Eternal Slave Revise
Eternal Slave Revise.
I checked the menu right away, confirming the necessary materials.
Eternal Slave ×1
Slave Oath ×2
Straightforward pattern.
An upgrade and modification of the base Eternal Slave using two Slave Oaths.
I looked at Risha and Mira.
Two, of course, meant the two of them.
“Is something wrong, master?”
“Work, master?”
Risha tilted her head slightly. Mira wore a bright, eager expression.
“I want to make something. Help me.”
““Yes!””
They both nodded in unison, answering without hesitation.
I checked the menu again. The Eternal Slave was already available, so I focused on crafting the Slave Oath.
The materials needed for the Slave Oath:
Fresh Blood Ink ×1
Seven Lives Contract ×1
Neither item was in my inventory.
I checked Fresh Blood Ink.
It required:
Slave Blood ×1
So we need Risha and Mira’s blood, huh?
Two magic circles drawn on the ground.
Arrows appeared, pointing at the two of them.
Different pattern from before.
One circle pointed at Risha, the other at Mira.
Not generic. Specific. Named.
“Us?”
“Body’s glowing… veins?”
Just like Mira said—pointed at by the arrows, it wasn’t the whole body. Just the veins. Glowing.
A body lit up like leaf veins. Beautiful. Unreal.
“Looks like we need your blood.”
“Understood.”
“Shall we use the arrow?”
They used the arrow they’d prepared before hunting, slicing their palms open.
Blood dripped, poured into the magic circles.
Once enough was collected, the circles transformed into an item.
Fresh blood ink, as it turned out.
“Hold onto this.”
““Yes!””
Two more magic circles were drawn. The so-called Seven Lives Contract.
This one used ordinary materials—Eluka’s fur, pulled from the warehouse. I had the two of them bring it and place it within the circle.
The center transformed into a parchment, etched with the circle’s pattern and writing. (Not a sheep, despite the name.)
We lifted both sheets and read their contents.
Unfamiliar script—but somehow, I understood it.
“Contract… huh.”
I frowned.
The content was… off.
“What’s wrong?”
“Can I see it?”
They leaned in beside me, craning to look.
Without a word, I handed them the Seven Lives Contract.
They read it.
In broad terms, it said this:
She, a slave, swears eternal servitude to me. Surrenders her soul.
For seven lifetimes, and beyond—forever your slave, obeying every command.
Sign it with fresh blood ink, if you agree.
That’s all.
I’d thought the “seven lifetimes” part would be the sticking point. How to convince them, I wondered—
And then, almost at the same time—no, rather, as if racing to see who’d sign first—
They dipped their fingers into the ink and signed the contract.
The parchment flared, then crystallized into a glowing orb.
I was stunned.
“Wait—didn’t you even think about it? Seven lifetimes, I said.”
“Because I am my master’s slave.”
“Actually… I’m happy!”
They said it in unison, then offered the orb to me.
Eternal Slave.
I’d still been underestimating them.
“Is that so.”
I stared at the two of them, holding the orb.
“Stay my slave from now on.”
““Yes!””
—— Magic power charged: 100,000.
— Magic power charged: 100,000.
Power increased. Ignored for now.
Opened the menu. Began crafting the Eternal Slave Re: magic circle.
The arrow pointed to Eternal Slave and the orb of light (slave’s oath), so I merged both into the design.
The magic circle reshaped—into a new sword.
Eternal Slave Re:. A sword reborn from a slave.
I picked it up, stared closely.
“Not much changed. Just two gems added, really.”
Visually, it was only two gems—red and aqua—added between hilt and blade.
How exactly was this “Re:” supposed to be different? I wondered, touching the red gem—then.
Risha’s body flared. Glowed. Pulled straight into the sword!
The metal blade shattered. Turned into crimson flame.
The blade now forged of fire.
“Risha-san!?”
“This…?”
(…M-master? I think?)
A voice echoed in her head. Warmth seeped into her chest.
‘So happy to belong to my master.’
That feeling.
‘...I see.’
She touched the cyan gem this time.
Risha was shoved back. Mira was pulled in.
Now a pale, watery blade formed.
(Oh no, I’m melting!)
‘Master, master, master, master, master, ah—’
Annoying. But not unpleasant.
She touched the cyan gem. Mira was ejected.
Two slaves. Eternal Slaves, revised.
They looked at each other. Both blushed.
‘Count on me from now on.’
‘Yes!!!’
They nodded, beaming.
——Magic power charged: 1,000,000.
——Magic power charged: 1,000,000.
Magic power charged— but then, a moment later, she noticed.
It was 999,999.
Their joy had overflowed the limit of the Fronz Card.