Even if you succeed in jobless reincarnation and time magic, you must live life to the fullest.

His legs trembled, and he collapsed to the ground.

"Stop talking nonsense. I've already shown you their faces. How much are those slaves worth?"

I forced myself to speak, trying to suppress my impatience.

"Um... the price varies depending on the level of training..."

"I mean all of them combined."

"This, this..."

They seemed to be intimidated by my rumors.

The slave trader was trembling and unable to speak coherently.

It took a long time for me to calm down.

"A total of five Asura silver coins are needed."

"Is that so? Then that's settled."

As I spoke, I took out the five Asura silver coins that Rudius had prepared in advance from my pocket and handed them to him.

Five Asura silver coins—that's no small sum.

But Rudius seemed completely unconcerned. Was he perhaps quite wealthy?

I don't know much about this.

The slave trader was still somewhat stunned when he received the silver coins.

After a long while, he began to have doubts.

"Excuse my bluntness, but I've heard that Ridge Rudd of the Green Goblin is very fond of children... Is that not the case?"

"I really like it."

"So……"

"It tastes delicious."

"what……"

I kept my fists clenched tightly.

if not like this.

I was afraid that I would kill him out of sheer rage.

……

after that.

The slave traders handed all the orc children over to me.

They tied their hands and feet with a rope, a rather brutal act.

It doesn't seem like a human being.

It was more like a very cheap commodity.

I took the rope from the slave trader and stared at him coldly.

"Um... is there anything else?"

The slave trader said, trembling.

"Can you produce the same quantity tomorrow?"

I said in a curt tone.

"Will it always be necessary?"

"Any amount is fine, and if possible, I'd even like to choose them myself."

"...I understand, I'll restock as soon as possible tomorrow."

At last.

The slave trader wore a rather obsequious smile.

These damn scumbags...

I'm about to lose control of my murderous intent.

When I turned my head, I saw that the beastmen children, who were being led by ropes, were all looking at me with fear.

Rudius gave me this instruction.

Avoid unnecessary movements before reaching your destination.

But at least let them feel a little more at ease.

Think so.

I grinned at the children, giving them a friendly smile.

"Don't be afraid, everything is fine now."

however.

In terms of results.

The children seemed even more frightened.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Rudius's perspective.

"Rudy, Rudyus!"

"Is it really okay to let Rachel Rudd do this kind of thing?"

Alice was lying on my bed, her legs, clad in deerskin boots, kicking back and forth by the edge of the bed.

Even when laid flat, the breasts, covered only by a thin piece of fabric, are quite attractive.

"Trust Rachel Rudd in times like these."

I secretly glanced at Alice's chest.

Little Rudy stood up happily.

"After all, there's no one else I can trust but him."

"Tch, that guy Ridge Rudd, he actually did that to Rudy yesterday..."

"You can't say that, Alice. Everyone needs to grow, and Rigd is no exception."

"...I understand!"

Alice angrily rolled over on the bed, turning her back to me.

what……

The impoverished mountains and steep ridges have disappeared.

My little Rudy let out a sigh of regret, then fell into a deep sleep.

However, I think Alice didn't hate Rachel Rudd.

She was simply angry because Rachel Rudd had expressed her dissatisfaction with me.

From her perspective, the reason she was able to travel so smoothly was probably all thanks to me.

That's true...

Just as I was thinking about it.

A series of light footsteps came from the stairwell.

soon.

The door to the room was pushed open.

Rijrud appeared at the door with seven orc children.

"Alright, let's go inside. Don't be afraid."

That's what Rachel Rudd said.

The seven children walked into the room, trembling all over.

I glanced at it.

Some had droopy dog ​​ears, while others had upright cat ears, reminding me of those two idiots at the magic university.

The Derudia people.

This is a race that is highly favored by Boreas.

The preferred parts are neither the chest nor the legs, but the ears and tail.

In short, he's a fan of kemonomimi (animal-eared girls).

Think so.

My gaze drifted to Alice beside me.

"Rudius, may I... touch it?"

Alice's breathing became rapid for some reason.

She stared intently at the ears and tails of the children who entered the room, her mouth practically watering.

"Bliss..."

Alice made a strange sound from the corner of her mouth.

I definitely didn't mishear.

Please tone it down!

Even Boreas's true nature shouldn't be allowed to surface at a time like this!

Didn't you see those children were about to cry?

……