Chapter 105 – Plancia Mansion (1)

“Don’t be nervous. Are you okay.”

As soon as I entered the capital, my face turned white. I made fun of it not to be nervous, but I still couldn’t shake off the pressure of coming to the capital. The capital was a place with various meanings to me.

It was also a dream place for me to be sold as a slave, and it was also a place where I promised to go on an outing with my master and my friends. It was also a place that planted a sense of collapse because it was so easy to set foot in a place that I thought I would never go to in my lifetime.

“Why, Evan? Are you sick? Are you sick?”

Isabel asked how I was doing with a concerned expression on her face, and I shook my head.

“Once upon a time, when I was a slave, my master told me that he would send me to the capital with his friends. At that time, a girl said she wanted to go while looking at a travel booklet with the capital city drawn on it, and the owner who heard it said that she was planning to go to the capital just now, and decided to take me, the girl, and my friend to the capital.”

The Plancia family’s carriage was not even inspected. The guards, who should have been loyal to the king, nodded at the crest of the carriage and rubbed their hands like flies. The servant snorted and the coachman blew a whistle, reminding the Florentine family once more.

“By the way, then my master was arrested as a devil worshiper. I don’t know who informed it, but the master was thrown straight into the fire and they all scattered. The girl was bought by some nobleman, she said… All the other kids were sold here and there. Maybe they’re all dead?”

What are the odds of a slave surviving and walking around like me? Isabel was looking at me with her sad eyes, and I stretched out her arms toward her. Isabel held me tightly in her arms and patted my back, and I said with an embarrassed expression.

“Just, yes. When I come to the capital, that thought comes to my mind first. Those pups. I would have loved it if you had come with me.”

“Cheer up, Evan.”

People who have lived a very difficult life do not know how to comfort their opponents. Isabel grabbed her by my collar with her helpless face, and she tightened her hand as she said that. I couldn’t help but laugh at her clumsy consolation and at the feel of her disoriented hands.

“You are here, so of course you have to cheer up. Huh? I have such a pretty wife, why would she be sad?”

After all, the past was just the past. It was so embarrassing to just reminisce about the past in a wagon galloping down the middle of the boulevard. I held my head up and tried to shake off the past. If I came to the capital by myself in place of other friends, shouldn’t I have enjoyed it as much as everyone else did?

“Over there is the Plancia Mansion. Make sure you dress neatly.”

Along with the arrogant tone of the servant, the Plancia family crest appeared between the tall buildings. The high spire roof and stained glass made it look like a copy of a temple, and the splendid paintings on the walls and statues erected all over the place suggested that they paid such a fortune not for religious achievement, but for the honor of their family. .

“It really sucked.”

I mumbled to myself as I got off the carriage. Obviously, the entrance, which must have been cleaned more diligently than usual, and the polished iron gate were one of the elements I envied. In the old house where Isabel and I lived, when we opened the door, the iron bars screamed and the corpses of ivy were rolling around on the floor.

“Let’s start cleaning when we get back. Seeing this, it’s definitely nice to be clean.”

“Is that so?”

Across the iron gate, nobles were poking their heads out on the second and third floor balconies. They watched me walk with their chins held high, like spectators at a gladiatorial match. Facing the gaze piercing down from a tall and majestic building, strangely, my body was strained.

“Ah, people watching makes me nervous. What did he say about this? Exhibitionism?”

“…Probably not.”

Isabel shook her head at my words and moved on with a stiff posture. Just as nervous as I was, she took a deep breath and crossed her arms with me. Noble ladies covered their faces with fans and whispered to us while nobles sternly put their hands behind their backs and clicked their tongues or shook their heads.

Rather than making eye contact with the nobles and showing a defiant appearance, we decided to just face the front and move forward confidently. The nobles, who chatted incessantly until halfway down the street, had dispersed like insects by the time we entered the entrance.

“Oh, come on. Evan. Isabelle”

The door opened and we were greeted by a slave shackled around his neck. He was dressed neatly for a slave, but he was unbelievably laggy for a servant of an aristocratic family.

“Ha, fuck.”

I was dumbfounded and spat out swear words. Isn’t the intention obvious? Isn’t it too embarrassing for both me and him to look pitiful enough to contrast with the servants in fancy costumes? The slave servilely bowed his head and said:

“Come this way.”

He passed the servants and started up the stairs. Isabelle looked at me and gave me an apologetic look, and I shook her head as if nothing was wrong. The slave said as he climbed the stairs.

“Rather than that, I heard that Evan was from the same slavery as me.”

This, too, was probably ordered by the Florentine family. There are no servants who talk sadly during the tour. In particular, there was no reason for a slave to spit out sensitive issues such as someone else’s origin to satisfy personal curiosity.

“You are so wonderful. I also want to meet a pretty wife like Isabel and turn my life around.”

There was only one reason for him to provoke me. It was a childish ploy to expose the vulgar and violent nature of the slave by making me furious at his subtle insults.

“What is your name?”

“Yes?”

But there was no reason to set the tone for such a prank. It was hard to watch him break out in a cold sweat and spit out provocative sounds half-voluntarily and half-involvedly, and there was no reason for Isabel to hear insults from him.

“What is your name? I’ve lived without a name for quite some time. The name Evan was given to me by a slave trader before I came to Isabel’s mansion, saying that it would be better to have a name in order to be sold to an aristocratic mansion. Evan. Before that, the name that called me was number 17.”

The slave nodded his head. The envy in his eyes was half sincere.

“My name is Saliman.”

“Yes, I will live. I guess I was lucky too. All my friends have been sold to other places, so I don’t know if they are alive or dead. Don’t you have a past like that too? Before I was lucky enough to eat and live in the Plancia Mansion, the past where I was rolling around like a dog elsewhere.”

Saliman rolled her eyes. Before he could say anything, I continued.

“I have never dreamed of a future like this. What I dreamed of was just meeting a good owner and living a good life. You are too. A slave whose life was turned upside down wouldn’t have hated meeting the master who insulted or insulted him. If my wife gets hurt in this way, do you think the reward will come back to you? Huh?”

Saliman said no more. He stood still in his seat, looking at the floor. I asked again.

“There is no need to bite each other. Neither you nor I became slaves because we liked each other.”

“…I will guide you.”

Saliman took another step. As they climbed the stairs, Saliman said no more. Isabel held my hand tightly to her, and I pressed her closer to her. Isabelle whispered.

“I could have been angry. Then I wouldn’t have been able to move.”

“Then he won’t die. Nobles use their slaves like arrows. Throw it once and throw it away mercilessly if you feel it is wrong.”

There is a saying that slaves stick together. Even if it was their first meeting today, neither he nor I would have wanted a meeting like this. Saliman silently opened the banquet hall door and bowed lightly at us. The nobles seated in the banquet hall nodded as we entered quietly and without a fuss.

I heard the lady sitting in the corner whispering.

“I have no luck. Why do you keep your head stiff like that when you’re a former slave?”

“Be patient. It will be over soon.”

Isabel couldn’t hear it, but my demon-enhanced hearing picked up on their small whispers in detail.

This hum was not aristocratic. The banquet hall was filled with clutter like a market mess. Isabel and I were seated in our reserved seats, and the nobles conversed among themselves, deliberately ignoring us.

At the head of the long table stood a man with a handsome mustache. He looked everywhere like a scout, then nodded his head and said:

“Quiet. A valuable guest has arrived today. The third daughter of our family. This is Plancia Isabel and her husband, Evan.”

The nobles shut their mouths and looked at us at the same time. I put on a shy face, and Isabelle grabbed my hand under the table. I could see fishy smiles engraved on the faces of the nobles, and I could see the maids standing in a row behind them.

And, among them, a maid with an exceptionally beautiful face was standing in a lofty posture.

She stood in a posture more like an assassin’s or bodyguard’s than a maid’s, then looked around and changed her stance.

“Oh.”

It’s ugly