All I have to do is close my eyelids and I can remember that night.

"Listen, you two stay here and stay put.

　Those were the last words of Miaranse's father.
　He took up his sword, which he hadn't used for a long time, and went out to drive the poachers away, only to be torn to pieces by more than ten of them.
　The scene I saw through the door. My father dancing under the moon. Fresh blood splattered and the sound of vulgar laughter.

"Please save this child ......!

　Those were the last words of Miaranse's mother.
　These were the last words of Miaranse's mother, a Ketsee, who had studied them so hard in order to speak with her father. The poachers ridiculed her for speaking only a few words and then killed her.
　In the event that you're in the market for a beast, you'll be able to find a buyer for it, but the reason why they didn't capture my mother and kill her was because a mere Ketsee was a mere pittance in the face of Miaranse, a rare, almost miraculous, half-born child of a beast and a human. It's a miracle.

　When Miaranse saw an adventurer among the poachers, he understood the situation.
　He was the man that Miaranse had found and rescued when he had fallen in the forest about six months ago.
　Miaranse and his family had been living in the forest, trying to avoid being seen. Only occasional visits from a merchant who had known his father for a long time were made, and few people knew of Miaranze's existence. A man who was rescued brought back information and became a poacher.

　My mother, who was married to a human, was kicked out of the tribal village, and my father lived in the forest, half in hiding, avoiding the curious eyes of his wife and daughter, Miaranze.
　But even so, he could not be so selfishly ruthless as to abandon the stranded and retreat.

　And yet...
　And yet...

Rejoice. You've got a buyer. A nobleman from the land of Ciel-Teira.
　You'll have a much more glamorous life than in this dreary forest.

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　I'm not sure.

　In a hut along the road just a little bit to the north of the city of Teiracaines.

"d*mn it ......!　I'm not sure what to do.

　An old man with a wrinkled, monkey-like face gnashed his teeth as he looked out the window at the undead airborne horsemen soaring through the sky.
　He wore a dark green jousting coat decorated with gleaming gold threads, out of place in the shabby building that looked like a mountain hut.

　A man who had been one of Ciel-Teira's courtiers.
　He was Frank Rupert Seebach, Marquis of Seebach.

　He was one of the first to succeed in escaping the fall of the capital. After that, he relied on Marquis Edfelt (Marks) and took refuge in Teiracaines.
　However, the "Rose Princess of Hell" arrived here as well.

　Marks hurriedly gathered mercenaries and adventurers, but there was no way they could stand against the Rose Princess of Hell, who had defeated even the Royal Guard.
　If Marks' "secret plan" works, he will be able to do something about it, but he is not sure if he will be able to do it in time. At least until then, he would have to defend himself or hide himself.

　So Frank took refuge in a place far from the city, hiding and waiting. The date of the attack specified in the text spread by the "Rose of Hell" was today. That's why Frank had been hiding in this place since last night.

　This is a hut that hunters use as a base for hunting and a resting place for people on the road. Frank had brought enough supplies to keep him here for a few days. The fireplace is not used to avoid smoke, and an orange lamp-like heating artifact barely warms the air inside the hut.

　With Frank in the small hut are the four adventurers he has recruited to guard him (Frank, who was a courtier, has no knights under his command). Two private soldiers he had hired in King's Landing to guard the house. A squire to look after him.
　And the most expensive asset he had at his disposal was his servant, his livestock, his concubine, his toy ......, a half-human, half-ketsey girl named Miaranse.

I'm not sure if it's really safe to be this close to the city, sir.

　One of the hired adventurers shouted anxiously.
　One of the hired adventurers voiced his concerns, and Frank raised his eyebrows in obvious annoyance.

What?　You're an adventurer, and you're questioning my ideas?
No, but this ......
No, but I've had a hard time getting here with my back hurting!

　I'm sure it's close. Close enough that he could see the undead air cavalry flying over the city from his window.
　But Frank didn't want to go any farther. His back wasn't feeling well, and he didn't feel like going very far.

Besides, I have to get back to the city as soon as it's clear. I've got a lot of stuff at Marks' house. ...... No, Marks won't take it, but if I'm not careful, the people who are coming will. ......
　Oh, anyway!　If I say it's okay, it's okay!　All you have to do is do your job as you're told!

　The adventurer slumped down, unable to say anything else.
　The adventurer slumped down, unable to say anything else. Seeing this, Frank snorted and said, "Look at you. Frank snorted at him, saying that he was an idiot and that he would say something stupid if he opened his mouth without thinking.

　Frank looked for a chair to sit down on, but all the chairs against the wall were made of rough wood and were uncomfortable for him to look at, let alone sit on. He had been sitting on them for a while, but his buttocks and back were already starting to hurt.

I should have brought cushions.
　I should have brought some cushions. ...... No, wait. You're right.

　Frank chuckled.
　He took out a metal artifact that looked like a small box from his pocket and shouted into it.

"Hey, Mehranze. Take the place of the chair. Get down on all fours.



　Miaranse, who had been waiting in the corner of the hut like an ornament, shivered.

　Every time Frank ordered him to do something, his mind was like a boiling pot of disgust, fear, and anger.
　But regardless of her mind, Miarandze's body moves. It's the power of the Collar of Obedience she wears around her neck.
　When Frank speaks to the command machine, the wearer of the collar is forced to obey, regardless of his or her will. The reason why Miaranse cannot escape or kill Frank is because the power of the collar forbids her to do so.

　Miaranse's body automatically gets down on all fours.
　Frank then sat down on Mehranze's back.

"d*mn ......!
"Hmm. It's awful comfortable, but it's soft and somewhat warm.

　The adventurers around him looked at him.
　The adventurers around him would not make eye contact. The Marquis of Seebach may have had his own reservations about the poor taste of his games, but he did not blame his employer for that.

　Miaranse's body creaked.
　Gritting his teeth, Miarandze suddenly thought of a way to express the anger swirling in his chest.

You ...... should have been killed in King's Landing.
"What?

　It was rare for Miaranse to speak back.
　It wasn't because he was afraid of being chastised if he rebelled, but because he felt that talking back was just what Frank wanted. It's because it frustrates Frank the most when I look like I'm doing nothing.
　But today, for some reason, he was not in the mood.

"You're an outcast who doesn't deserve to live. You take the lives of others for fun, and you love them. ......!
　The undead monsters who kill for revenge make a lot more sense than you!
　We deserve to be destroyed, this country!　A demon with a human face like you is heavily used. ......

　The weight disappeared from Miaranse's back. Just as I thought that.

"What?

　The impact shook Miarandze's head, and he fell down.

"Kwahahahahaha!　How dare you!

　Frank was standing there with a piece of wood he had pulled out of the fireplace.
　He struck Miaranse with it.

　Miarandze fell down, but his body obeyed Frank's command and tried to get down on all fours again.
　Frank struck him again.

"Oh, ......!
"It's been almost ten years since I bought you, huh?　Hmm?
　Good, even the young maids have rotten eyes, but you're not dead yet!
　That's why it's worth disciplining you!

　Frank shouted in a voice that was overturned with excitement.

　Frank liked Miaranse.
　For him, the best entertainment is watching Miarandze physically torment him, push him mentally, and watch him struggle and struggle and struggle.
　Ten years. That's just a few words, but it's enough time for the young Miaranse to grow up. Longer than the happy years he had lived in the forest, Miaranse had been enslaved and humiliated by this man.

"No matter how much I hate you!　You cannot defy me!　Let your soul know who is Lord!
"...... Ugh!　......!

　The firewood swung down mercilessly and struck Miaranse.
　His body was completely immobile. The only resistance he could muster was to scream.

"Die!　Die!　Die!　You, you, you, ......!
"You say 'die' instead of 'kill'. You seem to know what you're doing. You know there's nothing you can do about it.
"Ugh, ......!

　The firewood struck Miarandze in the back.
　Clenching his teeth, Miarandze stifled a scream.

　--If only I had the power to ...... kill this thing!
　　　Kill ......!　Kill ......!　Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill.

　If only thoughts could kill, Miaranse thought.
　No matter how much you fill your heart with murderous intent, your resentment will never reach you.

　It was not supposed to.

　Then, suddenly, the area shook.

"Whoa!

　Frank let out a pathetic scream and fell over. Frank screamed and fell down, and Miaranse, who was on top of him, fell down as if crushed.

　When Mehranze looked up again.
　The hut was half blown away.
　The walls and pillars were still standing at about half their original height, but everything above them had been gouged out. A chilly wind blew through the air, and sunlight poured down from the clear blue sky.



I thought there was a strange reaction to the "Life Sensor", so I came here. ......

　Someone landed on the masonry of the chimney, which had reached its halfway point.
　It was the silver glow that Miaranse had dreamed of.

　A beautiful girl with silver hair and eyes.
　A rose of fresh blood on the skirt of her white dress.
　In one hand she held her own head, and in the other a bright red sword that looked like it had been carved out of a jewel.

　Named monster "Rose Princess of Hell".
　Her innocent face twisted into a fierce grin.

"Bingo. I'm pretty sure it's the Marquis of Seebach.