Netherworld.

A human-inhabited kingdom of Berukus.

This country, which has long been known as the Imperial Capital of the Demon Guide, is somewhat very different from the surrounding countries.

Force, economic power, accumulated majestic history, and the most advanced magic.

It is considered to be the most historically related country among the twelve kingdoms of Simiria, Beria, Landaio, Landoguliz, Valkis, and Vekna.

There is a dim and depressed place that is completely different from the beautiful and clean streets.

The people gathered there were dirty, and the air was muddy.

Most of them were slaves, or rather commodities that were about to be sold into slavery.

Some of the lucky ones may be bought to become servants of rich families, and the unlucky ones may be turned into prostitutes.

Sometimes, it's not you who chooses your fate, but another rich and powerful person.

He can even decide your life and death.

The weak can only compromise, and the end of resistance may be beaten to death and lose their lives.

There is a class in any kingdom.

With the king as the king, it is roughly divided into nobles, commoners, and slaves......

It's something that basically doesn't change, and the buying class requires a lot of money.

From slaves to commoners, from commoners to nobles, it takes a miracle to change.

The twelve kingdoms submitted to the Lord of the Netherworld, causing the prestige of the kingdoms to drop to a very low level.

Many people who don't know the truth will choose to question it, but after all, this is a matter decided by the king who stands at the top of the kingdom.

It's not their turn to question at all, at most they think about it in their hearts.

In fact, for them, everything has not changed much.

It is only above the king that a new class has appeared, the Lord of the Netherworld.

For nobles, commoners, and slaves.

Nothing has changed.

They are still living their old ways.

Truth be told, most of them hadn't even seen the Lord of the Netherworld.

I only know that he is the boss of this world, and many races, including the entire human kingdom, have surrendered to him, so he should be very powerful, right?

Anyway, as long as it doesn't disturb their lives, whoever is the king of this world can do it.

Something dark that is invisible to the naked eye begins to grow.

At least in the past, the slave trade would be carried out very covertly, and it would not be so openly transported directly to the door of the slave trading house with a magic guide transporter, and the points would be counted at the door.

That's too bold, isn't it?

No one watched, didn't even look at it more.

They're used to it.

Slaves aspire to live a plebeian life, and commoners dream of becoming nobles.

Commoners don't care about the aristocracy.

Because they simply can't afford to mess with them.

It's none of your business, just choose to ignore it.

The slaves ate moldy food every day, with hope for tomorrow.

Finally, the moment to decide their fate is coming.

Today they will be auctioned off as commodities and then bought, and from then on they will become someone else's life.

What they are looking forward to now is to meet a good master.

It doesn't matter if they can be fed and let them do as much work as they want.

It's been a long time and I haven't felt full.

Even if they eat moldy food, they are always hungry.

And rightfully so.

Slave traders don't waste their money on their food.

Before the auction, they will be bathed, groomed, and changed into more decent clothes.

So that buyers will be willing to pay a high price.

Of course, the fate of being bought at a high price must also be the saddest.

No one would pay a fortune for a servant to be a coolie, would they?

Everything that should have been like this happened, but there was an accident.

Just as the chief steward of the slaves counted the slaves and was about to lead them into the back entrance of the slave trading house, a little girl who looked like a loli walked in their direction with a leisurely step, holding a black rabbit in her arms.

He doesn't look very old, only eleven or twelve years old, and in terms of stature, he may look more like eight or nine years old.

Eleven or twelve-year-old Lori should have a slight bulge in her chest.

But there was no sign of fertility in her breasts.

It may be said that it is a flat airfield, but it doesn't seem to be all.

If you look closely, it seems to have a little curvature.

"Little sister, go play elsewhere." A slave escort at the back door kindly reminded her.

If she were here alone, the consequences could be dire.

"Big brother, where are you going to take them? Is there something interesting in it? She looked at the girls around her and blinked at her curious and expectant eyes.

The person who wanted to remind him before just wanted to speak up, but was stopped by the director of the slave trading office, and whispered to the uninteresting guy: "You see that she doesn't look like a noble lady at all, and she looks very good, and she grows up to be an ironclad beauty, no, even now, she is a little beauty, and she will definitely be able to sell it for a sky-high price ever." ”

The Governor's intentions are already clear.

Trick her into it and sell her as a commodity.

"Little sister, there are a lot of interesting things in it, let's go, I'll take you in and have a look."

He stretched out his hand to the little Lori in front of him, in fact, he wanted to control her, and then gag her mouth, even if it was hard, he had to drag her in.

However, the hand fell off halfway through the outstretch.

It didn't even take time to scream in pain.

His body had been split into several pieces and fell to the ground.

The slaves, even if they had been abused, had never seen such a bloody scene, screaming so loudly that some had even fainted.

"Cut off your tongues again."

A moment ago, it was the gentle appearance of the little sister next door, but now it exudes a frightening evil appearance.

Under this intimidation, the screams gradually became low, and then disappeared.

……

In just ten minutes, 377 nobles who wanted to buy slaves died in this slave trading house, and all those engaged in the slave trade died, except for the slave escort who had shouted for her to leave.

The corpse seemed to have been cut into hundreds of neatly shaped pieces by something extremely sharp.

He said to the slaves, "Someone will come and pick you up later, and of course no one will stop you if you leave now." After that, she left the place.

She was just passing by.

Her destination is the Katat Mountains, known as the "no-go zone".

Her goal is the "Gate of Truth".

She's a black rabbit.