[H27.12.28 Revised.]
[H28.3.26 Revised again.]
[H28.4.14 Revised once more.]
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“You’re such a boy, Master~”
While saying this with flushed cheeks, Jumilande untied the belt of the dress she borrowed from Elise and began unbuttoning it one by one.
It seemed she hadn’t prepared any underwear, as glimpses of her cleavage and part of her breasts peeked through, creating a very seductive appearance.
“Is this okay? There’s nothing… strange… is there?”
After discarding the dress, Jumilande’s skin was flushed with shame, but her naked body was flawless and beautiful. Her slightly upturned breasts were well-developed, but her lower body still had a youthful appearance, with no underhair yet grown…
“By the way, how old are you?”
I asked Jumilande her age.
“I’ll be 14 next month.”
Currently, Jumilande was 13, likely precocious in nature.
Over the past few months, I had assessed several boys and girls as ‘Level 2 Slaves,’ and compared to commoners, noble children tended to be more beautiful and often more precocious.
Noble daughters would marry in political alliances even at a young age, just past 10, so it was natural for them to mature early.
Of course, this estimation was influenced by memories from my previous life. In this life, I had only been present for Alicia’s ‘Quality Check,’ and I only knew Elise’s body otherwise.
“By the way, Jumilande, are you really human? You know that under the ‘Interracial Agreement,’ you can’t own slaves of different races?”
I asked just to be sure.
“I can barely use magic… I… I am human!”
Jumilande responded, though her reply seemed somewhat hesitant.
“Master Hal, you’re so shameless… But I envy your toned stomach and narrow waist…”
Elise, who was standing nearby, spoke with a mix of shame and jealousy.
“Ugh…”
Mai also groaned as she compared Jumilande’s breasts to her own.
“Elise, inspecting a slave’s naked body is to check their physique and ensure there are no flaws or injuries.”
I explained the purpose of the ‘Quality Check’ to Elise.
“Then, did you assess my body too, Master Hal?”
Elise then asked about her own ‘Quality Check.’
“Yes, I did. But since both of you were unconscious at the time, turning you over and dressing you in ‘Slave Garments’ was quite a hassle.”
I shared the difficulties of conducting the ‘Quality Check’ on Elise and Mai while they were unconscious.
“By the way, was it Mai who assassinated me?”
Elise hugged her chest and asked about something she had been vague about until now.
“Yes, it was. Do you hate Mai now?”
I had been thinking it was time to stop hiding it, so I answered honestly.
“No. Mai is straightforward and very cute. I see her as a younger sister now.”
Elise, who had been momentarily unsettled by the revelation of her assassin, hugged Mai, who was frozen in shock from my sudden confession. Mai began to cry silently, firmly returning the hug.
“Um… What should I do now?”
Jumilande, covering her breasts and crotch with her arms, asked.
“Jumilande, spread your legs slightly, arch your chest, and clasp your hands behind your back. This is the pose slaves use to show their quality to customers.”
I gave the next instruction to the naked Jumilande.
I approached Jumilande, fixed her face with both hands to make her meet my gaze, and then touched her cheeks, nose, lips, and chin. My fingers caressed her slender neck, moved over her collarbone, and finally reached her breasts.
I covered Jumilande’s ripe mounds with both hands, though they were too large to fully grasp. When I lightly squeezed them, they felt incredibly elastic and soft…
“Ugh… I’m… so embarrassed…”
Jumilande’s face turned bright red with shame.
Feeling mischievous, I lightly pinched Jumilande’s nipple with my thumb and index finger.
“…Ouch…”
At first, Jumilande winced in pain.
“…Mmm… Ah… Ahh…”
As I continued caressing, her nipple stiffened, her breathing quickened, and soft moans escaped her lips.
“…Ah… No… Not there… Ahh—!”
And then… Jumilande seemed to reach a slight climax.
“Jumilande’s breasts are quite sensitive…”
After that, I crouched down and brought my face close to her crotch.
In her slightly spread-legged stance, the slit of her secret crack, her perineum, and even her anus were fully visible.
“I’ll check here too.”
“…Okay…”
I gently touched her labia with my fingertips, and Jumilande shivered—but I continued to stroke and then… pressed open her still-dry labia with a soft ‘pop.’
By now, Jumilande was hiding her face with her hands, enduring the inspection.
As I further spread open her cute vaginal opening, I confirmed the presence of her hymen inside.
Thus, Jumilande’s assessment concluded without issue, and I mentally calculated that she could fetch a high price.
『『Is… is this human?』』
However, the moment I touched Jumilande’s head, a thunderous warning flashed through my mind.
“Who are you?! Are you not of the Demonkin? Reveal yourself!!”
I quickly distanced myself from Jumilande and shouted. Reacting to my voice, Elise and Mai also tensed and took an offensive stance toward Jumilande.
Three flaming arrows floated around Elise, and Mai crouched low, gripping a short sword, ready to slice Jumilande’s carotid artery at my command.
“I don’t mean to attack,” Jumilande immediately surrendered, raising her hands.
“I’ll dispel my illusion, but please don’t attack.”
No sooner had Jumilande spoken than her form blurred, shrouded in a haze that dissipated in moments. In her place stood an ethereal Demonkin girl with a pair of impressive horns—horns I recognized.
They were identical to those of Demon King Gandaro, whom I had slain as part of the Hero Party in my previous life.
At that moment, memories of my past life flashed before my eyes like a revolving lantern.
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In my previous life, I had spent five years as part of the Hero Party, aiming to defeat Demon King Gandaro, who sought world domination. The journey was harsh, filled with intense battles against Demonkin warriors.
Finally reaching the Demon King’s castle, even after facing Gandaro’s retainers, we confronted the Demon King himself, severely wounded but overwhelmingly powerful. After a long and precarious battle, we emerged victorious—but Gandaro’s daughter, the princess, was nowhere to be found.
What followed was a massacre. The Hero Party searched the Demon King’s castle for his daughter, but the only remaining Demonkin were non-combatants: the wounded, the elderly, women, and children. In the euphoria of defeating the Demon King, we cut them down without mercy, declaring, “No negotiations! We must sever all future threats!”
In my previous life as Lester the Cleric, I didn’t directly participate in the slaughter, but I helped uncover hidden rooms where Demonkin women and children were hiding, justifying my actions as necessary for justice.
A beautiful Demonkin girl, begging for her life, was transformed into an ice sculpture by ‘Ice and Snow Magic.’ A young boy who tried to flee was engulfed in flames by ‘Flame Magic,’ instantly reduced to charcoal.
In another room, an elderly Demonkin had his skull and chest split open, while a young maiden was bisected at the torso, wailing in her final moments.
In the end, the Demon King’s daughter was never found, and the castle became a ruin devoid of life except for the Hero Party.
It was a scene of hellish suffering, a true depiction of despair.
Years later, as Cardinal Lester, I deeply regretted my actions, wondering, “Even if they were Demonkin, was it necessary to slaughter defenseless women and children?”
