, lamenting his life.

"Haa, that was extremely important to me, you know?"

Karami put on his best acting performance. His expression looked as bitter as an emperor who had lost his empire, almost fooling even Myra.

"What in the world about that thing was so important exactly?"

"It was a book that the goblin shaman possessed."

"A goblin shaman's grimoire, huh? Some of them do have such things."

It was both rare and common at the same time.

"But it's not something worth risking your life over, is it?"

A lich might be different, but this was just a goblin. How good could something possessed by a goblin be?

They were often written in hard-to-decipher languages, and even after the trouble of translating, the contents were usually useless. You'd be lucky to get one silver for it if you tried to sell it.

To Myra, Karami seemed like someone who strictly weighed costs and benefits. She couldn't understand why such a person would antagonize the Church over such a trivial item.

"You'd have to ask the person who made it about that."

"The person who made it? The Goblin King? That's not even a person."

"You could say they're similar."

Whether it was the game developers or the Goblin King.

It was all the same, really.

Myra couldn't help but laugh at Karami's brazen attitude.

"By the way, you're really calm. Usually, people who end up here all beg for forgiveness."

"Only those with something to hide do that."

"And you're the one saying that? Slave Reaper Karami."

"How did you find that out?"

No matter how infamous he might be, not everyone in the world could know about a mere slave trader. He might be recognized in places where the slave trade was active, but in a rural area like this, even if you said 'Slave Reaper', people would just ask, 'What's that, you weirdo?'

Myra shrugged as if it wasn't a big deal.

"I did some digging. Heard you did quite a number in Riveria? Something about having a showdown with the head of the Mage Association??"

"The Association Head there was someone just like you. Someone who judges others through their own narrow perspective and acts without thinking things through."

"I said I was sorry about that, didn't I? That's why I'm still talking this out with you. I'm even letting you play dumb. If it were someone else, you'd have a few broken fingers by now."

"I'm grateful."

Really, thank you.

Breaking fingers? With that monstrous strength I saw earlier, even a flick would probably make my head explode like a watermelon.

As this casual interrogation continued, Myra seemed to lose interest and sprawled across the table.

"So, are you really not going to tell me about what you're plotting?"

"Actually, I gave the grimoire to my slave."

"I thought as much. But is it really something that great? Great enough to get caught in her place?"

"It's nothing special. Just a grimoire related to souls."

How does he know that?

Is this the information network of a slave trader?

Talking with Karami raised more questions with every exchange.

"You're being more forthcoming than I expected?"

"My role is to buy time until that child learns the spell written in the book. Once she's done, I will return the grimoire."

"And when do you think that will be?"

"She's capable. It should only take a few days."

Karami's words were laced with unwavering confidence. It was as if he was talking about a cherished daughter rather than a slave.

"Looks like you treat her quite preciously. So why do you kill slaves? Is that your thing?"

"I don't kill them, I set them free. It's more of a hobby than a preference, to be precise."

"You perverted trash."

"…"

Tired of explaining himself to questions he had heard too many times, Karami stopped responding. He had realized long ago that they wouldn't believe him no matter what he said.

He turned his head and gazed out through the iron bars, worried about the young girl who must be alone currently.

Is she doing well?

All he could do was believe she was.

***

In a world where clouds veiled even the moonlight, the lightless room was swallowed by impenetrable darkness.

Much like someone's locked-away heart.

Although Mirabelle could use magic, she made no effort to illuminate the room, let alone light a candle. She simply sat with her face buried in her knees.

How much time had passed since she entered this room?

It was impossible to tell.

Because loneliness tends to blur the passage of time.

Mirabelle was accustomed to loneliness.

She had been alone in the carriage that took her away as a slave, and alone in the iron cage where she was kept until the auction.

From the moment she was abandoned, she had always been alone.

In that cage, during what felt like an eternity, Mirabelle had vowed never to trust anyone again. After all, she had been betrayed by her own flesh and blood.

Yet, loneliness was something one could never truly get used to. Getting used to something and accepting it were two different things.

Even if the person she longed for was a slave trader.

A slave trader.

Slave Reaper Karami.

Karami was an unusual person.

From their first meeting, he had called her by the name she had declared she would abandon, instantly worming his way into her heart. His eccentricity had won her over before she even realized it.

And now, for the master to be imprisoned for the sake of his slave? The thought alone made her want to laugh.

But the biggest reason Mirabelle felt goodwill towards Karami was the soul shackles. As long as they were bound, she wasn't alone.

He had said he wouldn't abandon her if she showed her worth, so if she just did well, she could stay with him forever. She wouldn't have to be abandoned.

Even in death.

That was what Colton had said.

What could that master be doing right now?

He must be enduring terrible torture at the hands of those evil clergy.

Not eating properly.

Not sleeping properly.

She had to rescue him as soon as possible.

Only then would liberation come to her.

Mirabelle opened the grimoire. It was filled with indecipherable words, yet somehow, she could understand the contents just by looking at it.

As if the knowledge was flowing directly into her mind.

Through these fragments of knowledge, Mirabelle could discern Karami's intentions. He had told her to learn the magic written here and come find him.

Divine Punishment.

That was Karami's intention.

To bring divine punishment upon all those who interfered with the noble plan of liberation.

As for Karami himself, he was what you would call an addicted no-life.

In his subconscious thoughts, he would sometimes confuse the game and reality to the point that he occasionally thought things like, 'Isn't walking a dog similar to dragging around a slave?'

Thanks to playing the game, he knew a lot of information.

Because of playing the game, he missed a lot of information.

Even though he was aware that many things had changed now that the game had become reality, he couldn't see through everything.

The same was true for items dropped by monsters.

For example, if the grimoire dropped by the goblin shaman had a 100% chance of being [Soul Grimoire] before, now it could be something like [☆ 57 Pro Tips for Invoking Teacher Go's Soul: Divine Punishment Edition].

What was once considered obvious might not always be so.

Unaware of the details, Mirabelle simply began learning magic at an otherworldly speed to faithfully carry out Karami's orders.

***

How many days had passed since entering the prison?

It hadn't been that long.

The sun had risen twice and set three times, and meals had come eight times, so three days had passed.

The prison treatment was better than expected.

When I first transmigrated and worked at an inn, I slept on straw in a stable, but here I was sleeping on a bed, even if it was a cheap one.

Where else in the world could you find such a comfortable prisoner?

It was all thanks to Myra's accommodations. She seemed to be quite concerned about the incident at the tavern. As expected of a devout believer, she was determined to repay her debt in full.

I didn't refuse since it wasn't bad for me. I wasn't one to turn down favors.

She even said she'd release me soon. It was all thanks to me having a way with words that I'd managed to sweet talk her.

Of course, she said she'd check the grimoire, but by now it didn't matter if it was taken. I'd stalled for enough time. Mirabelle should have learned how to communicate with souls by now.

She's such an excellent child.

Who knows?

She might have mastered the entire grimoire.

My journey with Mirabelle was coming to an end. Though parting was sad, I still had a long way to go. There was no time to hesitate.

Wasn't the next main story slave definitely an elf?

I would be greeted with things I didn't need to hear like, 'You bought an elf?' or 'Are you out of your mind?'

And among elves, she was a low-tier character.

I needed to plan ahead.

That way, things would go smoothly like this time.

At least… that's what I thought at the time.

The problem started after an unidentified earthquake occurred.

At first, I thought it was Myra making noise as she came down to the basement again.

Myra actually did come down. But even with her right in front of me, the tremors didn't stop.

So what's this?

A real earthquake?

Just as I was thinking that, Myra's face turned pale as she spoke in a fluster.

"That kid, wasn't she just an ordinary mage?"

"She is, but why do you ask?"

"Because! She's causing nothing but chaos outside!"

Had Mirabelle's cuteness overflowed and exploded?

If only it had been something like that.

When I went outside with Myra, thunder and lightning were crashing down from the blue sky, and at the center of it all was Mirabelle.

Mirabelle smiled brightly upon seeing me.

"I came to save you, Master."

As she said this, Mirabelle's status changed.

[Mirabelle, the Abandoned Witch]>[Hand of the Death God: Mirabelle, the Witch of Judgment]