Unsold Slaves Returned as Heroes

Chapter 4

4. Dark elves are not black

Last night, I was genuinely frightened, so all of my missing hair stood on end.

I finished the setting so that the demons couldn’t come in and returned to the cabin, but I didn’t see any children pecking their noses.

Fortunately, a mana pass seemed to be connected between the slave and the master, so it was possible to know which direction they were in.

I didn’t know the distance clearly, so I assumed the worst situation, but fortunately, it was still nearby because the children were walking.

It’s fortunate that the monster that attacked was also a Wild Boar cub, so if it was an adult, it would have turned black/jeongi in one shot, and I was awakened at that moment, so I wouldn’t be in this world right now.

I was lucky.

No, I can’t say I’m lucky at the point of being possessed by a slave trader.

I decided to do what I had to do because nothing would get better if I blamed it on luck.

The children slept soundly, probably because the incident in the middle of the night was a shock.

I went to Elend early in the morning and bought daily necessities in bulk.

Rood, bedding, tableware, etc. It was to the extent that a cart was needed. I want to have the item box skill.

When I came back, the children were still dreaming.

Looking at it this way, they are really ordinary little kids.

The fact that they become the greatest threat to the entire continent once awakened somehow feels unrealistic.

There is nothing I can do about knowing that fact.

A D-class adventurer with no normal powers.

Changing the future, destiny, or history of the original work is an undeserved story for me.

I can’t even change the four letters above my head right now.

So now I want to treat these children as normal as possible.

… It’s scary, but I can’t help it.

Don’t hate them, don’t put them in danger of death, and break the slave contract ASAP.

This is a very difficult task.

Being careful not to wake the children up, and cleaning and tidying up the mill, which will be our house for the time being, has become a bit like a place where people live.

“Master.”

“Oh, what a surprise!”

I turned around at the voice and saw the yellow man rubbing his eyes.

This guy seems to have passive stealth. I don’t feel any presence at all.

It was

Lucas the Black Knight.

“Oh, are you awake?”

“Yes.”

“Is your wrist okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“Are you hungry? Let’s have breakfast when the other two wake up. Although the sun is already in the middle of the day.”

You must all be tired, so you should get a good night’s sleep.

I have heard that there is no reason to wake up early when there is nothing to do, and that children should sleep for a long time.

“By the way, what is that title?”

“Master?”

“Uh. I do not like it.”

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The yellow man pointed at himself with his index finger.

“The slave.”

Then it turned and pointed at me.

“Master.”

I waved my hand.

“Because I don’t want to hear it. When others hear that title, they see me as an obvious slave trader.”

“Then what do you say?”

“Anything other than Master.”

The yellow one stares at me.

It’s hard to know what he’s thinking because he has no expression.

“Uncle.”

Hmm.

This is a bit hurtful as it is.

I wouldn’t know if it was before I was possessed, but I’m not at that age yet.

I did roll over while being an adventurer. The skin is also black from sunburn.

In this world, the standard for adults is also low, so it’s not a wrong word at all.

Write.

Yes, take care of yourself. What if it’s an older brother and what if it’s an uncle? We’re going to break up soon anyway.

“Uncle.”

“You don’t have to kill to confirm.”

“Tell me the sword.”

“Suddenly?”

The yellow nodded in a strong affirmation.

In the afternoon, I was going to go to the guild to receive a request. Adventurers live like that.

Still, by this time, all the good requests would have gone out, and if the black knight is black, I think it’s the right thing to do.

Apart from the hero, I don’t know if the guy who can use the best sword in the world can learn something from a D-class adventurer.

“I’ll have breakfast and let you know.”

“Excited.”

The yellow man’s expression didn’t look very excited as he muttered that.

Maybe she just doesn’t know how to use her facial muscles.

***

“This is the basic posture. I don’t think you can walk until you spread your legs vertically as wide as your shoulders and move your arms. Did you draw a line on the bandage on your hand? Hold the shaft so that it does not deviate from the center of the sword.”

“I understand.”

The four of us ate lunch that wasn’t very friendly and came out to the front yard to teach yellowy the basics.

“Yap.”

A yellow guy wielding a wooden sword for practice.

It was still heavy for a small body, so I couldn’t keep my balance and stumbled.

“Don’t be greedy, think of fixing your waist by taking coordinates in the air. Imagine that from now on the spine has stopped.”

“Ratpo? Halibut?”

You wrote a very difficult word.

I directly supported Yellowy’s waist with my left hand and drew the trajectory of his arm with my right hand.

The yellow one seems to have caught on a bit and swings it with his arms relaxed.

“Continue as it is. This is the most basic ‘cutting’. The basics are always the most important.”

“Basic, important.”

As I was watching the posture of the yellow guy from a little distance, who quietly entered the training, I noticed a presence from behind.

Black was looking at this.

“What about the wound?”

“Don’t come close.”

The black one who sticks out his teeth right away and is wary.

“What does a slave trader like? What are you up to?”

“Because he is an evil slave trader, and he is plotting the unimaginable. Show me your wounds It’s time to bandage.”

I could understand Black’s reaction. I remember that it was written on the wiki that Hates humans.

I don’t know about the past, but he may have been a slave for a long time.

Rather, even though the yellow has no expression, he must be friendly.

I don’t necessarily want to be friendly, but I hope there won’t be any hostility.

I approached slowly as if handling a stray cat drenched in rain and carefully unwrapped Black’s bandage.

As I took the antiseptic water out of the waist bag and wiped the wound, Black flinched.

“There doesn’t seem to be any secondary infection, so if you apply the medicine consistently, you will be fine in a week. Don’t overdo it.”

Wrap a new bandage to complete the treatment.

“Why do you carry something like that?”

“Because I am an adventurer.”

“Then why is it written as a slave trader above your head?”

“I’m going to die of regret because of that. I understand that you have a lot of doubts because you are a dark elf race. The other elves would have persecuted you from long ago, saying that they were purebloods.”

At those words, Black showed a fierce hostility.

“Ha, yes! Anyway, you thought I was a dark elf just by looking at the color of my skin, right?! Same for you. I’m sick of it!”

Pak!

Black cut off my arm. Seeing her clenching her lips, it must have been painful because she had to hit it with her injured arm.

You are misunderstanding my words.

“No, your eyes are black.”

“… Uh?”

Blackie slowly looked up at my face in bewilderment.

“It is a misleading myth that dark elves have black skin. Dark elves are poisoned with black mana from an early age to make it easier for high elves to tell them apart, right?”

The black one blinked his big black eyes.

“Originally, the only way to tell the two races apart is the color of their eyes. High elves are blue and dark elves are black. Occasionally, there are special cases such as albinos.”

There are two categories of elves, high elves and dark elves.

I know a lot about the elves in this world. Wiki articles for all races, not just elves.

The reason is simple. It’s interesting because I read it several times before possessing it.

I can’t read it right now, but I remember it in my head.

It wasn’t Wikinite for nothing.

“Even the name wasn’t even a Dark Elf in the first place. You were a night elf, right?”

“… How do you know that aren’t you human? Humans were all idiots.”

“Yellows are humans too?”

At my question, Black fell silent. He lowered his head and avoided my gaze.

What should the yellow guy see?

―Shuwook! Shuuk!

Um.

How come I can already see the spatial distortion in the trajectory of Yellowy’s wooden sword?

The yellow turned to me and asked.

“This is the basics, right?”

―Shuwook! Wow!!

What is that? I’m afraid I don’t know.

***

Dark Elf Slave Testia― Black was worried about Yellow following the slave trader.

It seems that the yellow guy has already lost his guard against the slave trader.

Black thought it shouldn’t be like that. Until now, the kindness of the tribe of slave traders had to be repaid tenfold or a hundredfold.

Because of that, I was thinking of somehow finding out why he was nice to them.

No, I had to find it.

Thank you for saving my own life yesterday and for saving everyone’s lives.

I was grateful, but I couldn’t express it at all.

Because he did not know how he would come out from the moment he thought he had surrendered.

So I needed a reason.

A reason not to be thankful.

But even today, his attitude was the same.

It stung when he treated the wound, but after he endured it, the pain subsided and he felt refreshed.

Somehow he didn’t hate the feel of his rough hand holding his arm.

But he called himself by that tribal name.

It’s called ‘Dark Elf’.

It was a name I hated from long ago.

From a young age, I was exposed to unwanted black mana just because I was a dark elf, and I was forced to learn black magic instead of magic.

Only ridicule and contempt come back for his darkening skin and hair.

Destined to live on a small scale in the huge elven colony under the world tree, losing in a struggle for rights, the Dark Elves were destined to live like that from the moment they were born.

Black people did not like black skin.

I couldn’t avoid the stigma of being a dark elf no matter where I met anyone.

But this slave trader.

“No. Your eyes are black.”

“Even the name wasn’t even a Dark Elf in the first place. You were a night elf, right?”

He doesn’t say a word of derogatory words about his skin being dirty or his mana being unclean, and he only has accurate facts as his knowledge.

There was no hesitation when treating wounds or holding hands.

A question arose inadvertently that he might see himself as a person.

‘… It can’t be.’

Black didn’t want to admit it.

If you admit it, the conclusion comes out that the slave trader in front of you really helped them out of pure goodwill.

‘… Have I ever said such harsh things?’